Mr. Perfect And Miss Almost

As soon as Zhang Sinian pushed open the door, he saw Peanut Candy lying in front of him. As soon as I saw him, I yelled barkingly.

Zhang Sinian rarely saw it screaming so hurriedly, and it was always a soft moaning sound on weekdays.

Peanut candy has been stale recently, and I haven't eaten much. Seeing him waiting at the door, he was a little anxious. Zhang Sinian thought he hadn't eaten well and was too hungry. He was going downstairs to make some food for him. Unexpectedly, the peanut candy bit his trouser leg and walked into Yun Shu's room.

Yun Shu's door was wide open. Peanut Candy pulled him slowly, rubbing against the floor almost bit by bit.

Zhang Sinian knocked on the door and got a dazed response, a little worried, and walked in.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Yun Shu curled up on the bed, frowning.

"Yun Shu." Zhang Sinian squatted before her bed and called her name again.

Yun Shu finally turned around, revealing a messy head with curly hair from the quilt. His words were a little unclear, and his crisp voice in the past was so hoarse: "Teacher Zhang."

His fair face was faintly with unhealthy flushes, and his lips were pale and chapped.

After saying hello, he continued to close his eyes and drilled into the quilt.

"I'll touch your body temperature." He reached out and touched Yun Shu's forehead, a bit hot.

Yun Shu probably felt a cold touch, rubbed his forehead against his palm, and made it itch with curly hair rubbing against his palm.

There was something unclear in his mouth, and the breath he exhaled was hot.

Zhang Sinian frowned and went to the medicine cabinet downstairs to take out an electronic thermometer and anti-fever medicine.

The thermometer was close to his forehead, and it quickly showed the temperature. 38°5, the burn is not light.

He shook Yun Shu, woke her up, handed her the anti-fever medicine, and took it.

Yun Shu was a little confused about the fever, but the medicine went on smoothly.

After feeding the medicine, Zhang Sinian found a quilt to press on her, covering her sweat.

Then I found the medicine that peanut candy was taking recently from Yun Shu's table, and prepared to mix it into his breakfast later.

Looking at the people in a ball on the bed and the dog lying next to the bed, my brows wrinkled slightly—there was another sick person in the house.

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The cause of the fever has to be traced back to last night.

Yesterday, the skateboard Yun Shu ordered from abroad, after waiting for almost a month, finally arrived. I took it apart as soon as I received the courier. I sat cross-legged on the floor of the living room all afternoon, pursing my mouth, and tossing with the skateboard wheels and wheels for the whole afternoon. Even the peanut candy biting the bell toy she gave was clanging aside and couldn’t distract her. attention. Once assembled and lubricated, he happily carried the skateboard out of the door, entrusting him with peanut candy.

In her words, it was an appointment with a friend to go out to wash the streets. According to Zhang Sinian's understanding, it was to walk around the streets on a skateboard.

Less than an hour after she went out, there was a violent wind and heavy rain outside.

Zhang Sinian called and planned to pick her up, but the phone rang in the living room.

After searching for a while, I finally touched Yun Shu's phone in the seam of the sofa.

Zhang Sinian was helpless, thinking that Yun Shu, as a 21-year-old adult, should know that he was going to hide from the rain and buy an umbrella, so he went upstairs to the study to read the documents.

Unexpectedly, the sound of the rain subsided afterwards, and the hour hand pointed to nine o'clock, but it still didn't come back.

Peanut Candy has been lying at the door since he heard the sound of rain splashing in the room, pressing the toy Yun Shu sold to him on his front legs, and did not play with it. Brown eyes stared straight at the door.

The tiles at the entrance were cold. Zhang Sinian was worried that it would be cold, and wanted to take it back to the blanket near the sofa where it used to be. But Peanut Candy was just stubborn and didn't move, staring straight at the door, he had to take the blanket over from the window and spread it out.

Yun Shu finally came back almost ten o'clock.

