Wan Qiu couldn't guess Chu Yigui's current mood.
He looked more fragile than usual and could not be touched easily.
It was impossible to tell whether he was happy or unhappy. Wan Qiu attributed the confusion to the illness that was confusing Chu Yigui's emotions.
what to do?
Why did Chu Yigui ask him this?
Wan Qiu rested his forehead against Chu Yigui's hot skin and said, "After drinking the soup, your body is hot. Have a good sleep. I'll apply a compress to your forehead."
Chu Yigui was silent for a long time.
Until Wan Qiu heard Chu Yigui's laughter.
He couldn't see Chu Yigui, he could only hear his hoarse laughter with a slight nasal tone due to his illness.
"Okay." Chu Yigui responded.
Wan Qiu took Chu Yigui back to his bed.
Chu Yigui didn't need his support, as he was obviously very weak.
Wan Qiu felt that Chu Yigui was as hot as a fireball.
Wan Qiu knew how uncomfortable he felt from being burned by the high temperature, and therefore he couldn't ignore Chu Yigui.
Chu Yigui lay on the bed. Wan Qiu went to the bathroom, got a basin of cold water and placed it beside the bed, then put a cool towel on Chu Yigui's forehead.
The cold, damp towel seemed a little too wet.
Drops of water slid down Chu Yigui's forehead, as if Chu Yigui was sweating.
Chu Yigui seemed unwilling to close his eyes and kept them half open.
Wan Qiu asked, "Can't sleep?"
Chu Yigui looked at Wan Qiu with a somewhat vague look and gave a faint smile.
"He'll fall asleep."
"Then should I read a story to you?" Wan Qiu asked. This was the only method of hypnosis he knew.
Chu Yigui said, "No need, brother, the bed is very big, you can lie down too."
Wan Qiu listened to Chu Yigui's words.
Lying next to Chu Yigui.
Wan Qiu didn't dare to get close to Chu Yigui. In his memory, if he had a fever, his whole body would ache.
This painful feeling can even be painful to the touch.
Wan Qiu looked at Chu Yigui and closed his eyes.
After a while, he reached out and turned the already warm towel over.
Chu Yigui's expression remained calm, and Wan Qiu couldn't tell whether he was sad or not.
But at least for now, it seems to be stabilizing.
Chu Yigui is always hot.
But it's very quiet.
Wan Qiu was a little tired from constantly turning over and washing the towels.
While leaning on the bed, I couldn't help but secretly doze off.
Yang Xiaoyu got up in the middle of the night and came to Chu Yigui's door.
I wanted to knock on the door, but found that it didn't seem to be closed tightly.
A faint light came from inside the door.
Yang Xiaoyu pushed open the door and entered Chu Yigui's room.
In the room which was bright due to the dim night light, two young men were seen lying on the bed.
Wan Qiu slept next to Chu Yigui.
There was some distance between the two young men.
But Yang Xiaoyu felt that they were actually very close.
Looking at Chu Yigui who was already fast asleep, Yang Xiaoyu felt complicated.
She rarely saw Chu Yigui so defenseless.
I don’t know if it’s because of the illness or because of Wan Qiu.
Yang Xiaoyu looked at the fever-reducing patch in his hand helplessly, thought about it, and placed the patch on the bedside.
She quietly held Chu Yigui's hand and felt Chu Yigui's warmth.
It seemed to have dropped a lot. When her fingertips touched Chu Yigui's neck to test the temperature, Chu Yigui seemed to feel it.
"Go to sleep, brother." Yang Xiaoyu could hear the whispering voice clearly in the overly quiet space.
Chu Yigui seemed to only think of Wan Qiu as the person next to him.
After confirming that the temperature was not too high, Yang Xiaoyu withdrew her hand and looked at her two children for a long time.
Then he turned around and carefully left the room.
When preparing to pass through Yang Ze's gate, Yang Xiaoyu paused.
Yang Xiaoyu felt that every breath he took was a sigh.
Wan Qiu got up on time the next day and planned to go to class.
Although he hadn't slept for almost a whole night, teenagers are always full of energy.
