Chapter 80 Chapter 23 “Why did you come all the way to the fields…
"Why did you come all the way to the fields?"
Xie Qingyu arrived a little late, and now Song Boyuan was the only one left in the field.
"Since you haven't gone home yet, I brought you some food." He handed over the bamboo basket in his hand.
The bamboo basket I added later had a little dirt on the corners, which looked like the dirt from the doorway.
It’s not that Song Boyuan has sharp eyes, but the soil in front of his house is a different color from the soil in other places.
Song Boyuan seemed to have suddenly thought of something. When he took the bamboo basket handed to him by Xie Qingyu, he turned his wrist with his other hand and grabbed Xie Qingyu's wrist.
The snow-white sleeves, sewn stitch by stitch, and the elbows of the arms turned back were covered with mud the same color as the bamboo basket.
"Did you fall? Are you hurt?" Song Boyuan didn't wait for Xie Qingyu to reply. He put the bamboo basket aside and lifted up the young man's sleeves that were covered in mud.
The originally thin fabric was made soft and heavy by Song Boyuan with thick animal fur.
I looked specifically at Xie Qingyu's elbow, but found no scars or even any redness.
He rolled down his sleeves and felt relieved.
"Don't worry! Let's eat quickly. I'm really not hurt." Xie Qingyu withdrew his hand and took out the food from the basket next to him one by one.
Song Boyuan followed the mark on the white clothes with his eyes, without saying a word, but his heart, which had relaxed, was now tense again.
"Why are you looking at me? Eat quickly!" Xie Qingyu handed the bowl in her hand forward, signaling Song Boyuan to take it quickly.
Xie Qingyu: "I've been busy all morning, aren't you hungry?"
Song Boyuan: "I was thinking about something, so I'll eat now."
"Just ask whatever you want to ask!" Xie Qingyu knew from the inquiring glances from the opposite side from time to time that the person in front of him seemed to want to find something on him, but actually had something on his mind and wanted to ask him questions.
Song Boyuan stopped eating and thought for a moment: "I still have some tasks to do. I'll go home and talk about it after I finish them!"
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
The cool autumn breeze blew gently, and the yellow leaves fell quietly. Song Boyuan saw that Xie Qingyu did not feel any discomfort, but still asked worriedly: "Are you cold? If you are cold, you can go back first."
"The new clothes are very warm, not cold." The young man's voice came through the furry fabric.
Song Boyuan didn't listen to this. In addition to buttoning the young man's clothes to the top, he was also looking for places on Xie Qingyu's body that could be buttoned to keep out the cold.
Xie Qingyu moved his clothes, which were much tighter than before, as if he was put into a doll's costume, making him clumsy.
Seeing that Song Boyuan was still worried that he was cold and continued to search, he couldn't help but said: "There is no place to buckle it. I am not cold at all now, but I am a little breathless."
"It's too tight. Does it hurt?" She said as she was about to unbutton his clothes.
Seeing how anxious he was, Xie Qingyu wanted to hold her forehead with her hand but her shoulders were too tense to lift it. The corners of her mouth, hidden behind her collar, grinned in anger.
But he couldn't be angry, because the fool was worried about him!
He calmed down and said calmly, "Now is the perfect time. You should go to work first! Finish it quickly so we can go back soon."
The people who heard this looked deeply at the person who was wrapped in fur.
"Okay." He responded and turned around to get back to work.
"Go a little further inside, the wind is strong now."
Song Boyuan was busy with his hands, but he did not forget to look up from time to time to observe Xie Qingyu's situation.
The people in the distance couldn't help but smile when they heard this, without any impatience, and moved a few steps forward obediently.
"good."
"Go a little further in. The water is very cold now. You'll get sick if you fall in."
"Okay. If you're so worried." Xie Qingyu took Song Boyuan's hand, her smile widening, "Then hold my hand!"
"I don't want to have to remind you every once in a while like I did just now."
"Trap me, and you won't have to worry."
Song Boyuan knew that the young man was giving him a warning, but his worry was subconscious and he couldn't control it.
Instead of worrying too much, it might be a good idea to just lock in.
The wrist turned over, and the white back of the hand that was originally applied was overlapped by wheat-colored and hot fingers, and the ten fingers were interlocked and firmly held.
The two walked back in harmony. Xie Qingyu looked at the familiar and annoying figure not far away and grabbed Song Boyuan who was continuing to move forward.
"What's wrong?" Song Boyuan asked with a puzzled look on his face, feeling a pulling sensation coming from the palm of his hand.
"Come this way! I want to walk more with you. The weather is nice lately."
I don’t want to bring bad luck to anyone and ruin the good atmosphere we have now.
Song Boyuan seemed to realize something and walked in the direction Xie Qingyu was pulling him: "I also want to walk more, as long as I'm with you."
"So, you changed your route today because you saw Song Jiale?"
Xie Qingyu nodded. She didn't expect that Song Boyuan could still remember what happened at noon.
As soon as he got home and lay down on the bed, he was interrogated. He had already taken a detour and walked a lot, and his frail body was already exhausted.
Haven't completely laid down yet.
The snow-white plush coat fell off, revealing the fair skin underneath, but on the other arm, there were crescent-shaped scars of varying sizes that had already scabbed over.
This made Song Boyuan furious.
Worry took over, anger suppressed. Song Boyuan tried to slow down his voice and asked, "How did you get the wound on your arm?"
