Chapter 53
It is not clear whether Wen Cishu is sleeping, but the picture of him hugging a little monkey and telling stories will become a hot topic on multiple online platforms.
In the video, the lights are deliberately dimmed before going to bed, and the tent is filled with cute and childlike dolls.
The young father with long hair is hugging the handsome boy and reading a story slowly.
The boy's fingers tenderly rubbed his little father's black hair, occasionally looking up, stealing a glance at the person closest to him with a face full of happiness.
Even passers-by who have never watched the show can get a glimpse of true happiness and satisfaction in just a few minutes.
When a netizen asked about the source of the video, a fan of the show left a message:
[It is the Sino-French co-production "The Mixed-Race Boy and His Oriental Beauty Little Father" which is currently in theaters. It mainly tells the story of the affection between a father and son. Nearly one million viewers have given the film a high score of 9.8 so far. It will undoubtedly become the box office champion of the year and a masterpiece that will go down in film history. 】
[Hahahaha, if I hadn’t watched the show, I would really believe it! 】
Following this joke, many netizens captured the scenes in the video and made them into various movie posters, which became more and more like the real thing.
By the next morning, some viewers had already asked questions in the live broadcast barrage.
Hello, when will the movie be released? 】
[I really hope Mommy and Mingzai can see the beautiful posters made by everyone. Can the program team help us? 】
[The program team should just ask my wife to open an account. I really need to have some sweet interactions with my gentle wife~]
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However, Wen Cishu didn't feel well after waking up.
It wasn't that the tent was too small, or that the little monkey next to him was squeezing him when he was sleeping, but that he felt a slight pain in his stomach.
Wen Cishu wondered if the indigestion was caused by eating one too many pieces of barbecue last night.
Considering that the show was still being broadcast live, he did not show it and planned to wait until it was over to watch it.
At breakfast, he had a poor appetite, did not drink hot milk, and ate relatively little.
Bo Yiming didn't notice it, and basically the audience didn't notice it either.
At this time, Uncle Xu suddenly walked to the dining table, turned the camera lens that was originally facing the father and son, and aimed it at Bo Yiming alone.
Later in the camera, Bo Yiming, who was eating a bun, looked forward with surprise and called out "Big Daddy" vaguely.
【Uh-huh? Who touched the camera? What's going on? 】
[Is Grandpa coming over for breakfast? 】
At the dining table.
Bo Tingyuan quickly picked up Wen Cishu and said to his son, "Yiming, continue to eat breakfast. I'll take your little dad to see the doctor."
"Ah?" Bo Yiming finally realized what was happening and stood up and rushed to the little father, standing on tiptoe to observe, "Little father? What's wrong with you?"
Wen Cishu rubbed the child's hair: "My stomach is a little uncomfortable. But it's not serious."
He quickly glanced at Bo Tingyuan, who looked serious. This look of his could easily scare the child. "Be good, continue eating and live streaming. Dad will be back soon."
"I don't want it." Bo Yiming said as a matter of course.
When Bo Tingyuan walked out, Bo Yiming quickly returned to the table, almost threw himself in front of the camera, and said to him, "My little dad is feeling a little uncomfortable. I'm going to accompany him to see a doctor now."
【Do you feel stomach discomfort?】 Could it be that he had eaten Mingzai BBQ yesterday? Ah, this...】
[Mingzai and I didn’t notice anything at all. Oh my god, it’s a good thing Mingzai’s dad was watching the live broadcast. 】
[As expected, they have been married for many years. Daddy noticed the slightest change (Is mommy afraid of affecting the show, so she forced herself to hold back?]
A small reception room on the first floor.
Wen Cishu was sitting on a single sofa, with Bo Tingyuan and Bo Yiming standing on both sides.
Both Chinese and Western medicine doctors took the patient's pulse and asked questions.
Wen Cishu has always taken good care of his stomach. Unless he deliberately refuses to eat and starves himself, there are generally no major problems.
Bo Yiming was very nervous, thinking that it was because of the way he grilled the meat yesterday.
He didn't wait for the doctor to ask what he had eaten yesterday, and he told him everything in one go.
Before Wen Cishu could speak, Bo Tingyuan placed his hand on his son's shoulder and rubbed it: "Yiming, it's not your problem."
Wen Cishu also nodded to the little monkey and said softly, "Don't be anxious, Yiming. It's not that the barbecue is not good."