As soon as the door was pushed, the peanut candy screamed out, stood up and rubbed Yun Shu's body.

"Hey, don't. I'm wet." Yun Shu reached out and held the peanut candy on his head.

She was wet all over, with strands of pink curly hair sticking to her face. She was already thin, and her loose T-shirt almost stuck to her body, just like a little chicken in the rain.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Zhang Sinian sitting on the sofa with a document spread out on his lap, obviously waiting for her to return.

"I'm sorry. I didn't expect it to rain when I went out, and I left my phone at home, which made you worried." Yun Shu shrank his neck and apologized.

Zhang Sinian looked at her like a chicken, Yun Shu's clothes were loose, and the colors were colorful, even if she got wet. But he still looked away, and pushed his glasses: "Go and change your clothes. Be careful next time."

Yun Shu took the peanut candy, and he went back to each room with the papers.

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The little milk pot on the stovetop is grunting and grunting.

The air was filled with an almost sweet aroma.

Zhang Sinian cut the sliced ​​ginger in his hand as thin as hair, and threw the sliced ​​ginger into the boiling brown sugar water.

The sweet and greasy aroma is instantly mixed into the spicy taste.

The brown sugar water continues to boil for a while. He turned off the fire and poured the hot brown sugar water into a cup covered with a strainer to filter out the **** shreds.

Put a portion of lean meat porridge in a bowl, hold it on a small tray, and take the breakfast prepared for peanut brittle, and go upstairs.

Peanut Candy was lying on the side of Yun Shu's bed. Seeing him come in, he didn't get up, just raised his head and rubbed his trousers.

Zhang Sinian put the medicated meat porridge prepared for it to his mouth.

Seeing the scene on the bed, he helped his forehead, a little helpless.

He just pressed a quilt for Yun Shu, trying to make her sweat, but Yun Shu felt hot, and at this moment, his hands and feet all unconsciously stretched out the quilt, and the white and slender hands and feet were exposed to the air.

He reluctantly pulled the quilt for her and woke her up.

Yun Shu's vision was a little fuzzy, confused, opened his eyes, and looked at Shang Zhangsi's narrow and deep eyes.

"Eat breakfast first." Zhang Sinian helped her up and put the tray on the bedside table.

"Thank you." She took the brown sugar **** tea that Zhang Sinian handed over, her nose was blocked at the moment, and her voice was a little dull.

The senses of sick people are dull. Zhang Sinian put a lot of **** in the tea. The air was full of spicy ginger, but her nose was blocked and she couldn't smell it. After drinking a whole cup, I only feel that my dry throat is moisturized, my stomach is warm, and my nose seems to be clear.

Then began to drink the porridge Zhang Sinian handed over.

There is no smell in her mouth. The sweet and spicy **** tea just now was better, and now the lean meat porridge really doesn't taste a bit in my mouth, plus I am sick and have a poor appetite. After a few sips, I can't drink it anymore.

Yun Shu put down his spoon and looked at Zhang Sinian pitifully: "I have no appetite..."

Zhang Sinian glanced at the remaining amount of porridge in the bowl, and said, "Drink it all."

Yun Shu raised his eyes. People who are sick are always more vulnerable. He blinked and wanted to act like a baby to see if Zhang Sinian would compromise.

When Yun Shu stared at him with watery eyes and looked at him pitifully, Zhang Sinian's heart softened and he was already shaken a bit. But looking at the unhealthy blush on Yun Shu's face, he still forced his mind: "I won't say the second time."

When cooking porridge, he also added **** flakes to quench the cold, and although Yun Shu has no appetite, people who are sick need more energy.

Upon hearing this, Yun Shu pouted, frowned, and stuffed his mouth abruptly.

"When you are done, I will cook your favorite dishes every week." Zhang Sinian said. In his impression, children usually have to be coaxed when they are sick. Although Yun Shu is 21, he believes that it should also be applicable.

