Chapter 22 Chapter 22

Jiang Yuxia's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately wanted to pull his hand back.

But it didn't work.

Zhou Boye, as if anticipating his movements, clasped his fingers around his, like a scoundrel, seizing his moment of stunned silence. Jiang Yuxia didn't dare struggle, fearing Zhou Boye would notice he'd regained consciousness. So he waited quietly, his warmth from Zhou Boye seeping through the place where they touched.

As he waited, his consciousness began to drift away. It seemed that Zhou Boye's body temperature was always a little higher than his. When he was in school, when they were in the library in winter, he would feel that the temperature would rise a little when he sat next to him. His hands were always warm, and whenever his hands were cold, he would go to his to warm them.

He unconsciously turned his head to look at Zhou Boye, and when he turned his head, their eyes met unexpectedly.

The dim street light shone in from the small window, and the two of them held hands and looked at each other.

The world became quiet at that moment as the raindrops dripped.

Jiang Yuxia's heart skipped a beat, her fingers curled up slightly, and she slowly closed her eyes under his gaze, becoming a deserter once again.

Zhou Boye was looking at him. When did he start looking at him?

Jiang Yuxia pursed his lips, and before his heartbeat could calm down, he felt a breath spraying on his face, and then his lips were gently touched.

Bang, bang, bang.

The sound of the heartbeat drowned out all the surrounding sounds, and Jiang Yuxia's breathing stopped.

In the darkness, Zhou Boye knelt in front of the bed and leaned over to kiss him gently.

A silent kiss, fleeting.

When he opened his eyes again, the room was quiet. The driver had fallen asleep and was snoring softly. The rain outside had stopped at some point. Only the two of them were still holding hands. The weather was cold, but no one knew whose palms were sweating.

Everything seemed like a dream.

…

The next morning, the rain finally stopped and there was a faint smell of mud in the air.

After getting up, Zhou Boye looked a little listless, with no expression on his face, which made him look quite scary, causing the driver to not dare to speak much.

Jiang Yuxia glanced at him. He must have caught a cold from sleeping on the floor last night. The weather in April is neither hot nor cold, but the temperature will drop sharply when it rains. Especially in the mountains, the temperature difference between day and night is large.

He went out and asked the old lady for a piece of ginger. Although he couldn't cook other things, he knew how to make ginger soup.

After it was cooked, he brought the ginger soup to Zhou Boye. Zhou Boye took a look and said, "Are you here to silence me again?"

Jiang Yuxia: "..."

Thinking of the previous soup-making incident, the veins on Jiang Yuxia's forehead began to throb again.

Fuck, let him die!

As he was about to pour out the ginger soup, Zhou Boye grabbed the bowl and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Jiang Yuxia still didn't let go, holding the other end of the bowl tightly, and the tips of his ears had already turned red.

The ginger soup was still hot right out of the pot. Zhou Boye was afraid of scrambling for it and scalding others, so he begged for mercy, "Your sponsor seems to have a cold and has no strength. Don't grab it."

Jiang Yuxia was still pursing her lips, but she finally relaxed and let Zhou Boye take the ginger soup.

The ginger soup was very thick, and the spicy taste rushed straight to the head as soon as it entered the mouth.

Zhou Boye clenched his back teeth. How much ginger was put in this?

He really came to silence me.

Jiang Yuxia glanced at him from time to time, her cat-like eyes were dark. No matter how spicy the food was, Zhou Boye would swallow it. If he teased her too much, it would be difficult to deal with.

When the time was almost up, several people set off to return to the filming location. Before leaving, Zhou Boye put some money under the pillow as a lodging fee.

After finally returning to the filming location, we were unable to shoot due to the weather. Yesterday's heavy rain had made the ground extremely muddy, and many branches in the forest had been broken. It was a mess, making it impossible to frame the scene. The pictures we took were very messy, so we had to rest for a day.