"Baby, you don't have to go to class today. Mom has asked for leave for you." Yang Xiaoyu said, looking at Wan Qiu's face, which was a little paler than usual even though he was still energetic, and felt distressed, "Go back and sleep for a while."
When Wan Qiu heard that he had asked for leave, he secretly felt a little guilty because he had never asked for leave to miss class before.
But if I could…
In fact, he didn't really want to leave Chu Yigui's side.
His younger brother is still a patient.
Sick people need care.
Wan Qiu quietly agreed to not go to school.
When he woke up in the morning, Wan Qiu took Chu Yigui's temperature.
It doesn't seem to be burning anymore.
The private doctor came in the morning and after seeing Chu Yigui's condition, he just prescribed some medicine and told him to rest more and keep warm. If any problems occurred again, he would need an IV.
Yang Xiaoyu also wanted to stay at home, but after thinking for a moment, he decided to proceed as usual.
Just as Chu Jianshu said, all her abnormalities would bring pressure to Wan Qiu.
There is a Bai butler at home, and Bai butler is better at taking care of people than they are.
It seems that Chu Yigui needs rest more than companionship right now.
"Mom has to go to work today. Baby, you have to take good care of your brother at home." Yang Xiaoyu's voice was as intimate as ever.
But Wan Qiu, who was standing in front of her, didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.
"Mom." Wan Qiu raised her head slightly and looked up at Yang Xiaoyu. "I shouldn't have run out without permission yesterday. I'm sorry."
Wan Qiu always knew when to apologize.
Wan Qiu would not let go of his mistakes.
He still chose the most appropriate time to take the initiative to apologize to his angry mother.
Yang Xiaoyu sighed unconsciously. No matter how hard she tried to hide it, Wan Qiu could still see it.
Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu's cheeks with both hands and answered seriously: "It's okay, baby, you didn't do anything bad, it's just that mom overreacted, baby, don't worry about it, understand?"
Yang Xiaoyu could notice that Wan Qiu was observing her, as always.
Yang Xiaoyu was also sincere and did not want to blame Wan Qiu.
"Okay, Mom." Wan Qiu agreed seriously, "Be careful on the road."
Yang Xiaoyu's expression softened much more.
"Our Wan Qiu is truly a treasure." Yang Xiaoyu couldn't help but kiss Wan Qiu on the forehead, leaving a little lipstick mark out of mischievous taste.
Yang Xiaoyu said goodbye to Wan Qiu, but before saying goodbye, she glanced at Yang Ze vaguely.
Yang, as usual, prepared to leave.
He looked normal, but for some reason he seemed more serious and cold than usual.
Yang Xiaoyu looked at Chu Jianshu, but Chu Jianshu didn't seem to have any intention of talking to Yang Ze.
In the end, Yang Xiaoyu could only put aside the mess in their family for the time being.
Wan Qiu stood at the door and watched Yang Xiaoyu and Chu Jianshu leave.
And this time, Yang was the last one to leave.
Wan Qiu raised his head and looked at the tall Yang Ze.
This morning is still gloomy and the sun has not yet appeared.
Yang Ze’s tall shadow still weighed on Wan Qiu like a mountain.
Wan Qiu knew that Yang Ze was unhappy.
"Wan Qiu, I'm leaving." Yang Ze lowered his eyes and looked at Wan Qiu, but still asked, "Is there anything you want me to bring back for you today?"
Yang Ze's voice always seems to be very low.
But Wan Qiu still heard a different kind of coldness in the low voice than usual.
Wan Qiu wanted to apologize to Yang Ze.
But Wan Qiu didn't think now was the time to apologize.
His second brother looked a little unwell.
It was so tight, like a ruler that was about to break with heavy objects pressing down on both ends while it was suspended in the air.
"I..." Wan Qiu thought and said, "I want a balloon."
Yang Ze thought about it and said, "What kind of balloon?"
"Balloons like those in the cartoon Fruit World."
Wan Qiu said this, but he just wanted to talk to Yang Ze.
"Okay." As if he had met Wan Qiu's request, Yang Ze's expression relaxed briefly.
But Yang Ze still didn't leave.
Wan Qiu also stood quietly in front of Yang Ze, waiting.
