Blown by the wind, cold.

The old family has their own set of ways to deal with diseases, who doesn't have a headache and brain fever, it is a three-point poison, try not to go to the clinic if you can, drink water to cover your sweat when you have a fever, and cook green onion and white radish juice when you have a cold.

If it is cold, it is wind cold, and ginger slices should be attached to the soles of the feet to keep warm and dispel dampness.

When Tong Huaiqing first came, he had a high fever and was fierce, but Chi Ye didn't dare to delay, and now he is almost fine, so there is no need to take medicine for this little problem.

Another sneeze, and the tip of the nose was a little red.

Just when it was time to go to bed, Ikeno put down his flashlight and went inside, the clock hanging in the small living room pointed to ten o'clock, the kitchen on the left hand side, and the two opposite bedrooms on the right.

After he brought Tong Huaiqing back, he asked people to live opposite him.

Anyway, it's only a few days' work.

Took a slice of old ginger and found gauze from the medicine box, Tong Huaiqing rubbed his eyes and raised his head, looking at Chi Ye walking towards him with a little curiosity.

"If you stick this to the center of your feet and remove it tomorrow morning, will you wrap gauze?"

Tong Huaiqing stared at the piece of ginger, the cut noodles were fresh, and he could smell the spicy smell.

He furrowed his eyebrows.

Didn't like the taste.

"There are acupuncture points there," Ikeno explained, "to ward off the cold and remove moisture." ”

Of course Tong Huaiqing knows.

He has a dedicated team of chaperones, who are precise and rigorous in their treatment of muscle relaxation and massage.

Drugs and vitamins are all the most expensive imported products.

But he still gets sick easily.

Tong Huaiqing was used to being served, and he didn't want to touch the ginger with his hand, so he lazily moved his legs, his toes were snow-white, round and smooth, he was beautiful everywhere, and even his ankles were slender and smooth.

The meaning is clear.

You get it for me.

Chi Ye didn't want to get used to his stinky problem, but when his eyes caught a glimpse of the palm print on his thigh, he still held back, bent down to hold Tong Huaiqing's calf, and put it on his knee.

Forget it, I guess I'm still young.

It's normal to have a little temper.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have run away from home and run into the river at night.

The slightly wet ginger slices are cut very thinly, pressed on the innermost side of the arch of the foot, Tong Huaiqing's feet are not big, they can be held by Chi Ye with one hand, the heel is powdered, the bamboo shoots are as tender as the tips, and they are light and fluttering in the palm of the palm, like moon-white lotus petals.

This is a foot that has not stepped on the dirt.

Having not been scratched by wheat straw, burned by an exhaust pipe, or stuck in the mud while digging lotus roots, Ikeno even wondered how far this foot could go, and it looked as if it had just come to earth, stretching with a kind of innately clean and pure stretch, and not caring about the gaze that fell on it.

The gauze was wrapped around twice and was being knotted.

Suddenly he flinched.

Chino tugged back, but didn't raise his eyes: "Don't move." ”

Tong Huaiqing pursed his lips, his eyes widened, how could he forget that the man who repaired the car was a homosexual.

I actually stretched out my feet at people!

He has seen this group, and he also knows some strange ways to play in it, it is said that foreigners do not take this seriously, once performed in Europe, and also bumped into two men hiding in the background and kissing, so disheveled and out of breath.

Ikeno looked over suspiciously.

Tong Huaiqing's shoulders were tense, and his eyes were as vigilant as a cat that didn't know his relatives.

The other foot is not covered yet.

But Tong Huaiqing stood up suddenly, turned his head and walked into the house.

I can't stay any longer.

But where else could he go?

The room is not big, there is a very small wall lamp on the bedside table, there is no shape, it is rustic, the side is a mahogany wardrobe that is some years old, with a very narrow dressing mirror, Tong Huaiqing leaned against the door, and the hand hanging on his side slowly lifted.