I heard from the director team that Song Mo also asked for leave. He said that there was a scene in the TV series he had filmed before that needed to be re-shot. Because he was in a hurry, he left in the rain last night.

There is no negative information about Song Mo on the Internet now, only speculations and rumors flying around. However, Jiang Yuxia knew that Zhou Boye had someone send the information to Sun Qun, but he didn't know why Sun Qun didn't send it out.

Not only did he know, Song Mo also knew.

It's like a knife hanging over your head, worrying all the time that it will fall.

He guessed that Song Mo would not be able to stay in the group. As for when the whole thing would collapse, it all depended on when Sun Quan would make his move.

Zhou Boye was originally scheduled to take a flight this afternoon, but he seemed very tired and fell asleep shortly after returning.

Jiang Yuxia sat by the window and replied to Sun Qun's message. Seeing that the flight time was approaching, Zhou Boye was still sleeping soundly.

He stood up and walked to his side, put his hand on his forehead to test the temperature, frowned slightly, it seemed a little hot.

He didn't have a thermometer with him, so he had to ask the program crew if they had any medicine or a thermometer.

Just when he was about to pull his hand back, Zhou Boye suddenly held it down. He narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, as if trying to identify who was in front of him, and looked a little dazed.

When others are delirious with fever, they become soft and defenseless, but Zhou Boye is the opposite. He purses his thin lips slightly, with sharp black eyes, looking even more majestic than usual.

Jiang Yuxia: "You have a fever. I'll get you some medicine."

Hearing his voice, Zhou Boye's eyes softened instantly. He felt a little unsure about where he was going today. He frowned and called out, "Youyou?"

Jiang Yuxia's hands suddenly clenched, and he softly said "hmm". Zhou Boye pressed his hands a little tighter. Jiang Yuxia didn't know whether Zhou Boye was awake or confused, and he didn't know if he would notice that he had regained consciousness.

But since he was called, he wanted to respond.

The name Youyou is not really a nickname. There are so many children in the orphanage that the director and the aunts can’t take care of them all. Who would have the time to give him a nickname?

Basically, only Zhou Boye calls him by this so-called nickname, and this so-called nickname was also given by Zhou Boye.

Jiang Yuxia could hardly remember when they first met.

Zhou Boye was two years older than him and was in two grades higher than him. When he was in kindergarten, Zhou Boye was in first grade.

Originally, those children in the orphanage could not go to kindergarten and were sent directly to the first grade, but he was lucky because there was a kindergarten that did charity work and allowed them to go to school for free.

When he went to school for the first time, other children were picked up by their parents, but he was not. He was already very grateful to have the school to go to, and didn’t dare to hope for anything like being picked up.

But the orphanage he was in was in a remote area, far from the school. It was not as good as it is now. All the facilities were not complete, and there was not even a school bus in the local area.

For a five-year-old boy, the longest road was the one to school. It was difficult to remember, the roads were complicated and interconnected, and if he went astray, he would not know where he was going. There was also a section of the road where there were no street lights.

As expected, he got lost on his first day of school.

The stubborn boy carried his huge schoolbag and walked from five in the evening to nine in the evening, moving step by step to the door of a house.

He looked through the glass window and was about to knock on the door to ask for directions, but he saw that there was also a little boy in that house. The little boy was very handsome and his clothes were clean.

He looked down at his clothes with a stern face. He had washed them very carefully, but for some reason they always looked dusty. The clothes of the children in the yard were also dusty, and rarely were they this clean.

A little boy in a suit-style school uniform was practicing calligraphy with a brush, looking very serious. Jiang Yuxia didn't know what the standard posture was, but she felt that he was sitting very straight.

After a while, a woman came in from the door with a plate of cakes in her hand. Judging from her age, she should be the little boy's mother. She was pretty and her eyes were particularly gentle.

The little boy, who had been frowning just now, immediately put down his brush and came closer. She smiled and said something before handing him the cake. The little boy ate the cake while showing off his handwriting. Her eyes curved slightly and she reached out to touch his head, as if to praise him.

