Teenage love affair, thumping.

The day is about to break, the morning dew is light, two commercial vehicles in order to drive out of the highway, in the temporary parking area to stop steadily.

The door of the car in the front opened, Song Zhi and a staff member got off, followed by Qin Le Gao Chongfan four boys, after handing over the people to their respective parents properly, Song Zhi went to the back of the commercial car backdoor, and through the window and sat in the back row of the people whispered a couple of words, and then took the driver to leave.

With the windows closed, cutting out the cold air of the early morning, Shen Ke looked back at the person with his forehead resting on the other side of the window, and furrowed his brow a little.

Lin Jian started to fall asleep soon after he got on the car, and he didn't wake up for several hours on the highway, and at this moment, although the warm air in the car was sufficient, he was wrapped in Shen Ke's coat and nestled in the back seat, his hair on his temples was wet with sweat, his face was pale and sickly, and his eyelids and the ends of his eyes were dipped in a thin layer of redness.

He touched Lin Jian's forehead with the back of his hand, and then his face sank even further as he called out to him in a low voice, "Lin Jian, you're burning worse, we need to go to the hospital."

Every inch of his musculoskeletal muscles ached, and Lin Jian burned himself into unconsciousness. The cool touch on his forehead was fleeting, and Lin Jian subconsciously tilted his head to catch up with it, muttering casually, "No. ......"

Don't go.

Shen Ke obviously misunderstood his meaning, after a short pause, directly raised his hand to help Lin Jian's shoulders, letting the person lean on his own body, said in a deep voice: "Not to go can not, you have a fever and cold, but also poured the cold water, if serious, you need to be hospitalized to hang water."

The sick man is unreasonable and paranoid murmuring, "No, don't ......"

This was a childlike gesture that Lin Jian had rarely shown since he was a child. Shen Ke's hand on the person's shoulder slightly paused, and then he ordered the driver in a low voice, "Go home."

The car drove smoothly, Shen Ke personally called the family doctor on the way, and when the car drove into the garden house yard, a whole team of medical staff had already set up the examination equipment and were ready to go.

Lin Jian regained his clarity for a moment as he got out of the car, silently refused the exaggerated medical stretcher, staggered himself through the door and back to his room, and when he lay down on the bed, drifted off to sleep again.

The family doctor's team is professional and after a set of examination, it was determined that it was just a high fever caused by wind and cold combined with inflammation, and there was no serious problem.

Shen Ke sat beside Lin Jian's bed, waiting for the doctor to give Lin Jian liquid, only a little relieved, got up and took off his coat, and before he could take a step, the person on the bed, whose eyelids were crimson with fever, unconsciously pulled his wrist.

Lin Jian back of the hand is still tied with an infusion needle, thin white fingers but clasp hard, seems to be ignorant, but in fact is the most real reaction in the chaos.

Shen Ke stooped in concentration, close to the temples of his hair moistened with thin sweat, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want?"

Lin Jian was oblivious to the fact that he could not answer a single word except for his rolling nose.

Shen Ke looked slightly pensive, maintained his bent posture, handed the coat in his other hand to the staff member next to him, and then sat back down smoothly next to Lin Jian.

The hand on his wrist doesn't let go, and Shen Ke lowers his eyes for a moment before lifting his other hand and gently wiping the beads of sweat from Lin Jian's temples with his palm.

To reduce the fever and inflammation, Lin Jian had to take three vials of fluids, and two family doctors stayed behind dutifully, ready to change the fluids intermittently and remove the needles at the end, plus in case of any unforeseen circumstances.

Lin Jian was brought back in the early morning and didn't sleep until he started the second infusion, and Shen Ke waited until he was in deep sleep before he silently got up from the bedside, moved his shoulders, which were already completely numb and unconscious, and returned to his room to take a hot shower before grabbing his laptop from the study and going back to Lin Jian's room.

For half the day, Lin Jian was asleep on fluids, and he stayed at his desk to take care of company business.

After the doctor removed the needle, Song Zhi came from the company and brought over a few documents that needed his signature, and as he watched the family doctor silently pull the medical equipment out of the house, Song Zhi asked tentatively, "Do we need to send someone to take care of it for a while? After all, there is still most of the afternoon left."

