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Chapter 37 Who?Who are you talking about? ?

"咚咚" sounded twice, Shen Han held the door tightly and said, "I didn't mean that."

Wen Nian opened the door with a wooden face.

Shen Han poked his head in at a speed that he wasn't afraid of being pinched off. Wen Nian was startled, and subconsciously opened the door a little wider.

"You don't want your head?" Wen Nian was terrified.

"Why don't you just stay on my neck?" Shen Han asked, "Then when will you go back?"

Wen Nian lowered his head slightly, and glanced at Xiaomi in his arms: "Wait until the porridge is done."

"What if my brother hasn't woken up after cooking the porridge?"

Wen Nian thought for a while: "It's best to fall asleep."

When there is little pain, sleep is more effective than all medicines.

"Leave the medicine and porridge here, I will leave a message for him, Teacher Shen will take it by himself when he wakes up."

Shen Han dragged his tone and let out an "oh".

Wake up and eat by myself.

How callous.

Wen Nian looked at Shen Han: "Are you worried?"

Shen Han let out a "hmm": "It's uncomfortable to wake up in the middle of the night, and there is no one to take care of you."

Wen Nian was silent for a moment, then glanced at Shen Han's gray T-shirt: "Then why don't you go back and take a shower before coming back?"

Shen Han immediately retracted his head: "But my brother is such an adult, it's not impossible to be alone."

Wen Nian: "..."

"Then don't make it too late. If my brother wakes up after cooking the porridge, he should come back early."

"Okay, you go back and wash up early."

"Ah."

As soon as Shen Han left, Wen Nian turned and went into the kitchen.

The casserole seems to be hand-fired with underglaze color. There are some small penetrating patterns on the body of the pot, which is a bit primitive. It is also a rare kitchen utensil with traces of use in this kitchen.

Wen Nian wiped it inside and out, and soaked the millet after making sure it was clean.

He didn't cook much, but when he was in school, he often cooked porridge at home. According to the steps, he soaked the millet for about [-] minutes and then cooked it slowly in a casserole.

Bring to a boil over high heat and simmer over low heat.

Soon, the heat curled upwards, and the sticky bubbling sound of the casserole became the only sound in the whole living room. When it was almost stewed, chopped green vegetables were sprinkled into it.

Chenghuang millet with green vegetables, Wen Nian doesn't know if it tastes good, but it looks good.

By the time everything is ready, it's already 11 o'clock.

Back on the second floor, Shen Huaijing was still sleeping.

Wen Qing walked over lightly, and put the medicine box and a thermos cup filled with hot water on the bedside.

While cooking porridge, he also found a few hangover medicines under the sofa and coffee table.

Among the pill boxes with the words "stomach discomfort" and "stomach pain", the hangover medicine is unique and conspicuous.

Can hangover medicine be taken together with stomach medicine?Will there be adverse reactions?Wen Nian suddenly became suspicious.

Holding his breath, he squatted halfway in front of the bedside table, unwrapped the medicine box with an extremely careful movement, flipped through the instructions for the hangover medicine and stomach medicine one by one, and read them word by word with the concentration of the research report. .

Fortunately, there are no conflicting medicinal properties.

He felt relieved, took out the note and pen, and wrote on the position of the bedside table in the current posture.

"Brother Lin said that you have an upset stomach, so let me bring medicine over to have a look. The medicine is on the bedside table, and there is also anti-alcohol medicine. Try not to take it together. The hot water is in the thermos cup, and porridge is still warming in the casserole in the kitchen downstairs. , Remember to drink porridge to cushion your stomach before taking medicine - Wen Nian."

It seems to be a bit too much?

The tip of the pen paused, and Wen Nian finally crossed out the signature.

I was so focused on writing that I didn't even notice that the person on the bed had woken up, until Shen Huaijing's hoarse voice sounded: "Your knee is still injured, don't squat down."

The tip of Wen Nian's pen flicked violently, and the word "Nian" inscribed was blurred into a ball.

Wen Nian: "."

Wen Nian pulled the note away and stood up. He accidentally swept his wrist over the neatly stacked pill boxes beside the bed. The pill boxes fell to the ground one by one like dominoes.

"Scared?" Shen Huaijing asked softly.

It was probably because he was really uncomfortable. His lips were a little pale, and he was lying lazily, looking at Wen Nian with his head tilted.

"...No," Wen Nian leaned over and quickly picked up the medicine box, and put it back on the bedside, "Did I wake you up?"

He thought he was moving lightly.

Shen Huaijing smiled: "No."

Indeed not.

