Chapter 25:

Yan Zhun drank alcohol, his lips were cold, and the tip of his tongue was a bit astringent. Pei Ran didn't think about anything else, but felt that his neck, ears, and cheeks were too hot, and his head seemed to explode.
He had never felt this way before. He held his breath, half-squinted, staring vaguely at his strict eyelashes, his back pressed tightly to the sofa, and he didn't dare to move.
The tympanic membrane was almost shattered by the heartbeat.
At the end, Yan Zhun lowered his eyes and bit his lips patiently.
Pei Ran's breathing was chaotic when she spoke: "How much did you...drink?"
Yanzhun stopped and looked up at him, his eyes were reddened by alcohol: "Not drunk."
Pei Ran asked: "Why fight with him?"
The distilled spirit is too high, and Yan Zhun has been having a headache. Hearing this, he pulled the corner of his mouth.
They are fighting wine.
Seeing Luo Qingshan's expression in the box, he almost smashed the wine bottle on his head.
The phone's ringtone suddenly rang, and the movement was too loud just now. The phone has fallen out of Pei Ran's pocket, and he is lying on the sofa at this time.
Lin Kang sent two messages to ask Pei Ran where he was and if he needed to go out and pick him up.
Yanzhun tightened his back, with no expression on his face.
Smashed the phone and locked people here. Yan Zhun thought.
The warmth from his abdomen interrupted his thoughts, and his body stiffened for a moment.
Pei Ran put his palm on his stomach, lowered his eyes without looking at him: "Is the stomach uncomfortable?"
Yan Zhun seemed to feel conscious, and the pain surged up.
When Yan Zhun grew up, he had never shouted bitterness in front of anyone. During the training period, he hadn't even complained about being tired. If he hadn't suddenly fallen in front of the computer, no one knew that his condition was so serious.
He rolled his apple, and then said dumbly: "...it hurts."
Pei Ran frowned, his face was still red, and his expression became more serious: "I call a car and go to the hospital first."
Without a response, Pei Ran looked up questioningly, only to find that Yan Zhun had been watching him.
Yan Zhun moved his eyes lightly, and asked with confirmation, "Go to the hospital?"
"Well," Pei Ran asked, "or did you bring the medicine?"
Yan Zhun asked, "...you won't pick him up?"
"Who to pick up..." Pei Ran was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, "Luo Qingshan? Many of his friends are here, so I don't need me to pick them up."
Yan Zhun was silent for a moment, and his low voice changed a little: "Then who are you here to pick up?"
Pei Ran: "..."
"Who are you here for?" Yan Zhun asked again, "Me?"
Pei Ran removed his hand from his abdomen, pursed his lower lip, and finally said vaguely, "Does this still hurt..."
Before Pei Ran finished speaking, Yan Zhun suddenly leaned over. The sweater was loose, Pei Ran's shoulders and collarbone were largely empty, Yan Zhun buried his face on Pei Ran's shoulders and closed his eyes heavily.
The two postures are like hugging, not hugging, Pei Ran can feel his temperature and heartbeat, not much better than himself.
Pei Ran was taken aback, thinking he was dizzy, and patted his back twice: "Yan Zhun? Is it uncomfortable? Hold on, I'll call an ambulance..."
"Don't call it."
The exact breath was sprayed on the roots of Pei Ran's ears, and Pei Ran's right ear was numb, and she sat firmly and did not dare to move.
"Let me take it for a while." Yan Zhun relaxed, his voice lazy.
Pei Ran blinked twice before saying, "I am not a cat."
Pei Ran has a cold scent, like a shower gel.
Yan Zhun thought to himself, if it was a cat, he would pinch Pei Ran's hands and legs and bury his belly overnight.
Yan Zun didn't breathe for long, his head was too heavy, his stomach was really hurt, and he shook when he got up. Worried about him falling, Pei Ran subconsciously reached out and grabbed his clothes.
Yan Zhun raised his hand and put his mask back on again, then put the back of his hand on the outer layer of his mask and wiped the place he bit.
Yan Zhun said: "There is a pharmacy outside, go buy a new one."
"No, I have it in my bedroom." Pei Ran said, "Go back to school."
Box 103 across a corridor is still lively.
Luo Qingshan has been paralyzed on the sofa for a long time. He tilted his head and frowned and asked, "Why isn't Pei Ran coming?"
"I don't know, I didn't reply when I sent the message." Lin Kang said while licking melon seeds.
"You make a call." Luo Qingshan said, "Quickly...call him."
Can't help him, Lin Kang put down his snacks: "Okay, I will beat me... Hey, where are you going?"
"Release the water." Luo Qingshan said.
"Could it work, I'll accompany you."
"No, I just drank a lot...I can go." Luo Qingshan waved his hand, "Call Pei Ran quickly."
Luo Qingshan stumbled out of the box and moved step by step towards the toilet against the wall. Hearing the ringing of the cell phone, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced.
He saw two boys walking side by side. The shorter boy was supporting the person next to him. The distance was close. No matter how the cellphone rang, he disappeared into the corner after a few steps.
Luo Qingshan came out of the toilet and washed his face. He put his hands on the washstand and lowered his head in silence.
For a moment, he took out his cell phone and made a call.
The opposite was quickly met: "Brother Qingshan, what's the matter?"
Luo Qingshan's throat was dry: "Su Nian, come to pick me up, I'm drunk."
