The north wind howled all night, the heavy snow did not stop, and when I opened my eyes again, it was a world covered in silver, Song Xuan got up early, and walked out without eating breakfast and putting on a down jacket.

In the yard, Wu's mother was clearing the snow, the path had been cleared, and the bare branches were hung with ice ridges, and occasionally sparrows chirped.

As soon as the door opened, a cold air hit his face, and Song Xuan tightened the scarf in his neck and walked out.

Wu's mother shouted: "Xiaoxuan, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, where are you?"

Song Xuan shrank his hands and feet: "Go to the company." ”

Wu's mother was puzzled: "It's still early, isn't it eight o'clock to work?"

Song Xuan pressed his hat and responded: "Well, there is something wrong, go over early." ”

Ignoring Wu's mother chattering in the back, he hurriedly ran out.

Came to the Jing'an Road office, the surroundings were still quiet, she took out the key to open the door, and went up to the second floor along the old wooden staircase, Yang Haitao often stayed up all night working here, so he reserved a very small room, he stayed up too late, so he stayed here for one night.

In a very small room, she gently pushed the door and saw Yang Haitao lying on a narrow bed in front of her coat.

Song Xuan frowned unconsciously, he just slept like this all night? It was freezing cold, there was no heating equipment at all, didn't he freeze to death after sleeping like this for a night?

She walked over, leaned over, and reached out to gently push him: "Yang Haitao, Yang Haitao......"

Yang Haitao's cheeks were abnormally red, and when she pushed him, he coughed out, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't do it, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyelids were folded into three layers, and his eyes were full of red bloodshots......

"Song Xuan?"

"Did you sleep like this all night?"

Yang Haitao sat up with difficulty, coughed violently, and looked confused: "Ah......? I don't even remember much. ”

Song Xuan's brows furrowed: "I see that you seem to have a cold, hurry up and go home to rest." ”

Yang Haitao waved his hand: "I'm fine, I'm fine." ”

Saying that, he got up and wanted to go downstairs, and when he went downstairs, he looked around, and Song Xuan followed behind him: "What are you looking for?"

"Thermos, want to drink some hot water. ”

Song Xuan shook his head: "Come out with me and have some breakfast." ”

In the small porridge shop in a small alley on Jing'an Road, Song Xuan and Yang Haitao sat opposite each other, Yang Haitao resisted the urge to cough, his face was red, Song Xuan called him a bowl of Huai yam porridge and pushed it to his hand: "Drink a little." ”

Yang Haitao laughed while eating, occasionally turned his head to the side and coughed twice, and his heart was warmed by porridge.

Song Xuan is caring about him, right?

Definitely cared about him.

Hey......

His body was no longer cold, his head was no longer dizzy, and his nose was no longer stuffed, he found that Song Xuan was really a cure-all and a good medicine.

After eating porridge, the two returned to the office, Song Xuan urged Yang Haitao to go home to rest, but Yang Haitao waved his hand again and again: "At the end of the year, the company has a lot of things, I can persevere." ”

Yang Haitao insisted until five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was dark, and he only felt lightheaded, as if he could faint at any time.

When it was time to get off work, Song Xuan greeted the cashier's eldest sister: "Sister Lan, I'll get off work first, you should go home early." ”

Because it was the weekend, she made an appointment with Zhao Mingyi to go to the drama, and Zhao Mingyi should have been waiting outside.

When she walked out of the small building of the office, she saw Zhao Mingyi, wearing a long navy blue coat and a black scarf, standing in the snow waiting for her.

She was about to walk over, when Sister Lan's voice sounded behind her: "Ah, Haitao, your forehead is hot......"