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When Fu Mingyuan received a call from his aunt, he just finished filming the raining scene.

In order not to wear the lens, Fu Mingyuan wore only two old commoners, and repeated the rain shots three times.

At this moment, his clothes were half-wet, the water from the tips of his hair fell into the back of his neck, the clothes were stuck to his body, and the lines of his back were looming.

Fortunately, the clothes are thicker, and nothing else can be seen.

Even so, several staff members next to him were blushing and heartbeat.

"Brother Fu's figure is too perfect."

"How can you be so handsome!"

"Brother Fu's shoulders must be very comfortable to lean on!"

"..."

Ji Yin, who was originally memorizing lines next to him, pulled his small bench in front of several female staff members, and smiled sweetly at them.

The staff were immediately diverted.

Ji Yin clenched his fists, brother, I can only help you get here.

......

As soon as the director called out, Du Jing handed Fu Mingyuan a cup of hot **** tea, put a towel and a coat on him, and took the person back to take a hot bath.

Fu Mingyuan's complexion was a little red, but his steps were still steady, his back was straight, his brows slightly frowned, and his hands trembled slightly when he was holding the **** tea.

Except for the body being a little wet, the shade brought by the evening breeze can still be tolerated.

I just went to the temporary clothing room to change to dry clothes, and my body has not been able to warm up.

"You have to take such close-up shots, and you are not afraid to freeze you out of illness." On the way back, Du Jing kept complaining.

Fu Mingyuan raised his eyelids and looked at him, frowning slightly without making a sound.

It's just that my throat is a little itchy, and I drank a few more **** teas to dispel the chill.

Before the two of them returned to their place of residence, Fu Mingyuan's phone rang.

It was from the family's aunt.

When the aunt spoke with a bit of crying, her tone was anxious and her expression was not clear. Du Jing only faintly heard the words "Ming Li", "Injured" and "Fight".

Fu Mingyuan's brows frowned, and the flushed cheeks that were originally cold gradually faded, and his footsteps stopped.

After listening to the aunt, he comforted the aunt and said thank you again before hanging up the phone.

"Ask for a leave and go home." Fu Mingyuan coughed slightly, twisted his fingers on the side of his leg, with some worry in his eyes, pressed his lips tightly and did not speak any more, and walked directly towards the director.

Du Jing can roughly guess what the situation is.

Probably Fu Mingli had a fight.

The two are still quarreling. Although Fu Mingli was not very obedient before, he didn't know how to fight.

On the way to contact the driver while driving, Du Jing saw that his aunt had sent a message to herself just after six o'clock. At that time, she had been staring at Fu Mingyuan filming the rain scene and didn't pay attention to the cell phone message.

Du Jingluo was a little upset.

Because Fu Mingyuan had previously agreed to the director's second part of the scene, and the more difficult raining scene was filmed today, the director readily agreed to his leave, and at the same time urged Fu Mingyuan to pay attention to his body.

In such a cold day, I just got caught in the rain, so I have to rest but don’t catch a cold.

On the way back, Du Jing told him about text messages.

The aunt said that it was Fu Mingli who hadn't come back for dinner and went out to look for it.

Fu Mingyuan sat quietly in the back row, supporting his forehead with one hand, pressing his thumb on his temples, suppressing a faint headache, and after a long silence, he asked, "Am I too harsh on Ming Li?"

Du Jing was looking for Banlangen and cold granules in his bag. When Fu Mingyuan spoke, his voice was too dumb, and there were faint signs of a cold.

Drinking **** tea is useless, and there is no washing in a hot bath, so you still have to take medicine.

Hearing what he said, Du Jing leaned on the back of the co-pilot and sighed: "Ming Li is only 14 years old. You can still be forgiven for doing something wrong. It just requires a little lesson."

"If he really does not learn badly, it is not your problem. Just keep the door closed and re-educate. Children will never grow too far. Don't you always treat Mingli as an adult, he It's still small after all."

Du Jing felt like an old mother now.

Alas, what kind of stocking style the two parents of the Fu family used.

My younger brother is about to become a son.

Fu Mingyuan moved his fingers, hummed, and took the cold medicine that Du Jing handed over.

Fu Mingli was directly sent to the hospital by his aunt.

Probably, I didn't expect to be met by my aunt when I left school. Fu Mingli wanted to run at first.

He was embarrassed now, his appearance was sloppy, he was still like the little young master who usually screamed.

But I couldn't run through.

Firstly, his legs are inconvenient, and secondly, an aunt is an expert who can grab a lot of things during a big promotion in the supermarket. Both strength and speed are indispensable.

After being caught, Fu Mingli couldn't run away anymore.

What's more, you must respect the old and love the young, and you can't struggle under the hands of your aunt. What if you hurt someone.

The thought dissipated as soon as he arrived at the hospital.

