I'm still doing fine

An Yichi responded softly, but he didn't understand clearly. He turned over and lay on his side with his back to Liang Duanyuan. The words in his head held hands and shoulder to shoulder, forming a circle, and circling around him like that.

Before that, he seemed to have never had a particular liking for anything. Fortunately, he was able to make ends meet, and he didn’t hate it. The strangeness of detachment helped him keep calm. He had never had any hobbies. Boring people.

Some couldn't fall asleep. In the darkness, An Yichi wrapped himself in the quilt, and his sense of touch became extremely sensitive.

Go to sleep, he closed his eyes to hypnotize himself, and think about it tomorrow.

But the more he wanted to fall asleep, the more acute his senses became. Almost through the clothes, he could feel the faint warmth behind him, and he could hear Liang Duanyuan's shallow breathing, as well as his huge heartbeat that involved his pulse.

Pressed to the heart, An Yi took a light car and was familiar with the road, turned over to the opposite side, and found that Liang Duanyuan also had his eyes open.

"The pillow is not very comfortable?" Liang Duanyuan's voice was a little unnaturally low and hoarse.

"No." An Yichi shook his head, "It's always been like this, it's just slow falling asleep... Do you have a cold?"

Although there is air conditioning in the convention and exhibition center during the day, it is not warm. In the huge and vast exhibition hall, Liang Duanyuan took off his down jacket and wrapped it around him, and stood for hours wearing only a thin suit.

An Yichi stretched out his hand, testing back and forth on the foreheads of himself and Liang Duanyuan, "It's a good thing you don't have a fever, does your throat hurt?"

"A little bit, not too serious." Liang Duanyuan lay still, and saw An Yichi get out of bed, half lying on his body, and reached out to turn on the desk lamp.

"Is there a medicine box here?" An Yichi sat on the bed, "I need to take some anti-inflammatory medicine, don't move, I'll get it."

"There are some commonly used ones in the drawer in the middle of the flower shelf at the door." Liang Duanyuan propped up half of her body and lay down again in response, "Look, there may not be any."

He didn't like the warm yellow dim light very much, he always felt that it was a bit worryingly lukewarm, it was not as good as the incandescent light, which illuminated clearly at once, but at this moment, he stretched out his hand to prop up the pillow, and saw An Yichi standing on the flower stand There was a gentle halo around her, and she suddenly felt very good, with an indescribable warmth.

"I only found amoxicillin." An Yichi walked back holding the aluminum foil package, holding a steaming glass of water in the other hand, "You can eat this, do you have any other discomforts, do you want to cough, do you have a stuffy nose? "

"No, this is enough." Liang Duanyuan took the medicine, lay back in bed, and smiled, "Thank you."

"Don't say thank you, let's agree," An Yichi turned off the light, and tucked the corner of the quilt for Liang Duanyuan before lying down on the bed, "I can take care of you when you need it, and remember to call me if you feel uncomfortable at night."

"You can't stay up late with me, go to sleep, it won't hurt when you fall asleep."

Liang Duanyuan hummed and closed his eyes.

He actually sleeps very well, he doesn't turn over very much, only the sound of breathing is shallow in the quiet space, but it's probably the first time he sleeps with someone else, even if it's divided into two quilts, it's not enough for An Yichi Still a little disturbing.

An Yichi had never experienced such peaceful insomnia. Looking at Liang Duanyuan's sleeping profile, he was not in a hurry to fall asleep, and secretly reached into his bed, holding his slightly curled knuckles, thinking that it was just like this One night, he was willing too.

Fortunately, the situation was not like this. In the middle of the night, when An Yichi woke up in a daze from the heat, he couldn't recall when he fell asleep. He moved and found himself wrapped in a hot embrace.

An Yichi reached in from the cuff of that arm, and touched Liang Duanyuan's forearm, which felt abnormally hot.

Turning around in his arms with great effort, and finally face to face, the distance is too close, and you can only feel it against your forehead.

Not to mention the forehead this time, even the breath is hot.

"I have a fever." An Yichi struggled, "You are very hot, wake up, take some antipyretics before going to sleep, okay? Wake up."

"It's cold, don't move." Liang Duanyuan opened her eyes, but hugged him even tighter. Two quilts fell off the other, and now the whole person is in An Yizhi's bed

, "Sleep for a while."

Probably not very clear-headed, An Yichi couldn't persuade him to let go of himself. After breaking out in sweat, he paused. Gently patted against the shoulder blades, "Sleep, sleep... I know you are cold, sleep, I won't go."

After a long time, when Liang Duanyuan finally fell asleep, An Yichi pushed his arm away and got out of bed.

The next day, when Liang Duanyuan woke up, there was nothing on the pillow by her side. After a closer look, she found that Qiancha's messy hair was protruding from the bed. An Yichi hid her head, curled up beside him, buried in the bed He was sleeping soundly in bed.

On the other side of the bedside table were empty water glasses, ibuprofen tablets, and expensive medical alcohol pads. There was a basin of water under the bed. He sat up, and the towel covering his forehead fell into the basin. Gradually a water stain.

After sitting with his legs bent for a long while, most of the soreness in his body finally disappeared. He turned around, reached into the bed, grabbed An Yizhi's armpit, lifted him out, put him on the pillow, and then covered him with a quilt. Draw the curtains.

Before getting out of bed, he leaned over and planted a light kiss on An Yizhi's sleeping side, "Thank you."

It was a gloomy and cloudy day, so that when An Yizhi woke up, the time on the wall clock showed morning, but the sky was as dark as early morning, 11:45.

