The tears didn't come out, they were rushing, there were no gaps, no pauses, they were completely out of his control, and they fell so wildly, he could even clearly feel the warm tears trajectory on the face one by one, and then Quickly joined together.

For so long, Jiang Yan felt that he had ruled out all distractions. Except for review, he never thought about anything else. When reviewing at most, he used to see Gu Fei in the corner of his eyes.

Apart from that, he didn't have any extra content in his mind. When I listened to classmates today, I learned that during this period, someone in the next class was sick and some people were fighting. From the third floor to the first floor, the movement was quite big. He Don't even know.

For so long, his brain was full and his nerves were strained, until now.

All the burdens are removed, all the stresses are thrown away, all the emotions are returned to the body, as if the stuffy jar at the body suddenly opened the lid, what the eyes see, the ears hear, and the experience , Feel, everything is clear, even clearer than ever.

In this state, he suddenly saw Gu Fei's tired expression and heard his slightly weak voice. It seemed that Jiang Yan suddenly remembered the complicated and various pressures that Gu Fei had been carrying over the past few months.

This moment of annoyance and distress was beyond his tolerance.

Gu Fei is so day by day, looking at his home, in the shop, and taking care of him, taking time to accompany Gu Miao, taking time to take care of the store, to buy, and to check the recipes for him to make nutritious meals every day, to accompany him to review ...

He always felt very tired, he was very hard to review, but he never noticed, so Gu Fei, who was spinning every day, stayed with him until midnight, and he fell asleep every time after he fell asleep, and he woke up How tired Gu Fei must have gotten up.

Gu Fei's exhaustion is more difficult to carry than his simple single "tire".

"I'm sorry," Jiang Yan held Gu Fei, feeling that Gu Fei was like a small hot stove, which made him flustered for a while. "Gu Fei I'm sorry."

"I'm afraid you say this," maybe Gu Fei was relaxed, or it really burned at the moment, and the voice started to sound hoarse, "I'm sorry or something, I'm afraid you say this."

"I really ..." Jiang Yan lowered his head and blew his tears on his shoulder, but just after he finished, the tears came out almost without pause, "I really didn't think you would It won't be tiring. "

"I don't feel tired myself," Gu Fei rubbed gently on his back. "Again, there are many people who are sick after the exam ..."

"Don't blame me," Jiang Yan tried to control his tears, crying so that he couldn't say anything. He wanted to smoke when he opened his mouth. He kissed Gu Fei's neck, his lips touched his hot skin. At times, it was easy to catch a tear and burst out again, "Don't blame me."

"I don't blame you," Gu Fei laughed. "How could I blame you? I haven't linked it to you."

"Don't talk," Jiang Yan hugged him tightly. "I feel distressed when I hear you."

"Um." Gu Fei answered, and didn't speak again.

Jiang Yan closed his eyes and squinted at him tightly until he felt a little sore on his waist before releasing his hand.

But Gu Fei didn't move, he turned his head and found that Gu Fei was asleep on his shoulders.

Jiang Yan supported the sofa back with one hand to keep himself well-balanced, and supported Gu Fei with one hand, slowly laid him down on the sofa, then ran into the house, put a small pillow under his head, and took it again. He covered him with a bed quilt and wrapped him up.

After doing this, Jiang Yan stood in the middle of the living room, wondering what else should be done.

After a while, I went to twist a towel and carefully put it on Gu Fei's brain.

He originally wanted to use an ice towel, but Gu Fei was sleeping soundly now, and he didn't want to wake Gu Fei awake.

After taking a few laps in the room, he took a small stool and sat in front of the sofa, staring at Gu Fei's face.

Gu Fei's face was flushed, and he didn't know whether it was covered by a quilt or a fever. Maybe both. He took the thermometer back and measured it against Gu Fei.

Body temperature is still 38.3, there is no change, of course, there will be no major changes in these few minutes.

After a while, he reached out and took off the towel, and just then, the towel was warm when it was taken off. He went into the bathroom and twisted it with cold water again, took it out and put it on Gu Fei's mind.

Gu Fei's health has always been very good. Jiang Ye has never seen him sick in his memory, and he has never had a cold. Such an infrequently sick person will always be a bit menacing once he gets sick.

Jiang Yan took two more body temperature measurements, one at 38.3 and one at 38.4.

Fuck, why are you still rising!

He couldn't sit still, remembering the "electronic inaccuracy" that Gu Fei said, so he quickly rushed out of the door and rode a bicycle to the community hospital.

Buy a physical thermometer and by the way go to the community hospital and ask if you can get some medicine.

As soon as I rushed to the entrance of the hospital, Li Yan walked out of Gu Fei's shop, holding a mobile phone and squatting on the steps at the door while dialing.

