MTL - On How Abusive Essays Become Sweet Essays-Chapter 17 hug me

The thunderstorm fell in the middle of the night. In the early morning, the unique fragrance of soil and vegetation after the rain floated in the air. After the rain, it was still cloudy.

The sky is overcast with clouds, the whole city is dyed with gray tones, depressing and dull, the temperature is low in the morning, and the wind blows with coolness, Yu Han does not have a holiday today, and has to go to school, But when the time came, he didn't get up as usual.

Bo Wang cooked two simple egg noodles, the soup base was drizzled with red oil, sprinkled with chopped green onion, and topped with fried eggs that were just golden.

He has been living by himself since junior high school, because he doesn't like strangers intruding into his neighborhood, so he can usually do it himself.

He has always been a very casual person when it comes to eating, but he spends most of his time at school, and only occasionally makes dinner and supper. , he can also finish eating without changing his face. How he cooks depends on his state of the day, which is reflected in the fact that he puts seasonings at will.

After Yu Han came, he would often get him something to eat. After he had tasted the meals Yu Han had cooked, his appetite was somewhat nurtured, so he was more particular about it.

At least it was impossible to fry an egg so nicely before.

Bo Wang glanced at the time on his watch, if he went to school today, he might be late.

He went to Yu Han's door and knocked on the door, but there was no sound inside, he said "I'm in" symbolically, and then pushed the door in.

Unexpectedly, a bag bulged on the bed, and the person on it was still lying. Han's face came.

Yu Han's lips were pale, but his face was very red, his brows were wrinkled, and he looked extremely uncomfortable when he fell asleep.

"Yu Han Yu Han—" Bo Wang lightly patted his shoulder, his hand touched his flushed face, the temperature was boiling hot.

The soft call finally woke Yu Han, Yu Han opened his eyes drowsily, the breath he exhaled was hot, he saw the frivolity, and stretched out his hand from the quilt to hold it Liao Bolang put his hand on his face, and shouted "Senior", like a chick with undisguised attachment, but his aura was very weak, just like the vegetable seedlings.

He had a dream—

In the dream, he returned to the haunted house, and the ghosts inside became real evil ghosts. No matter where he hides, he will be found. The regiment was buried between his arms like an ostrich, as if this would give him a sufficient sense of security.

But he is very cold, no matter how he shrinks into a ball, it is still cold.

Then a hand appeared out of nowhere, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him out of the corner, like a ray of light in the darkness, it was his yearning and his Redemption, the warm embrace embraced him, and the man said softly and firmly in his ear: "What are you afraid of, I am here."

This is the first half of the dream.

Further back, his earlobe was touched by the wet touch, Yu Han's body seemed to be hiding a fire, and it started to burn. The temperature inside made him reluctant to let go.

Then the dream became more and more absurd, the ghost disappeared, the senses were blurred in the dark room, the slightest sound was amplified infinitely, in a trance, a cool temperature came from his face, someone whispered his name in his ear.

He opened his eyes, saw the frivolity, his mind was blurred, Yu Han's conditioned reflex showed a state of defenselessness, and his dependence was unobstructed.

Bo Wang probed his forehead, frowned, and said, "You have a fever."

Yes, yesterday was not warm, it was windy and frightened, and it is possible to get sick.

Yu Han faintly heard a faint sigh, he slowly came to his senses, with a flushed face, tiredness in his eyes, and asked, "What time is it?"

"Lie down at ease, you won't hear anything if you burn it like this and go to class." Bo Huang pushed Yu Han back, who wanted to get up, he went out to get the medicine box, and when he came in again, the quilt on the bed was lifted Open a corner, the person on the bed disappeared.

Bad: "…"

Pretty persistent.

He put the medicine box on the bedside, went to the bathroom outside to find someone, the bathroom door was closed, Bo Wang knocked on the door, "Yu Han."

"I'll come out later." Yu Han's voice echoed inside, her voice was a little hoarse, and she couldn't tell whether it was a cold or something else.

Bo Wang leaned against the door and waited, ten minutes passed, and before anyone came out, he knocked again, "Is it okay?"

"Right now!" He inadvertently brought a little anxiety and tension.

The batter on the table in the living room was battered, time was racing against the clock, Bo Wang leaned against the bathroom door, waited patiently, and after five minutes, he held the watch and knocked on the door: "Yu Han, come out, be obedient. "

He was afraid that people would freeze in there, so he wore pajamas in the cold weather, and he didn't know how to put on a coat.

This time, Yu Han did not delay, he slowly opened the door from the inside, and stuck out his upper body from the door, "Senior."

