It's okay not to fry CP! [Entertainment]

Xie Muran didn't want to trouble He Zishu.

He knew that He Zishu had been practicing in the company for the past few days, almost day and night, so he came out for a day when he was free.

Coupled with their relationship, it is not good.

Xie Muran pulled the quilt over from head to toe, intending to sleep peacefully.

The little teammate poured warm water for himself, and even applied a wet towel, and he had done his best.

But just when he was about to fall asleep in a daze, Xie Muran felt someone wipe his face with a wet towel.

The cold touch and the burning sensation dissipated in an instant.

He opened his eyes with some difficulty, and the first thing he saw was He Zishu's flushed face.

"Have you been infected by me? Why is your face so red?" Xie Muran's fever was chaotic, "The flu doesn't come so fast, does it?"

He Zishu smiled: "I don't have any antipyretics at home, I just went to the pharmacy in the community."

Because I was worried about the sick number and the porridge in the kitchen, I ran in a hurry.

It hasn't slowed down until now, so the ending sound is still a little panting.

"You ran there?" Seeing the thin sweat dripping from He Zishu's forehead, Xie Muran was at a loss for words for a moment.

"It's in the community, not far away." He Zishu saw Xie Muran's embarrassment, and changed the subject without a trace: "When the porridge is ready, drink some porridge before taking medicine."

He Zishu took down the ear thermometer: "It's almost 39 degrees. If you still don't feel better after taking the medicine, you have to go to the hospital."

"39 degrees, am I so good?" Xie Muran opened his eyes wide, apparently also frightened by the temperature.

He Zishu changed a towel and catered to him without emotion: "Well, it's amazing."

"You don't need to cook porridge for me. There is bread in the refrigerator downstairs. I'll just eat something." Xie Muran said while carefully looking at He Zishu from the corner of his eye.

Never say no.

In fact, he didn't want to eat bread at all.

Not only do I want to drink porridge, but I even want to eat pig's trotters.

Xie Muran's eyes were so eager that He Zishu almost laughed out loud, so he could only suppress his smile: "I haven't eaten myself yet."

Afraid that He Zishu would regret it, Xie Muran didn't even put in any effort to think about it, and replied directly: "Oh, that's good, actually I don't have much appetite, just eat a little."

Rao He Zishu was highly suspicious of Xie Muran's "no appetite", but when the facts were in front of him, he still felt that he had underestimated him.

His sick little teammate.

Weak, poor, helpless...

But can eat.

And it is very edible.

"Zi Shu, you actually know how to cook? And you're so good at it." Xie No Appetite Mu Ran put down his chopsticks and burped, not at all like a person with a fever of 39 degrees.

"Haven't I done it before?" He Zishu handed over the pills while clearing away the dishes.

Looking at the bottomless dishes, He Zishu paused.

I always feel that I am so hungry, no one is watching, maybe I even want to take an extra pill.

So He Zishu said seriously: "You can only eat one, not more."

Xie Muran didn't hear what He Zishu said, and shook his head, "I was too busy when I first debuted, and I didn't have time to cook a meal."

"Then what happened afterwards?" He Zishu asked casually.

"Later..." Xie Muran said halfway, his tone suddenly sank.

Suddenly stopped.

He pursed his lips, and looked up as if he suddenly thought of something.

He raised his head very slowly, as if he was struggling to complete a series of movements.

Because it was burning, his face was still not very good-looking.

She was sick, but her eyes were bright.

He just looked at He Zishu like this, and said word by word for a long while, "I don't know, you suddenly ignored us, and even told Sister An that you want to fly solo."

It may be that when a person is sick, all emotions will be magnified.

So the grievance in Xie Muran's tone came out undisguised.

He blinked: "But..."

"Why."

The voice was hoarse, with a little crying voice.

He obviously spoke harshly, but his tone became lighter.

Xie Muran himself felt strange.

He actually wanted to say a lot, but in the end, what he said was not a blame, but a "why".

Why?

He Zishu also wanted to ask.

But he didn't know that the problem would end in this way.

