Chapter 29 Feeding Porridge with Your Own Hands
The palm of his hand first felt itchy, then it felt like excruciating pain, which awakened Li Jue's blank mind.
He subconsciously rubbed his hands, which were slippery. He looked down and found that he had broken the spoon because he had squeezed too hard, and the sharp white porcelain had cut his palm. His hands were covered in blood, but he didn't realize it.
His eyes were like nails to the bed, unable to look away.
Li Jue's face was pale and bloodless, his lips were trembling. He tried to take a step forward, but his legs went weak and he fell down in front of the bed.
He tugged at the sheets tightly.
Ji Mian...
Jimian... Jimian... Jimian...
Speak up! Speak up and call him!
Li Jue gritted his teeth, trembling wildly, his expression ferocious like a demon crawling out of hell.
But no matter how hard he pushed himself, at this moment, he still didn't have the courage to call him.
He was afraid, afraid that Ji Mian would wake up, afraid that Ji Mian would be afraid of him.
Ji Mian felt very uncomfortable lying in bed. She tilted her head and made a "hmm" sound. Li Jue woke up as if from a dream. The words that had been lingering for decades finally came out of his mouth: "Mian Mian..."
Li Jue's stagnant heartbeat gradually recovered, from slow to violent, almost jumping out of his chest.
He stretched out his hand to touch Ji Mian's face, but found that his hands were covered in blood. Li Jue was at a loss and frantically wiped the blood on his clothes repeatedly.
No, it's not clean enough.
Ji Mian loves cleanliness, wants his life to be spotless, and wants his love to be faithful.
He was too dirty before. Li Jue understood it now. It was not too late. God gave him a chance to start over. He wanted to be clean and give Ji Mian the purest love.
Li Jue washed his hands vigorously with hand soap, washing them seven or eight times before returning to the room.
He carefully tucked Ji Mian's sweat-soaked hair behind her ears and treated it like a treasure. His nose felt sore and his tears fell on the quilt without any sound. He cried and laughed in a suppressed manner, like a madman.
He regretted and hated himself for decades, and he could never let it go for the rest of his life.
Li Jue never thought that his treasure could be found again and would be in front of him intact.
Li Weishi pushed open the door and asked in surprise, "Why are you still in the room? What happened to your hand?"
Li Jue turned his back to him, swallowed his tears, and tasted a hint of bitterness. He said in a hoarse voice: "My hand is fine. I..."
He was stuck and suddenly couldn't find a reason to stay.
You can't say that you fell in love with the boy in bed at first sight and want him to be your wife, right?
After all, rebirth is a bizarre thing. If he told Li Weishi that he was reborn and the person lying on the bed was his sister-in-law, according to Li Weishi's personality, he would most likely send him to a mental hospital.
Li Weishi was stunned for a second, then suddenly realized.
He remembered that when he met Ji Mian at the passenger center, the other party thought he was Li Jue.
Judging from Li Jue's appearance, the two people probably knew each other.
Li Weishi didn't think much about it. After all, Su Luoyu knew Li Jue, and Ji Mian was Su Luoyu's friend, so it was not surprising that they knew each other.
He turned and saw the porridge on the table, which was still hot, and said, "I heard from your classmate that he has an upset stomach. Why don't you let him drink the porridge when he wakes up?"
When Li Jue heard the words "your classmate", he also figured out the relationship. Being misunderstood by Li Weishi as a classmate was already the best reason.
"Okay. Brother, you go ahead and do your work. I'll take care of him." Li Jue drooped his eyelashes, the bloodshot in his eyes had not yet faded.
Before leaving, Li Weishi asked doubtfully, "Do you have a cold? What's wrong with your throat? Be careful not to get infected."
Only Ji Mian and he were left in the room.
Ji Mian was still sleeping. Li Jue stared at him without blinking. Every minute, he would use his hand to check whether Ji Mian's heart was beating and whether he was breathing.
He never thought that one day he would be so fascinated by listening to a young boy's breathing.
That is the power of life, the proof of being alive.
But Ji Mian was a little annoyed by his neurotic behavior of measuring vital signs every few days, and he couldn't sleep well.
Li Jue stumbled over how to take care of him, tucking in his feet, measuring his temperature, adjusting the angle of his pillow, wiping his face with a hot towel, and gently patting his body to help him sleep better.
As far as I can remember, Ji Mian also stayed up all night to take care of herself like this.
That was the first time Su Luoyu stood him up. He waited for an entire hour in the heavy rain, exposed to the wind and rain, and he had a high fever the night he returned.
