It was probably the first time that Song Yan had eaten so much in one go.

After eating, he lazily retracted the quilt, wrapped himself in the quilt, his eyes were blurred, and it seemed that he had eaten the child.

It's okay, sleep after eating, and grow meat, it's pretty good.

Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan's rare stunned expression, raised his lips slightly, and went to the kitchen with the tableware and chopsticks in his hand, where he cooked the instant noodles for himself. Just got back to the room.

And someone in the room was obviously already asleep, the quilt was tightly wrapped, and there was not a corner left for Xia Zhiye.

But he slept so well that he couldn't bear to wake him up.

Xia Zhiye could only sigh resignedly, took out a blanket from the closet to make do, and touched Song Yan's forehead again to confirm that he had stopped burning for a while, then set the alarm clock, set the phone to vibrate mode, and stuffed it. under the pillow.

The alarm clock rings every hour.

The remarks, without exception, are all "Take Song Daxi's temperature".

The school doctor said in the afternoon that Song Yan could have a fever again at any time at night. If he didn't find out in time, he would have a fever all night long, and he would have turned a good schoolboy boyfriend into a little fool.

So every time Xia Zhiye just fell asleep, he was woken up by the phone under his head, then forced the drowsiness to cut off the alarm, took out the thermometer, and confirmed that Song Yan's body temperature was normal before lying down again.

This cycle went on and on, and couldn't live in peace all night. It was only when the sky was slightly bright that managed to calm down. set the alarm clock to two hours later, and planned to take a break for a while.

The strings in his head that had been tight all night were finally loosened, and the drowsiness surged past the nerve endings, and in a daze, he felt that something hot and hot was digging into his arms.

Xia Zhiye was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyelids, so he could only hug the hot body beside him restlessly, and said dumbly, "Be good, don't make trouble."

However, when the palm of his hand felt the body temperature of Song Yan's scorching skin through the pajama fabric around his waist, the string that had been loosened in his head was almost instinctively awake in an instant.

Sitting up, he reached out and stroked Song Yan's forehead. The skin on his palm was hot and hot, he took out a thermometer and measured it, it was 39.9.

Hold.

Why did it burn so high all of a sudden.

Xia Zhiye's sleepiness disappeared immediately, he got up and got out of bed, put on his clothes hastily, pulled out a coat from the closet and packed Song Yan, picked up the medical records bag, picked him up by the waist, and walked out of the house quickly. go.

It happened that Grandma Liu got up and went out to buy vegetables. When she saw this scene, she ran over nervously: "What's wrong with Xiao Song?"

It was windy in the early morning, so Xia Zhiye wrapped Song Yan tightly, and said in a low voice, "It's burning again, the temperature is very high, I want to send it to the hospital first."

"My God, why is it burning again? Wait a minute. Grandma will go with you. There is an adult to take care of." After Grandma Liu finished speaking, she hurried back to the house to get her bank card and medical insurance card, and followed Xia Zhiye up car.

The taxi passed through the misty autumn morning and arrived at the hospital.

After the first examination, the doctor looked at the previous cases and the examination results, and sighed deeply.

With this sigh, Xia Zhiye's fingernails were pinched into the palm of his hand, but he tried to maintain a calm face: "Doctor, is he alright?"

The doctor pursed his lips, considered for a while in Xia Zhiye's calm eyes, and replied, "I can't say something is wrong, but I can't say it's okay."

Xia Zhiye: "..."

Can't call it bullshit, but it's really useless.

"Don't worry, you listen to me slowly." The doctor tapped on the case slowly, "According to the case provided by the school infirmary, this patient has long-term insomnia caused by long-term mental sub-health, rest It's not good, the mood is bad, it will definitely bring a lot of burden to the body, so this fever is actually a wake-up call for his body function, understand?"

"Understood." Xia Zhiye looked down at his resume and asked, "Then why did you say it's okay?"

"It's okay because this condition is not an organ disease, it's just an adjustment of the body."

"adjust?"

"Well." The doctor nodded, "This kind of morbid accumulation is not a day or two, but it is because of youth and good health, and it has been suppressed without showing it. Once the mental state collapses, or suddenly relaxes, the whole person If you don't hold on to that breath, you'll get sick like a mountain, but it's not a big problem. It's a good thing to have a good rest and keep your body and mind happy. But..."

"But what?"

Xia Zhiye raised his heart.

The doctor sighed again: "I looked at the child's past drug history, and it seems that he has received some antidepressant-like treatment. It seems to be fine now, but you still need to pay more attention to his physical and mental health."

Antidepressant treatment.

The knuckles of Xia Zhiye's fist against the table tightened again.

How come Song Yan and Shen Jiayan never mentioned this matter.

He nodded. "Well, got it. Is there anything else to watch out for?"

