Spontaneous Combustion

Chapter 16

Ruan Wei slammed the water glass on the table, making a crisp sound, and the glass almost shattered.

He doesn't have the strength to get angry now, and he doesn't want to get angry with Shen Tingmo.

Suppressing the crazily soreness in her heart, Ruan Wei turned and went back to the bedroom, and got into the quilt.

The already drowsy brain seemed to be buried with high explosives, and waves of severe pain invaded his nerves. It was shameful but useful to escape, Ruan Wei decided not to think about any questions about Shen Tingmo.

The body's self-healing ability was quickly activated, and the brain secreted enough endorphins, dragging Ruan Wei into a deep sleep.

……

Ruan Wei heard that she was crying, maybe it wasn't crying, but a weak choking sob. : Produced

His brain has woken up, but his body seems to be out of control. Ruan Wei can't control himself to stop crying, and he can't open his eyes. It's the sick body that is performing forced repairs, a strange experience similar to a ghost pressing a bed.

There was a warm touch on the forehead, and then something cool and moist rubbed across the forehead, around the eyes and cheeks, leaving liquid on the surface of the skin, and the water evaporated to take away the excess heat, making Ruan Wei feel comfortable.

He could hear two different breathing sounds, one was his own, which was slightly heavy due to nasal congestion, and the other was very quiet, as if he was afraid of disturbing others.

The sound of breathing came from above his head, and his whole body seemed to be enveloped by the other party, in an all-round protective posture.

Ruan Wei tried to move her fingers, touched some kind of cool and crisp fabric, grabbed a handful, but couldn't stay in her hand because it was too smooth.

"Are you awake?" A deep voice came from above.

Ruan Wei tried her best to open her eyes, looked up and waited for the white halo on the irises to dissipate before she could clearly recognize the other person's appearance.

"I..." Ruan Wei's pale cheeks were flushed sickly, she opened her mouth, and said with difficulty: "I want to drink water."

Shen Tingmo leaned against the bed screen, his two long legs that had no place to rest were propped up beside the bed, and Ruan Wei's entire upper body was pressed against his arms, like the posture of his mother when she was a child when she was telling stories to lull her to sleep, but even more so. Be intimate.

Ruan Wei was picked up, and a water glass with a little bit of residual temperature was brought to his mouth. He couldn't wait to swallow it. The temperature of the water was very moderate this time, and it didn't irritate his inflamed throat anymore.

"Do you feel better?" Shen Tingmo's fingers gently combed Ruan Wei's wet temple hair, on which there was sweat from when the fever subsided, and tears that slipped down when he was dreaming.

"Cough..." Ruan Wei fell asleep, and seemed to have forgotten what she was doing before going to bed, and what kind of mood she was in, and asked confusedly, "How long have I been asleep?"

Shen Tingmo put the empty cup back on the bedside table, raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "Two hours, it's already noon, do you want something to eat?"

"Well," Ruan Wei's thoughts gradually came back, remembering the scene where she questioned Shen Tingmo just now, she felt the embarrassment of being late, and now being held in her arms and cared for meticulously, she couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

"I was so dizzy just now, don't mind what I said..." Ruan Wei tried to sit up with the sheets on his back, but Shen Tingmo didn't let him, and wrapped his strong arms around his shoulders, letting him continue to lean on him.

Ruan Wei was even more at a loss, her ears and cheeks were flushed, she leaned stiffly on Shen Tingmo's chest, and whispered: "You know my bad temper, I like to talk nonsense when I get on top, you have never bullied me, I was talking nonsense, sorry."

"Well," Shen Tingmo accepts all of Ruan Wei's little tempers, he doesn't care whether Ruan Wei's accusations against him are true, he only cares about Ruan Wei's "I like you" in that context.

Is it as long as I show a little bit of liking for you? It turns out that Ruan Wei still likes him, Shen Tingmo thought.

All his uneasiness and self-blame were healed, thanks to Ruan Wei's tolerance and long-term love, which gave him the opportunity to make up for the past and change the status quo.

This is enough, maybe five years of patience and waiting are not wasted.

"You don't need to get up, I'll bring you the food." Shen Tingmo got up and picked up the small bed table next to the closet, opened it and placed it in front of Ruan Wei. It was for Ruan Wei to place his laptop when he stayed up all night playing games.

"Your eyes are so sharp, I let you discover this." The feeling of being properly cared for made Ruan Wei forget all the contradictions, maybe as his mother once said, Wei Zai is a cute idiot who remembers eating but not hitting.

"I also have one at home, and it will be easier when I read at night," Shen Tingmo tucked in the quilt beside Ruan Wei, and went to the kitchen to fetch the porridge that had been warming in the rice cooker.