It's a question of concern and a reminder that Shen Ke has an internal meeting this afternoon.

Shen Ke looks down to sign, pen not stopping as he replies in a muted voice, "Notify the meeting to be moved to the line, I won't be back at the office today, we'll see what happens tomorrow."

Song Zhi heart is clear, look at the situation, that must be to see Lin Jian tomorrow's degree of recovery, so nodded and agreed.

The physical exertion was so great that Lin Jian slept all the time and didn't even wake up when the needle was removed. The family doctor packed up the instruments and left with Song Zhi.

The room was quiet again, except for the occasional sound of Shen Ke's keyboard and Lin Jian's slightly muffled breathing.

After a long time, Shen Ke turned off the computer page and pinched his brow before turning his head to look at the person on the bed.

Afternoon sunlight is cold and not dry, halo through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, stars sprinkled on the pale face of the teenager, Lin Jian cheeks and the end of the eyes is also dense with a touch of morbid red, even if the medicine has a sleeping component, but he still sleeps is not really stable, his eyebrows knit lightly, breathing slightly sharply.

Shen Ke has grown up since childhood, life, education are a smooth road, even if the middle of Shen's shocking change, he was appointed to experience some of the wind and waves of a few ups and downs, but to date can also be said to be able to salvage the downfall of the commercial field, the circle of fame and fortune, in the dark and in the open, who do not praise Shen Chairman Shen far more than his father, killing and decisive, outstanding wrist.

Thus, in Shen Ke's more than twenty years of life, he has hardly experienced the simple emotion of "fear" - except this time.

Last night, Lin Jian informed him of the address of his lodging in Linshi, so Shen Ke followed his usual practice of informing his subordinates to pay attention to it. In the wee hours of the morning, when he had finished his day's work and was about to scribble the night away in the office lounge, an urgent call from Song Zhi arrived, bringing news of a fire at Lin Jian's lodging house.

The situation was so chaotic that he had to drive through the night, repeatedly calling Lin Jian's unanswered phone number and personally contacting the local authorities to find out the latest news.

Messages were transmitted in real time from the scene, and he was even one step ahead of the local media running to the front line.

At this moment, when the young man he had brought back from the smoke and debris was sleeping not far away, the palpitations of last night had finally passed, and slowly turned into a kind of happiness called "fear".

"Little cub, thankfully it's okay." Shen Ke retracted his gaze and sighed softly, whispering to himself.

Lin Jian this sleep is very tormented, in a haze of perception of a burst of cold and hot, like a few moments ago was racked on the fire on the roast, the next second was thrown in the snowy wilderness, let the bone-chilling cold wind penetrate the skin and flesh. Half asleep, half awake, it seems that someone will help him up from the bed, he is weak and feeble leaning on the shoulders of that person, was slowly fed half a cup of warm water.

The familiar cool scent of the cedars was all around him, but it was so far away that Lin Jian reached out, terrified, and tried to hold it back.

Shen Ke put the cup of water on the bed cabinet, his eyes fell on the hand that was holding onto his sleeve, his eyebrows moved slightly, but in the end, he just let out a laugh, "Why are you so clingy when you're sick?"

In the evening, Shen Ke ordered a meal to be delivered, he originally thought that Lin Jian had slept for so long, it was time to eat something, but after he called out gently twice, Lin Jian still frowned tightly and turned over uneasily, without the slightest intention of waking up.

Shen Ke measured his temperature with a thermometer, and it was less than 38 degrees, so he stopped forcing him and let him sleep.

It's a sleepless night caring for a sick baby, so Shen Ke commandeers Lin Jian's writing desk and works while watching over him.

In the middle of the day, he was fed water twice and his temperature was measured, but it was always a low fever. At around 10:00 p.m., Shen Ke tried to wake him up again to take his medicine, and this time Lin Jian opened his eyes very cooperatively.

The teenager's originally calm eyes were filled with blood, his gaze was confused, Shen Ke froze and called out softly to him, "Lin Jian?"