I haven't played the piano for half a month.

This was unimaginable before.

Pressing the piano keys is like breathing for Tong Huaiqing.

It's a habit that you don't deliberately remember.

Have you ever seen anyone who counts their breaths?

Almost instinctively, fingertips trembling slightly.

The people in this place are estimated to love to raise flowers, in addition to the yard, the house will also put a few pots, the right to decorate, are some very good varieties, not worth anything, the flowers are also thick and big, Tong Huaiqing has not been on the second floor, I don't know what the two children's rooms are on.

In the Ikeno house, there is a bun bamboo.

And here, he's a pot of jasmine.

The bedroom is facing the sun, Tong Huaiqing remembers waking up in this room for the first time, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a very small white bud, in the light, stretching the plain green leaves, in the light fragrance, the tall and sturdy man was scrubbing the towel, wring out the cold water, and carefully placed it on his forehead.

He opened his mouth, but still couldn't speak.

But gently closed his eyes.

It would be late at night, and Jasmine bloomed quietly, and there was a knock on the door behind her.

A small slit was opened.

Ikeno stood outside and didn't come in: "Haven't slept yet?" ”

You're blind.

"Wrap this yourself," the remaining ginger slices and scarves were handed over together, Chi Ye's face was half hidden in the shadows, and his eyebrows were even more straight, his eyes were sharp, his shoulders were broad, and he stood at the door, and there was a sense of oppression, "Turn off the fan when you sleep." ”

Broken place, not even air conditioning.

It's just an overhead ceiling fan, whirring and windy.

Tong Huaiqing lowered his eyes and made a gesture to close the door.

"I've already planted the moon season," Ikeno continued, "Would you like to take a look?" ”

It's a big night.

"It's beautiful, I don't know what kind of variety, the flowers can bloom for a long time."

Ikeno's shoulder blocked the door.

"If you don't like flowers, let Yangyang take you to pick grapes tomorrow, eat them directly, and bring some back when you're full, and make wine."

Tong Huaiqing's hand trembled again.

He remembered practicing the piano when he was a child, sitting upright, standing up his fingers, time passing minute by minute, and his forearms were stiff when he drank water.

At this time, his mother would play him English, usually some speeches by dignitaries, or explanations of famous books.

"Change your mind, listen to English when you're tired of listening to music, and take a break," the voice is very gentle, "every minute should have a plan and meaning, keep yourself busy." ”

That's right, in her opinion, that's fulfillment.

Ikeno seemed to want him to keep him busy.

Tong Huaiqing still lowered his head, and could smell the man's body.

soap, and a little mud doping.

It is believed that after planting flowers, they were watered again.

There is a soggy earthy smell.

A dreamless night.

I don't know if this folk remedy is really effective, or if he slept well last night, Tong Huaiqing didn't need to be called in the morning, he woke up by himself, stretched out, his collar slid down, revealing a thin white collarbone, elegant and beautiful like a little swan.

It's a pity that the posture is beautiful, but the swan's nest is not good.

This person didn't sleep very well, he crumpled the sheets between arches, the gauze on his feet had already spread out, and the ginger slices were also rubbed under the bed, the curtains were opened, bathed in the light golden morning light, Tong Huaiqing slowly sorted out the bedding, his movements were a little clumsy, like an old school gentleman.

One board and one eye.

"Brother Tong Tong," Chi Yinuo poked his head out from outside, "You're up." ”

Her side incisors had just been replaced, and her speech was still a little leaky, grinning and beaming.

Tong Huaiqing didn't quite understand why he was so happy every day.

"The eldest brother said," she said with a puff, "let us finish our meal and go pick the grapes." ”

"It's for me to go with Brother Tong Tong," Chen Xiangyang's voice came from the courtyard, "You look after the house." ”

The little girl's face immediately drooped.

