Chen Chuan's cold is getting worse and worse, because he used to live in the basement, and it is inconvenient to take a bath. Now that he lives in Lu Yuanyuan's house, he wants to make up for all the baths he owes before, so he soaks in the jacuzzi that is too comfortable to be comfortable for two hours. Sure enough, the next day he barely even got out of bed.

He was hot and lightheaded. Although I took antipyretics, my eyes were in a foggy state. He was sick like this, and it was impossible for Lu Yaoyuan to let him go to the set with him. Originally, he wanted to send Chen Chuan to the hospital, but Chen Chuan, who had always felt that he had rough skin and thick flesh, naturally couldn't go obediently.

He said in a hoarse voice: "You really don't need to go to the hospital, it's good to sweat, and going to get an injection will only reduce your immunity." ”

"Your immunity has dropped to zero, and it won't go anywhere." Lu Yaoyuan probed Chen Chuan's forehead, "Then you have a good rest at home, I'll call Shen Xing, someone will come over for you, you will be here to recuperate these days, you don't have to worry about anything." "Some time ago, Chen Chuan has been in the stage of being tossed by Lu Yao, for so long, he has not taken a day off, and he is called and drunk every day. Lu Yuanyuan knew his temper, so he was apologetic to Chen Chuan, and more distressed, he said, "In the past few days, I have to finish filming all the scenes before New Year's Day, so it won't be too early to come back, you have to be hungry and call me for takeout, call me if you have something." ”

Chen Chuan, who was delirious, naturally didn't appreciate Lu Yaoyuan's strange gentleness, he lay on the bed and nodded with difficulty: "Brother Yuan, I'm sorry." ”

"Don't say I'm sorry." Lu Yaoyuan folded the quilt for Chen Chuan, "You have a good rest." With that, he gently closed the door.

Chen Chuan lay in bed until the afternoon. Because of the high fever, the joints of his whole body seemed to be broken, and he couldn't sleep on the bed tossing and turning. The heavy quilt weighed on his body and he was covered in sweat, sweat soaking through his pajamas and wetting the sheets. Chen Chuan felt that his whole body was trapped in a stuffy cage, so stuffy that he couldn't breathe. It was like 10,000 flies in his head, constantly circling around his brain, hitting the fragile skull, trying to rush out. Chen Chuan stuffed his head in the quilt, lifted it again, and plugged his ears again, and the fly just couldn't get rid of it.

"It's noisy!" Chen Chuan yelled, and gradually he didn't know how long it took, and he finally fell asleep in a daze.

The flies are gone, but the head still hasn't stopped. Frame by frame passed in front of his eyes over and over again, each one was Song Youning. It is Song and Ning's face and Song and Ning's smile. It's just that the farther he goes, the colder Song Youning's smile becomes, and finally there is no trace of smile on that face. His eyebrows and eyes are so good-looking, but there is no trace of warmth in his eyes, just like the most bitter cold wind in winter, Chen Chuan wanted to hug him, but he avoided him, his thin lips lightly opened: "Chen Chuan, I have never liked you, I have someone I like now, please disappear from my eyes, don't bother me again." As soon as he turned around, a person appeared in his arms, like Wu Kaiwen, like Han Jingyun, but they were neither, he looked down at that person's eyes were the most gentle eyes in the world, and the corners of his mouth were the sweetest smile in the world.

Chen Chuan's heart was extremely painful, and he roared: "No, I like you so much, please don't leave me." He abandoned all his dignity, rushed forward to grab him, and before his hand touched it, he was ruthlessly pushed away, Chen Chuan staggered back two steps, and suddenly stepped on the air, it turned out that there was an abyss under him, and he didn't have time to exclaim, so he fell from the clouds.

"Ah, big boss." Chen Chuan's quilt was kicked under the bed, he stretched out his hands in vain to grab something, but he couldn't catch anything, he closed his eyes, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and he roared with a cry, "Big boss, don't go, don't go." ”

Suddenly, his hand touched something warm, it seemed to be a pair of hands, with distinct bones and slender fingers, and he seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, clutching it tightly, refusing to let go.

"Chen Chuan, Chen Chuan, I'm here, don't be afraid." His head was lifted, and then he was hugged into a warm embrace, "Chen Chuan, you let go of your hand first, the doctor is here, let him take your temperature first." Chen Chuan buckled too tightly, and the man tried to pull his hand out of his palm, but after two attempts, he couldn't bear it.