"See you tonight, Wanqiu."
But in the end, Yang Ze didn't say anything to Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu watched Yang Ze get into the car and drive away.
Wan Qiu unconsciously held the place on his shoulder where Yang Ze was holding it.
In that brief moment, he even felt that Yang Ze's face was more distorted than the crying dead ghosts in horror movies.
Wan Qiu didn't know why.
Even though everything now seems normal, Wan Qiu can no longer deceive himself.
Everything that is happening in front of him now.
None of this is normal.
Wan Qiu returned to Chu Yigui.
Chu Yigui had breakfast in the room but did not get up.
When Wan Qiu entered the room, he saw Chu Yigui wearing a thin coat, leaning against the head of the bed and looking at his mobile phone.
Wan Qiu's cell phone and bracelet have been brought back. Wan Qiu has been carrying them with him all the time and dares not put them down secretly again.
"Li Shuo sent me a message saying that you have never replied to Fu Zhengyu's messages." Chu Yigui said to Wan Qiu after seeing him.
Wan Qiu was stunned and opened his mobile phone. Sure enough, he saw several messages sent by Fu Zhengyu.
Some of them also made phone calls.
Wan Qiu held the phone, not knowing whether to reply or not.
"I have already talked to Li Shuo on behalf of my brother and asked him to tell Fu Zhengyu. Fu Zhengyu is still in school and probably doesn't know how to use a cell phone." Chu Yigui said to Wan Qiu.
Even when he was sick, Chu Yigui was still able to handle things that Wan Qiu didn't know how to do.
It's like there's nothing you can do.
But Chu Yigui is not omnipotent, he can get sick.
Wan Qiu sat on the edge of the bed, somewhat silent.
Obviously he failed to accomplish anything this time and even made the family become weird.
Chu Yigui suddenly said: "Thank you, brother, for always taking care of me when I needed you."
Wan Qiu was stunned.
He pursed his lips, not knowing how to accept this thank you.
Chu Yigui's face was a little pale, but because his fever had subsided, his thoughts were still clear.
"Brother, this is not your fault." Chu Yigui said seriously, "If brother thinks that this incident is his fault, are you blaming me?"
Wan Qiu suddenly looked up and met Chu Yigui's gentle smile.
"If I don't celebrate my birthday, my brother won't..."
"No..." Wan Qiu's eyes were vague, and his anxiety was even more entangled in his thoughts because of Chu Yigui's words. "It's not like this, it's not..."
Wan Qiu was eager to refute.
But he couldn't find more accurate words to refute.
Chu Yigui seemed to be deliberately making Wan Qiu anxious.
Amid the chaos, Chu Yigui smiled.
The clear laughter was hoarse with a cold.
"Look, brother, if I blamed myself, you would be unhappy too, wouldn't you?"
Wan Qiu opened his mouth, unable to refute.
His brother always said the right thing.
"So brother, there's no need to blame yourself. This is not a mistake."
Wan Qiu didn't answer for a long time.
However, the anxiety that was tightly entangled with his emotions seemed to gradually disappear from Wan Qiu's emotions because of Chu Yigui's words.
"Brother, please draw the curtains. We haven't slept well." Chu Yigui said.
The blackout curtains have a very good light-blocking effect. Once drawn, they will bring the entire room into darkness.
Chu Yigui looked at the dim light and said, "It's cloudy today too. Will it snow?"
Wan Qiu shook his head, he didn’t know.
"Brother." Chu Yigui patted the bed beside him.
Wan Qiu followed Chu Yigui's actions and lay down beside him.
Chu Yigui also lay down. During the day today, they still lay together in the same bed.
"Let's chat and try hypnosis?" Chu Yigui's voice was hoarse due to illness, but it was deliberately in a relaxed and teasing tone as he spoke to Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu's hands quietly clenched the quilt.
Wan Qiu still remembered what Chu Yigui said in his ear yesterday.
Chu Yigui lay in the quilt, not looking at Wan Qiu, but said: "Brother, have you ever lost something you cherished?"
Wan Qiu was stunned, and for a moment he couldn't remember.
Everything he got was cherished.
Chu Yigui didn't want to get Wan Qiu's answer.
