If Xia Zhiye originally thought that Song Yan liked him, it might just be that Shen Jiayan thought too much, but this sneaker incident was basically implemented.

Otherwise, Song Yan had no reason to suddenly give him a pair of basketball shoes after knowing that he was very good at basketball.

It is even more unreasonable to conceal the fact of delivering shoes.

Even more unreasonable, when he asked about it, he said that it was given by someone who had a crush on him.

No wonder it's unhappy.

If he gave Song Yan a gift, but Song Yan threw it at the lost and found office without even looking at it, he would definitely feel unhappy in his heart, not to mention that Song Yan was a young master who couldn't bear it.

Fortunately, I discovered the mistake in time, and I still have time to remedy it for the time being.

Xia Zhiye thought and pushed open the door of the student union office.

The person in charge of the Lost and Found Office of the Student Office and Xia Zhiye are old acquaintances. When he saw Xia Zhiye come in, he couldn't help but teased, "Brother Ye, did you receive something good for us?"

Xia Zhiye was in a good mood, so he didn't care about him, walked to the shelf where the lost things were kept, and swept around: "Where are the shoes that Kong Xiaoxiao sent yesterday?"

"Here." The person in charge took out a shopping bag from under the table. "What? Yours?"

"Um."

The person in charge was speechless: "You still have yours delivered to me? Do you think I'm too busy sitting in this student union office all day long?"

Xia Zhiye was sloppy and confident: "I didn't know it was mine yesterday."

The person in charge did not understand: "What do you mean?"

Xia Zhiye: "It doesn't make any sense. Someone gave it to me, but I didn't know it was from him yesterday."

"Then you know today?"

"Um."

"So you took it?"

"Um."

"Fuck, Master Xia, there is a situation!"

The person in charge patted his thigh excitedly.

Since he had known Xia Zhiye for so long, this was the first time he saw Xia Zhiye accept such a gift with ambiguous intentions, dragged his chair, approached Xia Zhiye, winked and said gossip, "Show my buddy which fairy picked it up. Because of your high-end flowers, I can go back and preach, and let the girls in our class die."

Xia Zhiye gave him a warning look: "Don't bother me, it hasn't been picked yet."

"You didn't take it off and you still received gifts from others?" The person in charge looked at the scumbag's expression.

Xia Zhiye said casually, "I didn't pick him up."

"??" The person in charge turned into disbelief, "No, Master Xia, you can't even take it off, what kind of fairy on earth is this?"

"A human fairy with a beautiful heart, good waist, thin legs and long net worth."

"..."

"Envy?"

"envious."

"Don't be envious."

"?"

"You can buy limited-edition sneakers, but the fairy who gave you limited-edition sneakers is hard to come by, so this is a fateful blessing. Envy is not enviable. It's better to mourn early and see you later."

After speaking, Xia Zhiye slowly walked out of the office with the limited edition sneakers.

The remaining person in charge who was severely beaten: "..."

If it weren't for him, Xia Zhiye wouldn't even think about walking out of this door alive today.

Song Yan fell into a drowsy sleep, in a daze, his throat was tight, his mouth was so dry, he wanted to drink water, but he didn't want to move. ."

However, he didn't wait for the familiar "what's the matter, Song Daxi" for a long time.

Song Yan frowned, raised her eyelids with difficulty, and when she saw the snow-white sheets, she remembered that she was in the infirmary.

Xia Zhiye wasn't there, so if he wanted to drink water, he had to pour it himself.

Song Yan was suddenly a little irritable.

Uncomfortably propped up, he was about to get up when a glass of warm water was handed to him.

Song Yan raised her head and found that it was the school doctor. With a trace of disappointment in her heart, she took the cup and whispered, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The school doctor was a handsome young man. He retracted his hand, inserted it into the pocket of his white coat, looked at him and smiled, "Is that the classmate you called just now?"

Song Yan raised her eyes slightly, as if suspicious.

The school doctor smiled and raised his chin out of the window: "Well, that handsome guy, you hang water here for two hours, he has been grinding my colleague outside for half an hour, and if you continue to grind it, my colleague will probably collapse. already."

Song Yan followed his line of sight and turned his head to look over, and sure enough, Xia Zhiye was leaning against the wall outside the window, laughing and talking lazily, while the male doctor with a handful of hair in front of him had an expression he couldn't bear trying to run away.

Thinking of Xia Zhiye's unusual path, Song Yan asked, "How did he grind it."

"I didn't grind it much. I just took a cup of hot water, and then put the cup on my forehead for two minutes, trying to pretend to have a fever and come in to accompany you to isolate."

"and then?"

"Then it was discovered."

"?"

"Posted for too long, the forehead gun swept away, 52.8 degrees Celsius, my colleague dialed 119 on the spot."

"..."

Xia Zhiye, this big idiot.

The school doctor smiled and said, "So do you want him in?"

Song Yan moved her knuckles while holding the cup.

