Then he was pressed by Long Hao to sit down, watched the other party turn around and go to the bathroom, and when he came out, he took a towel in his hand and lifted his pants.

Wen Jiming: "???"

A towel was just the right temperature to be applied to his calf.

Wen Jiming shrank after being burned, and felt very comfortable.

"It's okay that you kid has a little conscience. He said with a smile.

Long Hao sighed: "Next time, you don't have to do this." ”

Wen Jiming knew what he meant.

He muttered, "If you hadn't looked so thin, I wouldn't have bothered." ”

Long Hao was silent for a moment before he said, "No." ”

Wen Jiming: "Huh?"

He looked at him quizzically.

Long Hao said: "My illness is cured, and I will not be so thin in the future." ”

Wen Jiming's eyes widened, and he stood up from the stool all of a sudden, the towels fell to the ground, and he didn't care about picking them up, just looked at Long Hao: "Really?"

Long Hao nodded: "Really." ”

"Great!" Wen Jiming cheered, "Great!"

Long Hao looked at his happy look that he couldn't hide, and his eyes warmed up.

Since the death of his grandfather, those so-called "relatives" and the "old friends" of the Long family have come out one by one, crying with red eyes in front of him.

They told him about the greatness of their grandfather and parents, how good they were with their family, and secretly wanted him to follow them.

But they don't know what they've just been through.

It's not a clumsy performance, and in his eyes, their true emotions are not hidden at all.

The only remaining bit of blood in the Long family is not in good health, if they can be taken care of by the family, how much benefit can their family get from this alone? How many detours will it take?

Surrounded by such emotions, how precious is Wen Jiming's sincere heart as a young man?

Long Hao looked at him happily there, didn't say anything, picked up the towel by himself, returned to the bathroom, and used a bucket to get hot water this time.

"Put a hot towel on it, beware of a sore tomorrow. ”

"Little things, little things. Wen Jiming was still paying attention to this little thing at this time, and only repeatedly confirmed with him, "Are you really okay?"

Long Hao nodded.

"Nice?"

"Hmm. ”

"Is it the same as me?"

Long Hao nodded again, and said in his heart: No, I should be better than most people now.

"It's so good, I'm going home and tell my parents!"

Wen Jiming left in a hurry.

Long Hao squatted down quietly, packed up all kinds of nutritional and health products scattered all over the place, and then placed them carefully.

In the next six months, Long Hao proved with facts and Wen Jiming: He is really good.

His face was still pale, but his body gradually grew flesh, and although he still looked thin, he was no longer the same as before, and there was a sense of fragility that the wind was about to fall, and the whole person seemed to be about to break with a little force.

Moreover, he did not get sick for half a year.

And most importantly!

"Why did you grow up so fast?" Wen Jiming looked at Long Hao with wide eyes.

He leaned close to him, and the two stood close to each other.

"I'll see. So close that his breath fell on his ears as he spoke.

Wen Jiming didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this distance at all, he stretched out his hand as usual and compared, and then exclaimed like a new continent: "You are only so much shorter than me now!"

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I suddenly felt that I could write a campus essay, just, childhood sweetheart. 【Cigarette Lighting】