"Hmm."
Bo Yiming pursed his lips and spoke in a muffled voice.
He leaned towards his elder father, as if looking for a strong and reliable backbone, and his pitiful eyes were always concerned about his younger father.
Wen Cishu rarely saw him make such an aggrieved and sad expression, he must be really worried.
The two doctors talked quietly, and finally Dr. Lin said, "It's probably because of the cold wind that blew in while eating, plus he ate a little more than usual, moved less, and rested before digesting the food."
Since Wen Cishu had been taking heart disease medications, Dr. Lin prescribed a mild tonic herbal medicine this time.
Doctor Lin also contacted the hospital and sent an external medicine bag that can warm the stomach in time. Please stick it on your chest to keep it warm.
While waiting, Wen Cishu took the little monkey's hand and squeezed it: "Okay, Dad is really fine. Go and finish your breakfast, otherwise you might feel uncomfortable too."
Bo Yiming listened to his young father's gentle words and was about to say "no".
Bo Tingyuan said at the right time: "Uncle Xu, you accompany Yiming there."
Bo Yiming pouted and reluctantly let go of his little father's hand.
"Big Daddy, you have to take good care of Little Daddy then."
"Yeah." Bo Tingyuan rubbed his son's hair, "Go ahead."
Bo Yiming left, looking back every few steps.
The small living room became quiet. Dr. Lin and Aunt Zhong went to the kitchen to prepare some medicinal millet porridge.
Wen Cishu was just about to ask Bo Tingyuan to go and do his own thing, but he was picked up by him.
Bo Tingyuan sat on the sofa and held the person firmly in his lap.
He glanced at the face and found no obvious sign of illness. His frown relaxed slightly and he said earnestly, "If you feel unwell in the future, tell me right away."
Although he looked serious, most people who didn't know him would think he was blaming him.
Wen Cishu looked around to see if there was anyone around, so he leaned his face towards his chest and said softly, "Don't be mean to me."
Bo Tingyuan held his hand and smoothed away his long black hair, then pinched his pearl-like earlobe with his thumb.
Wen Cishu turned his face to the side and buried it in his chest.
Not long after, Aunt Zhong came in with a medicine package and said that Dr. Lin would continue to stay in the mansion today and to come immediately if needed.
After Bo Tingyuan took it, he tested the temperature to see if it was suitable, then he gently put it close to Wen Cishu's chest and slowly massaged it.
Wen Cishu lazily nestled in his arms without moving.
Bo Tingyuan asked Aunt Zhong to bring a thin blanket and wrap Wen Cishu.
Wen Cishu gently pulled the edge of the blanket and covered his shoulders.
When their eyes met, he whispered, "Don't worry."
Bo Tingyuan's hand had been massaging the medicine bag, slowly rubbing Wen Cishu's stomach. He lowered his eyes and looked carefully at the eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks, and even lips of the person in his arms, examining him more rigorously than with the most sophisticated equipment in the hospital.
Holding it in his arms at this moment, it felt weightless at all. Bo Tingyuan even suspected that in just this short night, this face had become smaller and the skin had become several shades paler.
The more carefully Bo Tingyuan looked, the sicker Wen Cishu looked in his eyes, as if there was a layer of gray mist lingering around him.
He was born with a wolf-like keen sense of smell, which was particularly evident in Wen Cishu's condition.
He suddenly recalled the countless nightmares he had had over the past nine years:
In completely different dreams, he could only watch the person in his arms suddenly die again and again.
Bo Tingyuan frowned again.
Wen Cishu realized that he was not listening to him at all.
The pair of green eyes seemed to be looking at him calmly, but there was suddenly a sense of uneasiness and crisis brewing in them.
Under the warm blanket, Wen Cishu quickly covered the back of his hand: "Hmm?"
Bo Tingyuan seemed to remember something, and he grabbed his wrist with his backhand and touched it, as if looking for something.
He calmed himself down and said, "Well, I'm not worried."
Wen Cishu thought to himself: These words sound awkward, and his eyes look awkward too.
Why is he touching his wrist?
Just as he was suspicious, he heard Bo Tingyuan asking his aunt to go to the bedroom on the second floor to get the bracelet.
"Go tell Aunt Zhong to go find it."
The aunt nodded, and could hear the anxious tone of the young master, so she turned around and trotted out.
