The path of genius evolution

Chapter 16 Hotel Night Chapter

Reid has always felt that there is nothing about him that makes people like him.

He has a good mind, but the way he behaves makes people angry. Man expressed his desire to beat him more than once, although he knew it was a good-natured joke.

As for personality, Reid glanced at Scott, not to mention Scott, even if he can only be like man, it will definitely make communication easier--a digression, for this kind of thinking, man can beat him even if he really wants to understand.

Maybe it's because I'm not mature enough? Reid can only come to this conclusion. Although he is 23 years old, he still doesn't understand many things in the world.

But now, a Mr. Scottsterling, who is lying on his bed beside him and has the capital of a heartthrob, casually said to him that he likes it. ——Please don't pay attention to these idioms that can't describe Scott at all. The genius doctor is a bit confused, not to mention the words, his grammar may have problems.

But Scott brought the topic back to the focus of the matter in the next second: "Is your task to invite me to join bau, or to convey to me the desire of the US government to want me to join bau?"

"There's a difference?" Reid tried his best to use short sentences to hide the turmoil in his heart, hoping that Scott wouldn't notice his abnormality.

Scott nodded solemnly: "I have a reason to accept the first one, and I have the right to refuse the latter one."

"What's your reason?" Reid's tongue is much faster than he can control his emotions, especially when he just said a bunch of words in front of Scott, each sentence is enough for him to write a thousand-word review.

"I don't want your mission to fail." Scott said matter-of-factly, then he glanced at Reid, and then said, "I have to say, Reid, you're not very good at hiding your emotions. What did I say that upset you so much? "

Reid was silent, he dared to ask.

"Is it because of the sentence that I like your real appearance?" Scott thought about his reactions before and after, and it was not difficult to come up with the answer.

His teasing tone made Reid have mixed feelings, and a lot of messy thoughts popped up in his mind instantly.

Scott looked at his colorful face, and lowered his voice helplessly: "I mean it seriously, Reid."

"..."

"But you acted as if you didn't have any affection for me." Scott really sighed this time.

Reid felt his face turn red, his tongue was numb and he couldn't speak, and his heart almost stopped.

Scott continued: "Am I that a failure as a friend?"

So it was just a love between friends...? ! Reid couldn't help but wonder why on earth he thought about the relationship between the two of them in other directions... Oh yes, because Scott said about his two guardians before the conversation started, he tacitly accepted that Scott was also gay.

Reid gave Scott a look of apology and sympathy.

Scott felt all kinds of unease when he saw him.

But the end of the conversation was pleasant, and they went to sleep after Reid raised his hand to turn off the lamp.

In the middle of the night Scott felt his hand being lightly touched. Years of training reflexes made him tense up and opened his eyes almost at the same time and went into alert mode, but then he realized it was Reid's hand.

Reid's hands are not small, probably because of his size, he is tall.But his fingers are very slender. He doesn't like high technology, and the hand that holds the pen all the year round has worn out calluses in several places.And Scott knew so well because Reid reached out and took his hand.

Reid seemed to be haunted by a nightmare, he was very restless, and his breathing was slowly becoming heavy. Scott thought that he would recover after a while, but he didn't expect Reid's condition to get worse and worse, he even started talking and holding Scott's hand harder and harder.

It hurts a bit, but that's not a problem.

Scott turned on the light, and he whispered his name in Reid's ear, but Reid still didn't wake up.

Seeing that Reid's eyes were tightly wrinkled, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, Scott simply supported his shoulders and made him sit up: "Reid, don't stay in bed at dawn!"

Reid was so tormented that he slowly opened his eyes, and he looked at Scott blankly for a while: "What's wrong with me?"

"Nightmare," Scott said succinctly, realizing something was wrong with Reid.He put his forehead against Reid's, and helped him lie down again. "You have a fever, Reid. I'll go outside and see if any pharmacies are open."

If you think about it, you will know that he has been spinning around without sleep for several days. His body is not strong, and his nutrition is not up to standard. It is strange that he is not sick.

Reid held him back: "Let's see a doctor tomorrow, it's so late, and there's no pharmacy nearby."

Reid's already small voice had become even softer and hoarse due to the fever.

Scott pulled his hand away from Reid's already loose hand, and he turned off the air conditioner in the room: "I'm going to boil some water."

"Thank you, Scott." Reid didn't stop him this time, looking at the other person's back, he said again: "It's good to have you by my side at this time."