Yun Shu drank all the porridge and put the bowl on the tray as a relief.

Zhang Sinian packed up the tableware and glanced at the peanut candy.

The peanut candy was lying there, and only half of it was eaten. However, his appetite has always been this way recently, and Zhang Sinian has never forced him to eat more.

Today's complexion looks worse than before. But some dim and muddy eyes were always looking in Yun Shu's direction.

Yun Shu moved a little to the side of the bed, and the peanut candy also moved to her, so that Yun Shu could touch it as soon as he reached out his hand.

Yun Shu rubbed his peanut candy head and smiled, "I'm fine, don't worry."

She touched it, and the peanut candy followed Wang Wu.

Zhang Si, who had already walked out of the room with the tableware, heard the movement, and when he looked back, he saw that most of Yun Shu was leaning out of the quilt. The thick quilt he was pressing had already slipped off the bed due to Yun Shu's movements. For the most part, one corner has already touched the carpet.

"Have the quilt covered, do you want to get rid of the fever again if you catch the cold?" Zhang Sinian swept over and said seriously.

Yun Shu san retracted his arm and pulled the quilt. A small head stretched out from the quilt. The corner of his mouth was deliberately bent upward, his eyes were innocent, and I looked like I was very well-behaved.

Zhang Sinian couldn't help but smile and shook his head, but he didn't know what to do.

On a hot day, Yun Shu was really uncomfortable with two quilts on his body.

Hearing Zhang Sinian's footsteps downstairs, he secretly planned to wait for him to go to work, and then secretly pull the quilt down.

She raised her ears and heard Zhang Sinian's footsteps going downstairs and then upstairs. She was a little expectant. Zhang Sinian should change his clothes and go out.

But she didn't wait for Zhang Sinian's footsteps to come downstairs, and eventually the footsteps stopped at the door of the room from near to far.

Yun Shu quickly retracted the arm that secretly extended a little.

Zhang Sinian naturally saw this movement, with a slight smile between his brows and eyes.

He took a book in his left hand and a folding chair with a backrest in his right hand, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Take a good night's sleep and sweat, and it will be fine." Zhang Sinian wrung a wet towel from the bathroom and put it on her head.

Then he leaned on the seat, looked down, and started to flip the book in his hand.

"Aren't you going to work today?"

"Nothing, it's okay at home." Zhang Sinian replied plainly.

Monday is busy in any company. At this time, he is probably already having a regular meeting on Monday. But there are two patients in the family, and he really can't let it go.

Yun Shu lay on the bed, looking up at him. His expression seemed to be as calm as ever. He was sitting facing the window, the morning sun outlined a handsome outline, his lips were gently pursed, and the arc was very cold.

Yun Shu felt hot at first, but under Zhang Sinian's pressure, he didn't even open the seams of the quilt. The anti-fever medicine gradually began to take effect, and he fell asleep in a daze.

When Zhang Sinian saw her asleep, he shrank into a ball on the bed again, with a large quilt arched up, and all the air leaks around his shoulders.

He compacted the quilt, but Yun Shu was restless in his sleep. After a while, when he turned over, the quilt was not tightly covered again, and the wet towel on his forehead also fell off.

Zhang Sinian had to turn around, press the quilt for her once, and put on a wet towel again.

During this period, Yun Shu woke up in a daze, obviously his mind was chaotic, but the scene where Zhang Sinian was crushing her was clearly remembered. She slept and woke up, woke up and fell asleep in a daze. I don’t know if this picture reappeared in her sleep, or Zhang Sinian had been pressing the quilt for her. When he recovered from the illness, recalling this illness, the first thing that appeared in his mind was Zhang Sinian sitting on her bed. Looking down and reading, the eyelashes on the eyelids are pitch black and the picture of reaching out to keep pressing the quilt for her.

The expression was as cold as usual, perhaps because the summer sun was too warm, she always felt that Zhang Sinian's dark eyes had a hint of warmth.