What he doesn't know and wants to know is also what Xie Muran and the others don't know and want to know.

It was like plopping into a dead end.

The past that cannot be found has hardened into a stubborn stone and stands in the center.

The surrounding vines don't grow, and since waking up to now, I haven't left myself a place to stay.

He Zishu suddenly didn't want to bother to get a result, that would be too tiring.

Maybe it's just that the time has not come yet, and when the time comes, he will give them the answer.

It's just that right now, He Zishu doesn't know what Xie Muran wants to hear.

Seeing Xie Muran who was so childish because of his illness, as if he was about to cry, He Zishu just handed over the freshly made meringue tart in a daze.

Blinking eyes: "I'm sorry."

"Huh?" Xie Muran turned his eyes around the egg tart, and finally landed on He Zishu.

"Well," He Zishu stuffed all the egg tarts, "I'll give you all."

"sorry."

The warm wind, the sweet and greasy aroma of egg tarts, and the slow-moving thoughts.

Xie Muran didn't know why, he wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

He still didn't wait for an explanation, but he waited for a "sorry" first.

The order was wrong, the location and time were not official, and the gift of apology was only a few egg tarts, nothing more.

But Xie Muran let go of it lightly and skillfully.

It was as if, between them, this was supposed to be like this.

"I want to eat something else," Xie Muran turned sideways, with his back to He Zishu, stuffed under the quilt.

"Okay." He Zishu replied with a smile.

"I want eight dishes and one soup."

"it is good."

"I still have to eat pig's trotters."

"..."

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Lu Jinshen and Givenchy received He Zishu's news and were worried. After the announcement, they all turned around and went home.

When Lu Jinchen went upstairs, Xie Muran's door was half open.

Given leaned against the wall, but didn't go in.

"Sleeping?" Lu Jinchen hooked his hands and loosened his neckline, and the crumpled tie was hanging vaguely. He pulled it off, put it on the railing, and asked with his head down, "Has the fever gone?"

After a long silence, Given said: "It should be back."

"Should?" Lu Jinchen paused, "Did you take your temperature?"

Hearing this, Given said, he took a step forward with an unnatural expression, as if deliberately blocking Lu Jinchen's sight, and said, "No, I'm asleep, I'm afraid I'll wake him up."

"I'll go and have a look." Lu Jinshen didn't miss Givenchy's small movements.

I wondered if Xie Muran stole food again because of his illness, after all, it wasn't once or twice.

Given is easy to soften his heart.

He pushed the door open, but was stunned in place.

Then I knew the reason why Givenan took that step forward.

Under the dim light, Xie Muran and He Zishu were lying side by side, apparently sound asleep.

The quilt was half hanging beside the bed, wrinkled and wrapped Xie Muran neatly.

But He Zishu only covered half of it, put his hands on the side of the pillow, and curled up into a ball.

Lu Jinchen turned his head and looked at Givenchy. After a while, he smiled: "Block here, do you want me to see it?"

Given didn't answer.

"Tell me, what do you think." Lu Jinchen casually leaned against the door and glanced in He Zishu's direction.

"It's fine if you can't remember it all the time." Given went to the edge of the sofa, pulled off the thin blanket, and gently covered He Zishu.

The vain smile in Lu Jinchen's eyes sank, and he opened his mouth casually: "Is it fine without an explanation?"

"Yeah." Given nodded, "That's good."

Lu Jin raised her eyes deeply and took a deep look at He Zishu.

Probably because he felt the warmth, the man held the quilt to his chin, and the lamp above him covered him with a soft and harmless light.

Asleep, very quiet.

That way, it's fine.

Lu Jinchen knew that Givenchy was telling the truth.

For Givenchy, the current He Zishu is indeed very good.

Lu Jinchen still remembered what it was like when Given joined APEX.

At that time, Given was not yet an adult, he was the youngest, and he had just returned from abroad.

His temper was so hot that no one dared to speak up.

Xie Muran hadn't come yet, and Lu Jinchen had a lot of things on hand, so the task of "watching the children" was naturally entrusted to He Zishu, who had just grown up.

