When he saw Wan Qiu, Chu Yigui really knew how superficial his thoughts were.

He enjoyed everything that should have belonged to Wanqiu, but he couldn't fill Wanqiu's past with himself.

At an age when he still needs to be taken care of, Wanqiu takes care of an irresponsible family, lives a life that is different from him, and will worry about safety.

And during this time, he enjoyed a life that Wanqiu couldn't even imagine.

"Brother." Chu Yigui's hoarse voice, when it sounded in the soft light, seemed to be deeper than usual, "You know what? You can beat me, scold me, bully me, and I won't resist you. ”

"Why?" Wan Qiu just patted him on the back, "Mom and Dad live far away, I'll secretly help you watch it, they can't hear it, they won't be beaten!" ”

Wanqiu's understanding is immature, youthful, and pure.

I don't know Chu Yigui's deeper thoughts.

He was ready for everything, waiting to accept Wanqiu's negativity, whether it was bullying or beating.

But from the very beginning, he saw these eyes.

Or rather......

The eyes saw him.

Countless days and nights, countless free hours, he would always think of these eyes.

And after the owner of these eyes took the initiative to approach him, Chu Yigui could always see it.

In these eyes, I reflect myself, only myself.

Chu Yigui believes that he is Wanqiu.

He can be Wanqiu.

He will also become the shadow of Wanqiu and live in this Chu family.

But from the very beginning, he was already torn apart by Wanqiu.

In those eyes, what I saw was not Wanqiu.

It was a person named Chu Yigui.

It's like a mirror.

This beautiful, flawless, bright mirror, with the world's most striking and unpretentious, yet extremely beautiful frame, amazes everyone with the art of this mirror.

But when you really stand in front of the mirror, you see yourself.

I saw the embarrassed, stupid, and truest self.

Wan Qiu would never know what these eyes meant to a person named Chu Yigui.

Just like Chu Yigui now, he can't even tell what his meaning is.

He wants to be Wanqiu.

wants to be intertwined with Wanqiu, inseparable.

Struggling from the mud, under the threat of death that had almost sunk to his chest, drowning him, he returned to the ground.

Slapping the dirt on his body, tell him.

It's called cowardice.

"Brother."

Chu Yigui's hand grabbed Wan Qiu's shoulders and held Wan Qiu in his arms.

His hot palm was pressed against Wan Qiu's cheek.

His dry lips pressed against Wanqiu's hair.

Where Wan Qiu couldn't see, Chu Yigui could no longer hide his vulnerability.

Like a flower of ice, the branches were melted by the scorching heat, falling to the ground and falling apart.

"What should I do?"

Chapter 88

Wan Qiu couldn't guess Chu Yigui's mood now.

He looked more fragile than usual, and couldn't be touched easily.

It was completely impossible to tell whether he was happy or unhappy, and Wan Qiu blamed the confusion on the illness confusing Chu Yigui's emotions.

What to do?

Why did Chu Yigui ask him like this?

Wan Qiu's forehead rested on Chu Yigui's hot skin, and said, "After drinking the soup, your body is hot, sleep well, and I'll put a compress on your forehead." ”

Chu Yigui was silent for a long time.

Until Wan Qiu heard Chu Yigui's laughter.

He couldn't see Chu Yigui, he could only hear the hoarse laughter with a shallow nasal voice.

"Okay." Chu Yi responded.

Wan Qiu returned to his bed with Chu Yigui.

Chu Yigui didn't need his support, obviously his body was very weak.

Wan Qiu felt that Chu Yigui was hot like a fireball.

Wan Qiu knew how uncomfortable he was from being scorched by the temperature, so he couldn't ignore Chu Yigui.

Chu Yigui lay on the bed, Wan Qiu went to the bathroom and put a basin of cold water next to the bed, and put a cool towel on Chu Yigui's forehead.

The cold, watery towel seems to be a little too wet.

Droplets of water slid down Chu Yigui's forehead, as if Chu Yigui was sweating.

Chu Yigui seemed unwilling to close his eyes, and his eyes were half-open.

Wan Qiu asked, "Can't you sleep?" ”

Chu Yigui looked at Wan Qiu with some fluttering eyes, and he showed a shallow smile.

"I'll fall asleep."

"Shall I read you the story, then?" Wan Qiu asked, this was the only hypnotic method he knew.

Chu Yigui said, "No need, brother, the bed is very big, you can lie down too." ”

Wan Qiu listened to Chu Yigui's words.

Lying next to Chu Yigui.

Wan Qiu didn't dare to get close to Chu Yigui, in his memory, if he had a fever, his whole body would hurt.

This painful sensation can even be painful to touch.

Wan Qiu looked at Chu Yigui and closed his eyes.

After a while, he reached out and turned over the already warm towel.

Chu Yigui's expression was still calm, and Wan Qiu couldn't tell if he was sad.

But at least for now, it seems to be smoothing out.

Chu Yigui is always very hot.

But it's quiet.

Wanqiu was constantly turning over the towel and washing the towel, and he was a little tired from tossing.

When leaning on the bed, I couldn't help but take a nap secretly.

Yang Xiaoyu got up in the middle of the night and came to the door of Chu Yigui.

I tried to knock on the door, but it didn't seem to be closed.

A faint light came from inside the door.

Yang Xiaoyu pushed open the door and entered Chu Yigui's room.

In the dim night lamp, which was considered a bright room, I saw two teenagers on the bed.

Wan Qiu slept beside Chu Yigui.

There was some distance between the two teenagers.

But Yang Xiaoyu felt that they were actually very close.

Looking at Chu Yigui, who was already asleep at this time, Yang Xiaoyu's mood was very complicated.

She rarely saw such an unsuspecting Chu Yigui.

I don't know if it's because of illness or because of Wanqiu.

Yang Xiaoyu looked at the fever-reducing patch in her hand a little helplessly, thought about it, and put the fever-reducing patch on the bedside.

She quietly held Chu Yigui's palm and felt Chu Yigui's temperature.

It seemed to have dropped a lot, and when her fingertips touched Chu Yigui's neck to test the temperature, Chu Yigui seemed to feel it.

"Sleep, brother." The murmuring voice, in the too quiet space, Yang Xiaoyu heard it clearly.

Chu Yigui seemed to only think that the person by his side was Wanqiu.

After confirming that the temperature was not too high, Yang Xiaoyu withdrew her hand and looked at her two children for a long time.

After that, he turned around and left the room carefully.

As he was about to cross Yang Ze's gate, Yang Xiaoyu's footsteps paused.

Yang Xiaoyu felt that every breath she took was a sigh.

Wanqiu got up on time the next day and planned to go to class.

Although he didn't sleep for almost a night, the teenager was always energetic.