countdown to winter

Chapter 37

Wen Xia couldn't think about why Shi Xing had his cell phone number at all, so he hurriedly apologized to Song Ning, went back to get his coat, Lin Shu grabbed him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I have something to do at home." Wen Xia was a little anxious, "Really, it's urgent."

"I send you."

Wen Xia didn't refuse anymore, Lin Shu drove him home, and he asked, "What's the matter with your house, is the gas turned off?"

"No, it's Shi Xing," Wen Xia rubbed the space between his brows.

"Shi Xing is still at your house?!" Lin Shu almost jumped, "Didn't you say - ouch, Wen Xia, you are too soft-hearted, everyone has confessed to you, how dare you recruit the little wolf dog into your home? "

Wen Xia sighed and told what happened.

Lin Shu turned a corner, didn't speak for a long time, and finally had no choice but to do it, "Then you should be careful and don't give hope to other children-he may, for too long, no one treats him well. That's why you treat him well." Well, simple and rude, I thought I liked it."

When they got there, Wen Xia got off the car and rushed into the building.

Lin Shu shouted from behind: "Call me if you have nothing to do, I'll wait below!"

Wen Xia hurriedly pressed the elevator on the thirteenth floor. The elevator seemed to be taking a very long time at this moment. As soon as the elevator door opened, Wen Xia took out the key and opened the door directly.

Unlike what he had imagined, the room was very quiet.

Wen Xia closed the door, before taking off her shoes, she called "Shi Xing", and searched from room to room, and finally found Shi Xing in the guest room. Shi Xing was covered with a blanket, curled up, and couldn't see his face clearly.

Wen Xia was startled, rushed over, bent down, and gently shook Shi Xing: "Shi Xing, Shi Xing...why do you feel uncomfortable?"

Shi Xing moved, slowly raised his head, his eyes were slightly red, and he whispered, "Stomach hurts."

"Go, the trees are still below." Wen Xia passed Shi Xing's creaking nest with his hands, ready to pick him up, "I'll take you to the hospital."

Shi Xing suddenly struggled, he gasped, lay back, and whispered: "I don't want to go to the hospital."

"Why don't you go to the hospital?" Wen Xia frowned. "It might be gastroenteritis. If your stomach breaks down, you'll have to suffer for the rest of your life—hurry up."

"It's not gastroenteritis," Shi Xing suddenly took Wen Xia's hand, and put it on his stomach. Wen Xia touched the smooth skin, froze for a moment, and suddenly withdrew his hand. Shi Xing looked at him with a very soft voice : "It's just a pain here, it will be fine in a while."

Wen Xia sat by the bed and touched his forehead, no fever.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Shi Xing said softly, "It's just boring."

"Maybe you've eaten something bad," Wen Xia said, "I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow—I'll make you a bowl of millet porridge, and you lie down first."

"Ah."

Shi Xing looked at him and said with a smile.

"You can still laugh!" Wen Xia knocked on his forehead, "You scared me to death."

Shi Xing covered his forehead, but it didn't hurt, Wen Xia's strikes were serious.

Wen Xia turned and went to the kitchen.

Seeing him leave, Shi Xing breathed a sigh of relief, his body stretched out, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up under the silver light.

While cooking porridge, Wen Xia called Lin Shu, and after confirming that he was fine, Lin Shu left.

The kitchen was full of the aroma of millet porridge, Wen Xia casually stirred it with a spoon, thought for a while, and put some more sugar in it.

Suddenly there were footsteps behind him. Wen Xia turned around and saw Shi Xing. He bent over, covered his stomach with his hands, and sat on the table in the restaurant. Wen Xia said, "Why are you here? Don't lie down properly, go back .”

"Teacher Wen," Shi Xing looked at him, his eyes curled up, "I... tonight, when I wanted to have dinner, I opened the refrigerator."

Wen Xia was taken aback.

"I saw the cake inside."

Wen Xia became inexplicably angry: "You ate the cake? How many nights has that cake been kept? Do you dare to eat it?"

"I'm very sorry, because of my willfulness, I didn't get the cake that day," Shi Xing lowered his long eyelashes, "I didn't know it would ruin my stomach."

He looked at Wen Xia with moist eyes, "Teacher Wen, don't be angry."

The porridge is ready.

"Why am I angry?" Wen Xia got the porridge and was about to bring it over, but suddenly thought of something, went back and took the porcelain spoon, and put it in front of Shi Xing, "Blow it and drink it, it's too hot."

Shi Xing scooped up a spoonful of millet porridge and said, "Teacher Wen, did I interrupt your play?"

"I don't have much fun there," Wen Xia said, "It's all the same."

The moon-white clock hanging in the living room, the hour and minute hands move, 23:58.

Wen Xia walked to the bedroom, took out the gift box, and put it on the dining table, "That time you left in a hurry and didn't care about it, here, I'll give it to you again."

"Well," Shi Xing put down the spoon, opened the gift box, and saw a red wine bottle and a black lighter.

Shi Xing held the lighter in his hand and turned it on. After a slight sound, the blue flame lit up. He raised his eyes, looked at Wen Xia, and said with a smile, "Mmm!"

23 points.

Shi Xing buried himself in the porridge.

The hour and minute hands merged, and the sound of fireworks suddenly sounded outside. Shi Xing looked up, the light was divided by the window, and shone on his face, bright and dark. Wen Xia looked at the fireworks and said, "Happy New Year."

Shi Xing: "Teacher Wen."

"Ok?"

"The last sentence you said last year was to me, and the first sentence today was also to me," Shi Xing said with his eyes bent, "Happy New Year."