Jiang Yuxia put his hands in his pockets. He couldn't hear their conversation, but at that moment happiness seemed to materialize before his eyes.

He felt a little dazzled and wanted to leave, but before he took a step, he suddenly wanted to know what the cake looked like. He looked around and crawled through the fence next to him.

Little Jiang Yuxia was not even as tall as the window. He frowned, tiptoed, and used his hands to hold the window to see a little. The pastries were in the shape of pink little rabbits, soft and sticky.

The window was opened a crack, and he smelled a sweet fragrance. He also smelled this kind of fragrance when he passed by a bakery on his way to school. He wanted to remember this smell and buy one to try in the future.

He let go of his hand, squatted down, and gave up the idea of ​​knocking on the door to ask for directions.

Because it is very impolite to knock on the door when others are eating, and it would be wrong whether others share the food with you or not. Every time the director distributes snacks, Xiaopang will stare at him after he finishes eating, and he has to share some with her every time, which is very annoying.

Thinking of this, he crawled out of the fence again, but this time it was not as smooth as last time. Halfway through, his "huge" schoolbag got stuck. He tried his best and his face turned red, but he still couldn't get out.

The noise startled the little boy inside. When he saw him, he was obviously stunned for a moment, then walked outside the fence and squatted beside him until his eyes were level with his. The little boy had a pair of peach blossom eyes, and he looked at Jiang Yuxia curiously.

I originally thought the little boy was about the same age as me, but when I got closer I realized that he was much taller and stronger than me.

Jiang Yuxia looked at him with dark eyes.

After a moment, the little boy spoke up, saying seriously, "Has a cat grown on the hedge tree?"

Jiang Yuxia didn't know what he meant and blinked.

"Eyes, your eyes are like a cat's." The little boy added.

As if he saw his embarrassment, he stretched out his hand to Jiang Yuxia and said, "Hold my hand and I will rescue you."

Xiao Jiang and Xia put their hands together, and the little boy held them. His hands were soft and a little warm.

Jiang Yuxia looked at her slightly stained nails, her face slightly red, and she carefully avoided his clothes, trying not to touch them. He washed his own clothes, so he knew it was difficult to wash them if they were dirty.

But he must have his mother helping him wash, so the washing felt special. He sniffed and it smelled like laundry detergent, but not quite, more fragrant.

Neither of them was very strong, and their faces turned red before they pulled the person out, and they fell into the haystack together.

The little boy took a breath, tilted his head and asked him, "Why are you here?"

Because it is a private place, outsiders are rarely seen here.

Jiang Yuxia rubbed the corner of his clothes, feeling a little embarrassed. After all, he had just come in without the owner's consent, so he pursed his lips and said nothing.

The little boy tilted his head, and seeing that he didn't say anything, he didn't ask any more questions. "You are so young, you should be younger than me. How old are you?"

"Five years old."

"Well, I'm older than you, so you can call me brother."

Jiang Yuxia opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he heard the hostess's voice calling him.

"Ano?"

Jiang Yuxia became anxious when he heard this. He stood up immediately and ran out without even having time to brush off the weeds on his body. If he was caught by the adults for sneaking in, he would be beaten.

"Where are you going?" came the little boy's voice from behind.

Jiang Yuxia didn't have time to answer. He kept running forward with his head down. He was in a hurry and it was dark, so he couldn't see the road clearly. He hadn't run for a distance when he tripped over a small stone. The huge backpack for him instantly fell to one side. He lost his balance and fell forward.

The little boy caught up with him and wanted to pull him up, but he dodged him. Jiang Yuxia endured the pain and climbed up by himself.

The little boy looked at his knees and palms. They were all broken, bloodshot, and red. It looked painful. "Why are you running?"

Jiang Yuxia's eyes were slightly red, and it was unclear whether it was because of the pain from the scratch or because he was afraid of being scolded, but he didn't make a sound from beginning to end.