"Li Yan!" Jiang Yan called him.

"Ah?" Li Yan turned his head. "Why are you here alone? I'm calling Gu Fei, he ..."

"Don't fight, don't fight!" Jiang Yan jumped out of the car. "He has a fever and is sleeping!"

"Fever?" Li Yan hung up the phone and was a little surprised. "He has a fever? Is he as good as the Demon King and still has a fever?"

"Who knows if the Cow Devil never has a fever?" Jiang Yan said, "You are not Princess Iron Fan ..."

"In case I am," Li Yan snorted. "How much?"

"It's over 38 degrees. I'm afraid the electronics will be inaccurate. I want to buy some kind of mercury." Jiang Yan frowned.

Li Yan went to the community hospital with him. The doctor gave Jiang Yong a mercury thermometer and two antipyretics. Ask him to drink more water to prevent dehydration. If it doesn't return at night or the temperature rises, come and check to see if there are other problems. "

Jiang Min took the thermometer and medicine, came out of the community hospital, and remembered to ask Li Yan, "Why are you here?"

"Don't you think you'll come and eat after you finish the exam," Li Yan said, "who knows he's still sick."

"So ..." Jiang Yan looked at him.

"Leave me alone, go back and wait," Li Yan looked at the time. "I'll stare here for a while, and just close the door later."

"Why the fuck?" Jiang Yan asked.

"As soon as I came, she took Ermiao out to buy clothes, with that little husband." Li Yan said.

"Oh," Jiang Yan nodded, and asked again after stepping on the bicycle. "Steamed eggs are ..."

"What a chicken egg, don't eat high protein when you have a fever," Li Yan interrupted him, thinking about it, "if you want to eat, you have white porridge, plain noodles or something."

"How unpalatable," Jiang Yan sighed. "Can you eat it?"

"Rest assured, he is particularly tolerant," Li Yan said, "you can eat the feces without smelling."

"Ah!" Jiang Yan looked at him and sighed hard.

"To be honest," Li Yan smiled. "Hurry back."

Li Yan's remarks were disgusting, but it seemed to be true. Gu Fei was very tolerant. He could tolerate no matter what.

He could imagine that Gu Fei, even though he was very unhappy with plain porridge noodles, still looked calmly after eating a bowl.

Then there was another distress.

"Does he have noodles in his shop?" Jiang Yan asked. "It's very special and delicious?"

"... Wait for me to get it for you," Li Yan turned back to the store, and quickly took out a bag filled with a tube of noodles and a few bottles of spices and handed it to him, "This, I cooked it last time. , Especially smooth, good taste, and these spices, you look at this fresh and beautiful. "

"Okay." Jiang Yan hung the bag on the handlebar, pedaled and dashed all the way back to the rental house.

Gu Fei was still asleep, and he didn't seem to have woke up.

He put the things into the kitchen and put them out. He took out the towels and refilled them with water, and put them on Gu Fei's forehead.

The electronic thermometer measured 38.2 degrees. There was not much change. He carefully lifted the quilt. He wanted to clamp the mercury thermometer to Gu Fei. His hand just touched Gu Fei's arm. Gu Fei snorted softly: " Ok?"

"You sleep, sleep," Jiang Yan quickly whispered, "I just take your temperature."

"Brother." Gu Fei called him vaguely.

"Huh?" Jiang Yan said a while while plugging his thermometer.

"I'm upset." Gu Fei hummed with closed eyes.

The voice was still hoarse, with a bit of grievance in his tone, and Jiang Yan couldn't hold it immediately when he heard it, his heart was aching, and his nose was sore for a while.

"I know, I know," Jiang Yan re-sucked the quilt, and gently touched his face, "I insisted for a while, I took the medicine, just take some food and then take the medicine."

"What to eat?" Gu Fei asked.

"I just ran into Li Yan," Jiang Yan said. "He said the fever should be lighter, white porridge or plain noodles."

"This bastard," Gu Fei whispered, "certainly intentionally."

"Then what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you?" Jiang Yan asked.

Gu Fei hummed twice, not knowing what to say, and then fell asleep again.

Jiang Yan estimated that he was cooking at his own level, but white porridge and noodles ... he still had no problem, after all, he always cooked noodles before.

Just before Gu Fei fell asleep, he didn't say what he wanted to eat, so he got up and went into the kitchen, and cooked the porridge first, white porridge, put water and rice, and adjusted the rice cooker to the porridge. Very simple.

As soon as I pressed the button, the cell phone in his pants pocket rang, and he didn't look at it for a while. He pressed it to answer the phone as soon as he took it out. He was afraid that a loud noise would wake up Gu Fei.

"Who?" He asked.