After I came back, I simply washed up and fell asleep. When the burning sensation in my stomach was not so strong, I slept peacefully. After the burning sensation overwhelmed the drowsiness, it was just like that.

Half asleep and half awake, he vaguely felt someone walking beside him, but the alcohol still remained on his body, so he didn't open his eyes.

He thought it was Shen Han - this kind of situation happened occasionally, Fu Lin would ask Shen Han to come over and take a look.

Until I heard the sound of paper being folded and rustled in my ears.

Shen Huaijing opened his eyes, but saw Wen Nian.

The man was squatting in front of his bedside table, concentrating on unpacking the medicine boxes—every box.

I took out the instruction manual from the inside, read it one by one, and scanned it line by line, as if I was studying some academic paper.

The light surrounded him, and the whole figure seemed to be immersed in the light, with a kind of softness that attracted the touch.

Shen Huaijing's alcohol-bound nerves gradually woke up in this light.

"What was written on the note." Shen Huaijing sat up, and during the movement, a button of the pajamas around his neck was loosened, and his whole body exuded a lazy atmosphere that was completely inconsistent with usual times.

He smiled, reaching out to him.

Wen Nian: "."

The note was held in his hand.

"Didn't you show it to me?" Shen Huaijing smiled again.

Wen Nian: "..."

It was for him to see.

But not for him now.

At first, he didn't think there was any problem with the writing, but when he thought that Shen Huaijing wanted to read it now, it seemed that there were problems everywhere.

... It's like when studying, the teacher corrects the paper after class and corrects the paper on the spot is always different.

Wen Nian's fingers were numb, and he handed over the small note... the note just now, the ball of paper now.

"As for some precautions for taking medicine, hangover medicine and stomach medicine should not be taken together, it is best to take half an hour apart." Wen Nian tried his best to "understate", turned around, and messed up the medicine box on the bedside table by himself, and tidied it up again.

The medicine boxes were sorted by size from small to large, and sorted by category. Shen Huaijing hadn't finished reading them yet.

Wen Nian: "..."

It seems that I only wrote a few words, how can I watch... for so long.

"The stomach medicine is taken from the program team's medicine box. They are all conventional medicines. I don't know if there is anything you can't take." Wen Nian finally broke through the silence and handed the medicine over.

Shen Huaijing put down the note and glanced at it: "There's nothing you can't eat."

It took dozens of seconds to read a note with dozens of words, but I only glanced at the medicine box.

Shen Huaijing got up from the bed: "Did you rub your knees with medicine?"

Wen Nian was slightly startled: "Wipe it."

Shen Huaijing's eyes fell on Wen Nian's knee, and he didn't speak, but the meaning was the same as that on the aisle at noon, with the word "check" written on it.

Wen Nian's ears were blushing, he didn't dare to look at Shen Huaijing, and his eyes didn't have a foothold, and finally nailed to the mattress that rebounded at a constant speed when Shen Huaijing got up, bent over, and rolled up his trousers.

Looking at the bandage, Shen Huaijing frowned: "Did you get scratched during rehearsal this afternoon?"

"No, I'm afraid I'll dirty the quilt while sleeping."

"If you feel uncomfortable, take it apart, just put some ointment, it won't get dirty."

Wen Nian let out an "um" and put down his trousers.

Taking a long breath, my heart seems to have turned into a soft cushion that sinks in and rebounds slowly.

"...Does your stomach still feel uncomfortable?" Wen Nian subconsciously glanced at the position of Shen Huaijing's stomach.

"Fortunately."

Fortunately... not uncomfortable.

"I cooked porridge downstairs, drink some to cushion my stomach, and then take medicine."

"You lie down, you go down and serve it for you."

With that said, Wen Nian was about to turn around, but was gently pulled by Shen Huaijing.

He chuckled and said, "It doesn't hurt enough to lie down and wait for you to feed."

Wen Nian: "."

The word "Hello" made the temperature on his face rise.

The two walked downstairs together.

Shen Huaijing's voice was soft: "Did you cook the porridge yourself?"

Wen Nian nodded, hesitated for a moment, and took a vaccination in advance: "I'm not very good at it, so I cooked it casually without adding any seasoning, so the taste may not be very good."

The unique aroma of millet lingered throughout the kitchen. Wen Nian bypassed Shen Huaijing and walked quickly over to check the "homework" he was about to hand in. Fortunately, the appearance was still impressive.

Shen Huaijing leaned against the wall, just looking at him.

The burning sensation in the stomach hasn't gone away since he woke up, and the drowsiness is superimposed on drunkenness. There is a blunt knife in his mind, grinding his nerves all the time, but all the discomfort seems to disappear in the back in front of him.