Wen Cishu's pupils dilated slightly.
Was he looking for the white jade bamboo bracelet just now?
"I forgot to put it on after I took a shower yesterday. What happened?"
Bo Tingyuan also recalled that Wen Cishu placed his cell phone and bracelet on the bedside table before taking a bath. He must have forgotten them because he wanted to hug him for a while.
He slowly closed his arms, hugged her tighter, and whispered dully, "It's my fault."
Wen Cishu suddenly remembered what Li Yun said.
[For Tingyuan, the things in this world are divided into your health and everything else]
He quickly leaned into his arms: "You know it's not Yiming's problem, so it's naturally not yours either."
He raised his eyes, and his warm palm reached out from the blanket and covered Bo Tingyuan's face, his eyes full of attachment and heartache: "You can't take too much responsibility on yourself, understand?"
When saying this, Wen Cishu's eyes unconsciously turned slightly red.
The pressure on Bo Tingyuan was really too heavy.
Bo Tingyuan naturally saw his eyes reddened, and asked quickly: "Do you have a stomachache?"
He lifted the medicine bag slightly, "Suppressed?"
Wen Cishu held his hand and shook it: "Don't ask me if it hurts, ask yourself if you are tired."
Bo Tingyuan lowered his head and kissed his hair, his tone deep as if promising: [I'm not tired, not at all. 】
Wen Cishu was stunned for a moment, and after several seconds he quickly pulled the blanket over his eyes.
He absolutely could not shed tears, otherwise this fool would think that he was not feeling well.
Fortunately, Aunt Zhong came with the bracelet.
Bo Tingyuan took it. The bracelet had been left empty for too long and the jade had become completely cold.
When Wen Cishu stretched out his hand, Bo Tingyuan held it in his palm and whispered, "Wear it later."
After the white jade bamboo joints were warmed up, Bo Tingyuan put them on his wrist.
Wen Cishu remembered that night was the night before the recording of the show, and he suddenly gave him this bracelet.
In the past, no matter how valuable the antique items were, even if they were personal jewelry, Bo Tingyuan would never put them on him personally.
Therefore, this bracelet must have different meanings.
Wen Cishu was about to ask when Aunt Zhong brought over a tray of medicinal porridge.
"It's almost done. It's drinkable."
Wen Cishu supported himself on his arm and tried to get up.
But Bo Tingyuan didn't let him take it.
He held it in his hand, scooped up a spoonful, waited for a while, and then brought it to his lips: "Is it still hot?"
"Just right." Wen Cishu took a sip and said, "It tastes good."
He was afraid that he didn't eat enough, which made Bo Tingyuan even more worried, so he drank it all slowly, one spoonful at a time.
After eating the hot rice porridge and covering my stomach with the medicine bag, my stomach did feel a lot warmer.
Seeing that the frost on his face hadn't melted away, Wen Cishu raised his hands to wrap around his neck and leaned on his shoulder: "Bo Tingyuan, can you hold me and go out to bask in the sun?"
The first time Bo Tingyuan heard him call his name, he put his arms around his waist.
"Call me again."
"Huh?" Wen Cishu didn't react, because he spoke subconsciously just now.
At this moment, he realized it and whispered, "No~"
Bo Tingyuan's green eyes finally relaxed a little, and he stood up and walked out while holding him.
As they passed the corridor, they both heard noises coming from the living room.
Bo Yiming was talking to the audience outside the camera. In front of him were several large boxes, and he was taking something out of them.
Wen Cishu took a quick glance and was then carried by Bo Tingyuan towards the flower hall in the opposite direction.
He asked in confusion: "What is Yiming fiddling with?"
In the flower hall, the sunlight shines through the glass windows onto the sofa, bringing warmth.
Bo Tingyuan stepped in toward the sunshine.
"They were sent from France. Some are gifts for Yiming, and some are for you."
"There's one specifically for me?" Wen Cishu looked at him puzzledly, and suddenly became curious, "What is it?"
Bo Tingyuan sat on the sofa, staring at him intently with his green eyes, and said in a serious tone: "Gift."
Wen Cishu: ...What kind of nonsense is this?
He glared, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the garden outside, and the hand under the blanket pulled his palm and placed it on his chest: "Go on, I didn't ask you to stop."
As soon as he finished speaking, a gentle kiss fell on his lips.
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