Lu Jinchen never thought of asking He Zishu to control Givenchy.

It was only later, after a while, when Given gradually lost his temper, that Lu Jinchen realized that He Zishu was far more suitable than he imagined.

Suitable to be a team member, suitable to be a friend.

At that time, the draft said that the mighty "Brother Ji" became obedient because he was afraid of the army.

But in fact, only Lu Jinchen knew, and even He Zishu didn't realize that it was He Zishu who Givenchy was most accommodating to.

He Zi is different from Givenchy in that he is a habitual existence.

That feeling is very pure, not complicated, there is no romantic thoughts, and it has nothing to do with love.

It's just simply getting used to the existence of a person, and then relying on him subconsciously.

So after those things, Given was very angry, but he protected him more than anyone else.

The two remained silent as if confronting each other, turned off the lights, and went out.

At the moment when the stairs turned the corner, Given suddenly said, "Brother, are you still angry?"

Lu Jin paused, his eyes darkened, his voice was suppressed so low that he seemed a little hoarse: "Why do you say that?"

"Feel."

"Who are you mad at?" Lu Jinchen turned around and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Him." Giveni's eyes were burning, and he didn't dodge at all.

"Because I'm afraid I'm angry with him and don't want me to see him, so you block the door?"

"Let me avoid him?"

There was no emotion in Lu Jinshen's words, Given that he couldn't even tell whether he was stating a fact or asking him a rhetorical question.

"Well, I don't want to make you angry," Given paused, "but I also don't want to make him feel uncomfortable."

Given lowered his eyes: "He is very afraid of you."

Because of Givenchy's extreme honesty, Lu Jinchen was stunned, and said with a smile: "I don't want to see him, but it doesn't mean I'm angry with him."

"Then who are you angry with?" Giveni was uncharacteristically, and his attitude of not giving up without pursuing the end gave Lu Jinchen a little headache.

Because even he himself didn't know who he was angry with and what he was angry with.

"Not mad at anyone."

"you're lying."

"You stay with them and live here well. Mu Ran is young and ignorant, and he has no memory, so pay more attention on weekdays." Lu Jin rubbed his forehead heavily, feeling a little headache.

"What about you?" Givenchy almost reflexively replied.

"The next few announcements are too far away from here, which is inconvenient."

Lu Jinchen opened his eyes and said nonsense, but the meaning in the words was obvious.

"What's the difference? What's the difference between you moving out and him moving out?" Givenchy frowned.

Given has not had such an "aggressive" attitude for a long time, especially towards Lu Jinchen.

Even at the most ignorant age, he seldom loses his temper at Lu Jinchen.

In this tense atmosphere, Lu Jinchen inexplicably thought of a sentence.

When Givenchy first debuted, his expression management was so bad.

As long as I don't deal with a word, I often have an expression of "how long will I pretend to listen to what the fuck are you talking about".

As the days went by, one of the most widely circulated emoticons among fans was "Brother Ji, forget it".

Lu Jinchen looked at the child in front of him, if the atmosphere wasn't really right, he would really like to say: Brother Ji, forget it.

"This is my home, where can I move to?" Lu Jin sighed deeply, the lights were too bright, and through the long shadow, he thought he saw Givenchy in his teens.

Don't eat oil and salt, don't eat soft and hard.

Once it is recognized, it is recognized, and no one will listen to any persuasion.

Maybe Given has always been like this, and it hasn't changed. It's just that it's been a long time, and I forgot it first.

"Then treat him better." Givenchy pursed his lips, "Don't keep attacking him."

It was as if he had completely forgotten who was the most vicious person who said "I don't mind you so much" before.

Lu Jinchen lost his temper when he was blocked for the first time.

This damn kid is just pushing an inch.

"Okay." Lu Jinchen replied helplessly.

"Brother, go to bed early." Givena nodded slightly, turned around and turned back, emphasizing: "He and Mu Ran are sleeping here tonight, it's fine, brother, don't disturb them."

Lu Jinshen: "..."

"understood."

The author has something to say: Some people, on the surface, are rebellious teenagers