When Wen Nian turned his head, he saw Shen Huaijing staring at him not far away, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Huaijing smiled, but did not speak.

Wen Nian came over with millet porridge: "The millet and green vegetables were brought from Erxia."

He paused, and his tone was a little more serious: "You have nothing in your refrigerator except coffee, wine and ice cubes."

Shen Huaijing gave a "hmm".

Wen Nian: "?"

Why is there no self-awareness at all.

Wen Nian: "... At least buy a bottle of honey."

Shen Huaijing looked up at him.

"Soak a little by yourself when hangover," Wen Nian said, "It's better than taking medicine. The hangover medicines are basically chemical drugs or traditional Chinese medicine preparations. They can be used as a first aid, but taking them all the time will cause metabolic burden."

Shen Huaijing took a mouthful of porridge and said slowly, "Understood, Mr. Wen."

Teacher Wen: "..."

Teacher Wen even forgot to ask if the porridge was good, and left the sentence "You eat first, I'll go to the kitchen to see" and turned back to the kitchen.

Back in the kitchen, I didn't know what I was looking at when I said "look".

After standing in front of the hot casserole for a long time, I found something to do from my chaotic mind.

He took out the insulated box he had found before, and filled a bowl of porridge with the patience and speed to pick out the chopped vegetables from the millet porridge.

"Do you want to take this insulation box back?" Shen Huaijing appeared behind him.

Wen Nian turned around quickly, his eyes fell, and he saw the empty bowl and spoon in Shen Huaijing's hand: "Brother Lin said you haven't eaten all day, it's not good to eat too fast."

"I didn't eat too fast, it's because you stood here for too long." Shen Huaijing said with a smile.

Shen Huaijing glanced at the insulation box again, Wen Nian followed his gaze and explained, "This one is for Shen Han."

Shen Huaijing: "."

Wen Nian: "He didn't eat anything at night."

Shen Huaijing: "."

Sudden stomach pain.

After eating the porridge, thinking about what Shen Han said "my brother doesn't like to take medicine", Wen Nian stared at the man who took the medicine again, watched him drink the last pack of granule, he was relieved, and turned his back to take the medicine. He let out a small yawn, revealing a trace of physiological water.

Shen Huaijing looked at the end of his reddish eyes, the thin tears hanging on the eyelashes, wiped it lightly with the pulp of his fingers, and quickly retracted it, so inadvertently that it seemed like a casual touch.

"Sleepy?" Shen Huaijing asked softly.

Wen Nian's eyelashes trembled violently, and his brain froze for a few seconds before restarting.

Did Shen Huaijing just wipe the end of his eyes for him?

Wen Nian: "..."

Wen Nian pinched his palm with his fingers: "Well, I'm a little sleepy."

"I should go back, I have to rehearse tomorrow."

"It's late, I'll see you off."

Wen Nian replied instinctively: "No."

Shen Huaijing looked at him.

Only then did Wen Nian come to his senses, he seemed to have said a little loudly just now: "A few steps away, it will be very fast, no need to send it off."

"...you took the medicine, go to bed quickly."

The sound becomes lighter every time.

Shen Huaijing looked at him, and finally gave a low laugh like a compromise: "Got it."

Shen Huaijing only said three words, but Wen Nian inexplicably felt that what he wanted to say was: Got it, Mr. Wen.

Wen Nian: "."

"Is there still water downstairs?" Shen Huaijing asked suddenly.

The potion was all used up when I first made it, Wen Nian took the thermos cup: "I'll go burn some."

I went downstairs to boil a pot of boiling water, filled the thermos cup, and brought it up, when the doorbell suddenly rang downstairs.

"Go back to bed early and be careful on the way." Shen Huaijing seemed to know who was downstairs, took the thermos and said.

Wen Nian went downstairs, and the person at the door was Shen Han, who was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and whose hair was blown like an upside-down broom by the wind: "My brother was worried, so he called and asked me to pick you up."

Wen Nian was startled.

So just now he suddenly asked him to go down to boil some water because he wanted to call Shen Han?

"Just a few steps." Wen Qing said in a young voice.

"It's not good to walk alone at night." Shen Han was old-fashioned.

Wen Nian: "...Didn't you also come here alone at night?"

Shen Han: "..."

Yes.

"But my brother said you brought me porridge, so you have to do something."

From the moment he received the call, his brother seemed to have said two things. The first thing was to pick him up, and the second thing was that Wen Nian brought him porridge.

Shen Han went back and drank a bowl of porridge before falling asleep.

