first love is not too late

Chapter 11 "If you press again, something will happen."

11

Fu Shi'an still had a cold.

He seldom got sick, and he didn't take it seriously after he sneezed. When he got out of the bathroom, he happened to see Ji Mingyu sitting on the balcony carpet with a computer in his arms.A folk song was playing on the computer, with a gentle tone that overwhelmed the hazy rain outside.

The high-rise streets in the distance, the trees and pedestrians were all covered with a layer of gray veil, only Ji Mingyu's side face was clear, so clear that he could see his white toes scraping the carpet on the carpet with the music. Fluffy, somewhat self-satisfied and cute.

The time seems to be pulled back by the melodious music six years ago, when they were in college.

There is also a small balcony in the dormitory of the university, which is used to place some evergreen plants. Later, they probably neglected to take care of them, and those green plants gradually withered, even the tenacious cactus was no exception.All the other dormitories are alive and well, only them.Xu Mian made it up several times and took good care of it, but the result was still unsatisfactory. Their dormitory was even nicknamed "plant killers".

After giving up the green plants, Ji Mingyu used the few solid wood boards they had left over from their project to turn the small balcony into a bay window, covered with thick blankets, and became a place for them to take a nap in the afternoon.

Fu Shi'an's bed is directly facing the balcony. When he wakes up from a nap, he can always see Ji Mingyu sitting in the sun reading a book, or watching a movie with headphones on. Sometimes when his eyes meet, Ji Mingyu will smile at him and ask him Do you want to watch a movie together?

The phone ringing suddenly brought Fu Shi'an back from his thoughts. Fu Shi'an walked to the bed and saw Ji Mingyu picked up the phone and started playing with it. Fu Shi'an was wiping his hair while looking out the window.

After a while, Ji Mingyu put down his mobile phone and started to type on the keyboard. From time to time, he looked through the books at hand, and took out a white paper to write and draw.Fu Shi'an knew that he was conceiving, and also knew that he would get used to putting the signature pen on his ear after he stopped writing.

He obviously doesn't smoke, but his posture is more comfortable than that of an old smoker.

Fu Shi'an laughed, took the book and lay down on the bedside, he could still see the white toes moving around in the corner of his vision.

When the agent showed him the house, Fu Shi'an had his eyes on the small balcony, and what made him make up his mind was the bedroom, with a wide view, the balcony and the city scenery in the distance were all in front of his eyes.

Ji Mingyu probably had trouble thinking, and his hands were never idle. He tapped the keyboard for a while, tapped the phone for a while, and crumpled the manuscript paper into a ball to "shoot" towards the living room from time to time.

The translation of the book in his hand was confusing, and Fu Shi'an felt his head heavy after reading it for a while, and he was very sleepy. He put the book down and lay down, his eyelids gradually became heavy with the ethereal background music, and finally closed.

Ji Mingyu leaned there for a long while, didn't write a fart in the story, but took out his mobile phone and ordered a beanbag on Taobao.

After sitting for a while, he ordered another takeaway.

Fu Shi'an stayed in the room after taking a shower, not knowing what he was doing.When the takeaway was delivered to the door, Ji Mingyu knocked on Fu Shi'an's door with a box of fried chicken in his hand.

He is not a person who eats alone. Fu Shi'an brought him snacks all the way, and he should return a portion.

Knocked on the door twice, but there was no response from the room. Ji Mingyu was a little strange. Fu Shi'an was always sensitive to sound. When he was in college, he slept on the upper bunk, and Fu Shi'an knew when he farted. He whispered "Yuanyuan."

The dark clouds floated back again, and the light in the room was dim, Ji Mingyu could only see the quilt on the bed bulging.He lightly closed the door again, went back to the balcony and turned off the computer music.

A whole box of fried chicken went into Ji Mingyu's stomach, probably because of the endless aftertaste of the fried chicken, Ji Mingyu's coding speed also increased a lot, and those words and sentences jumped out in a queue in his mind.

The sky was gradually darkening, and the remaining light was covered by the black clouds. Ji Mingyu finished the sentence and stretched his waist. He lost all feeling in his twisted legs. Wait for the tingling to pass.

The room was dark, except for the light on his computer. Ji Mingyu frowned and gradually realized that something was wrong. Fu Shian was used to taking naps, but most of them only slept for about an hour. Five or six hours passed this afternoon and he still hadn't woken up.

Ji Mingyu's heart sank, and he dragged his numb right leg towards Fu Shi'an's room. Every step he took, he felt ten thousand ants gnawing at the soles of his feet. Di Ji Mingyu's knee went numb, and he rushed to the bed.

