"You Wake up? " Ah Chou opened his bleary eyes and saw Zhong Mingwei sitting in front of him. The quilts slipped under his shoulders and the whole person woke up. She was so busy that she grabbed the quilts and wrapped them tightly. At the same time, she stroked Zhong Mingwei's forehead and frowned. "How can it be so hot?"
"Why are your hands so cold?" Zhong Mingwei was so excited by ah Chou's hand that he was so busy that he grabbed ah Chou's hand and thrust it into the quilt. He frowned at ah Chou and said, "you slept like this all night?"
"No, I'll squint for a while," said ah Chou hurriedly, breaking away from Zhong Mingwei's hand and putting on his shoes to get off the Kang. "I'll cook some porridge for you first, and then I'll cook you medicine. I can't drink medicine in an empty stomach all the time."
"Fry two, and you'll have a bowl..." Zhong Mingwei looked at ah Chou's haggard face and was so distressed that he opened the quilt and got out of bed to burn the fire. Before he got up, he suddenly held him down again.
"You have to piss me off, don't you? Do you dare to go down the Kang like this? " Ah Chou frowned at Zhong Mingwei. "You are not allowed to go down the Kang these two days. I will beat you carefully!"
"I see." Rao is not willing to, Zhong Mingwei or honestly agreed, and now he obediently lay back, but no longer sleepy, he looked sideways at ah Chou's quick rice washing pot, and then sat down to burn the fire, the warmth and ironing in his heart.
Once upon a time, when he was sick, he was also so lying, but no one dared to disturb him in the bedroom. So he was the only one in the huge bedroom. He was so empty in the bedroom, and his heart was empty. But he still enjoyed the quietness of the needle drop more than listening to women's noisy questions.
When did it start? He began to be afraid of silence. When he was alone, his heart was always unstable. Only when the girl was jabbering in front of him, could his heart be stable.
What do you yearn for most when you are alone for too long?
It's just that when I'm sick, there's someone around me, especially the one I love.
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"You were so annoying last night," said ah Chou, taking a look at Zhong Mingwei as he was burning the fire. "How old are you? I don't want to drink medicine. I'll take medicine for you. If you do well, I'll push it away. A good cotton padded jacket will make the medicine soup dirty. If you do well, you have to be coaxed to drink it. How can you get used to such a bad smell?"
"You're not used to it?" Zhong Mingwei didn't feel embarrassed either. He smiled and looked at a Chou's new red lined jacket. He thought it was pretty. "Fortunately, you've soiled your old jacket, otherwise you won't be able to wear this new one this year."
Before the new year's Eve, when a Chou went down to buy new year's products, Zhong Mingwei asked a Chou to buy a new dress for himself. A Chou was so worn that he couldn't help it. Later, he bought this small cotton padded jacket. Only a Chou was around the pot all day. Where could he wear a new coat? Last night, the old cotton padded jacket was stained with medicine soup. Ah Chou couldn't help it. Today, he found the new cotton padded jacket to wear.
"Who said that? I thought about wearing it early in the morning. "Ah Chou was a little embarrassed. He pulled his sleeve and looked at Zhong Mingwei." didn't he buy you a new coat years ago? Why don't you wear it? "
"When you're well, we'll wear them together," said Zhong Mingwei with a smile, and he sipped his lips. "By the way, I remember how you gave me medicine last night, and I still remember you singing a song."
"It's burning like that, but you can't remember that clearly." ah Chou's face suddenly turned red, but his heart was sweet. He asked Zhong Mingwei in a low voice as he continued the firewood in the stove. "Is the song I'm singing good?"
"Good to hear, good words, good music, better voice of girl..." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, coughing twice at the same time, and then sang in a hoarse voice, "Er Genggu Er hair, Xiao Liu Er, he climbed the wall. Startled on the house, infatuated daughter jiaowa yo. In a hurry, he opened the door with two fans. He grabbed his beloved friend with one hand Cough! "
"How can you remember that for such a long tune?" Ah Chou felt very ashamed. He gouged out Zhong Mingwei with his eyes, took the tea from the stove and fed it to Zhong Mingwei. At the same time, he groaned, "my voice is so dumb. It's good to sing."