"Rely? Hey?" There was Pan Zhi's voice over there, "Did you delete my number?"

"Why do I delete your number?" Jiang Yan closed the kitchen door.

"Then you ask me who I am! Do you have no caller ID!" Pan Zhi said.

"I didn't watch it," Jiang Yan said, "What's the matter?"

"... I fuck," Pan Zhi said in a sorrow and indignation, "I'm fine now and I can't call you?"

"Just ask." Jiang Yan said.

"But I'm not alright, I'm alright," Pan Zhi said, "how? Are you feeling really good after the exam?"

"It's okay." Jiang Yan smiled.

"Did you know the answer? Is it okay to take a big B?" Pan Zhi asked.

"No, you know when you get out of the game," Jiang Yan said. "It just feels okay. I don't bother to worry about it."

"The aura of Xueba," Pan Zhi sighed. "I'll figure it out. I might be able to mix three books. Anyway, I will be desperately trying to go to school with my mother."

"You don't have a girlfriend recently," Jiang Yan said, "actually stay with me."

"If you have a girlfriend, you have to think about you first," Pan Zhi laughed. "Besides, I can't talk about real love now, who knows if there is a better girl waiting for me in college."

"Just your virtue," Jiang Yan whispered, "good girls can't get on with you."

"In case of blindness," Pan Zhiman said, happy, "Hey, how about Gu Fei, I just sent him a message of condolences, and ignored me. Is it a pain to pass the exam? What about? "

"How could he be miserable because of this kind of thing," Jiang Yan said, "he has a fever and went to sleep ... Exactly, you help me ask your mother, how can white porridge and vegetarian noodles be delicious?"

"Fever?" Pan Zhi froze. "I always thought it would be you who had to pour one after the exam. Why did he fall? You wait, I asked my mother to send you a message."

Yeah, you have to be the one after you have finished the exam. No one expected Gu Fei to fall.

Only he knew why Gu Fei fell.

Thinking of this, he felt uncomfortable for a while. He actually thought about why he fell ill after Gu Fei fell.

He returned to the living room, sat on a small stool, and watched Gu Fei.

He really hasn't seen Gu Fei getting sick like this, which looks particularly distressing.

The thermometer was almost ready to come out. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't bear to lift the quilt.

It wasn't until Gu Fei moved a little, that he took the opportunity to quickly lift the quilt, and pulled out the thermometer.

"Huh?" Gu Fei murmured again and again.

"Wake you up?" Jiang Yan quickly covered the quilt. "I'll take a thermometer."

"How many degrees?" Gu Fei was still confused.

"Look at me ..." Jiang Yan looked down with a thermometer.

This thing, the most annoying thing is that I do n’t know where to look. Jiang Yan took seven hundred and twenty-four laps in his hands, and he could n’t find where the mercury column was. The thick one was fine. The doctor gave this one a thin strip.

"I fuck!" He lifted the thermometer again in a hurry and looked at the lamp. After looking at it for a long time, he didn't find it. It's not designed to be seen! "

"Here me." Gu Fei said.

Jiang Ye helplessly handed him the thermometer: "Am I blind?"

Gu Fei smiled and didn't speak. He could see that he was still very weak. He took the thermometer and turned it around half a circle casually: "38 degrees 1."

"The basics of this electronics are still accurate," Jiang Yan sighed, took the thermometer aside, and covered him with the quilt. "You sleep a little longer, I made porridge for you, do you want to drink it?" Porridge, I'll cook noodles for you later when I want to eat. "

"It's hot." Gu Fei said.

"Why sweat, it must be hot," Jiang Yan lay down on his knees on the sofa with his fingers lightly on his nose. "Sweating just fine, drink some water? The doctor said you should drink more water to prevent Dehydration. "

"Um." Gu Fei closed his eyes and said aloud.

Jiang Yan mixed the cup of warm water and thought of taking another straw. These straws were removed when he drank yogurt before. He likes to eat with a spoon. Gu Fei removed the straws and held them. Can be used anytime.

It will be used now.

"Come, hold on." Jiang Yan looked back at Fei, and tapped his lips twice with a straw.

"It's called a puppy." Gu Fei smiled.

"Drink water," Jiang Yan smiled. "Drink more."

Gu Fei bite a straw and drank half of a glass of water, then gently exhaled, "I'll just have porridge for a while."

"It's not troublesome to cook noodles," Jiang Yan said. "Don't leave me alone now."

"I think," Gu Fei closed her eyes, and hooked her mouth. "The noodles you cook are worse than white porridge."

"I rely," Jiang Yanle said. "Let's lie down for a while. I'll call you when the porridge is ready."

"Um." Gu Fei answered, and soon fell asleep again.