Because the strength of the aunt holding his shoulder is too great! My shoulder feels about to break.

Fu Mingli bit his lower lip and subconsciously licked the blood on his lips.

The aunt rushed directly to the doctor in the emergency room, she shed tears, she was so anxious, she asked the doctor to save her child.

Fortunately, there were no other patients in the emergency room when I went there. The doctor saw her in a hurry, and really thought it was something serious.

As a result, Fu Mingli could run and jump.

I limp when I walked because there were a few pieces of green on my leg, which was a bit painful. The young master had never suffered any physical pain, so he couldn't hold it back for a while and became a little lame.

Only a little bit of skin was torn on his face, and a little blood oozes out.

Doctors:……

The doctor did his best to help people arrange the ward and arrange the filming.

Fu Mingli was lying on the bed in the ward, because the aunt was afraid of his broken leg, so she asked the doctor to hang his leg up until the film came out, and she was sure that it was all right before she put it down.

Fu Mingli lay on the hospital bed without saying a word, and refused to say what happened today. He held the strap of the schoolbag tightly and refused to let go.

He looks like this, the aunt is not good to say anything.

I just went to get him something to eat and told him to go to bed early at night and be discharged from the hospital tomorrow.

When Fu Mingyuan came, it was already more than two o'clock in the morning.

The night road is not easy to walk, and it takes a little time.

The aunt leaned on the chair at the door of the ward, covered with a cotton jacket, and slept very vigilantly.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he immediately woke up.

Fu Mingyuan nodded at her and thanked her.

The aunt pointed to the ward: "After eating something and going to bed, I will go home first."

The aunt yawned and she had to go back and make breakfast.

The sleeping chair is uncomfortable.

Fu Mingyuan responded.

Du Jing sent his aunt home.

It's too late now, and Auntie is not safe alone.

When the people left, Fu Mingyuan stood at the door for a while, and waited for the chill he brought in to dissipate before entering the ward.

The lights were not turned on in the ward, and the temperature of the air conditioner was very high and it was a bit stuffy.

When Fu Mingyuan stepped in, he was dizzy for a moment.

It may be because of the long journey time.

He took off his coat and eased his steps.

He didn't go directly to see Fu Mingli, and sat in a chair next to him for a while, still feeling cold.

The palm of the hand was hot, and there was no noticeable difference when covering the forehead. It was just a little dizziness and headache after riding in the car, and he didn't adapt to the sultry heat in the house.

For a long time, Fu Mingli, who had been stuffed in the bed, moved, kicked the bed, and then cautiously asked, "Brother...Is that you?"

Fu Mingyuan pinched his eyebrows and frowned subconsciously when he heard Fu Mingli's voice.

When the accusation reached his mouth, he swallowed again. He hummed and walked to the side of the hospital bed.

Fu Mingli sat up from the bed, and saw his brother's figure vaguely through the moonlight leaking from the window. Tears popped out all of a sudden, and he sobbed and stretched out his hand to hug Fu Mingyuan's waist.

"Brother, don't you want me!"

"I'm going to get the photos back, don't send me away, I will be obedient and won't make mistakes again, brother, I don't want to go to my parents."

"Don't you want me..."

He cried out of breath. After Fu Mingyuan left that day, he cried alone for a long time.

But there was no one in the family. Fu Mingyuan didn't even tell him to stop crying, so he left like that.

Fu Mingli felt too sad.

Compared to his parents who only called home occasionally over the years, he cared more about his brother.

Over the years, Fu Mingyuan has grown up with him the most.

It was Fu Mingyuan who taught him the truth in life.

Fu Mingli couldn't imagine what his brother would do if he really didn't want to care about him.

The next day, Fu Mingli lost face and went to the classmates he sent photos to ask for autographs, and sent other things as compensation.

Several people are still good and are willing to return it to them.

As for what they said secretly, Fu Mingli didn't care anymore.

The more difficult thing is that there are two students who were given to other students. Fu Mingli communicated with them for several days. They were unwilling to return them for free and insisted on Fu Mingli to give them the money.

Fu Mingli thought that this was reasonable.

After all, the things he sent out belonged to others in the hands of others.

He gave the money very happily, but the two people turned back and intensified.

So there is today's fight.

Fu Mingli grew up with Fu Mingyuan, and was often forced to exercise and his strength was not small. Those two were not his opponents at all.

The photo was also taken back by him.

Fu Mingyuan's body was a little stiff. Except for hugging Fu Mingli when he was a child, he hadn't been in contact at this distance for a long time.

Especially, Fu Mingli cried and rubbed her nose and tears on her body.

He raised his hand a little uncomfortably, and it took a long time before he rubbed Fu Mingli's head twice.

Fu Mingli burped and cried louder.

Fu Mingyuan frowned and patted him on the back: "Don't disturb others to rest."

