Chapter 78 Chapter 21 Song Boyuan waited until the young man was completely calm...
Song Boyuan waited until the young man was completely calm, then gently laid him flat on the bed.
The wet black hair stuck to the young man's pale forehead and cheeks in a messy manner, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his high nose bridge and tight jawline.
The young man's tightly closed eyes and pale lips finally showed a trace of life under the effect of the drug.
"Just a good night's sleep will do."
"Yeah." Xie Qingyu replied in a daze.
"I haven't eaten for a day. I'll go make some porridge first."
Xie Qingyu felt something hot being placed under the quilt he was wrapped in. The cold air around his feet instantly became warm.
It was warm all over, and my frozen body started to thaw from the soles of my feet, and I felt much more comfortable.
"Wake up? Get up and eat something, or your stomach will hurt from hunger."
With the help of external heat, Xie Qingyu slept very comfortably. Every part of his body buried in the quilt was warm, except for his exposed face.
The sweat stains on his face had already been wiped clean by Song Boyuan with a towel.
Xie Qingyu felt a warm touch on his face, and his originally sticky body no longer felt uncomfortable, but felt fresh and dry all over.
"You must be hungry!"
Xie Qingyu was embraced, and the sickness disappeared. The hunger in his stomach surged, and he nodded a little blankly.
It was rare for Song Boyuan to see Xie Qingyu's dazed look. He smiled and at the same time, his hands were busy. He scooped a spoonful of porridge, let it cool, and handed it to Xie Qingyu's lips.
"It's cold, come and eat."
"No, I'm much better now. I don't feel uncomfortable at all."
"It's okay, it'll only take a few minutes. You can eat and then take a nap."
Unable to resist Song Boyuan, Xie Qingyu could only nestle in his arms, open his mouth obediently, and wait for Song Boyuan to feed him.
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been hungry for too long or if Song Boyuan’s cooking skills are just too good.
The moment the soft, glutinous and sweet rice entered his mouth, Xie Qingyu felt that today's rice was too delicious.
"Okay, I'm full, and you haven't eaten yet, so go eat quickly!"
After taking the last bite of rice, Xie Qingyu was afraid that Song Boyuan would worry that he was not full, so he continued to add more rice.
"Okay, if you're still feeling weak, take a nap!" The person holding the young man knew what he was like. Feeling the young man's weakness, Song Boyuan stopped tormenting him.
It seemed like he ate too much. Xie Qingyu felt dizzy and a little sleepy.
Song Boyuan ate very quickly. When Xie Qingyu was drowsy, she found that he had already cleaned up everything, lit a lamp, and sat down at the table again.
The shadows cast on the wall by the dim light moved with the owner's movements, with gestures going up and down as if he was mending something.
Seeing Xie Qingyu's frail appearance today, Song Boyuan felt that the clothes he made for the young man might need some additions.
The winter here is a bit too cold for young people.
The hot water in the bottle, used to warm the bed, had lost its original heat. The frail body only absorbed the heat without generating any warmth. Xie Qingyu's body gradually returned to its previous stiff state as she fell asleep.
The cold young man showed signs of waking up, but he didn't expect that the coldness would be preceded by the collapse of the bedside. Then came the body like a warm stove, and the hot hand groped at Xie Qingyu's feet.
The cold bottle disappeared as the hand left.
The air conditioning was gone, Xie Qingyu felt comfortable and fell asleep again.
On the other hand, Song Boyuan, who was lying straight and flat on his side, had a smile on his handsome and resolute face.
No one can resist the unconscious approach of a loved one in their sleep!
Even though he was held in his arms, Song Boyuan was content with it, and even hoped that the unconscious young man could hold him tighter.
Suddenly opening his eyes, Xie Qingyu found the sky outside the window still a little gray. The drowsiness he had felt last night had vanished, and his limp body had finally reconnected with its meridians. He felt refreshed and energetic.
A warm breath blew against his ear, and Xie Qingyu turned his head to look at the person who was still sleeping next to him.
Through the dim light, Xie Qingyu was tracing the eyebrows and eyes of the sleeping person. Suddenly, her breathing stopped, and her cool fingertips touched the dark circles under Song Boyuan's eyes.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes, as black as ink, met hers. Xie Qingyu suppressed the annoyance in her heart and put on a smile: "Awake? It's still early, go to sleep a little longer!"
As soon as Song Boyuan opened his eyes, the young man's face came into view. His amber eyes were smiling faintly, and his fair face was so stunning in the hazy sky that it was mouth-watering.
"Why are you stunned? Don't you want to sleep?" The worry in his voice was obvious.
Song Boyuan came back to his senses in a daze, coughed lightly, turned around and immediately looked back to face Xie Qingyu: "No, I just hope that you can continue to sleep for a while."
"Is that so? I will definitely accompany Boyuan!"
In order to prevent Song Boyuan from feeling uncomfortable, Xie Qingyu hugged him again, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.
But how can I sleep!
From yesterday to today, he has not gotten out of bed. He either sleeps continuously or sleeps intermittently. If he continues to sleep, Xie Qingyu will start to suspect that he is really sick.
Xie Qingyu was in good condition during this severe illness, but he felt weak from time to time, and had occasional chest pain, which was a sign of the disease.
