It must be the winter vacation to play first.
As the Spring Festival approached, the Spring Festival travel tide also came. Jiang Mo people stayed in the local area, but they didn't have the trouble of not being able to grab a ticket to go home.
Luo Nanqiu went to school abroad, so naturally there was no Spring Festival, but there was a winter vacation. Originally, he planned to come back, but someone skipped grades unexpectedly and smoothly. When he was temporarily notified to go back to school to take make-up classes for skipping students during the holidays, he could only end up with nothing.
But Jiang Mo seems to be particularly unlucky this winter vacation.
Jiang Mo's family was only him and his father. Jiang Yanhao was usually too busy to touch the ground, and he didn't go home for the New Year's Eve. Jiang Mo simply stayed in Binjiang.
Neither of the father and son wanted to return to the old house, and they knew the reasons... Neither wanted to bring back some memories.
As for why it's unlucky...
It was Jiang Mo who was sick.
Jiang Mo was in good health. He hadn't been sick in the past two years, not even had a cold. This would be a lifetime of illness, high fever repeated, and endless.
Jiang Mo was so groggy that he found some fever-reducing medicine for himself, and then fell asleep.
He didn't know what to think either. Maybe he missed someone too much, so he couldn't help but wander to Luo Nanqiu's room next door to sleep.
People always want to draw warmth when they are sick.
He slept unsteadily, and his brows were wrinkled. He has been dreaming intermittently all night, dreaming of many people and many things.
He dreamed that his mother played the piano for him.
Dreaming of the time a family of three spent together.
Also... dreamed of Luo Nanqiu.
I dreamed that he was back and was not making up lessons.
They would squeeze into a desk, write together, or listen to music with the same pair of headphones.
He still slept in the same bed at night, but Luo Nanqiu was still so dishonest. He slept around and hugged his waist again.
The dream was as real as it could be.
Wrong.
It seems to be true.
Someone was really holding him.
Jiang Mo didn't care if his brain was dizzy for a while, so he suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was black.
In the middle of the night, when the lights were turned off, it was naturally dark.
But someone did hold him, and the warm body temperature and breath from behind were very familiar. His subconscious did not reject it, and he even closed his eyes with confidence.
Probably disturbed by his movement, the person holding him asked in a low voice, "Why are you awake? Do you want to drink water?"
Jiang Mo's consciousness was still chaotic, and all his movements were based on instinct. He nodded very honestly when he heard the words.
After a while, the lips pressed a cool, warm water was gently poured in.
It's soft.
I want to have more.
But the other party knew that he was sick, and he stopped after feeding the water.
A cold palm was placed on his forehead.
"... The fever hasn't subsided yet, go to bed first. Find a doctor tomorrow."
Jiang Mo originally wanted to struggle to say something, but the disease exhausted all his strength, and with the low and gentle voice, he could only fall asleep again.
The next day.
The fever-reducing medicine had some effect after all. Although Jiang Mo's fever had not yet subsided, it was not so hot, and his head would not be so dizzy.
When he woke up, he was in a trance, and he looked at the position beside him for the first time.
Empty, neat, nothing.
Even the touch last night was so real.
He was a little absent-minded and lay back.
Then he buried his face in the pillow next to him.
There is a faint mint fragrance, which is often the smell of Luo Nanqiu.
Is it really a dream?
Burn stupid.
