Before he could finish his words, Wei Qian had already pushed the quilt away and sat up.

"Well, okay, come on, get me a pen."

"..." Wei Zhiyuan paused and said helplessly, "I just want to help you sleep. Brother, don't be so serious, okay?"

Wei Qian pressed his temple with one hand and said with a wry smile: "If I can tell me to fall asleep, then I have to sleep several times every day at meetings?"

Wei Zhiyuan thought about it, suddenly threw his notebook aside, and then laughed.

Wei Qian was surprised to find that Wei Zhiyuan's eyes did not look curved at all, but when he smiled, he had an authentic smile, with his two ends slightly raised, like a pair of beautiful crescent moons.

"I understand." Wei Zhiyuan said, turning the bedside lamp to the darkest point, leaving only a shadowy outline under the lamp. Then he pulled open the curtains and pushed open the window, and a huge stream of cold air immediately rushed into the warm room.

Wei Qian immediately got into the quilt: "Why are you doing the fucking window? I woke me up completely. Xiaoyuan, can you drive your old man to move your house? Don't let me suffer this disaster?"

Wei Zhiyuan: "Look, it's snowing."

There are always ice flowers or white fog condensed on the windows in the cold winter, making it difficult to see what is outside.

Wei Zhiyuan said that Wei Qian saw the heavy snow in the sky, and a few of them drifted into the house with the cold wind and melted in a blink of an eye.

Wei Zhiyuan closed the window again, but left a gap in the curtains.

He wiped the white air from the small piece of glass so that the people in the room could see the thicker the snow on the windowsill outside.

Then he cleaned up all the information on Wei Qian's table and threw it under the table. He pulled a graduation photo of Wei Qian who was thrown in the corner and placed it in the middle. He sat back on the bed, pulled the pillow and quilt up and patted it softly, and pulled it to Wei Qian's chin.

Wei Qian couldn't help but smile: "You are quite good at taking care of people."

Wei Zhiyuan said: "When you get old, I will take care of you like this."

Wei Qian couldn't hear the metaphor of "getting old together" from it: "When I get old, will you be very young? You are not my son."

This time, Wei Zhiyuan did not answer. He lay down next to Wei Qian, raised his hand and turned off the light, leaned over and said gently in Wei Qian's ear: "Sleep, wait until the weather is good, the quilt will be sunburned."

Wei Qian's ears were very sensitive and he couldn't help but want to avoid them, but Wei Zhiyuan was about to release his touch, and he could only see the light in his eyes in the darkness.

With his curved smile, a picture suddenly flashed in Wei Qian's mind. Then Wei Zhiyuan's words in his ear seemed to generate some kind of curse. In a trance, he felt a freshly sunny scent in the quilt that had been photographed.

The man was lying on the bed, and his raised eyes could just see the small clean window through the gaps in the curtains left by Wei Zhiyuan. Then he saw the heavy snow in the sky through the window. The quilt wrapped around him looked particularly warm.

The temperature difference between indoor and outdoors quickly made the clear glass stained with hazy white frost, and the ice and snow were separated from the window bit by bit, and it was soon impossible to see clearly. The sweet milk I just drank was misty from the stomach to the limbs and bones, playing a subtle calming effect.

The milk heated on a low heat is indeed different from the ones that are whirled around in the microwave.

The people around him let out a very comfortable sigh, and it seemed that someone had hugged him in a daze, but this did not touch Wei Qian's weak and sensitive nerves, and he fell asleep.

Wei Zhiyuan didn't hear him reveal a few words about what happened to him. Of course he cared about it, but he restrained himself and did not mention it at this time and occasion, without asking any questions - because Wei Qian's anxiety would not be reduced by confiding.

Wei Zhiyuan just cleverly matched the vision, hearing, touch, taste and even illusions that could be revealed, and made up a "home" for him.

It is not a house, or even a social and ethical home, it is not a home that requires food, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, but a home that requires "the head of the family".

It is a place where the cold wind and heavy rain are shrunk.

It is the destination of a traveler who has been through storms and rain.

A good night's sleep.

The next day, when Wei Qian was woken up by the alarm clock he had been making for a long time, it was already bright.

The sound of Mrs. Song trampling and practicing walking in the living room came from the living room. Wei Zhiyuan went out to check the information early, and Xiaobao also went to class.

Wei Qian got up in a hurry to wash up. The restaurant was filled with toasted bread and fried poached eggs. The night before, the sleeping pill bottle he placed on the table was taken away by Wei Zhiyuan and threw it away.
Chapter completed!