Later, he found out that Su Luoyu had gone abroad with Lin Xi on business. Su Luoyu had too many admirers and suitors, and he was just one of them. The more he couldn't get Su Luoyu, the more precious he felt.
The male's bad nature and vanity made him try every means to get Su Luoyu in order to prove his charm.
He didn't know that Ji Mian was waiting for him at home all night long.
The prepared food got cold, then got cold and heated up again, over and over again. When he got home, all he got was an irritable "get out" from him.
Ji Mian didn't know that he was sad because of another man. When he was unhappy at work and had a high fever, he could feel Ji Mian crying quietly beside the bed.
The little idiot probably couldn't understand why he was angry with him again.
"Ji Mian..." Li Jue hated himself now just as much as he had treated Ji Mian cruelly back then. He pressed his cheek against Ji Mian's hand and kissed it gently: "Give me another chance... I will definitely treat you well..."
The movement made Ji Mian somewhat more conscious, but his body was too tired to open his eyes.
He felt as if he was being possessed by a ghost, and all his organs were out of his control.
In a daze, he felt that someone was taking care of him.
Ji Mian's thoughts couldn't keep up either. His confused head was turning slowly as he was struggling to think.
He clearly fell asleep at the passenger center...how come he seems to be lying in bed now...
Did I get through to Fu Chenyu on the phone?
But my phone...
What's wrong with my phone?
Is it Fu Chenyu?
Did he take himself home?
Ji Mian spoke weakly: "Fu..."
Li Jue's heart skipped a beat. He quickly came forward and asked hurriedly, "What? Apply, what? Apply medicine? Take medicine? You've already taken medicine..."
Ji Mian said just this one word and didn't have the energy to continue.
Li Jue was extremely anxious, fearing that he had misheard something or failed to understand Ji Mian's meaning.
I just heard the word "apply". Could it be that Ji Mian asked him to apply medicine on his wound?
Of course it's impossible, but that doesn't stop Li Jue from imagining it in his mind happily.
After a while, Ji Mian's spirit struggled again and he said, "Yu..."
The word "沉" in the middle was spoken so softly that it was almost as if it were not there.
This time, Li Jue understood.
When Ji Mian said "fish," did he want to eat fish? Was he hungry? But I'd heard that eating fish is not good when you have a cold.
Li Yuzhi was determined to grab it, but then he thought, he couldn't even satisfy his wife's craving for fish when she had a cold. What's the difference between this and a man who couldn't satisfy his wife's craving for strawberries when she was pregnant!
Li Jue's eyes fell on the bowl of porridge on the bedside table.
Originally, when Li Weishi made porridge, Li Jue thought he was meddling in other people's business and was bored and making porridge for others. Li Weishi's cooking skills were not bad, and he made a bowl of porridge that was thick and mellow. In Li Jue's eyes, Ji Mian was still a patient who was not worthy of eating the porridge cooked by Li Weishi.
Now, he felt that the bowl of white porridge cooked by Li Weishi was not worthy of Ji Mian.
If you're suffering from such severe sleep problems, you're just going to eat this? You should at least add some abalone, yellow croaker, and grouper to the porridge.
Li Jue stood up and ran out in the middle of the night.
Li Weishi quickly stopped him: "What are you doing so late?"
Li Jue: "Let's go to the hotel. I'll buy some fish."
Li Weishi was stunned: "...What."
He had no idea what his brother was thinking, and the boy ran a long way in the snow.
Li Weishi was just about to ask if there were any seafood markets open at this time, but Li Jue said that he went to the hotel to buy fish. He probably meant to go to the hotel he owned, as the varieties were quite expensive.
...This child must be so greedy.
Li Weishi shook his head helplessly and smiled.
When Li Jue was halfway there, a black Dodge Tomahawk whizzed past on the main road.
He also rides a motorcycle, so his attention was immediately attracted by the Tomahawk. However, he was anxious to catch fish for Ji Mian, so Li Jue didn't look at it for long. He stopped a car and told the name of the hotel.
The final destination of the Dodge Tomahawk was Li Weishi's home. The stern-looking young man got out of the car and hung his helmet on the front of the car.
Li Weishi opened the door and saw Fu Chenyu. Although his face was cold, his anxiety was real: "I'm looking for Ji Mian."
Li Weishi reacted: "You are..."
Fu Chenyu: "I'm his classmate."
Li Weishi breathed a sigh of relief: "Susu told me that Ji Mian is in the guest room. He just took medicine and went to bed."
Fu Chenyu walked into the guest room with a cold air, looking straight ahead. When he saw Ji Mian lying on the bed, his heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down.
He was silent for a moment and sat down beside Ji Mian's bed.
The coldness on the boy's body dispelled the warmth around him. Ji Mian felt cold, opened his eyes and saw Fu Chenyu.