"The loss of my brother has had a huge impact on everyone, including my parents and my oldest and second oldest brothers."
Chu Yigui actually didn't know the details about Wan Qiu's disappearance.
When he arrived at the Chu family, he already looked like this.
"The loss of my brother is painful for everyone, day after day, year after year."
Chu Yigui turned his head and looked at Wan Qiu.
"The guilt and pain that accumulates little by little every day will overwhelm a normal person."
Wan Qiu seemed to understand but not quite.
"Brother, what if..." Chu Yigui opened his mouth and asked with a little selfishness, "What will happen if you lose me?"
At this moment, this kind of empathy made Wan Qiu immediately understand Chu Yigui's words.
He lost Chu Yigui?
When he didn't understand what death was, he thought he had lost his grandmother.
How did he feel at that time?
I don't understand. I don't comprehend.
Now Wanqiu always recalls his grandmother.
Grandma is someone who occupies a very important part of his life.
It's very uncomfortable.
Wan Qiu couldn't describe the feeling at all. It was like water was accumulating little by little inside his body, spreading to his lungs and making him unable to breathe.
If it was Chu Yigui...
"Brother." Chu Yigui interrupted Wan Qiu's imagination, "Don't imagine, this didn't happen."
Wan Qiu found that his eyes were a little blurry when he looked at Chu Yigui.
He blinked, and something went down from the corner of his eye, leaving a trail of moist, warm and cool traces.
Chu Yigui reached out his hand and wiped away Wan Qiu's tears.
"It's okay, my brother is back. As long as my brother is back, everything will be fine."
Wan Qiu thought of his family.
That feeling of suffocation is so uncomfortable just thinking about it. Do other people feel like this for a long time?
Have you always been this sad?
"Brother, don't think too much." Chu Yigui used his voice to guide Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu is smart.
When he just understood and accepted emotions, he always sensitively experienced everything he could, without restraint.
Chu Yigui did not want Wan Qiu to understand his complicated current situation so quickly and thoroughly.
"Mom, are you angry?" Wan Qiu asked.
"No, I'm very worried."
Chu Yigui's voice seemed like a whisper before sleep, calming Wan Qiu's anxiety.
"Dad too?"
"Um."
"Second brother too?"
"Um."
Wan Qiu thought of Yang Ze.
"Did I worry them?"
"Yeah." Chu Yigui said.
So is it still his fault?
If it weren't for him, others wouldn't be so worried.
"It's not my brother's fault. He is not doing anything that shouldn't be done. It's because everyone is emotionally sick and more sensitive than anyone else." Chu Yigui said.
Wan Qiu looked up blankly.
It seems like I understand, but it also seems like I don’t understand.
"Brother will slowly understand, it just takes some time." Chu Yigui said.
"How long will it take?" Wan Qiu asked.
Chu Yigui was speechless.
Wan Qiu was anxious.
If we understand it earlier, can we find a way to cure the disease?
"Brother, you don't need to do anything." Chu Yigui said, "Brother is here now, it's the best treatment."
Wan Qiu didn't understand.
Wan Qiu could only choose to trust Chu Yigui as always.
He didn't need to do anything.
Because my brother said so.
"Yeah." Wan Qiu responded.
He did things that would cause concern.
But he believed that what he did was not wrong.
It's just that his family is more likely to worry than others.
Wan Qiu closed his eyes, and the overly cold rainy night returned to his mind again.
Yang Ze roared angrily with a ferocious expression.
Even though his brother told him that he didn't need to do anything, Wan Qiu could never forget that moment when he was under Yang Ze's control and saw Yang Ze's appearance.
Chu Yigui watched Wan Qiu close his eyes and his breathing gradually became even.
Compared to him, Wan Qiu seemed more tired.
Even though he was dazed, he could still feel the coolness of Wan Qiu's towel as he kept changing it for him.
The dizziness that would plague him whenever he lay in bed was much relieved by this.
The chaotic and dizzy dreams he had been having in the first half of the night disappeared because Wan Qiu was by his side.
Out of selfish motives, Chu Yigui asked Wan Qiu what would happen if he lost him.
It is childish to try to prove one's existence through words.