The school doctor smiled again: "You are a common blood cross-infection caused by low immunity, and the fever is caused by the increase of white blood cells and neutrophils in the body. It does not infect people. Now that the fluid has been infused, the fever is almost gone. took you away."

"..."

Song Yan thought about the princess hug that Xia Zhiye brought him today, and turned his face away coldly, "No need."

School doctor: "Oh."

Then he turned his head and opened the door: "Classmate Xia, come in, Classmate Song said he needs you."

Song Yan: "?"

The school doctor turned around and smiled and said, "Little classmate, it's not a good habit to be honest."

Song Yan: "..."

Before he could refute, Xia Zhiye had already come to him, reached out and touched his head: "Why is it still a little hot?"

"It's going to get better so quickly. You have to go to the hospital for another day of fluids tomorrow. If the number of white blood cells in your body is repeated, you may have a fever at night. You have to pay more attention at all times." The school doctor naturally regarded Xia Zhiye, his roommate, as a family member. instructed.

Xia Zhiye is also very family-conscious: "Is there anything else to pay attention to?"

"The rest is gone, but he is seriously underweight. Usually, remember to let him eat and sleep more, otherwise his weak immunity will easily regenerate other diseases."

"Okay, thank you doctor."

"It's alright, take your little roommate away, I'm going to get off work too." After finishing speaking, the school doctor walked into the back room and closed the door.

Xia Zhiye stretched out his hand to help Song Yan: "I'll carry you back."

"No, I can go by myself." Song Yan was about to stand up, but out of the corner of his eye glanced at the bag in Xia Zhiye's hand and frowned slightly, "Did you take it back?"

"Well, I went to the Lost and Found Office to get it back."

"Isn't it that you don't accept gifts from unknown sources?"

Song Yan tilted her head slightly, raised her eyebrows, and looked at vengeance.

Xia Zhiye looked at his small expression, smiled and said, "I think you're right, maybe someone who has a crush on me gave it to me, so I can't live up to their hearts."

Then turn around on Christmas Eve to confess to others.

Oh, scumbag.

Song Yan pushed Xia Zhiye away, snatched his mobile phone from his hand coldly, and walked to the infirmary without looking back.

Xia Zhiye just thought he was embarrassed, and followed him with a smile.

It seems that Song Yan secretly sending his own sneakers is better not to break it for a while.

Otherwise, Song Yan, this little arrogant and thin-skinned, might be ashamed to ignore him for several days.

And he should have taken the initiative first.

Song Yan, a human fairy with a beautiful heart, a good heart, thin waist, long legs, and a fortune, should be proud and proud to wait to be liked.

Song Yan's low-grade fever has not subsided, and she has to go to the hospital for an infusion tomorrow morning. Now is a sensitive period. For various reasons, Ruan Tian simply gave Song Yan a day and a half off.

As a result, when Xia Zhiye was in a good mood, his face became thicker, and once he had a thicker face, those peach blossom eyes with a smile and that small mouth with red lips and white teeth were very coaxing.

After a few words, Ruan Tian felt that Song Yan, a poor little man who was wandering alone in a foreign country, without Xia Zhiye's company, would be ill tomorrow and die in depression, so he was connected to Xia Zhiye's fake note. approved.

When she realized something was wrong, Xia Zhiye swaggered back to Zaijiu Lane with Song Yan.

Song Yan was still wearing Xia Zhiye's big coat, wrapped it around her body, and asked angrily, "Why did you bring me to your house."

Xia Zhiye closed the zipper for him: "I told grandma about your illness, and grandma insisted that I bring you back and said she would make up for you."

"You don't have to tell her what to do."

Song Yan lifted his eyelids in dissatisfaction.

Xia Zhiye said righteously, "Who do you tell your parents if you're sick?"

"..."

That's your parent, not my parent, anyway, I don't have a parent.

Song Yan thought about it, pulled the zipper to the top, lowered his head and buried his chin, as if trying to avoid this question.

Looking at him like this, Xia Zhiye probably guessed what he was thinking, put his hand on his head, and rubbed lightly: "Grandma is very worried about you, and she started to cook sick meals for you when she received the news at noon."

Song Yan opened his hand: "I'm not hungry."

"She's old, how much do you want to eat?"

"..." Song Yan really had no appetite, "Just a little."

"Well, just a million."

Say a million points, just a million points.

When Grandma Liu saw Song Yan's pale and pale face, she was so distressed that she tucked him into the bed, wrapped the quilt tightly, and then placed the rice on the small table for him, saying that it was impossible for him to come down.

Song Yan looked at the pot full of pork ribs and bamboo fungus soup, a large bowl of badly cooked sick porridge, and a rock candy Sydney, pursing her lips and said nothing.