When she walked into the kitchen after washing, Liang Duanyuan was walking back and forth between the frying pan and the cutting board. She saw him through the glass door and smiled, "Go and put some rice, we can have lunch now."

He put the lid on the pot, and the sound of crackling oily smoke could not be heard clearly. An Yi held his neckline and pressed it against his forehead, let him stand up straight again after a sigh of relief, and went to get the dishes from the disinfection cabinet, "You Last night, the temperature reached over 39 degrees, and I talked nonsense for a long time."

Liang Duanyuan untied the apron and stretched out her long arms, threw it into the storage basket above the refrigerator, and went to fetch the plate with a smile, "What did I say?"

"I don't know what it is." An Yi smiled, "It seems that I don't speak Chinese, and I forgot all about it after sleeping."

"So boring." Liang Duanyuan served the dishes, the frying spoon scraped the bottom of the pot, making a crisp sound, "Didn't you cry and call you mom?"

"That's not true." An Yi's eyes narrowed with a smile, and he came back to serve the dishes, and couldn't help being nagging, "Don't wear such hard clothes in the future, it's so uncomfortable to be sick, I have enough clothes, I have to think about it first own body."

Liang Duanyuan didn't answer, she sat down at the dining table, their legs touched each other, their arms were pressed against each other, and they warmly ironed the post, "Try it to see if it's salty, my mouth is a bit bitter, I can't taste it, seasoning Estimated to put some."

Stir-fried beans, stir-fried pork with green peppers, and boiled yam, two people, Liang Duanyuan, cooked three dishes. An Yichi had never seen him cook before, but he occasionally showed his skills and cooked them beautifully.

"Delicious!" An Yichi's eyes widened, rarely vivid, "The taste is just right."

"Then eat more." Liang Duanyuan took some food for him and said, "After school starts in a few days, you will have to eat in the cafeteria again."

"What about you?" An Yichi heard what he meant.

"I don't have any classes anymore, so I will probably go back for a few days when I start my thesis and finish my defense." Liang Duanyuan said, "You can stay in my bed after school starts, don't move back, I will check out after graduation."

"But," An Yichi blinked, and subconsciously bit his chopsticks, "What about the other roommates, they will disturb them."

"No one lives in it anymore. I didn't worry about disturbing you to rest, so I let you live there." Liang Duanyuan said, "There were only three people living in the dormitory when I was a junior, and now one of them went back to his hometown for an internship. If I go to Japan, I can’t go back, so you can live here.”

"Tang Xiaozheng," An Yichi paused, and took a bite of his meal, "Are you going to study abroad? When did it happen?"

"The year when I started my senior year." Liang Duanyuan recalled, "It's been a while since my application was successful."

"Where's Chen Chen?" An Yichi asked, "Have you decided to go to Japan?"

"No," Liang Duanyuan picked vegetables for him, "Go to work directly after graduation, they probably broke up."

"So fast." An Yichi lowered his head and ate silently, he thought, then

How long have you two known each other?For at least ten years, how come they parted ways as they approached graduation?

The graduation deadline is approaching, and Liang Duanyuan will also enter this special stage. How long have they known each other?A year and a half, only a year and a half.

It's not that she believes in superstitions such as graduation spells, it's just that An Yichi has never had the self-confidence to be unique since she was a child.

After eating three dishes, An Yichi consciously cleared the dining table and went to wash the dishes. When he came out after wiping his hands, he saw Liang Duanyuan sitting on a lazy chair by the French window, cross-legged holding a laptop.

"It's over?" He raised his head and waved to An Yi, "Come here."

"at work?"

"No, I'm looking for a movie." Liang Duanyuan grabbed An Yichi without warning, and the unsuspecting person nestled into his cross-legged embrace.

"Nothing to do in the afternoon?" He turned his head and rubbed An Yizhi's side face, "Let's date at home."

Outside the window, the pines and cypresses are spreading dark gray and green, and the dead branches are intertwined and intertwined in the sky. The snow in the flower garden has not completely melted, and soft white ice crystals are scattered on the brown wet soil.

It was probably cold outside, with frost and mist forming on the edge of the glass, but An Yizhi was very warm, curled up in Liang Duanyuan's arms, as if surrounded by a fire that dissipated heat from all directions, covered with a thin blanket, and his whole body felt warm. Covered with laziness.

"I like this so much. I don't go anywhere, just stay at home like this." An Yizhi supported the carpet as if he wanted to turn around and talk, but was blocked by Liang Duanyuan, "The cold is not cured yet, it will be contagious."

So An Yi couldn't hold on anymore, relaxed, and leaned on the generous chest behind him.

"Yi Zhi, people's fortunes are different." There was a tremor in the back, and it was Liang Duanyuan who was speaking, "Their life is hard because of some factors that they can't control by themselves, but we don't."

It turned out that he didn't notice An Yichi's brief and unreasonable depression.

The wide wrists were around his waist, and he reached out to hold An Yizhi's and wrapped them in his palms. He rubbed between those fingers, "I will have a home with you."

"We eat together, take turns washing dishes, and occasionally go to IKEA. I want us to study together when we are busy, to be in a daze together when we are free, to take care of each other when we are sick... If we quarrel, we will take the initiative to admit our mistakes."

"We won't do that."

An Yichi didn't look back, but he could feel the wet and soft skin on the back of his neck. After a long time, when the dragon logo jumped out of the computer screen, he leaned back and leaned on Liang Duanyuan's shoulder.

"Yeah." He pursed his lips, his soft hair stuck to Liang Duanyuan's neck, "Let's not quarrel."