There was a piece of softness under the elbow, hearing a muffled hum, Ji Mingyu's heart skipped a beat, and he stretched out his hand to pull the quilt, "It's all right, it's all right."

"Hmm..." Fu Shi'an finally woke up, his voice murmured to hide the pain, "If you press again, something will happen."

The pressure on his body disappeared instantly. Fu Shi'an raised his eyelids and sat up, and saw Ji Mingyu half-kneeling beside his bed, with his hands raised, with a frightened expression on his face, his already heavy head was completely covered, "You... What kind of hysteria."

Ji Mingyu also realized that he looked very stupid, so he laughed and dragged his unconscious legs to get up and sat on Fu Shi'an's bed, looking sideways at Fu Shian's messy and fluffy black hair, his face flushed even more, and immediately Get nervous: "What's the matter with you?"

"It's okay." Fu Shi'an shook his head, "I'm a little dizzy after sleeping for a long time..."

Before the pain was finished, a cool palm was pasted on his forehead.

"Fuck, it's so hot." Ji Mingyu withdrew his hand and shouted, "Did you have a fever?"

Fu Shi'an also touched his forehead, "No, it's because your hands are too cold."

Ji Mingyu touched his forehead and it seemed to be cool, but seeing Fu Shian's listless look, especially his pink face like a peach, Ji Mingyu had doubts in his heart, so he held Fu Shian's shoulders and leaned over Pasted his forehead on it.

The rain outside the window suddenly became heavier, and the sound of rain was overwhelming.

Ji Mingyu frowned and met Fu Shi'an's slightly surprised eyes. The heat from his forehead was more difficult to ignore than that burning gaze. After two seconds of silence, Ji Mingyu pushed away suddenly, and announced in a blunt tone: "I have a fever."

At the end of April, the temperature just started to warm up, but a rain brought the temperature back. Fortunately, Ji Mingyu's small medicine box was full of commonly used medicines.

After a while, Ji Mingyu took the medicine and went back. Fu Shi'an was still stunned when he handed over the water cup.

"Why, do you want me to feed you?" Ji Mingyu smiled at his bewildered appearance, probably because Fu Shi'an rarely got sick, and he rarely saw Fu Shi'an, who has always been mature and stable, showing such a childish appearance, Ji Mingyu found it interesting , and said with a bad taste: "It's not impossible, I'll think about it if I call out to my brother."

Fu Shi'an glanced at him, took the cup, and swallowed the antipyretic medicine.

In terms of age, he is eight days older than Ji Mingyu.

Sitting by the bed, Ji Mingyu looked at Fu Shi'an's room with eyes that had no place to rest. It was about the same size as his room. There was a bathroom next to the door, the bed was next to the window, and the wardrobe was opposite. At the end of the bed was a large desk under a desk. storage box.Fu Shi'an's living habits are very good. He never misplaces his things. The desk is neat and empty. There is a laptop, two or three books, and two photo frames, one large and one small. The larger one is a group photo taken when they graduated from their dormitory. The small one is a group photo of the two of them. In the photo, Ji Mingyu is smiling brightly and hugging Fu Shi'an's shoulder very affectionately. Fu Shi'an, who has been serious all the year round, also has a rare shy smile.

Ji Mingyu seldom took pictures, so he took a few more when he graduated. This photo was also stored in the phone album as a souvenir, but he didn't wash it out and put it in the bedroom like Fu Shi'an did.

Different people have different ways of remembering.

Ji Mingyu looked at it for a while, then chatted with Fu Shian about his graduation, and asked him, "Do you want to eat dinner?"

Fu Shi'an asked back, "What do you want to eat?"

He didn't really have much appetite, but his stomach was empty and uncomfortable.

Ji Mingyu said: "I don't eat, I ate a lot in the afternoon, and I'm still holding on." Before Fu Shi'an could speak, he took out his mobile phone and clicked, "You can eat porridge, lighter."

Fu Shi'an was clearly arranged. After eating the porridge, the fever almost subsided. Ji Mingyu was also relieved, and went back to the bedroom with a yawn. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Fu Shi'an to call him if he felt unwell.

Fu Shi'an's spirit improved a bit, and he resumed complaining: "Are you a pig, sleeping again?"

The man didn't wake up until one o'clock in the afternoon, and now he was yawning again and again before ten o'clock.

"Hey, Yuanyuan, why are you so heartless." Ji Mingyu turned her head, as if aggrieved: "I serve water and medicine at the same time, and you scold me as soon as your fever subsides."

Fu Shi'an said solemnly: "I don't mean to curse, just a metaphor."

Ji Mingyu: ...