The next day, at 7:7, the netizen watching Er Xiachenqi's live broadcast clicked into the page, and saw a line of characters - the live broadcast was delayed until 40:[-].

Everyone: ? ? ?

Not canceled directly but delayed?

What does delay mean?Just follow the broadcast, still get up in the morning, but let them sleep for 40 minutes more.

Director Wu Guang still has such a person? ? ?

A few words popped out of everyone's minds.

Row.

I admit that your little trick has seduced me.

I'd rather see what you're up to.

In just a few minutes, the number of reservations in the 7:40 live broadcast room easily exceeded 30.

Erxia Chenqi's live broadcast room has been "famous all over the world" since its inception, but the "threshold" is too high-the broadcast starts on time at [-] o'clock.

For the vast majority of night elves surfing the Internet, it is really harsh enough, but 7:40 is different. It is close to 8:40, and the surfing army is absolutely orthodox to wake up. Therefore, when the famous Er Xiachen After the news that the live broadcast was delayed by [-] minutes came out, the number of reservations quickly reached one million.

At 7:40, the live broadcast room and all the scheduled alarm clocks light up at the same time.

The newcomers who came in for the first time were excited: Excuse me, brothers and sisters, what is the bgm today?

The old people in the live broadcast room are full of confidence: the next music square coming to us is the famous erhu song "Horse Racing". When the erhu sounds, everyone applauds, and when the horse races come out, raise your arms and shout!

Sure enough, in the midst of raising his arms and shouting, a string of ... ... brisk piano notes slowly flowed out from the live broadcast room.

Everyone: "????"

The barrage seemed to stagnate for a short moment, and then surged.

[When I type a string of "???", it doesn't mean that I have a problem, but that you have a problem. 】

[I can do this question! ! !This piano piece is "A Midsummer Night's Cat". As the name suggests, it makes people think of the midsummer evening breeze and the little cat stretching and yawning comfortably in the evening breeze. I like it! 】

[Cute is very cute...cute ass!What about swallowing mountains and rivers as agreed?I came to listen to all the horses galloping silently, but you are meowing here? ? ? 】

[Newcomers, just here, said that they can feel the charm of Tongtianchedi's traditional rogue musical instrument, which can overturn the sky and awaken the sleepy soul. Did I enter the wrong live broadcast room? 】

[No, there was a traitor in the program group, who changed the playlist behind our backs, who is stabbing the brother in the back? ! 】

[Ye Qingjie. 】

If the netizens in the live broadcast room are still full of question marks, then everyone in Erxia will be horrified, and they will be blown away by this light and soothing piano music. It is obviously light music, but it falls in their ears, and it is worse than playing "Horse Racing" directly. Be scary.

"How did that sentence come from? It's like 'If I hadn't seen the sun, I could have endured the darkness', there is no sign at all? The sun came so silently? Let us Sleeping for 40 minutes?!" Xu Yixin sent out a soul torture: "Is this really the life we ​​deserve?"

Wen Nian walked down the stairs slowly.

A sentence drifted across the barrage at the right time: What day is today?Aside from the 40-minute delay, Niannian wasn't the first one to wake up?Ye Qing will get married again.

Just when everyone was puzzled, Li Siyuan walked in from outside the courtyard, took a sip of water, and said, "I just heard from the outside staff that the 40-minute delay in getting up today seems to be requested by Mr. Shen and the program team. I want us to sleep a little longer."

Wen Nian: "."

Everyone in Erxia: "??"

The radar-like ears of the water friends in the live broadcast room keenly caught the word "Mr. Shen".

【who?Who are you talking about? ? 】

Teacher Shen, Wen Nian, sleep a little longer... Xia Nan was suddenly jolted.

He raised his head abruptly, and looked at Wen Nian next to the stairs like a god: "Niannian, couldn't it be you who told Mr. Shen last night?"

【last night?what last night 】

Xia Nan consciously found out the lifeline of the problem: "Is it because Mr. Shen saw that you came back from him too late last night, and then—"

Before Xia Nan finished speaking, Shen Han tightly covered his mouth.

However, it was too late, Xia Nan's words resounded through the live broadcast room like a sudden thunderstorm in July.

Teacher Shen saw that you came back too late from him last night, and then——

The number of people online in the live broadcast instantly soared to an incredible number.

[Where did you come back too late last night? ? ? 】

【What did you come back from him last night? ? ? 】

[Why is it too late to come back from him? ? ? 】

The author has something to say:

"If I hadn't seen the sun, I could have endured the darkness" is a poem by Emily Dickinson, a famous American poetess.