It was still dark when Bian Lingxi woke up. She looked around and suddenly touched a soft ball in her hand, leaning against her bed, sleeping soundly.

She knew it was Yan Shu.

When she fell asleep last night, she seemed to have a fever.

If the guess is correct, she should be in the hospital now, or Yan Shu sent her there.

Maybe it was because Bian Lingxi was stirring too loudly, or maybe Yan Shu was sleeping very lightly at all, so he woke up as soon as Bian Lingxi woke up.

"Xi Bao, how do you feel?" The man's voice was hoarse and his expression was anxious.

"I'm fine, don't worry, Mr. Yan." She felt that she had no strength in her body, and her voice was very low when she spoke.

"You scared me to death last night. You didn't even know you had a fever. How could you make people not worry?!"

God knows how desperate he felt when he found out she was sick last night. When he carried her upstairs, his hands were trembling, for fear that she would be like his mother.

"Mr. Yan, I'm sorry for making you worry. I won't do it again." The man's hair is very soft, better than a woman's hair. When Bian Lingxi leans in his arms, she likes to knead his hair from time to time.

, Yan Shu doesn’t mind either.

It took a lot of effort to make her like an "object" on his body, but of course she had to make the best use of it.

"Xi Bao, promise me that you will take good care of yourself in the future." Yan Shu couldn't imagine that one day in the future, she would fall ill and have a fever without him around.

How should she get through it?

If he hadn't insisted on picking someone up last night, she wouldn't have even known that she was feeling unwell, and she wouldn't have gone to the hospital in time for a check-up. It would have been very dangerous if she couldn't hold on and fainted on the road on the way home.

Whenever Yan Shu thinks of any possibility, he feels endless worry in his heart. He wants to tie her to him every minute and carry her with him wherever he goes.

"good."

Yan Shu kissed the woman in his arms lovingly, and automatically tightened his arms around her a little, and then relaxed again because he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to breathe.

It was daybreak and the hospital resumed normal operations. Yan Shu went to pay her fee while wearing a mask and came back.

"Mr. Yan, hold on tight, we are going home."

After Bian Lingxi hung up two bottles of water, her fever subsided in the middle of the night. Lin Lin came over to pull out the needle for her, and was called over by the emergency department to help. When Yan Shu took Bian Lingxi out of the hospital, he didn't even have time to tell her.

One sound.

It was nearly ten o'clock when we returned to Jingluo Dixiu. Bian Lingxi called to ask for leave when he was discharged from the hospital in the morning. As soon as Yan Shu came home, he made four or five work calls, all of which were from "The Tenth

Page of Evidence" about the crew's promotion, and a phone call from a variety show.

"Second uncle, I'm sorry. I have no plans to accept a variety show right now."

Director Lin was well-known in the industry as a troublemaker. Since he was a relative on his mother's side, Yan Shu couldn't hang up the phone directly. He could only deal with him in the kitchen while cooking porridge, "Second uncle, you

That is a love variety show."

Director Lin: "I know you don't have a romantic partner. Isn't this a coincidence? I have a top female star here who can partner with you. Anyway, love observation variety shows are not real couples in love. Everyone just wants to picture them.

A fresh one.”

"Second uncle, I'm sorry. I have something else to do, so I'll hang up first."

Yan Shu was preoccupied with Bian Lingxi's illness. On the way back just now, he bought some ingredients for nourishing qi and blood, and planned to cook them after finishing the porridge.

"Xi Bao, you have a bowl of porridge first." Yan Shu came out with a Garfield cartoon porcelain bowl and placed it on the coffee table.

"What are you looking at?"

Bian Lingxi kept his eyes fixed and said leisurely: "The Book of Songs."

The Book of Songs, the earliest collection of poems in my country, can be said to be the starting point of the life of Chinese poetry. The Book of Songs contains a total of 305 poems, divided into three parts: Feng, Ya, and Song. It is a treasure of Chinese culture.

Bian Lingxi has seen it many times since she was a child, but every time she opens it again, she always feels like she has passed through the years, which is really shocking.

"Guan Guan Jiu Jiu, in the River Continent. A graceful lady, a gentleman is very brave." Yan Shu stared straight at her head, which did not lift up from the book, her long hair fluttering, slightly covering up her pale face.

"Mr. Yan, are you a gentleman?"

Bian Lingxi was skeptical about this.

A gentleman is upright and upright.

As for Mr. Yan, every time it was a sneak attack.

"In front of his lover, a gentleman will also turn into a hooligan." Yan Shu said with a smile without hesitation.

Bian Lingxi knew clearly that he was sophistry, but she couldn't find any reason to refute, so she simply shut her mouth and continued reading her book.

"Xi Bao, is there a poem called 'Taoyao' in the Book of Songs?"

"Yes." If Bian Lingxi raised her head, she could see the smile in the man's eyes, but she didn't.

"I can't remember clearly. What is that poem about?"

Yan Shu is worthy of being the best actor, and his confused look is clearly shown. Bian Lingxi did not have any doubts about this, and then said——

"If you run away, you will burn your flowers. When your son returns, he will be suitable for his family."

"If you run away, you will be able to survive. When your son returns, it will be a good place for his family."

"If you run away, you will be dead. If your son returns, it will be a good time for his family."

Bian Lingxi memorized the entire poem without even thinking, word for word.

"Oh~" Yan Shu smiled at the corners of his eyes, held her in his arms, and breathed his true breath into her ear, "So Xi Bao likes me so much that he wants to marry me!"

"Taoyao" is a poem to congratulate the bride. The whole poem uses the branches, flowers, fruits and leaves of the peach tree as metaphors to highlight the youth and beauty of the bride and the joy of getting married.

Upon hearing this, Bian Lingxi immediately understood what this man had just done.

Daqing is waiting for her here.

Yan Shu knew her IQ and was defeated in her eyes. The man was very wise and did not argue with her. He stretched out his long hand, grabbed her book and put it next to him. He picked up the still hot porridge and took a scoop.

Spoon, feeding her slowly and gently, as if treating a priceless thousand-year-old treasure.

Bian Lingxi ate less than half of the bowl and felt a little full, so she waved her hands and stopped eating. Anyway, lunch time was coming, so Yan Shu didn't force her to continue eating. He took the bowl and went to the kitchen. Before leaving, he even kissed her on an excuse.

After taking a sip, Bian Lingxi was stunned and sighed: Mr. Yan is indeed not a gentleman.

Yan Shu returned to the kitchen, picked up the yam and was peeling it. He suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, as if he remembered something, turned around and leaned against the kitchen door. The man shouted something vaguely clear in his seductive voice.

name.

The little woman who was still reading a book seriously on the sofa in the living room was so frightened that she almost rolled off the sofa. After finally regaining her balance, she turned around and came back angrily, "What are you doing?"

Yan Shu didn't care and said with a smile, "Xi Bao, I suddenly thought of another poem, which is also in the Book of Songs, called Zhi Mu."

"There are locust trees in the south, and the kudzu is tired of them. Only a gentleman is happy, and he is lucky to live in them." The man's voice was low, like the spring water that had just broken the ice in March, gurgling.

If there is an afterlife, I will be a tree and you will be a kudzu. We will stay with each other until death.

The distance between the living room and the kitchen is not far away. One of the two people is holding the Book of Songs in his hand, and the other is holding a peeling knife to scrape the yam skin. Their movements seem to have stopped at this moment, their eyes are converging in the air, their feelings are indescribable, everything is
Chapter completed!