But at that moment, all of Wan Qiu's emotions turned into unconscious water droplets.
He used his fingers to touch Wan Qiu's feelings for him.
Moist, cool.
It quickly disappeared from his fingertips, but the remaining emotion burned him.
Chu Yigui didn't tell Wan Qiu too much.
The more Wan Qiu accepted these complicated things, the more confused he became.
His brother is very smart.
His brother has a unique intuition.
Wan Qiu only needs to know the simplest thing now, just because he is worried.
Wan Qiu had a somewhat confusing dream.
He recalled the chaotic memories discarded in the corner.
Wan Qiu was still very sleepy in his dream, so sleepy that he could hardly see the words in his memory.
But those messy words emerged bit by bit, piling up in front of Wan Qiu's eyes, revealing Yang Ze's face.
Wan Qiu couldn't read the words, but he remembered the expression on this face that belonged to Yang Ze.
Those densely packed words were tearing at Yang Ze like ants. He was alive, but unable to struggle in the agony of being bitten. He endured the pain, unable to make even a sound.
When Wan Qiu opened his eyes, it was already noon.
Staring blankly at the air, Wan Qiu sat up.
if……
What would happen if the words that I said in my memory and hidden in my writing were really heard by my family?
What would happen if his parents and older brothers saw him coming back and resented them?
Wan Qiu couldn't imagine it.
No matter how Wan Qiu tried to dig out the fragments deep in his memory, he couldn't remember them.
Was he abandoned again because of this?
Because he crushed his family.
He brought malice to his family who were living in hardship.
Wan Qiu shook his head and turned to look at Chu Yigui.
I reached out to touch Chu Yigui, and found that he had a fever again, a low fever.
Wan Qiu immediately went to call Butler Bai, and this time Wan Qiu used a fever-reducing patch.
But Chu Yigui didn't seem to like the feeling of the fever-reducing patch, and he tore it off again in a daze.
Wan Qiu had no choice but to use the cold towel again.
Chu Yigui didn't have a good appetite, but he still ate a normal amount of food under Wan Qiu's gaze.
Chu Yigui rarely said anything. When he was sick, he was quiet most of the time.
As long as he wakes up, he will take medicine and eat obediently.
Wan Qiu remembered the time when Ning Qiaozhen was sick.
When Ning Qiaozhen was sick, she became very noisy, constantly ordering him to do various things and always showing dislike for him.
Wan Qiu once cooked three meals in a row at Ning Qiaozhen's instruction, but Ning Qiaozhen hardly ate any of them.
Sick people always show various symptoms.
Chu Yigui didn't seem to have that.
When Wan Qiu was sick, all he thought about was sleeping.
Wan Qiu wondered, was it because they were brothers that they had some similarities?
When others were about to get off work, Chu Yigui's fever subsided.
It’s different from the morning, maybe because I got enough sleep, I feel pretty good.
"Brother, aren't you going to the living room to wait for Mom and Dad to get off work?" Chu Yigui even teased Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu tilted his head and observed Chu Yigui: "Do you feel better, brother?"
"Yes, it's not bad and quite relaxing." Chu Yigui said as he stood up.
Wan Qiu looked at Chu Yigui: "Aren't you going to rest?"
"I've been lying in bed all day. I want to move around and ventilate this room." Chu Yigui found his coat and put it on. "Let's go, brother, and wait for mom and dad to get off work."
Wan Qiu observed Chu Yigui.
His complexion really seemed to be much better.
It seems that once he recovers a little, there is no difference from usual except for his complexion.
Wan Qiu and Chu Yigui were waiting together for their parents to get off work.
Wan Qiu sat at the door and Chu Yigui sat in the living room.
Yang Xiaoyu returned home and touched Chu Yigui's head, and Chu Yigui obediently allowed himself to be touched.
But Chu Yigui seemed to be much better, just like usual.
The weakness during the day seemed fake.
Yang Ze came back late and brought back the balloon that Wan Qiu wanted.
The colorful balloons were floating in the air. When Wan Qiu took it, he secretly glanced at Yang Ze.
But Yang Ze seemed to be deliberately avoiding his gaze and looking elsewhere.
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