Grandma Liu thought that he was disgusted, and said quickly: "This sparerib is to nourish you, and the bamboo fungus can improve your immunity. I have bought the freshest one, and the oily smell is left out, so it is not greasy. I added it to the porridge. Vegetable mushrooms and diced ham, boiled for two hours, it is easy to digest, that rock candy Sydney I heard Ono say that your mouth is bitter, so I put more rock candy, it is very sweet. It is definitely not as good as you usually eat at home, but you Look at how thin your child is, let's not be picky eaters, eat more, okay?"

Grandma Liu spoke anxiously and worriedly.

Song Yan held the bowl and lowered her head: "No, it's better than what I usually eat at home."

"That's good, that's good, then eat more, do you hear? Look at how thin your child is, only a handful of bones are left, and his face is blank. Mom and Dad look so distressed. ." Grandma Liu was really distressed, she picked out a large piece of pork ribs and stuffed it into his bowl, "Eat more meat, don't be picky eaters."

Little Mahjong also climbed onto the bed with her small wooden bowl at some point, and sat opposite Song Yan: "That's right, the kindergarten teacher said that children can't be picky eaters, so you big friends can't be picky eaters either."

As he said that, he picked up the poached egg in his bowl and sent it tremblingly to Song Yan's bowl: "Little Mahjong gave his favorite poached egg to the pretty brother, can the pretty brother get sick sooner?"

Song Yan looked down at the love-shaped poached egg in the bowl, and gave a light "um", "Yes."

It's a very light sentence that doesn't seem to care much.

However, he never raised his head, as if he didn't dare to look at anyone.

When Xia Zhiye saw him like this, he knew it in his heart. He stretched out his long arms, and took out the little mahjong that was trying to rub against his beautiful brother, and sent it to Grandma Liu's arms: "Okay, Grandma, you Let's take the little mahjong to dinner first. Song Yan is shy, and he is prone to indigestion when you look at him."

The kid looked rather shy.

Grandma Liu said worriedly: "Then you must stare at him and finish eating."

"Okay, eat without a grain of rice." Xia Zhiye nodded, "But what about my dinner?"

Grandma Liu curled her lips in disgust: "You have hands and feet, can't you serve the noodles by yourself?"

"...I really have a new grandson and forget the old grandson." Xia Zhiye sent Grandma Liu and the little mahjong out angrily and hilariously, "You always walk slowly, just remember to leave some face for me."

He closed the door, sat back by the bed, looked at Song Yan, who was burying his head and eating slowly, smiled, and said in a low voice, "Why, we are moved by Brother Yan?"

"What nonsense are you talking about."

Song Yan answered without hesitation.

Xia Zhiye chuckled lightly, okay, not moved.

What Xiao Aojiao says is what he says.

He asked again, "Does it still taste good?"

Song Yan did not speak, but nodded.

Xia Zhiye was relieved: "It's alright, I'll ask grandma to make it according to this taste tomorrow."

"No."

"What's up?"

Song Yan lowered his head: "There's no need to let the old man spend money."

Even if Song Yan is not diligent, he has seen what Grandma Liu usually eats at home with her little mahjong.

It's nothing more than a simple meal.

Ingredients like spare ribs, bamboo sun and ham are not expensive, but they are obviously beyond their usual consumption level.

Song Yan felt a little pantothenic acid in her heart when she thought of how Grandma Liu was usually reluctant to fry a poached egg for herself.

However, Xia Zhiye never thought that he would give this answer. After all, in his heart, Song Yan had always been a young master who didn't eat human fireworks.

Thinking of this, Song Yan seemed to be cuter, and her smile became softer: "Don't worry, I gave the money to my grandma, and I won't let her spend it."

Song Yan raised his head when he heard the words, frowning slightly: "Where did you get the money?"

The tone is like questioning.

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows: "Do I look like I have no money?"

Song Yan: "..."

You really don't look like you have much money.

But I remembered yesterday that my study materials with a small audience could be sold for more than 1,000 yuan in one night. Then Xia Zhiye's audience is bigger than his, and there are bad marketing, discount sales, no matter what. If you sell it for three or four thousand, you should not be short of money for the time being.

So he lowered his head again: "If you have money, save some money. It's not easy for grandma to carry a little mahjong. I just saw a hole in the shoulder of her sweater. If you have money, you might as well buy her a new dress."

"..."

Xia Zhiye didn't find out about it himself. He didn't expect that Song Yan looked like a bad-tempered young master, but he was more careful than anyone else.

Some people really look like a big nut on the surface, but as long as you find the seam and gently pry it open, there is soft and sweet coconut milk inside. Only the more you touch it, the more cute you will find it.

Xia Zhiye laughed softly: "Well, we'll go pick a dress for grandma when we go back. But you have to eat well. Anyway, you wild brother, I have many talents, not to mention making a fortune, I will definitely not be hungry for you, so I can rest easy at home to recuperate. Well, grandma and little mahjong like you very much."

Go fuck your wild brother.

Who is with your family.

Song Yan lowered his head and took a mouthful of porridge.

In fact, he didn't know if this was a good porridge for sick patients.

Because this was the first time in his more than ten years of life that someone cooked a bowl of porridge for him.