go together

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

It's about 10 minutes away from school to home, Zhou Yue has been lying quietly on his stomach, not wanting to say a word.

All the senses were concentrated on the lower abdomen, and the bursts of colic made her feel like a broken rag, twisted into a twist by someone's hands, and she couldn't exert any strength on her body.

Chen Han looks tall and thin, but he is not the type without flesh, his back is very generous, and his breath is refreshing.

It's very comfortable.

I was in pain all the way in a daze, and when I was almost home, I finally felt that the painkillers, which were like fake medicines, had some effect.

All the senses are in their respective positions. When you open your eyes, you see a patch of tanned skin. When you raise your eyes again, you see Chen Han's angular profile. The bridge of the nose is very straight, and even the eyelashes are long. The street lamps were turned down, coating his face with a layer of warm yellow.

"It's really the president." Zhou Yue was jealous in his heart.

After she finished observing unscrupulously, she suddenly realized that the two of them were really too close.

She was almost on his neck.

Her body was very cold, and she had poured several bottles of cold water, which seemed to soak the surface of her skin.As soon as the temperature difference came up, she could easily feel that Chen Han was a little hot.

Passing by a bookstore, the bright white lights inside reflected it, and she looked at it, and found that the base of his ears seemed to be red, hot red.

tired?

It's not red anywhere else.

Ouch?

Zhou Yue thought in a daze, when she lost her mind just now, she shouldn't be playing hooligans, right?

Once Lu Xianxian fell down the stairs and limped for half a month, Gao Yang carried her up and down the stairs for half a month.

She followed behind to carry her bag, and she didn't feel what happened to Gao Yang.

Zhou Yue glanced at it again, thinking that he is really easy to be shy.

It doesn't match her appearance.

"stop looking."

He made a sound suddenly, almost gritted his teeth, and just now he noticed that she raised her face to look at him, looked at him once, looked at him again, and sized him up for a long time.His gaze was undisguised.

Who is to be tested with this?

"Huh?" Zhou Yue let people find out that he was a little embarrassed for a while, but he couldn't lose his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "I look like a hooligan when you say that, but I don't want to watch it, I just watch it." You seem to be a little tired, you are already hot on this cold and windy day, I am embarrassed and wonder if I should tell you to let me down or something."

"It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?" He was angry, and he could only be more honest when he was sick.

"Actually, a little bit more." Her voice softened.

"Then don't talk."

Zhou Yue said obediently, and when he got to the elevator, he put her down according to her request, stood in the corner in front of the floor buttons, pursed his lips, put away all the expressions on his brows, and only frowned slightly , it makes people feel a little cold, strangers are not allowed to enter.

She felt that Chen Han's emotional ups and downs, which could only be seen from his appearance, were even more unpredictable than when her aunt was protecting her body.

Can't figure it out.

If this is a half-baked person, Zhou Yue might not even bother to talk about it, is he moody? Isn't that right?

But this was an acquaintance, so she wondered anxiously, if she had provoked him somewhere, she didn't dare to make a mistake.There was no one at home, and the two of them were usually at school at this time, so they couldn't figure out the whereabouts of the adults in the family, but they were used to it.

"I'm going to lie down for a while." Zhou Yue's body was limp, and he lay on the hard chair in the school infirmary for a few hours, unable to spread his hands and feet, so he shuffled into the room with a little apprehension.

Chen Han watched her enter the room, this person, once he sees someone in his eyes, he always feels that her behavior is different everywhere.

Zhou Yue just bent his back a little bit and walked a little slower, he felt that she was terminally ill.As she walked, she supported the wall with her hand, and he almost walked over without thinking.

After the sports meeting, he was dragged to dinner. During the period, he looked at his mobile phone a thousand and two hundred times. He saw her lying on the chair with a pale face in front of the window of the school doctor's office. The usual arrogance faded away. ...poking people.

He was quite helpless, scratched his hair angrily, and sighed.

You have something to offer.

Zhou Yue fell asleep until two o'clock in the morning, his stomach woke up first, and he groaned twice, and he woke up abruptly from hunger.

As soon as I opened the door of the room, I was stunned, and the lights in the house were still on.She walked into the living room, and Chen Han was sitting on the floor in front of the sofa, with one leg spread flat, the other leg propped up, his arm resting on his leg, writing and drawing with a pen and paper, and there was a table of homework on the coffee table this reference book.With his head down, he was very focused and his face was gloomy.