Seeing him like this, the little boy's beautiful peach blossom eyes felt painful, and he asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt a lot?"

Jiang Yuxia said nothing.

The little boy took out a handkerchief and handed it to him, "Brush off the dirt."

The hostess also came over. She was a very beautiful mother. She was obviously a little surprised to see Jiang Yuxia, but her voice was still very gentle, "Whose child is this?"

Jiang Yuxia looked up at her, then immediately lowered his head and dared not look at her again.

The hostess came over and took the handkerchief from Zhou Boye's hand. "Go inside and let Auntie clean it for you, okay?"

As she spoke, she walked over and hugged Jiang Yuxia to check his injuries. Jiang Yuxia didn't have time to hide, and a sweet smell of pastries filled his nose. It smelled so good.

Maybe because he was craving for the warmth of the moment, he followed her into the room. It was painful when the medicine was applied, so he bit his lip and didn't dare to make a sound.

The hostess cleaned his wound carefully, and perhaps because she was afraid that he would feel pain, she blew gently on the wound a few times.

"You're so brave." After applying the medicine, the hostess smiled and touched his head, "You're a little man."

Jiang Yuxia couldn't help but move closer to her hand, looking as if he wanted her to touch him more, like a tsundere kitten enjoying the touch.

The hostess was stunned for a moment. After seeing the orphanage sign hanging around his neck, a hint of pity flashed in her eyes. She reached out and touched his head a few more times. "Be careful when you walk next time. It hurts if you fall, right?"

Jiang Yuxia had a pair of dark eyes, and her small hands were placed awkwardly on her knees, gently covered by her crow-feather eyelashes. A slight smile appeared on her fair face, revealing a few small teeth. The pain was actually not that bad, not as painful as fighting, but he liked the tone of the way this aunt spoke to him, as if she cared about him very much.

The little boy and the hostess were stunned when they saw his smile. The little boy's eyes widened a little, "You are so handsome!"

"Really, so soft." The hostess couldn't help but pinch his face, then hugged him and rubbed him, "So cute."

"Mom, be gentle!"

Jiang Yuxia: "..."

"It's not a big deal." She smiled, let go of Jiang Yuxia and put away the medicine box.

The little boy brought over a soft pink bunny dessert. "This is something my mom made. It's delicious. Do you want to try it?"

Jiang Yuxia looked at the snack in his palm without moving. The little boy then took his hand, put the little rabbit in his palm, and put it to his lips, "Try it."

Jiang Yuxia blinked, feeling a bit surreal. The thing he had just been eyeing was now in his hands. He followed his strength and gently bit the little rabbit, a very small bite, not wanting to damage it.

The dessert is sweet and filled with soft mung bean paste.

Jiang Yuxia blinked, and the vision slowly became blurred. So this is what it tastes like. It's so delicious.

A tear fell on the little boy's hand. Jiang Yuxia sobbed and blinked back the remaining tears. She couldn't cry, or she would be laughed at.

The little boy glanced at the tears on his hands. There was no trace of joking at all. Instead, he became a little anxious and hurried to check his wound. "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Yuxia looked down at him. The boy knelt on one knee beside him and looked at his wound carefully. His peach blossom eyes were particularly beautiful.

Jiang Yuxia sniffed, looked at him strangely, and said in a childish voice, "It doesn't hurt."

It’s just that the pastries were too sweet, so sweet that he wondered if he would make them if he had a mother.

Zhou Boye's eyes widened slightly and he smiled, "I thought you were a little mute, but it turns out you can speak."

Jiang Yuxia looked at his smile, and the corners of her lips unconsciously curled up.

The moon was high in the sky, the moonlight was bright, the shadows of the trees on both sides were cast on the ground, and the wind blew, causing the trees and the ground to tremble slightly.

Their eyes met.

"My name is Zhou Boye, what's your name?"

"I……"

"My name is Jiang Yuxia."