Scott connected the electric water heater that was connected to the power supply: "Did you just say something Reid? I didn't hear it."

"Nothing." Reid blinked.

Scott went to the bathroom and took a towel to wipe his sweat: "Did you mean you were hungry and wanted something to eat?"

"..."

"So you're bored and want to watch some TV? A late-night premium channel?"

"Your imagination is so rich." Reid couldn't help but gave him a supercilious look.

"Tell me, honey, how would I know if you don't tell me?" Scott rubbed his eyes, feeling sleepy once he relaxed.

Reid ignored him on this topic: "Go to bed, I'm fine."

"Leave the patient aside and sleep with peace of mind. The military doctor will probably read to me for two hours, during which there are also personal attacks and mental torture from the consultant detective." Scott felt sympathetic.

The last time he was shot because Sherlock knocked over a basin of warm water onto his bandages, Watson read Sherlock for three hours and ignored all the peace signals and truce eyes from the detective until the other party relented.

At that moment, Scott even forgot that his wounds wanted to tell the world: look, that arrogant bastard will have this day.Closer to home, standing in Watson's camp is always right.Because Sherlock always likes to fight against everyone, and Watson has learned a lot of practical experience in fighting Sherlock, and he is the only unscientific existence that can make Sherlock change his mind and help the other party speak human words on certain occasions.

Scott found himself sort of understanding why everyone thought they should be together in the first place, because Sherlock and Watson were indeed a good match.

From the above point of view.

Although the brain has made a judgment to think about the business, Scott's thinking is still running farther and farther uncontrollably. It is unknown whether he has controlled it or not.

In the warmly lit room, Scott sat silently beside the bed, his expression was very serious, giving off a gentle yet powerful feeling. Reid was lying on the bed, he looked into Scott's eyes, looked at Scott's outline, somehow felt that time had stopped in this space.

However, the electric water heater beeped again, reminding him that time was still passing.But as long as he's still looking at Scott, he'll faintly feel that the fever isn't that bad, at least he doesn't feel that damned lonely feeling right now.

On the contrary, I feel at ease.

Life is lonely, and some people are lucky to meet someone who brightens up their lives.

But Reid wasn't going to put Scott that high.

Scott's appearance is just a ray of light in his life, giving him warmth and relaxation.But these are just a ray of light passing by by chance in the long river of life. He can guide himself to walk a long way, but after all, he cannot decide the direction, nor can he give him strength.

He is neither a help nor a burden.

He's just someone who walks with you through a difficult time.

When the time comes, they will go their separate ways and continue to shine on different paths, or be guided by the light of others.

At this time, when he was young, with mixed thoughts, facing the undercurrents of life and many choices, the person he met was Scott. Reid considered himself lucky enough.

Reid quickly fell asleep.

The brain, which was a little confused due to the increase in body temperature, had no power to resist when it fell into the darkness, but unexpectedly, the lingering nightmare was also far away from him.

This night, sleep was no longer a torment.

Scott wasn't in the room when Reid woke up in the morning, covered in two air-conditioned quilts, sweating from his body.But the symptoms of fever are much better. Except for a little fatigue, everything else is fine.

He looked at the water in the basin beside the bed. The white towel was on the side. He reached in and the water was still warm. Scott wasn't in the room, but hadn't been out for long.

Reid walked to the bed and pulled the curtains aside, the summer sun exuded its charming luster in the early morning, and the protracted exposure had just kicked off its prelude to appearance.

Taking two changes of clothes out of the bag, Reid went to take a shower.In order to wash away the sweat and exhaustion all over the body, welcome a new beginning.

And when Scott came back, he was brushing his hair, his lanky back was facing the door, casting a vague shadow on the wall.

Scott raised the bag in his hand: "I went to buy some medicine, but I didn't expect you to wake up early."

"Probably because I slept well last night."

"Because I'm with you?" Scott put the medicine on the table, then walked over and opened the curtains.

Just like that, the golden sunlight rushed in and filled his arms. Scott turned around, his whole body seemed to be melting in the morning light, his young and slender body showed a vigorous vitality.

Reid stared at him, the glare making him squint his eyes.In fact, he didn't want to refute in his heart, but he said: "Who is because of you."

After packing up his things, Scott leaned against the window: "When you are well, let's go have breakfast together."

Reid felt a soft corner of his heart being poked again, he put down the towel and nodded.