"What time is it, what are you doing? Didn't my mother come back?" Zhou Yue walked over and squatted on the coffee table, picked up a few test papers on the table, and was amazed, "Don't tell me you spend time studying to pass the time .”

too frightening.

"It was meant to be written. Uncles and aunts drank wine and went to bed early." In the third year of high school, there was no new class, that is, review. During the sports meeting, the test papers were handed out without any delay.

"Oh." Zhou Yue carefully flipped through the test papers and notebooks he put on the table. "People say you are a genius."

"A girl's imagination." Without raising his head, the tip of his pen scratched across the draft paper, rustling.He wrote a series of ghost-like formulas in a smooth manner.

It's pretty cool, Zhou Yue couldn't help thinking.Seeing how he writes the questions seriously, he seems to be much cooler than a genius.

"Are you hungry?" He asked suddenly.

"Ok?"

"There is something to eat on the coffee table." He put down the pen and paper, looked up and said, "It needs to be warmed up, it's getting cold."

Zhou Yue looked over and saw that it was a delivery from a porridge shop nearby, which was neatly placed there and had not been opened. She felt hot and said quickly, "I will do it by myself, you learn."

She cooked porridge and snacks, sat on the ground in front of the sofa like Chen Han, and did not dare to disturb others, only the sound of writing was heard.Lying on the coffee table to drink porridge, and biting into a rotten boiled red date, it was a bit of a surprise.

"Take the medicine after eating." Chen Han said.

Zhou Yue was still in a daze, and asked in a daze, "What medicine?"

When she looked at it, she found that there were two boxes of medicine next to the delivery box. She didn't know the word for pills.

"I went down to buy refills just now." Chen Han moved his legs unnaturally, "I passed by a pharmacy, so I went in and asked, and they said it would work."

"Oh." She flipped through the invoices inside, "What a box of one hundred and eighty one." Opening the box, there was a small bottle, each with the smallest balls, "This one costs quite a few dollars."

Chen Han was a little helpless, "Aren't you the second generation rich, you're still counting on this."

Zhou Yue remembered that she threw an Apple phone to make up the persona, which was really rich and poor, and accidentally broke the persona.

"I'm not called rich second generation." She said sternly, "I'm called a nouveau riche, do you know what a nouveau riche looks like, that is, wearing gold and silver, buying electronic products and throwing away one after another, eating bird's nest and eating one bowl after another. , all the money is spent on decorations outside, and the rest is searched."

She frowned, "That's just me."

"Glib," he said.

Zhou Yue snorted and laughed a few times, "When did you write, didn't you sleep, are you all like this?"

"It's okay if you don't sleep." He looked at the time, "I don't seem to be able to sleep now."

"It's okay to not sleep, do you often stay awake?" She was surprised, he seemed to have been sleeping very late.Sometimes when she rubbed against the halo, she wrote and lay down on the table and fell asleep. After waking up, he would still talk to the writer, "Are you insomnia?"

"I'm used to it." His tone was flat, "It's boring if you can't sleep. Why don't you find something to do."

"You're used to dying suddenly, just kidding." Zhou Yue glanced at the cigarette butts in the trash can, got serious, and then smoked the test paper in his hand, "Go to sleep."

"Do not......"

"Or I'll sing you a lullaby," she said. "You choose."

Chen Han had no choice but to stand up and clean up his homework. Zhou Yue washed the dishes and chopsticks after eating, made two more glasses of milk, and gave him a glass, "I'll cultivate good habits for you."

He was bored in one mouthful, sweet and greasy.

Under the pressure of being forced to listen to lullabies, he went back to his room and lay down.It seemed to be raining again outside, and a layer of mist formed on the window, turning into water droplets and laying down, gradually getting heavier, and the rain was pattering.

I haven't been sleeping very well. It seems that I haven't slept very well since high school.

Sometimes with the lights on, I feel confused for a while, and I always feel like there is someone around me, and I can't sleep well.

A person always looks very deserted.

You have to find something to enrich your mind, and if you have something to do, it doesn't matter.

He lay down for a while, and felt that his mind was really clear. Just as he lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, the mobile phone in front of the bed rang.

Someone in Zhou seemed to have a pair of perspective eyes. The old man squatting at the door with a ruler in his hand, pinched his finger and sent a message. It was a link to a song, "This sleep aid, trust me."

"Good night."

He looked at a faint light in the crack of the door, and a soft male voice whispered in his ear, "Through the blurry darkness, Who'sveilingonthetwilight..."

It is a rare fit with the sound of rain outside, very quiet.

That's a good word, he thought, better than a lullaby.