Correspondingly, Song Boyuan became more cautious, treating him like a fragile glass doll.
Even when Xie Qingyu was helping him review at the beginning, he stopped being self-deprecating from time to time, for fear that Xie Qingyu would get angry because of his inferiority complex.
Having gotten rid of his inferiority complex, with Xie Qingyu's daily praise, Song Boyuan also put his college entrance examination review on the agenda, and even became extremely efficient, making rapid progress.
Xie Qingyu has a clear division of labor and proper planning.
The situation on Fu Chen's side was not so harmonious.
Although Song Jiale's family had some financial resources, they could barely support a freeloader, but with the addition of Fu Chen, it would be stretched to the limit.
"Why hasn't Fu Zhiqing gone to work recently?"
"How should I know? You should ask your son. He keeps coming to work later and later, using the excuse of the college entrance exam. Now he's just stopped going. He's just eating for free here."
"That's right. At the beginning, I knew to give him some money and bills, but I haven't seen a single hair in the past two weeks. It's already hard to support Le'er alone, and now there's him too."
"That's fine, but I don't know what's wrong. He's been looking so gloomy these past few days, like we owe him something."
"They eat our food, drink our drinks, and live in our houses, yet you still give us a hard time."
Song Jiale's parents stayed in the corner, whispering to each other. The resentment in their tone was obvious, completely different from their friendly attitude at the beginning.
“…”
Even because of Fu Chen's rogue behavior, the anger in the two men's chests grew heavier, and their voices unconsciously became louder.
The space was so small, just separated by a wall. Fu Chen, who was studying in Song Jiale's room, had a face as black as ink, and his gloomy expression revealed his anger at the moment.
"Brother Fu?" A chilling chill engulfed him from behind, and even someone as slow-witted as Song Jiale sensed the danger. "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Fu Chen's tone was calm, without any emotion at all.
The good times didn’t last long.
Song Jiale's body stiffened, and he looked at Fu Chen without moving his eyes. He also understood why Fu Chen was in a gloomy mood.
Fu Chen was closer to the window, but the familiar complaints of his parents were getting louder and louder. It was hard for Song Jiale, who was farther away, not to hear them. Even as the voices of the people outside grew louder, the content of their words became clearer and clearer.
"What are you doing? It was me who insisted on Fu Zhiqing teaching me. What are you talking about?"
Song Jiale had been with Fu Chen for a long time and had figured out his personality. He was not as gentle as he appeared to be. He had witnessed his stubbornness and paranoia not long ago.
But after all, I have already made a choice. If I change it, I won’t find anything more useful.
Song Jiale's parents suddenly heard their son's voice and fell silent instantly. After realizing what their son had actually said, the anger that had accumulated in their chests seemed to have found an outlet.
"Are we wrong? Isn't that what that guy did?"
Mother Song straightened her back, pinched her waist and concentrated her energy into her dantian. A sharp sound like a huge bell came towards the direction of Song Jiale's room.
Song's father was not to be outdone. He stood on the same line as Song's mother, and a louder and harsher voice came out of his mouth: "He is a freeloader, and you are also an ungrateful wolf. We work hard every day to support you two, and now you say a few words and criticize us."
Song Jiale knew he was in the wrong and tried his best to persuade her: "We agreed on this before, and now you're bringing it up again. This is not nice. Besides, we're not playing around, we're studying for the college entrance exam! If I pass, won't you be proud too?"
"That's easy to say. He used to go out to work and bring back some things from time to time. Look at him now. He doesn't even go to work and doesn't bring anything back. You know our family situation. It's hard to support a person like you who doesn't have any work, and now there's another person who eats for free. What do you want us to do?"
"Yeah, we can barely make ends meet at home, and you're still asking us for money to buy those damn books. I don't think the educated youths in the educated youth camps ask for anything like this! Are you two special?"
Song Jiale blurted out a rebuttal: "We are definitely going to get into university, so shouldn't we buy more books and practice exercises?"
"You..." Song's father was furious at Song Jiale's biased words, and the finger he pointed at him trembled continuously, "You prodigal son, you're so ungrateful."
Bang——
The shabby wooden door clanged shut, startling the three of them.
Fu Chen's face darkened, he glanced at the three of them gloomily, and left quickly.
"Brother Fu, don't go. My parents are just angry. Don't take it to heart."
Fu Chen left so quickly that Song Jiale came to his senses and could only run after him while shouting to keep him.
By the time Song Jiale completely caught up with the man, he had said a lot of nice things to him. Finally, when he had no strength to chase him anymore, Fu Chen stopped.
"Oh, that's interesting. It's good that we live on the top of the mountain. We have quiet ears and plenty of topics to talk about." In the evening, Xie Qingyu and Song Boyuan had dinner and were resting in the yard.
I didn’t expect that with the geographical advantage, I could still see the good show of the original protagonist.
It was like he was running away, he was being chased, and he couldn't even fly away.
Real version.
The view here is wide, and Xie Qingyu watched the two of them chasing each other for a long time.
It seemed as if Xie Qingyu had to have a taste of this melon.
I actually saw the two of them pulling each other in the best place.
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