Fu Mingli choked twice, oh, his tears stopped.

Fu Mingyuan pulled the person away from him, took two pieces of paper from the bedside table, lowered his head and wiped his tears.

"Because of the photo fight?"

Fu Mingli narrowed his mouth: "No, because they deceived people too much."

He whispered the two hated practices.

Fu Mingyuan stood by the bed for a while, his figure reflected in the moonlight.

Fu Mingli couldn't see his brother's expression clearly, but his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Where are you wrong?" Fu Mingyuan asked him after a while.

His voice was much dumber than before, and even his nose was a little unclear, with some nasal sounds.

Fu Mingli was actually tired at the moment. He couldn't fall asleep all night. He didn't hear the strangeness in his brother's voice, but just lowered his head and replied with an urn sound.

"You should not presume to enter your room, and you should not give your things privately to others."

"Nor should you fight with others."

He grabbed the blanket and yawned.

Fu Mingyuan pulled the collar of his clothes.

"Turn around."

Fu Mingli let out a cry.

But he turned around obediently.

Then his brother pressed his shoulder.

The next second, across the quilt, something hit his pi and gu.

Fu Mingli:! ! !

I was beaten for the first time since I was young! ! !

Fu Mingli didn't dare to struggle.

His brother is too heavy.

He wanted to cry again, his face flushed.

He is a little man, how can he be beaten pi and gu!

"I'm angry, it's not because you took the photo." Fu Mingyuan took Fu Mingli's shoes, and he took a little bit of effort.

Since I was a child, I haven't touched Fu Mingli. Fu Mingyuan's temples hurt even more.

"You are fourteen years old. You should have correct ideas about what you should do and what you shouldn't do, and you can't take other people's things privately. You have long known."

"I knew it was wrong, but I still committed it."

"Brother, I won't do it in the future, I promise it won't! You...you hit it lightly!" It really hurts than being punched!

He still thinks it is better to copy Zizhi Tongjian.

The strength of Fu Mingyuan's men was lighter, but they still didn't stop.

"The problem of fighting."

Fu Mingyuan paused and pinched his eyebrows with his left hand, almost unable to stand firm.

"I won't fight after I knew it was wrong! You didn't let me exercise to make me fight!" Fu Mingli crawled forward.

"Justified defense is right." Fu Mingyuan put the shoes back in their original position and helped Fu Mingli tuck the quilt.

"Next time if this happens, tell me or the teacher."

"You can't guarantee that you won't get hurt."

Fu Mingyuan went out.

The ward is too boring.

Fu Mingli let out a cry, the whole person got under the quilt, but he still couldn't hold back, pushing his pi and gu, raising his upper body, and watching his brother walk out.

When he reached the door of the ward, Fu Mingyuan stopped again.

"Send you to your parents."

Fu Mingli grasped the quilt tightly.

"I was wrong, I apologize to you."

"Go to sleep."

Compared to the seriousness and calmness he usually faces to Fu Mingli, Fu Mingyuan seems to be a little gentler tonight.

After saying this, he closed the door.

After leaving the ward, without the dull air-conditioning breath, Fu Mingyuan felt that his breathing became a little smoother.

He put on his coat and sat on the chair outside, still straightening his back as usual.

He lowered his head with one hand on his forehead and pressed twice.

The corners of the lips that had been strained finally relaxed.

...

When Shen Qi came over, Fu Mingyuan was still leaning on the chair and fell asleep.

Even if he slept like this, he just leaned the back of his head against the wall and put his hands on his knees properly.

He slept uncomfortably, frowned, his face was flushed unnaturally, and his breathing was a little heavy.

Du Jing handed Shen Qi the breakfast made by his aunt, and took Fu Mingli's share into the ward.

It's still early, and the doctor hasn't come for rounds yet.

Fu Mingli did not wake up either.

Almost the moment Shen Qi sat next to Fu Mingyuan, Fu Mingyuan opened his eyes.

With red blood in his eyes, he turned his head slightly, saw the familiar face, and squinted his eyes.

Before Shen Qi could speak, he stretched out his right hand in the next second and directly clasped the back of the opponent's head.

The movement is not as light as usual, and it is a bit compelling.

The temperature on his lips was also a bit hot, and even the tip of his tongue was hot, giving Shen Qi the illusion that he was about to be taken apart and swallowed into his abdomen.

The palm of his hand covering the back of his head is also hot, and he runs down his hair one after another, pressing down on the back of his neck, and pressing the person against him again.

Shen Qi was forced to pull his collar, his fingertips touched the uncovered part of the opponent's neckline, and the trembling eyelids that had been closed lifted up.

It's too hot.

The nurse's voice was faintly heard.

The nurse's station on the corner rang the bell of the patient's call.

When they were separated, Shen Qi's coat was messed up.

Fu Mingyuan seemed to notice only now that he didn't have hallucinations.