Tong Huaiqing looked out, no matter how he said that he was also an adult man, how could Chi Ye let his sister go out alone with him, to be honest, he could let people live without defense, which already made him sigh that the people here were simple.

Be bold enough.

"I'm going too!"

Chi Yi Nosa girl ran out: "Brother-"

"It's Saturday, I don't want to be alone at home, I want to go out!"

The sun was just right in the yard, butterflies were flying, Ikeno was washing with his back on his back, a towel on his shoulder, the muscles of his upper arms bulging, and in the sound of flowing water, he stood up straight, and the sharp lines were tightened downward, piercing into the narrow waist.

"I've been doing well lately," Chi Yinuo twittered, "and the teacher is also praising me, and my homework has been completed......"

Ikeno turned around, with water droplets on his face: "No." ”

"Why!"

Chen Xiangyang sorted out the clothesline: "Because you said last week that you went to the bookstore with friends, but the two of them hid in the bedroom and watched TV all afternoon, so you are not allowed to go out to play this weekend." ”

The nylon rope was stretched very straight, tied neatly on the nails, and the soft texture of the school uniform was lightly lifted, and Chi Yinuo looked pitiful: "Everyone is watching, I want to see it too......"

Ikeno lowered her head, and the little girl pouted aggrievedly, and she could tie her head to the donkey.

"First, you can watch TV," he half-crouched down, his eyes at eye level, "but pay attention to the time, otherwise it is easy to be short-sighted." ”

Chi Yinuo stared at his toes and didn't say a word.

"Second, you can't lie, we went to the bookstore and couldn't find you, right?"

Tong Huaiqing leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, his eyes squinted by the sun.

This person does manual work, doesn't seem to have much culture, and when he educates his children, he still has one set.

It's kind of like that.

"Third," Ikeno's expression was calm, his dark eyes sharp, "You were praised by the teacher and rewarded with a notebook, which is great, but it has nothing to do with not being able to go out to play this weekend, it's two different things." ”

Chi Yinuo's feet crushed on the ground for a while, and he let out a muffled "um".

That's it?

I don't struggle anymore.

It seems that Chi Ye speaks quite well at home, Tong Huaiqing has no younger brothers and sisters, and he doesn't like children very much, and he doesn't know how other families educate, but for him, if he is criticized like this in front of him, even if it is indeed his own mistake, he will directly pick on him.

The issue of face is very important.

Chi Ye rubbed the little girl's head, and when he entered the house, he rubbed shoulders with Tong Huaiqing, and clearly saw that the man raised his chin at him.

and a slightly mocking lip shape.

This time, Ikeno understood.

[As for it.] 】

Don't say so many high-sounding words, is it too harsh for an eight- or nine-year-old child to watch TV in the afternoon and be punished for not being able to go out for two days on the weekend.

Chi Ye's eyebrows are thick, he has just washed his face, his tail is a little messy, and at the narrow door frame, Tong Huaiqing is still holding his arms, not giving way to others, and his face is full of provocation.

Ho, it seems that ginger slices work.

The fever from falling into the water is also completely cured.

Chi Ye raised his arm to prop himself on the door frame, and the tall figure completely enveloped Tong Huaiqing.

"As for the habits that have been cultivated since childhood."

Tong Huaiqing's eyes were dark, and his eyes focused on the tooth marks that had just formed scars.

Close enough to see that in addition to this, there are also some small, long-term scars.

Scattered on the strong wheat-colored arms.

He looked away, the distance was a little too close, and he could feel the man's heavy oppression.

"There are no rules, there is no circle, Yang Yang is also watching," the voice was low, a little dumb, "After all, people teach their children in front of them, and they teach their wives in the future." ”

That's what I said.

The little girl is your sister, and what kind of godson is it, but she has to educate in front of others.

Besides, do you have a wife?

In the future, if your wife makes a mistake, you should not educate others in front of you, but pull them back into the house and close the door and clean up slowly?

Dog stuff double standard.

Bah.