Bo Wang guessed a little from his dodging eyes and the expression of biting the corners of his lips in shame and anger, and instantly showed a clear expression, and raised the corners of his lips meaningfully: "Young people are dry, the senior understands, Be shy, come out."

At a young age, the body will inevitably feel refreshed in the morning.

Yu Han was finally willing to come out from the inside, Bo Liang glanced under him, Yu Han was so embarrassed, he took a few steps in a rare panic and walked to Bo Wang, only to leave He has a back.

The curtains on the side bed have been pulled open by Bo Wang, and the light outside the window is still a bit dim. Thirty-eight degrees three.

"Hmm." Bo Liang shook the thermometer, "I made some porridge for you, and I'll take some medicine later—are you feeling okay?"

Yu Han was lying on the bed and being taken care of was a novelty to him. The grinning wild cat turned into a small milk cat, and the appearance of lying on the bed in pajamas was slightly different from usual, very private, only Bo Wang saw that Bo Wang was satisfied in an inexplicable place.

"Senior, I'm a little thirsty." Yu Han said.

Bo Wang poured him a glass of water and brought it to his mouth. After drinking the water, he lay on the bed and looked at Bo Wang, who put a fever-reducing sticker on his forehead, "I Go to the living room to see the porridge, lie down first, and call me if you feel uncomfortable."

Yu Han nodded.

Bo Liang went out without closing the door, for fear that Yu Han would tell him that he would not hear in the living room.

The porridge in the kitchen is still cooking, the noodles on the table have not been poured, the air conditioner is turned on in the living room, and the noodles are still a little warm at this moment, so I mixed the noodles and ate them One bowl of noodles and two fried eggs, the taste is alright, but a little salty. After eating a bowl of noodles, I filled a large glass of water.

"Senior..."

There is a faint call from the side.

Bo Wang walked in, Yu Han said he wanted to drink water, Bo Wang glanced at the water glass by the bedside, there was half a glass of water in it, Yu Han turned a blind eye, and looked at him straight.

Bo Wang poured him another cup of warm water, Yu Han drank half a cup, and asked softly, "Senior, have you eaten yet?"

Bolly: "I have eaten."

"Oh." Yu Han was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "What do you eat?"

Bo Wang thought about the taste of the bowl of noodles, and was quiet, suddenly thought, how many times did he put salt? It seems like twice, when the noodle soup was boiled, I put the water in it once, and once after the water boiled - salty.

"Face." He answered very succinctly.

"Did you do it?" Yu Han's eyes lit up.

Bo Wang glanced at him, saw his subtext, and said, "No, I'm done."

Yu Han felt lost: "Didn't you cook me?"

"Do you still want to drink water?" Bo Wang didn't want to talk about the bowl of noodles, so he took the initiative to change the subject. corner.

"Stay with me, don't go." Yu Han's eyelashes drooped slightly, looking lonely and pitiful.

Sick people seem to be weaker and more clingy than usual.

"Don't go." Bo Wang sat down again and chuckled, "I'm all yours, where else can I go."

Yu Han hid under the quilt, the lower half of her face was covered by the quilt, leaving a pair of clear phoenix eyes, innocent and seductive, when Bo Wang looked away, he quietly bent Bend your eyes.

My.

From childhood to adulthood, so few belonged to him. Now, what he wants most is also his.

After ten o'clock in the morning, Yu Han took the medicine and fell asleep again. Bo Wang was sitting by the bed and typing on the computer. When he saw that he was asleep, he wanted to sit on the sofa, but he didn't want to get up until he didn't want to. , found that the hem of the clothes was caught, Yu Han struggled to open his eyes from his sleep, and muttered, "Where are you going?"

"I'm in the room where I'm not going." Bo Liang saw that he didn't wake up, his voice was soft, thoughtful and gentle, "Be obedient and have a good rest."

The hand is still awake.

The sickness came like a mountain, Yu Han slept drowsy for most of the day, sweating profusely, Boli didn't go out much, and kept his word in Yu Han's room to accompany him, after a period of time I will go to the bedside to see Yu Han's condition.

In the evening, the gloomy sky was even darker, and the cold wind was blowing outside, blowing the branches, Bo Wang ordered takeaway for dinner, and the takeaway arrived not long ago, he went to the living room to pick up a takeaway time, When he returned to the room, he found that Yu Han's body was shaking constantly.

Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by thunder.

Bo rashly probed Yu Han's forehead, it should not burn, maybe it was a nightmare.

"Yu Han, get up." Bo Li bowed and called in his ear, shaking his shoulder, "Get up and eat."

Yu Han was woken up by him, opened his eyes in a trance, looked at the delusion in front of him, stretched out his hand from the quilt, his voice was hoarse and gloomy: "Hold me."

Speak the softest words in the softest tone.