The warm fingertips skipped the corner of the boy's eyes that were red from the kiss just now, and pressed on it.

"Why did you come here?" Fu Mingyuan's voice was completely dumb, his nasal sound disappeared, and the dark circles under his eyes were a bit obvious.

There was still an unnatural blush on his face, and the corners of his lips were slightly broken.

Shen Qi snorted and licked the corners of his lips that had just been cracked because of being too intense, with a faint smell of blood.

"I don't know if my boyfriend is down in the hospital corridor."

In the morning, Du Jing called him and told him that Fu Mingyuan rushed back in the middle of the night to take care of his brother. Before returning, he had taken a scene in the rain and he might have caught a cold.

Fortunately, Shen Qi got up early these days and didn't take Du Jing's phone call as a spam call. Otherwise, he might actually see the news on Weibo hot search that his boyfriend fell down in the hospital corridor because of a high fever.

"Huh?" Fu Mingyuan rubbed his hair, then turned his head and kissed the boy's forehead.

Shen Qi grabbed his hot wrist and sighed, frowned, "Do you know you have a fever?"

He brought some cool palms to Fu Mingyuan's forehead.

The inexplicable enthusiasm from Fu Mingyuan was dissipated.

Shen Qi wiped his forehead with her fingers.

"Here." Cheeks.

"Here." The tip of the nose.

"Here." Chin.

"It's all hot."

"Brother, aren't you an expert on health preservation for the elderly? It doesn't matter how you get sick here?" Shen Qi was actually a little angry, but when he saw Fu Mingyuan's eyes clearly tired, the anger disappeared.

He grabbed Fu Mingyuan's wrist, and then touched the opponent with his forehead.

Before he could leave, he was pressed on the back of his head and kissed on the lips.

"Well, you are here." Fu Mingyuan seemed to be slow for a few beats.

The hand placed on the back of Shen Qi's head unconsciously followed the opponent's soft hair.

Du Jing who just came out:...

He looked around. Fortunately, the location of the ward was relatively biased, and no one saw them here.

He called Shen Qi to take care of others, not to make you openly in the hallway, me and mine!

Du Jing snapped the door to the ward and pushed Fu Mingli back, who was following his butt.

"Your brother is not feeling well, will you come back with me first?"

Fu Mingli said, somewhat unhappy.

But he nodded, a little worried.

"Is my brother outside? Is it because of me..."

He lowered his head slightly to blame.

Du Jing sighed, not all because of Fu Mingli, but looking at the child's self-blaming appearance, he was still limping while walking, and the original thought of blaming was gone.

Fu Mingli wanted to grab the door and look out: "I just saw someone else is there, is it my brother's friend?"

"I haven't seen my brother get sick, otherwise I stay and take care of my brother?"

Du Jing:...

Got.

Feelings have never seen your brother get sick.

That is your future sister-in-law. I'm afraid you won't want to go to school today after seeing you.

Finally, Fu Mingyuan was admitted directly to Fu Mingli's ward.

He is a public figure. Once he is photographed in the hospital, he does not know how much public opinion he will arouse.

Du Jing first went to send Fu Mingli back to school. His injury may not be as severe as that of his brother.

He went back to the hospital and greeted the medical staff on this floor, hoping that they could keep Fu Mingyuan's whereabouts a secret.

Fu Mingyuan directly burned to 39 degrees this time.

It's no wonder that people are not sober, and directly recognize Shen Qi as an illusion.

People who have never been sick since childhood became ill all of a sudden, without even being able to detect it.

With water hanging in his right hand, Fu Mingyuan slept more peacefully with his eyes closed.

Sweat dripped from the tip of my nose.

Shen Qi sat beside the hospital bed and reached out to probe his forehead.

Much better than in the morning.

He yawned and lowered his head to send a message to Lu Tun.

Today, Ye Lai will move in, let Lu Tun arrange it. By the way, after the settling down, it will happen that three people train together.

Lu Tun, who had just gotten up from the bed, saw the news and felt that his good days had really come to an end.

Oh oh idols are too strict.

After sending the message, Shen Qi continued to see Fu Mingyuan.

In order to make him sweat, the temperature of the air conditioner in the house was set high, and Shen Qi could not notice the coldness even in a thin T-shirt.

Fu Mingyuan was covered with two quilts.

It seemed that it was too hot. He frowned and moved, but still didn't push the quilt away.

Shen Qi stared at him for a while, then took a photo of him and set it as his chat background.

How can you be so handsome even when you fall asleep when you are sick.

Shen Qi brushed the faint dark circles under his eyes, chuckled lightly, lowered his head, and kissed him on the cheek.

By the way, I took a selfie.

The sunlight leaned in through the window and reflected on the quilt.

Shen Qi's hand was held tightly in the palm of Fu Mingyuan.