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After he finished applying the ointment, Gao Ziyu covered Gao Kan with his blanket and asked me, "Are you tired?

I whispered, "I want to stay here for a while."

Gao Ziyu nodded, "Alright, if you are tired, go sleep. The Auntie Li in the room next door has prepared everything for you."

"Yes."

He left.

Gao Kan was sleeping soundly, his eyebrows relaxed and his breathing even. He laid on his side and curled up like a child, but because he touched the wound while turning over, he frowned and moaned many times, but fortunately he did not wake up.

Perhaps it was because of the pain in his body, but he could not sleep well. Every now and then, he would flip over, and occasionally, he would even talk in his sleep.

Gao Kan's right hand, which was not injured, was resting beside the bed. His long white fingers were curled up slightly, and his palm faced upwards.

I touched his hand tentatively. He seemed to have received some kind of telepathic call, and reacted with extreme sensitivity.

He gripped it so tightly.

Then he began to talk again.

"... Don't go … "Don't..."

This time I heard him clearly. He said don't go, in a loud, commanding voice, and I almost thought he was awake, so I pulled my hand away.

Gao Kan began to turn around restlessly as he waved his hands, as if he was looking for something important that was lost.

I handed it to him, and as soon as he got hold of me, he stopped and curled his strong fingers around mine.

Then she pulled it up to his chest, left it there, turned it on its side, and went back to sleep.

I was afraid to disturb him, so I half lay down on the bed, not daring to move, while he took my hand to sleep.

Later, I also sleepy, just lying down, fell asleep.

When I woke up with a sore body, I found that Gao Kan had hugged half of my body, and was still resting my head on his arm.

Crap, it hurts, right?

He must have felt uncomfortable, too. His brow was furrowed and his lips were pursed.

I tried to pull away from his arms, little by little. My sweaty hands ached from the grip of his powerful hands.

I opened his fingers and took my hand.

Just as he was about to sit up and stretch his muscles, Gao Kan suddenly shook his body as if he had suffered some kind of shock. He shouted "Coca Cola" and suddenly sat up.

Afraid of being discovered, I quickly squatted on the ground and hid myself, only exposing my eyes to look at him.

Gao Kan seemed to have woken up, but at the same time, he seemed to be in a dream. He opened his eyes, but he was in a daze as he looked around and shouted, "Coca Cola, Coca Cola, where are you? Where did he hit you? Did you get hurt? "

My sore eyes blurred again.

Gao Kan is dreaming, he has me in his dreams, he cares about me, protects me, and he still loves me.

How I thought he was lost in a dream, never to wake up, never to hate me.

-

"Let her go! Whoever dares to touch one of her fingers, I want to repay them double!" Gao Kan suddenly shouted with gritted teeth, looking exactly the same as he did when he was seventeen or eighteen years old.

But he was the only one in the dream.

After a while, Gao Kan whispered: "Coca Cola, big brother's body is hurting, it's f * cking painful, you heartless little thing … …"

His muffled voice, mixed with the sadness and sadness that had crept into my heart, slipped under the covers again.

However, he was still unable to sleep soundly. While tossing and turning, he fidgeted with his wounds and restlessly kicked the blanket away. From time to time, he would moan loudly.

I stood up, pulled the quilt over him, and held his hand as I had done.

However, as if he had been bitten by a venomous tongue, he immediately flung me away. He fiercely turned over and opened his eyes to look at me.

I didn't know if he was awake or dreaming. He just stood there in a daze, unmoving.

After about a minute, Gao Kan moved his lips and asked softly, "You … are you alright?"

I thought he was still dreaming, so I nodded my head vigorously. "It's okay, they didn't hit me, I'm fine …"

Gao Kan said, "Come here."

It must have been a dream.

I quickly wiped the tears from my face, got close to him, and sat down.

Gao Kan grabbed my shoulder, and said: "Come closer, hug me."

"Gao Kan..."

"When I beg you, shut up, shut up, don't speak." His mood was very anxious, but his tone was exceptionally gentle. There was even a hint of pleading in his eyes.