"The other thing is to let him rest more, eat more, try to reach the weight target, and then it will be nothing."

"Okay, thank you doctor."

Xia Zhiye took the medical record and left the duty room.

Grandma Liu stood at the door and listened for a long time. In fact, she didn't fully understand it. She could only understand that Song Yan was a child because she had something in her heart and her mind was heavy, so her health was not good.

After seeing Xia Zhiye come out, he hurriedly grabbed Xia Zhiye's wrist, pulled him to the corner, and asked accusingly, "Have you informed Xiao Song's parents about such a big thing?"

"No."

"You child." Grandma Liu was anxious. "No matter how we take care of it, we are only outsiders. Ren Xiaosong is so ill, and he must miss his parents. How could you not inform him?"

Song Yan's parents were notified, for fear that Song Yan's illness would not get better at all.

But Xia Zhiye didn't say much about Song Yan's sex, he just lowered his head and replied casually, "His parents are busy and don't have time to take care of him, so it's useless to inform him."

"That's it." Grandma Liu seemed to understand, "I said that no one cares how this child is so thin. It turns out that the parents don't care at all, alas, it's a sin. Then if you have anything to do, tell grandma, someone else The children here are unfamiliar, we have to take good care of them."

"Don't worry, grandma, it's all right now, you go back to take care of the little mahjong first, I'll just stay here."

Grandma Liu originally wanted to stay and take care of her, but she felt a little uneasy about leaving the little mahjong at home alone. After thinking about it, she took out her bank card wrapped in cloth and stuffed it into Xia Zhiye's hand: "There is more in here. If two months' pension is not enough..."

"Grandma." Xia Zhiye smiled, "Take your card back, I have enough money on me, I can't do it, I can ask my family if I want, where can I use yours?"

"Really rich?"

"Really." Xia Zhiye took out his mobile phone and opened Alipay, "Look, it's more than 5,000, and I just earned it by selling study materials."

After reading the numbers one by one, Grandma Liu finally believed it, took back the bank card and gave a few more words, and then left without worry.

Xia Zhiye also returned to Song Yan's bedside.

The face of the person on the bed was about to merge with the pale sheet color, the dark eyelashes were drooping quietly, and a faint shadow spread over the face. With a dejected air of sickness.

It seems that the first face of Song Yan is like this.

I felt that although this boy was very good-looking and dressed very well, there was an inexplicable cold depression that made it difficult to get close to him.

At that time, I thought that Song Yan might have such a temperament, but after getting along day and night, I found out that Song Yan was actually soft-hearted and easy to cheat, but she didn't know that she was easy to cheat.

So what happened to such a lovely Song Yan before that made him need antidepressant treatment, and what happened to make his father ruthlessly throw him to Nanwu all by himself, no matter what.

"We're sick of all the bad days we've had."

Xia Zhiye couldn't help but stretched out his hand to straighten the fine forehead hair for his family.

Then the carpal bone is gently grasped.

The person who grabbed his wrist seemed to smell something good, turned sideways, put his palm under his face, and rubbed it lightly.

Xia Zhiye's palm was numb from the pressure, and with a little force, he tried to pull it out, but as soon as his knuckles moved, Song Yan frowned in dissatisfaction.

So he had to give up and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, letting Song Yan grab his wrist, using his palm as a pillow, and staring at him motionless.

It was already dawning outside the window, and the pale sunlight shone lazily, dispelling the layers of mist enveloping the cold air, and falling on the sleeping teenager's face, showing a fragile posture of complete trust and dependence.

Xia Zhiye thought that no matter what life he had in the past, he wanted Song Yan to live happily and happily in the future.

Otherwise, I'm sorry that Song Yan likes him so much.

You see, the way he is holding on to his wrist is like an unforgettable love.

Song Yan felt that he had the most hearty long sleep in his life.

There is a very comfortable thermostatic pillow in his sleep, and the pillow will tickle him, and he doesn't have to worry about whether he is going to be late or not finishing his homework. He subconsciously feels that everything is being covered by him. So he recklessly indulged himself and fell asleep regardless.

It was not until the exhaustion and drowsiness that had been accumulated for a long time had disappeared, and could no longer sleep, did reluctantly open eyes.

As soon as opened eyes, saw two long legs on the chair by the bed, with an English paper on the legs, a paper in one hand, a pen in the other, and the answers to the multiple-choice questions were hooked repeatedly.

This man actually took advantage of his illness to study secretly.

Seemingly feeling Song Yan's condemning gaze, Xia Zhiye raised his head, and then saw Song Yanzheng, who was sleeping in a mess, staring at his long legs, chuckling, "Why, did I find you? Brother Ye's legs are simply perfect."

Song Yan: "..."

My brain has just woken up, and language function has not yet resumed operation. really want to scold people, but brain can't keep up, and suddenly get stuck.

