Chapter 133 Pretending to be sick will make people feel sorry for you
Not long ago, the old grandfather had an argument with the bedridden old lady, and his face was still grim.
His eyes fell on Tu Subo and he couldn't help but frowned: "Didn't I tell you to rest in the house? Why did you come out?"
Tu Subo sniffed nonchalantly and responded muffledly: "This isn't a serious illness, why be so cautious?"
"You guys."
He turned his gaze to the children and said in a serious tone, "Two children fell into an ice cave today. That place is too dangerous. You are not allowed to play there anymore. Do you understand?"
The children stood up in unison and nodded vigorously. A relieved smile appeared on Tu Subo's pale face.
"The ice surface, which has been damaged by the ice cave, is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you may fall into the ice. I will take you to enjoy it again next year when the ice is more solid."
Tu Su Yanting swiftly brought a small stool and moved it closer to the charcoal brazier. She said with concern, "Brother, please sit down and rest first. I'll go get you a cup of hot water."
“No need, you…”
"Yanting, eat first. You don't have to worry about him."
As Gu Yuexuan spoke, she handed the bowl filled with milky white fish soup to Tu Subo. Her eyes were calm, and then she slowly sat down next to Tu Subo.
"Aunt Wu said that the villagers will come to help build the greenhouse tomorrow, so I have to go to the fields early in the morning to check it out."
"I'll go with you."
Tu Suting clearly preferred the bacon and radish soup. He quickly took a large gulp, not caring about his tongue, which was curled from the burn. He mumbled, "Those useful bamboos I mentioned earlier are almost all ready. With help, we can finish the construction in less than three days."
Gu Yuexuan lowered her head slightly, took a sip of the fish soup, and then slowly spoke: "It's a good thing that the villagers are willing to help. If our experiment is successful, it will save us the trouble of explaining everything one by one when we want to lead everyone to do it together in the future."
Considering the climatic conditions in the area, it will take at least four months for the village to officially start spring plowing.
According to her expectations, the growth rate of grain seeds in the greenhouse will be twice that of the natural environment. Four months later, the first batch of crops in the greenhouse may have already formed ears.
This unusual phenomenon, which violates local farming practices and customs, is bound to attract people's attention. It is much better to let everyone see the whole process from the beginning than to waste time explaining it later.
As soon as the conversation got to the point, Gu Yuexuan's eyes gleamed with determination. Tu Subo stared at her silently for a moment, then said, "I want one too..."
"You rest at home."
Gu Yuexuan interrupted him firmly and said coldly, "Just rest well at home."
"But……"
"What's the problem?"
This brief conversation was filled with tension. The corners of Gu Yuexuan's lips, which usually smiled, were so tight that the curve was almost invisible.
Tu Subo sighed inwardly, knowing that he had become a little too proud of himself. He bit the tip of his tongue lightly, but in the end, he remained silent.
The old grandfather said solemnly: "She's right, you are not the only one who matters."
"I will go with your third uncle tomorrow, and you can stay at home and rest."
Gu Yuexuan lowered her head silently without saying anything. Tu Subo buried half his face in the bowl and agreed with a helpless smile.
After the meal, Tu Subo remembered his current weak physical condition and returned to his room without waiting to be urged.
When Gu Yuexuan entered the room, he was already lying quietly on the bed.
Her white and soft hand gently placed on his forehead.
Tu Subo blinked slightly, his long, almost exaggerated eyelashes lightly brushing Gu Yuexuan's palm, and a hint of smile in his voice: "I don't have a fever, I just checked myself."
"You are quite sensible."
Gu Yuexuan slowly withdrew her hand, frowned, and asked with concern: "Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"
Tu Subo pondered for a moment and replied weakly, "Does it count if I have no strength?"
Gu Yuexuan's brows immediately furrowed even tighter.
General weakness is often a precursor to a fever, and if it worsens at night, it can be even more difficult to manage.
She was debating whether she should ask the doctor for some fever-reducing medicine first, but Tu Subo quietly held her hand and said softly, "Xuanxuan, Grandfather and Mother think I've recovered. Let's not make it public."
It is undeniable that this stubborn donkey does have some talent for acting.
While dining in the main room, he appeared to be in good health, showing no signs of illness.
However, when everyone left and he returned to the room, Gu Yuexuan followed him worriedly. She found that his hands were shaking even when he pushed the door open, and it took him several tries before he finally pushed it open.
This doesn't look like a normal person!
Gu Yuexuan thought of him leaning against the door frame, struggling to push it open, and a surge of anger welled up in her heart. Her face darkened for a long time before she spoke, "Whether to make it public is not something you can decide alone. Let's wait and see what happens."
"Once you have a fever, you can no longer listen to your stubborn donkey's braying."
"Stubborn donkey?"
Tu Subo's eyes flashed with a hint of teasing: "Are you calling me a stubborn donkey?"
Gu Yuexuan smiled lightly, her eyes sincere: "You think too much."
"Even a stubborn donkey can't compare to your stubbornness."
Tu Subo, who was bedridden because of rescuing others, used his special identity to successfully coax Gu Yuexuan into softening her heart at night. He stretched out his long arms and easily hugged the still angry person in his arms.
But he felt hot.
The person in his arms was burning hot, and the two layers of quilts covering him were also unbearably hot.
In the past, he would simply fold the quilts together and place them on Gu Yuexuan. He had never covered himself so tightly as he did now. It felt like he was in a furnace, and his skin was burning and painful.
Tu Subo was sweating profusely in the middle of the night. He tried to quietly move the quilt away to get some fresh air, but was pushed back down by the dazed Gu Yuexuan.
He lowered his head and placed a feather-soft kiss on Gu Yuexuan's hair. His eyes were full of emotion in the night.
There are many benefits to pretending to be sick.
Although it was a little hot, the baby in my arms was unusually well-behaved. This was a good opportunity that I could never get on a normal day.
Perhaps, he should pretend to be sick for a few more days, after all, someone cares about him.
Gu Yuexuan had no idea what this naughty boy beside the bed was thinking. At dawn the next day, the first thing she did was to put her palm on Tu Subo's forehead, feeling the touch of sweat.
Confused, she asked, "Did you catch a fever last night while I was asleep?"
Otherwise, why do you look like you just came out of a sweat shower?
Tu Subo had been covered by two thick quilts all night. His face was pale and his eyes were blurry. He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes wandering, as if avoiding something: "I slept in a daze and can't remember clearly..."
People who have a fever often don't realize it themselves.
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