Pan Zhi's news came over.

-My mom said that the noodles are not digestible, so the porridge is better. I ’ll cook it and put some chopped vegetables. I ’ll just mix it with oyster sauce and sesame oil.

-Thank you mom for me

-Thank you in advance

Jiang Yan smiled, put the phone aside, changed the towel to Gu Fei, and sat on a small stool to continue staring at him.

Gu Fei, who is accustomed to calm, Gu Fei who is cold to others, Gu Fei who smiles at himself, now seeing such a fragile Gu Fei who is a little wronged, he has a kind of Weak.

I want to kiss Fei, and hug him.

He leaned over and touched Gu Fei's lips lightly with his lips.

Gu Fei drank the water, and her lips were still moist, and she felt very comfortable when she touched it gently.

Until the rice cooker rang in the kitchen, Jiang Yan stood up and prepared to go in and process the white porridge as Pan Zhi's mother said.

Probably it took a long time to sit here, and he got up a little bit, and he almost fell when he turned around. He stood by the table next to him, and decided to wait until the golden spot in front of him disappeared. Run lightly into the kitchen.

Staring at her boyfriend to see this level is also very heartfelt.

He washed a few leaves of the vegetable, chopped them, sprinkled them into the cooked porridge, and stirred. Then he put a little bit of oyster sauce and sesame oil on it. After all, it needs to be light and taste good.

When Jiang Yan put the porridge on the coffee table, Gu Fei opened his eyes: "Scent."

"Awake?" Jiang Yan leaned over and touched his face, still quite hot.

"Well," Gu Fei moved, "I try."

Jiang Yan helped him up, sat on the sofa, and wrapped him again with a quilt.

"I ..." Gu Fei looked at him, "How to eat?"

"I feed you." Jiang Yan sat on the coffee table with a bowl and a spoon in his hand, facing him face to face.

Gu Fei did not speak, and laughed, but because of his weakness, he could see that he smiled a bit.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang took a spoonful of porridge and tasted it first. It tasted pretty good. I didn't know if it was because he was hungry. "It's okay, you try it."

"It just feels funny," Gu Fei opened his mouth and ate, "Well, yes, put oyster sauce?"

"Stand a bit," Jiang Yan said, and took another spoonful to feed him. "Don't dare to put more, I'm afraid you're not used to eating."

"Actually," Gu Fei said as he ate. "It's a fever, and it's not a big deal."

"You are all dizzy and your throat is dumb," Jiang Yan frowned. "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm sleepy and want to sleep." Gu Fei said.

"Gu Fei, do you know?" Jiang Yan looked at him. "I wouldn't like to see you like this, so I'm supporting this bird."

Gu Fei looked at him silently.

"What's wrong, isn't it?" Jiang Yan said, "You can just hold on to someone else. Why are you holding on to me? Are you fragile in front of me? I'm hot, holding me all Can do hyperthermia ... "

"Then you hold me." Gu Fei said.

"Ah?" Jiang froze.

"Hug," Gu Fei said.

Gu Fei, who was a little husky, with a slight nasal tone, had the word "embrace" that was flamboyant. It seemed like a small flower with a current blowing in Jiang Yan's ears, which instantly softened his heart. I almost couldn't hold the bowl with my hands.

"Just hold this bowl," Jiang Yan said.

"Um." Gu Fei nodded.

Gu Fei was still very uncomfortable at the moment. He usually did n’t eat much, but he ate full after eating half a bowl of porridge today.

Jiang Yan ate half of his leftover bowl and ate another bowl in the kitchen, only to feel less hungry.

When returning to the living room, Gu Fei was still wrapped in a quilt sitting on the sofa, but his eyes closed.

Jiang Yan took another temperature measurement, this time it was 38 degrees. Although the drop was small, at least he didn't go up. In fact, as Gu Fei said, a fever is really not an extraordinary thing But now Gu Fei's state is not just a fever, but the exhaustion that has accumulated over such a long time, otherwise he would not be so weak at this moment, and has been lethargic.

"Baby silkworm," Jiang Yan touched his brain, "lie down? Or go to bed and fall asleep?"

Gu Fei said nothing, opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Huh?" Jiang Yan looked at him, "What's wrong?"

Gu Fei still didn't speak.

Jiang Yan stared at him for a long time before returning violently: "Ah, ah, ah, hug, here is here, I am here."

He sat next to Gu Fei, and clasped him with a quilt tightly: "Brother Hu."

"Sing a song, brother," Gu Fei leaned against him and closed his eyes again. "Lullaby."

"Okay," Jiang Yan cleared his throat. "Little rabbit obediently, open the door, open it quickly, I want to come in ..."

The author has something to say: 继续 Continue tomorrow.

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