Chen Chuan's eyes were like a layer of gauze, and when he opened his eyes, he only saw two vague shadows. Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep again, only in a dream he felt a cold thing stuffed under his armpit, and then not long after, he had a pain in his buttocks, like a mosquito bite, but it hurt a lot more than a mosquito bite, but he was too sleepy, and this pain was not enough to wake him up from his slumber completely.

When Chen Chuan opened his eyes again, it was already dark outside, the street lights on the street were already on, and the whistling and honking of vehicles outside the window were in his ears. And this noise seemed to be mixed with a slight breathing sound, Chen Chuan realized that his head was not pillowed on the pillow, but leaning on an embrace, he had already felt the hard muscles under the cloth, in this darkness, he moved his head.

"Wake up." A hand was placed on his forehead, "Well, the fever is gone." ”

As soon as his voice fell, there was another "click", and the room suddenly brightened, Chen Chuan squinted his eyes uncomfortably, tilted his head, and then saw the face above his head that appeared repeatedly in his dreams, and he was surprised: "Big boss." ”

"You know me." Song Youning smiled, "It seems that there is no stupidity." He raised the hand that Chen Chuan had been holding, "You can let go, it's already congested after a day of grabbing, if you don't let it go, this hand will be wasted." ”

Chen Chuan hurriedly let go: "Why are you here?" ”

"I heard from Shen Xing that Lu Yaoyuan found a temporary assistant to replace you, only to know that you were sick, and you didn't answer your call, so I came over to take a look." Song Youning wiped the sweat from his sideburns for him.

"And how did you get in?" Chen Chuan didn't react.

"Nonsense, this whole building, which room I can't get into?" Song and Ning Dao.

"Oh yes." Chen Chuan felt that he was really sick and stupid.

"You're so sick that you haven't eaten for a day, I'll cook you some porridge." Song Youning held Chen Chuan's head and put it down gently, and the moment he left the bedside, Chen Chuan grabbed the corner of his clothes, and he turned around, "What's wrong?" ”

Thinking of the face without a little warmth in the dream, Chen Chuan felt a sigh in his heart, and he even doubted whether the tenderness in front of him was just a dream, he shook his head and let go of his hand: "The rice is placed in the second cabinet in the lower row of the kitchen." "If it's a dream, let him get drunk and never wake up again.

Ten minutes later, Song Youning came over with a bowl of steaming rice porridge, he helped Chen Chuan up and leaned against the head of the bed, first fed him a sip of water, and then scooped a mouthful of porridge with a spoon and stretched it out to Chen Chuan's mouth.

"I'll do it myself." Chen Chuan was a little embarrassed.

"Be careful of getting hot, don't move." Song Youning ignored Chen Chuan's outstretched hand and said in a commanding tone, "Open your mouth!" ”

Chen Chuan obediently opened his mouth, his stomach was empty, he was already hungry and his heart was close to his back, a bowl of porridge quickly bottomed out, a warm current stretched from his stomach to his limbs, and he dissipated the pain, Chen Chuan opened his eyes with red eyes, and said softly: "Big boss." ”

Song Youning took off his shoes, lifted the quilt and got in, he held Chen Chuan in his arms, and put his right hand on his face: "Is it still uncomfortable?" ”

"Nope." Chen Chuan blinked his moist eyes, although his throat didn't hurt anymore, his voice was still hoarse.

"Why didn't you come to me as soon as you got sick?" Song and Ning pressed their chin against Chen Chuan's hairy head.

"I thought I would be able to get over it." Chen Chuan said honestly.

"What would you do if I didn't come?"

"I'm glad you're here, otherwise I might have burped." Chen Chuan looked up at him.

"Aren't you Xiaoqiang who can't be killed?" Song Youning laughed, "How can it be so easy to burp?" ”

"I had a dream." Chen Chuan took Song Youning's hand and put it on his chest, "It hurts here, if you don't come, I'm going to die of pain." ”

Song Youning didn't ask him what he dreamed of, just hugged him quietly: "Don't worry, I won't leave." ”

"Hmm." Chen Chuan choked and nodded, holding Song Youning's right hand that was caught red by him, he used too much force, the red marks on the back of his hand had not subsided, he seemed to be holding a most precious treasure, sticking it to his lips, and kissed it gently.

Chen Chuan never said anything touching about love, but his few small kisses were enough to make waves in Song Youning's heart, and he returned a kiss in Chen Chuan's eyebrows, and he said in a voice that he could only hear: "Chen Chuan, what should I do with you?" ”