Xie Qingyu was very familiar with Song Boyuan. Just based on this sentence, he understood that the person in front of him was angry that he had hurt him.
It is hard to describe it in a few words. Xie Qingyu once again used her previous acting skills to vividly describe Song Boyuan and what happened between him and Song Jiale.
"So, your arm was pinched when Song Jiale was caressing you?"
Song Boyuan blocked everything and hit the vital point directly, which was the ultimate source of damage.
He only remembered that there seemed to be a slight stinging pain in his arm, but the scar on the back quickly scabbed over, and Xie Qingyu did not realize that he was pinched.
"That should be it! I was in a hurry to leave and didn't pay attention."
"Don't be too anxious to come to me next time. I'm always hungry."
"good."
Knowing Song Boyuan's worries, Xie Qingyu is now a nodding machine. As long as Song Boyuan says something, he will agree obediently.
How to do it is another matter!
This young man had been with Xie Qingyu for a long time and knew what he was thinking. He was really out of ideas and could only focus on the present: "Come on, stretch out your hand."
"?" After finally wrapping himself in the quilt and dispelling the cold, Xie Qingyu didn't want to stretch out his arms to feel the cold air. His narrow eyes widened and he looked puzzled.
"Apply some medicine, otherwise it will easily leave scars." Song Boyuan said in a firm tone.
Xie Qingyu knew that there was no room for rebuttal. He opened his eyes wide, hardened his heart, closed his eyes for a moment, and as if mustering up the courage, he pulled his arm away.
Li Li turned her face to the side, with a look of fearlessness: "Come, apply the medicine!"
The cute look made Song Boyuan's anger disappear without a trace, and he even showed his usual smile.
"The wound has already scabbed over. This should be mild and won't hurt when applied. Don't worry."
Then the hot fingertips with a sticky touch moved across the arm.
The matte touch on the smooth skin did not cause any pain, but made Xie Qingyu feel itchy.
The whole body was affected and I couldn't help shaking.
"Itchy?"
Xie Qingyu nodded repeatedly: "It's itchy."
"I'll go slowly and gently." Song Boyuan moved lightly, trying to minimize the contact between his rough fingertips and the skin. As his hands became lighter, he began to remind her, "Look at the road when you go out next time. Go slowly, it's okay. The most important thing is not to hurt yourself."
Xie Qingyu's ears were so tired of hearing these words. This person was still repeating the same old things. Afraid that Song Boyuan would continue to nag, he hurriedly went on as usual.
"Okay, I got it. I'll take it slow next time."
"Um?"
The scabbed wound hurt a little, and Xie Qingyu couldn't help but groan.
"What's wrong? Didn't you say it was gentle?"
Song Boyuan: "If someone can turn a deaf ear to me, I can also break my promise."
Under the warmth of the soft quilt, the body itself became warm, so Xie Qingyu's arms, which were placed outside the quilt, did not feel the chill they felt when they first came into contact with the cool breeze.
Another hand suddenly emerged from the quilt and grabbed the rebellious hand.
Feeling the warm touch, Song Boyuan felt less anxious. He originally wanted to apply the medicine quickly and put the young man's arm back into the warm quilt, but he couldn't bear to let the boy feel itchy, so he had to slow down temporarily.
The worry that Xie Qingyu would catch a cold took over again, but fortunately, unlike the cold palms that had hit him in the past, he was able to realize that Xie Qingyu was not cold now.
Then we can slow down a bit, but we can't delay too long.
Some cold air enters the body without being noticed.
“Cough cough cough…”
Some words really cannot be recited, and this is what happened.
In the dim morning light, what woke Song Boyuan up today was not his biological clock, but the heart-wrenching cough of the person next to him.
A series of rapid and interfering coughs seemed to have exhausted all the strength of the young man.
Song Boyuan patted Xie Qingyu's back, trying to relieve his discomfort.
"Okay, I'll just take a rest. I just feel like coughing a little bit."
The boy's eyes were red from coughing, tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, and even his forehead was hot and pink.
The fragile look made Song Boyuan feel a pang of pain in his heart.
After a day of hardship, Xie Qingyu unexpectedly recovered the next day.
"I'm fine, really fine." Xie Qingyu got up before dawn the next day. Under Song Boyuan's extremely worried eyes, he jumped up and down on the bed several times.
The delicate and beautiful smiling eyes suddenly appeared in front of Song Boyuan, which made him jump with beauty.
Before Song Boyuan could recover from the beauty, Xie Qingyu's slightly hoarse voice came to his ears.
"If you don't believe me, I'll jump twice more."
"Don't jump. The injury you sustained yesterday hasn't healed yet. You need to rest well." He supported the young man's body and restrained him to prevent him from continuing.
He touched Xie Qingyu's forehead with his palm, and it no longer felt the burning heat of yesterday. "I believe it. Do you want to take a day off? I'll ask for leave for you."
"It's okay, my job is not tiring, I can go. It's just..." Xie Qingyu said and changed the subject.
Thinking that the young man was in trouble, Song Boyuan quickly answered him: "What is it?"
His narrow eyebrows curved and he spoke at length: "My vacation is gone. It was only two days, and I was sick for both days."
The young man pretended to be sad, and his words were full of sadness.
It seems like I am really sad about the passing vacation.
Seeing the young man like this, Song Boyuan knew that he was going to work.
"Okay, since you're going, hurry up and change your clothes and wash up, otherwise you'll be too late. I'll make breakfast."
"good."
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