Not being ridiculed by Song Yan's cold words, Xia Zhiye was not used to it. Seeing Song Yan's still stunned look, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

The fever has subsided, and the indicators are normal. Why do people seem stupid?

Holding the pen holder and shaking it in front of Song Yan: "Who am I?"

Song Yan rolled his eyes angrily.

Xia Zhiye chuckled lightly and rolled his eyes, indicating that he was not stupid: "I will take a math problem for you."

"ask."

"17 plus 52.8, multiplied by 5, then subtracted by 3.9343, divided by 0.5, and finally subtracted by 170, what is the equivalent?"

"520.1314."

"Yes, it doesn't look stupid."

Xia Zhiye was very satisfied.

Song Yan: "..."

Really couldn't hold back: "Even a fool can answer this question."

"Don't say that, be careful that Little Fatty hears you in a hurry." Seeing that this simple little fool didn't seem to have found out what he had been fooled, Xia Zhiye couldn't help but smile, "So in order to reward us Song I'm tired of answering such a difficult question correctly, so Mr. Xia decided to give you a prize."

Song Yan raised his eyes alertly.

Then he saw Xia Zhiye pull out a bracelet like a conjuration.

Obsidian string bottom with a dark blue moonstone in the middle.

Song Yan looked at his left wrist, which was already empty: "This fucking thing I bought myself."

"But I carved my wish for you myself." Xia Zhiye smiled slightly, pinched Song Yan's wrist, and helped him put the string back on.

Song Yan lowered her head, pinched the blue moonstone with her fingertips and turned it around, and a crooked happy word was engraved.

Very ugly.

Ugly enough to see that someone did it by himself.

"What kind of wish is that?"

Song Yan seemed to be disgusted.

Xia Zhiye was serious: "This is what grandma asked the master personally. Saying this happy word can wash away the fierceness in your name, and I can bless you for a lifetime of peace and happiness in the future."

Song Yan let go of the moonstone, lowered her hand, and said in a flat tone, "I don't believe in ghosts and gods."

"I don't believe it either." Xia Zhiye lay lazily on the back of the chair, "How can ghosts and gods control people's happiness?"

Then you still engraved such an ugly word.

Just as Song Yan was about to ask back, Xia Zhiye slowly threw out a sentence: "But I trust people."

believer?

Song Yan looked up at Xia Zhiye.

Xia Zhiye met his gaze, slightly arched his brows and eyes, his light brown eyes filled with a loose smile, and his voice was loose and intangible: "Ghosts and gods are not credible, but your wild brother is credible."

"..."

At that moment, Song Yan seemed to understand what Xia Zhiye meant.

Ghosts and gods won't guarantee whether he will be happy, whether Gao or not, whether he will be happy or not, but Xia Zhiye will.

The moment he understood this, Song Yan felt as if his heart was empty.

He suddenly didn't dare to look at Xia Zhiye's smiling peach eyes again, turned around in a panic, turned his back to Xia Zhiye, and threw a random sentence: "Fuck you, wild brother, can you stop being so nauseous. "

"Is it numb?" Xia Zhiye didn't seem to notice it behind him, "Isn't the little mahjong usually very happy."

"I'm not a fucking mahjong."

"Then I don't know who was more clingy than Little Mahjong last night, so he kept grabbing my hand and acting like a spoiled brat, a savage brother, and he was not allowed to let me go, and he cried and made trouble when he left, and This person is still a sick person, what can I do if I am a weak man with a kind heart and a weak hand who can't see other people's pain."

Song Yan: "..."

He had a bad feeling.

Turning around again, looking at Xia Zhiye's wrist, he saw a circle of light red marks on his wrist bone, as if he had been violently abused.

Xia Zhiye raised his wrist and shook it: "Would this criminal suspect better appreciate his crime scene?"

"..."

Song Yan felt a little guilty.

He felt that the pillow in his dream last night might really be this hand, and looking at the depth of the red marks, he estimated that he had been scratching for at least five or six hours.

There was a strange feeling in my heart, but my face was still cold and cold: "Don't sell miserably, you are a big living person who wants me to let go of a sleeping person, can I still let go?"

"You're right. But..."

Xia Zhiye has a long tone.

Song Yan looked up at him again.

Xia Zhiye's brows and eyes twitched, and the end of his long and narrow eyes was slightly raised: "But when did I say I wanted you to let go?"

"..."

At that moment, Song Yan was almost certain that his fever must not be cured, otherwise how could he suddenly speed up his heartbeat.

So he rang the call bell at the head of the bed with no expression on his face.

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, take your temperature."

After Song Yan finished saying these words, she lay flat on the bed, with her hands on her chest, her expression like an enemy.

The author has something to say: Doctor: What's wrong with Song Yan?

Song Yan is very serious: Doctor, I think I have a heart attack.