On the bus back to school, Pei Ran bowed his head to return the message and told Lin Kang that he was not going.
[Lin Kang: Then you just asked me the box number............? 】
[Pei Ran: I will pick someone up. 】
[Lin Kang:? ? ? 】
The light inside the taxi is dim, only the street lights come in.
Yan Zhun originally leaned on the window to rest. He heard the constant prompts from WeChat. He sat up and hung his head to look at the people around him: "I didn't bring the dormitory key."
Pei Ran returned the message: "Huh?"
Yan Zhun leaned shoulder to shoulder with him: "Take me in."
Back in the bedroom, Pei Ran put the person on the chair and entered the bathroom.
Yan Zhun endured the uncomfortable, raising his eyes and scanning the objects on Pei Ran's desk one by one.
It was very clean, the computer's standby light was on, a digital tablet was placed next to it, and a gray thermos cup was next to it.
Yan Zhun stared at him for a while, and suddenly found something, and raised his hand to turn the cup.
On the other side of the thermos, there was a pendant hanging, and the little white sneakers swayed in the air.
The sound of water in the bathroom disappeared, and the cup was put back in place.
The hot towel covers your face, making it stuffy and comfortable. Pei Ran's strength was very light, and after helping him wipe his face, he took his hand again.
Yan Zhun was at his mercy, and the towel was wiped from his fingers.
Pei Ran lifted his clothes to his elbows, the inner side of his arms was so white that he looked like a child who had been raised well since childhood.
"Why are you here to pick me up?" Yanzhun cut through the silence.
Pei Ran moved for a while, then continued, staring at his hand and said, "You have a bad stomach."
"Worry about me?" Yan Zhun asked.
Pei Ran said: "Yeah."
Yanzhun asked again: "Like me?"
"..."
Yan Zhun felt his strength a little heavier.
After a long time, Pei Ran said: "I don't know."
He doesn't know what "like" is.
He once thought that he liked Luo Qingshan. He wanted to be nice to Luo Qingshan. He didn't hate staying with Luo Qingshan. He occasionally felt happy because of Luo Qingshan.
But after knowing that Luo Qingshan had derailed, to be honest, he was not sad.
The finger was suddenly hooked, Pei Ran raised his head subconsciously, and the two looked up.
"Don't think about it." Yan Zhun's voice was low, his eyelids half drooping, "Like me."
Pei Ran stared at him in a daze, and the hooked fingers were a little hot.
Yan Zhun waited for a while, until his stomach started to ache.
"...I know." Pei Ran raised his eyebrows as he watched him quickly throw out a sentence. Then before Yan Zhun could react, he let go and turned to open the closet.
"Would you like to change your clothes? I'll get you pajamas, the ones you didn't wear."
Yanzhun's eyelids were heavy, and his head was always dizzy. He was stunned for two seconds, and then said: "You can pass through."
In order to be comfortable, Pei Ran bought pajamas in two sizes, and they were just right to wear.
After changing his clothes and coming out, Pei Ran took out a small box from nowhere and walked closer to see that it was full of medicine.
"What stomach medicine do you usually take?" Pei Ran intently looked at the instructions on the pill box.
Yan Zhun asked: "Does your pharmacy open?"
Pei Ran smiled. His mother pays great attention to her health, and they put a medicine box in each house.
Yan Zhun really found the medicine he often took from it, stuffed two pills, hot water poured into his abdomen, and the drowsiness caused by alcohol finally overflowed.
There is only one bed in the bedroom, and the other three have only a few wooden boards, so they can't sleep.
The bed smelled like Pei Ran, Yan Zhun buried half of his face in the pillow for a moment, then poked his head out and asked the person under the bed: "When will you go to bed?"
Pei Ran's heart jumped, and calmly responded: "I have a cold, I am afraid of infection. You go to sleep, it happens to be a draft overnight tonight."
He lied. The manuscript he is currently painting is sleeping on his head, and he can't paint at all.
"It's been passed long ago." Yan Zhun's voice was muted, "come up to sleep."
"..."
The beds in the dormitory are not big, and the two boys sleep a bit tightly.
Pei Ran slept sideways with Yan Zhun on his back. He listened to his heartbeat in the dark and felt that he might be ill and had some irregular heart rhythms.
There was no movement behind him, Yan Zhun should have been asleep.
Pei Ran originally thought that he would suffer from insomnia, but the effects of cold medicine were so powerful that he closed his eyes and breathed long after a short while.
In the middle of the night, Yanzhun opened his eyes in the dark.
The person in front of him has changed his posture, Pei Ran turned over, and put his hand gently on his body, the temperature of the back of his hand was continuously transmitted through his pajamas.
Pei Ran's hands were dishonest, and she moved repeatedly, as if to find a comfortable place.
Yan Zhun held his hand, held it, and folded his fingers together. After making sure that he was not moving, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Pei Ran had no dreams all night and slept so soundly that when he woke up in the morning to meet the strict sight, he was still a little confused.
They are so close that they can meet as long as one party moves forward. Pei Ran was stunned for a few seconds before he woke up instantly.
Yan Zhun's eyes were distressed and looked a little tired. When he saw that he was awake, he spoke lazily, his voice was very hoarse: "Morning."
Hearing his own voice, Yan Zhun raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "It seems that it is an infection."
Pei Ran: "..."