The thinly sliced ​​tenderloin and green vegetables floated on the thick porridge surface, without a trace of oil, but there was a very appetizing aroma. Ruan Wei took the spoon in Shen Tingmo's hand, took a spoonful and blew it cool Then he couldn't wait to swallow it into his mouth, and said vaguely:

"Only a top student like you can use the bed table to read books. I use it to play games. It's a magic tool for staying up late. Tong Jing, a little genius, bought it for me."

Ruan Wei is not at all like a pampered young master when it comes to cooking. His eyes are shining when he looks at the food. He is not very picky about food. He eats delicious bite after bite, which can stimulate the appetite of people around him. Watching Ruan Wei eat is a hidden hobby of Shen Tingmo, which has a certain degree of addiction.

A large bowl of vegetable and lean meat porridge quickly bottomed out. Ruan Wei bit the spoon with unsatisfied desire, and said regretfully, "It would be more perfect if we could add some shiitake mushrooms."

"I placed the order in a hurry, I missed it," Shen Tingmo explained.

The resilience of the young guy is amazing. Ruan Wei, who was carefully fed by the owner, lost most of his sickness. His delicate nose is slightly red, and his eyes are like lakes shining brightly under the moonlight. .

This made Shen Tingmo very satisfied. After taking away the tableware and bed table, he took out the pills to be taken after lunch and put them on the bedside table, and told him: "You can take the medicine after two to 10 minutes of rest."

With the hot porridge in his stomach, Ruan Wei groaned in comfort, hugged his pillow and leaned against the bed screen to be lazy, "I wish I could spend weekends every day, there are always thirty days in a month I do not want to go to work."

Shen Tingmo's eyes fell on the pillow, and he didn't look away for a long time.

Ruan Wei noticed his gaze, rubbed her pillow, and said amusedly, "What? Do you think my pillowcase is very unique?"

As a serious bed lover, Ruan Wei's obsession with pillows can be said to be crazy. His pillows are not used for sleeping, but more like some kind of collectibles.

Others’ pillowcases are mostly clean and solid-colored for comfort, but Ruan Wei’s pillowcases seem to be stitched together. Thanks to the good craftsmanship of the tailor, the seams are smooth and smooth. Although it looks a bit strange, it is actually very comfortable to the touch. , There is a kind of old-fashioned plush feeling.

The large and small fabrics on the pillowcases are Ruan Wei's collection since childhood.

According to his mother, Ruan Wei has been using his bed since he was a baby. If he throws away his old pillow, this brat can howl and stay up all night.

After thinking hard, her mother, Qi Yun, cut a small piece of fabric from the old pillowcase and pasted it on the new pillow. As expected, Ruan Wei stopped crying that night and slept like a piglet.

This is the case every time a pillow is changed in the future, so this tradition has been continued and has been preserved to this day.

Ruan Wei’s current pillowcase even retains the bedding he had when he was a baby. Every birthday, he saves a small piece of fabric, as well as his childhood bib and sweat towel, which his mother often wears when she tells him stories. Clothes, the fabrics on the clothes that the previous nannies in the family used to wear...

It has been 24 years, and the smell and memory have been completely preserved on the small square pillowcase. Although some parts have been mottled and faded, they look dirty no matter how they are washed, and some have been cut off due to the serious aging of the fibers. It accompanied Ruan Wei through sweet dreams every night.

When Ruan Wei was a child, he had unfoundedly imagined that if the end of the world came one day and human beings would be forced to move into dungeons, then his little pillow must be on the list of luggage he must bring, right next to his piggy bank. over the tank.

After Ruan Weixian finished arranging his precious pillow, he quickly found a blind spot: "No, didn't you see it when you gave me extra lessons before? You still praised it for being beautiful, that was your first and only time Praise me."

Ruan Wei's memory is not wrong, every minute and every second spent with Shen Tingmo in the past is precious, during that time he cherished very much, Shen Tingmo had indeed seen this pillow.

At that time, the apartment that Ruan Wei rented was not big. It was a one-bedroom, one-living room suitable for students. The desk was placed by the sunny window in the bedroom. Whenever he was in class, Shen Tingmo would sit on Ruan Wei’s right side. Wei, and his soft-looking bed, and that fancy pillowcase.

Ruan Wei still remembers asking a similar question, "Is my pillow cool?"

Shen Tingmo's answer was: "Well, it's very special."

Regarding Ruan Wei's question, Shen Tingmo did not deny it, but his eyes still did not move away, staring at the pillow persistently, dense clouds gathered between his brows, and there was a dark swell in his eyes that gradually deepened.

With Ruan Wei's increasingly puzzled expression, Shen Tingmo walked back to the bed, his bony fingers landed on the pillow, pointing at a piece of gray and faded blue, and looked deeply at Ruan Wei:

"At that time, I hadn't seen it."

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No prize guessing, what kind of blue is this?