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Shao Linyin rarely gets sick, or if he has a fever or a cold, he can just endure it and it will go away.
But this time it was so severe that he didn't know whether it was because there was someone by his side that he allowed himself to fall ill, or because he was really too tired over the years.
He fell asleep and didn't want to wake up.
Anything can happen in dreams, just like now, it's like his mother, whom he has been thinking about for a long time, is standing by his bed, holding his hand, stroking his head, and saying to him, "Go to sleep, and you won't feel uncomfortable after a good sleep."
So he fell asleep peacefully again.
The hands that Tong Xiaolai held in his hands had swollen fingers and were covered with cracks.
It was just a few months ago that he stretched out his hand to perform magic for him. Although there were wounds and calluses on it, his five fingers were slender and white.
He stroked his hands, reached out to the frostbite ointment on the table, opened it, and rubbed the wound bit by bit.
Shao Liyin would never think of buying frostbite ointment for himself. He discovered that Shao Liyin was abnormal before winter even came.
It is not cold in the south city in late autumn, but the autumn wind mixed with the sea breeze can be bitingly painful when you face it at night.
When he saw Shao Liyin's hands starting to turn red from the cold, Shao Liyin said, "This is what happens in winter..."
It’s not winter yet…
He bought some frostbite ointment, and Shao Linyin was also using it, but the wound healed slower than the speed at which it was blown apart.
He didn't know what Shao Linyin was doing, but he came back later and later, and every time he said he was out repairing the ladder.
But when he came back, he had a cold air on him without any mechanical smell.
Until that day, the winter solstice, he thought of cooking some dumplings for Shao Liyin to eat when she came back. When he was in school, he heard his classmates say that eating dumplings on the winter solstice would prevent frostbite in the next year.
He had just come out of the small supermarket downstairs carrying a bag of frozen dumplings and was standing at the door, unable to move.
A man ran out of the building not far away, searched in the thermal box on the electric bike, took out a bag of heavy fast food boxes, and ran to the building next door.
"Hello, your takeaway has arrived. The door downstairs is closed. Could you please come down and open it? Yes, sure, thank you!"
After hanging up the phone, he waited at the door, blowing air on his hands and rubbing his knees from time to time until the iron door opened: "Hello, your takeaway, I wish you a pleasant meal."
He got back on the electric car and drove away without stopping. He was wearing a yellow robe that everyone was familiar with.
He stood at the entrance of the small supermarket for a long time, until the yellow figure disappeared. Then he slowly went back upstairs, cooked the dumplings, picked them up, and stood on the public balcony, watching the scene downstairs, until a familiar figure appeared.
He returned to the room, opened a test paper and looked at it absentmindedly.
"Why aren't you asleep yet? Didn't I tell you not to wait for me?" Shao Liyin opened the door and saw the test paper spread out in front of him. "I've told you so many times not to stay up too late. It's not good for your health."
Tong Xiao looked at him and forced a smile: "Today is the winter solstice. I cooked dumplings. Have some."
Shao Liyin saw the steaming dumplings on the table and held the bowl with both hands for a while before taking a spoon and eating one: "So warm! Have you eaten it?"
Tong Xiaolai touched his belly and said, "I've eaten. Eat more, there's more in the pot."
Shao Liyin put down the bowl after eating three, looked at the time, and forcibly put away his test paper, pushing him to bed, "It's 2 o'clock, go to bed quickly. I'll take a shower and come back."
As he spoke, he took off his clothes and Tong Xiao looked at him.
The sweater I was wearing was unraveling, and the autumn sweater underneath it had turned white and curled up at the edges, and it no longer kept me warm.
It was still the same pair of jeans from summer, but the waistband seemed a little looser and he had drilled two holes in the waistband with nails.
Tong Xiaolai looked at the pair of butterfly bones that were protruding after he took off his clothes. Since when did Brother Li become so thin?
He lay down in the quilt, and soon a man came in. His body was like an ice cube, especially his knees.
He covered it with his palm: "Didn't you take a shower? Why is it still so cold?"
"Really? It will be fine in a while. Go to sleep." The other person's voice was tired and a little unclear.
When he heard deep and heavy breathing, he tiptoed out of bed and turned off the light.
It has been like this for half a year, and Brother Li always keeps the lights on all night to make him sleep well.
He couldn't sleep well even though there was a little light.
He didn't know how Li Ge knew his habits, but he always pretended to be asleep and waited for Li Ge's regular breathing before he turned off the lights.
This was the first time he saw Shao Liyin delivering food.
At that time, the school's unified examination had just ended, and he was confident that he would get the scholarship that the principal mentioned.
Until yesterday, before the New Year's Day holiday, the school scholarship came. He took the scholarship and wanted to exchange it for Brother Li to stop delivering food.
Being rejected was also expected. Brother Li has always been like this, never considering himself.
The person sleeping on the bed seemed to be fast asleep, and there were deep breathing sounds coming from them. He moved slightly, but when the other person didn't respond, he tried to pull his hand out, but was grabbed again.
He leaned close to Shao Liyin's ear and whispered, "Brother Li, I'll go heat up the porridge. You need something to fill your stomach, otherwise you'll have a stomachache again."
The sleeping person frowned again and loosened his grip: "Not going to the hospital..."
"Okay, I won't go."
Tong Xiaolai then got up and went to the kitchen, watching the porridge heating on the gas stove.
Shao Linyin has a lot of problems that come from being a rich young master.
He is spoiled, picky about food, and likes to act like a spoiled child. He is afraid of injections and taking medicines, and doesn't like going to the hospital. You can tell at first glance that he is a young master who was brought up in a pampered environment.
Some things are in our bones. No matter how deep the quagmire we fall into or how time wears us down, those things cannot be erased.
Shao Liyin didn't mention these things, and he didn't ask about them, just like Shao Liyin never asked about his past.
He filled a small bowl of hot porridge and brought it to the table. After it warmed up, he went to the bed, wiped the sweat from Shao Linyin's forehead, and gently helped him up.
"Brother Li, get up and drink some porridge before taking your medicine, okay?"
The person in his arms snorted: "Not good~"
Tong Xiaolai: "..., then we need to go to the hospital?"
The person in his arms raised his eyelids, filled with extreme grievance, and his mouth corners were turned down, as if he was about to cry at the next moment.
Finally, he opened his mouth: "Ah~~"
Tong Xiaolai smiled and fed him a mouthful of porridge.
Chewed it and swallowed it.
The second bite, chewed it, and swallowed it.
The third bite, chewed it, and swallowed it.
The fourth bite, he turned his head away, he would never eat it again...
Tong Xiaolai sighed lightly, put down the bowl, and fed him the medicine again. After watching him swallow it, he put him down and tucked the quilt in again.
The person lying down looked at him with his eyes open: "Don't go."
"I'm not leaving."
The person under the quilt looked at him with reassurance.
"Brother Li, aren't you uncomfortable?"
The person under the quilt nodded.
"Why don't you go to the hospital and get an injection so you can get better faster."
The person under the quilt fell silent.
Tong Xiaolai gently touched his head and said, "Go to sleep."
Shao Linyin closed his eyes and opened them again after a while.
"There were bad people in the hospital. They kept pricking me with needles. My mother also died in the hospital. I was the one who sent her off."
Tong Xiaolai's heart trembled. He gently stroked his eyes with his fingers, wiping away the tears that had overflowed from the corners of his eyes. "Go to sleep. Let's not go to the hospital anymore."
The person under the quilt closed his eyes, tilted his head, rubbed his palm, and fell asleep.
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