I realized then that he was awake, not dreaming. He quickly took off his shoes and jacket, climbed onto the bed and leaned on the bedside table. He then slowly hugged him.

Gao Kan laid his head against the soft part of my chest and rubbed it a little. Then, he took my hand and covered his eyes.

I didn't dare to breathe out for fear of offending him and making him unhappy.

After a while, he blew hot air into my palm and said, "Sing a song."

Sing a song?

What was he singing about?

I started, remembering how he used to love to hear me sing "Obedient to the Bamboo Field," and began to chant in a low voice: "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..."

She didn't think that Gao Kan would still like to hear it.

When I had finished, he told me to go on, and I sang to him again and again until he let go of my hand and fell asleep again.

The way he looked when he slept was very handsome and warm. He pouted slightly, looking a little childish and cute, completely different from the Gao Kan who had a few faces during the day.

Perhaps in this world only his mother and I had ever seen his childlike face.

It was the kind of pain and suffering that could be forgiven with a single glance. Then, no matter what the future was, be it darkness or light, be it abandoned or joined together, or live or die, you would still resolutely love him.

-

It had been a long time since we had slept together so quietly.

It had been six years since we'd slept in this position for the first time.

At that time, Gao Kan had just arrived at my house and was dragging his young master's temper, throwing his face and falling things all day. I have never seen such a hateful person, I really can't be bothered with him, he also disdains to pay attention to me, and only talks about one or two things during meals.

Just when I thought that this would be the end of his summer vacation, Gao Kan had a nightmare one night and our relationship changed as well.

At that time, my family was very poor, they lived in a primitive adobe house, only four rooms, my grandparents slept in one, the largest was a place to cook, there were still messy piles of sundries, weeds, firewood, and the youngest was surrounded by a few lambs that the government gave out when they were poor.

Gao Kan and I will sleep in the same room, right next to the sheepfold. The soundproofing effect is very bad, and we will hear the bleating from time to time in the middle of the night.

His sleep was very heavy. Even if the adjacent grandfather's cold leg flared up and he howled painfully into the middle of the night, Gao Kan would still be able to sleep without being affected until daybreak.

We each had a bed, and his clothes piled up on top of mine. In his words, I was just a little monkey, so I didn't need to sleep on the bed at all. I could just lie on the floor and go to sleep.

Because I'm used to taking care of my grandpa, my sleep is very shallow.

One night in the middle of the night, my grandfather was in so much pain that he couldn't fall asleep again. I got up, and helped him fan his legs.

I couldn't believe it at first, but when I went back to the house, I realized that he was crying. He was crying like a wounded little beast, and he was moaning under the covers, and although he tried to keep his voice low, I heard him.

At first, when I saw that domineering person crying so miserably, I was somewhat gloating over his misfortune.

But afterwards, they were so noisy that I couldn't sleep, and there were still a lot of things I had to do tomorrow. With curiosity and restlessness, I walked over and lifted Gao Kan's quilt.

Then, he closed his eyes tightly, curled up his arms and legs, and hugged himself. His beautiful face was drenched with tears, and his shoulders, which had been choked with sobs, shook pitifully.

Originally, she wanted to wake him up, but when she saw his pitiful appearance, she suddenly couldn't bear to do so.

When I covered him again with the blanket, Gao Kan suddenly grabbed onto my hand. Just like tonight, he squeezed tightly onto me and pulled me into his embrace.

Even though I was thirteen at the time, my mind was still very pure and backward. I didn't think that he was a boy who had reached adulthood, nor did I think that he was taking advantage of me.

But he held me like I was a little toy, tossing and turning, tossing and turning, sleepless.

I just remembered that when I was young, I loved to cry. When my grandfather coaxed me, he sang to me and I fell asleep listening to him. I felt extremely safe amidst his long and deep singing.

After that, I sang a Japanese folk song for Gao Kan that was taught by a teacher. "Bamboo Field: Protect the Child". Gao Kan really liked it.

When he woke up that morning, he woke me up in his arms. For the first time since we met, he smiled at me and we became friends.

However, he never told me what kind of nightmare it was. He only said that he thought I met an angel in his dreams and that my singing was really good, better than any girls and celebrities he had ever seen.