Ji Mian's sense of security instantly exploded, and he was no longer afraid of anything. Even the loneliness he felt when he just woke up disappeared completely.
He said that he vaguely felt that someone was around him, and it turned out that the boss had been taking care of him!
The name he had struggled with for a long time finally came out of his mouth: "Fu Chenyu..."
"I heard it." Fu Chenyu answered while taking off his gloves and placing the back of his hand against his forehead. His fever had begun to subside.
Ji Mian's stomach growled and his face turned pale: "Fu Chenyu, I'm so hungry..."
There was hot porridge on the bedside table, which was obviously prepared for Ji Mian, and it was still warm.
Ji Mian smiled sheepishly: "Can you pass the porridge to me?"
Fu Chenyu picked up the porridge, but couldn't find a spoon. Ji Mian was embarrassed to bother him: "I'll drink it myself."
"I'll feed you." Fu Chenyu made the decision without any objection. He asked for another spoon and fed Ji Mian mouthful by mouthful.
Ji Mian's heart was pounding, he was so moved.
I personally ate the porridge fed by the boss...
Even Su Luoyu, the white moonlight in the original novel, didn’t receive this treatment!
I wouldn't be the first person...
Ji Mian was really hungry, and he ate voraciously, finishing a bowl of porridge in just a few bites.
He felt that the scene was quite familiar. It was snowing outside and the room was quiet.
Ji Mian's eyes curved into crescents: "Thank you, Fu Chenyu."
Fu Chenyu put down the bowl: "You're welcome. You've fed me before."
On a winter night in 1998, it was the bowl of porridge in Ji Mian's hand that pulled him back from hell to the world.
When Ji Mian felt better, he wanted to go home. He learned the whole story from Li Weishi and felt very embarrassed.
Before getting to know Li Weishi, Ji Mian had a preconceived notion about him. Now that he had helped him so much, he no longer felt comfortable being on guard against him.
Ji Mian thanked him sincerely and left the Li family with Fu Chenyu.
As soon as he went out, Fu Chenyu took off his scarf and wrapped Ji Mian's neck tightly, burying half of his face in it.
After getting on the motorcycle, Fu Chenyu put his only helmet on Ji Mian to prevent his cold from getting worse after being exposed to the wind.
Ji Mian said in a muffled voice: "Fu Chenyu, I'm almost suffocating!"
Fu Chenyu said coldly, "If you die of boredom, it's my fault."
Ji Mian secretly lifted the glass cover a little. Just as he recovered from his illness, he stroked the motorcycle with shining eyes: "This is the first time I ride your motorcycle."
Fu Chenyu: "Come up and sit tight."
Ji Mian stepped on top and hugged Fu Chenyu's waist tightly.
People wore thick clothes in winter, so he had no idea how tense the cold-blooded boy's body was.
Ji Mian buried his face in Fu Chenyu's back and livened up the atmosphere by saying, "Fu Chenyu, I have a fever now, so I'll warm it up for you."
He actually still had the alertness of a small animal, and clearly felt that the boss seemed a little angry!
Is it because of me? Yes, his mother must be worried if he doesn't come home so late.
He accidentally troubled so many people and made Fu Chenyu come to pick him up in such a cold weather. The boss must be unhappy...
Fu Chenyu was speechless towards him, and that bit of anger disappeared without a trace.
Ji Mian muttered, "I'm sorry for making you worry."
The motorcycle started, and Ji Mian heard Fu Chenyu's voice: "I'm not going to the competition class anymore."
If I don’t attend the competition class, I don’t have to go to the two make-up classes in the afternoon and can go home with Ji Mian.
He looked at him and made sure that such an accident would never happen again.
Ji Mian knew what Fu Chenyu meant, and felt even more guilty. He looked up and said, "Fu Chenyu, wait for me. I can get into the experimental class next semester, and I'll go to the competition class with you."
He was unhappy: "Don't skip class."
Fu Chenyu was silent for a long time, then said venomously: "I can still get into Tsinghua University even if I don't attend the competition class."
Ji Mian: ...What a mistake. I forgot that the boss is a genius.
When Li Jue came back, Dodge Tomahawk roared away again.
The motorcycle that originally held only one person now holds two people.
Snuggling together tightly, it seemed like they were the only ones in the wind and snow.
Li Jue held the fish, raised his eyebrows, and thought: Driving in such a cold weather to show off, and bringing people with him, this spirit of picking up girls is worth recording in history.
He was in a good mood, and his steps became lighter when he thought of Ji Mian waiting for him at home.
The boy's sharp eyes and brows gradually became gentle.
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