The silhouette of the person in front of him was shadowed, like it was separated by a layer of white mist, but the voice was too familiar, Lin Jian closed his eyes in a trance, then opened them again, trying to clear his vision, and after a few moments, he finally saw a little bit of the person's face clearly.

Shen Ke is here.

The next moment, inexplicable and unnamable grief suddenly from the heart surging up, in a moment swept through the heart, mouth and nose, flowing through the internal organs and limbs, instantly turned into a hidden hibernation can not be declared in the mouth of the dark surge.

As if in this moment to see clearly in front of the person, but also see through their own heart.

Those long inexplicable emotions, plausible struggles, those countless times in the silence of self-examination, self-doubt and denial, those hidden in the bottom of the heart of the acidic palpitations and uncertainty, have found the cause and exit at this time.

That's why he saw this person again and again in his yellow dreams, that's why he resisted while longing for it, and would sit in obscurity and gloom.

He's so afflicted that he can't help himself--

It turns out to be all about teenage love and thumping.

The infatuated looking charming mind did not know when to appear, and when he was shocked to know at this moment, it had already taken root.

And it's embarrassing that he's triple flipped to cover it up.

When they met, Lin Jian's eyes suddenly became sad and long, Shen Ke's eyelids jumped and he leaned down slightly and called out softly to him again, "Lin Jian?"

The bottom of his eyes were sore and swollen, this sudden emotion can drown people, Lin Jian silently closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, no longer look at him.

"Lin ......"

But just before Shen Ke spoke up again, he raised his arm and slowly looped it around his shoulders.

Shen Ke had no defense, was gently brought by the person on the bed, his body lost support, and in the next second, he was held in the arms of the teenager.

The moon was clear, the night was quiet, the surroundings were silent, Lin Jian's arm around Shen Ke was trembling uncontrollably, he inclined his head, his eyelashes closed tightly, refusing to let the wetness in the bottom of his eyes spread.

Shen Ke was surprised for a moment, his eyes shifted down to Lin Jian's burnt red ears, more worried than puzzled, and after a long moment, he asked softly, "What's wrong, is it too hard?"

Lin Jian heard, but could not make a sound, and could not give an answer, he only had to pretend to be crazy through the disease, slowly tighten his arms, let the fingertips embedded in the palm, in the numbness of the pain, indulging himself in a fraudulent embrace.

Also desperate and sinking.

"Lin Jian?" Shen Ke felt that the problem had become a bit serious, he wanted to pull down Lin Jian's hand on his neck and shoulder to help him up and take him to the hospital, but he didn't realize that Lin Jian had used all his strength, and he didn't pull it away under his light struggle, "Sit up, wake up, let's go to the hospital, okay? Sit up, wake up, let's go to the hospital, okay?"

Warm breath sprinkled on the side of the face and neck, Shen Ke tone of voice warm and heavy, such as these years countless times the care, Lin Jian almost can not help but cry out in pain, he is now thinking disconnected, almost out of his mind, over and over again in the bottom of the heart to ask himself "why", and over and over again to hear the bottom of the heart of the voice that said "You really are crazy", and so on and so forth, upside down, almost to be bewitched.

In reality, he could only use such a shameful and lame excuse as high fever to tighten his arms again, shaking his head randomly and silently moving away from leaning against Shen Ke's legs, fearing that Shen Ke would notice the slightest bit of his absurd and embarrassing but most real situation at this moment.

Although Lin Jian showed obvious resistance, Shen Ke felt that he couldn't delay any longer, he pondered for a moment, he took the lead and lifted up Lin Jian's upper body, wanting to pick him up, but Lin Jian was unrelenting, struggling and pushing back, and in the midst of the tugging and pulling, a cry of pain escaped from Lin Jian's tightly clenched teeth, and Shen Ke suddenly stopped his action.

He looked down at the teenager in his arms and saw his pale flushed cheeks, his furrowed brow, and the tear that slipped from the corner of his eye.

Shen Ke was momentarily stunned.

How many years has it been since Lin Jian was brought back to the Shen family, and this is the first time in all these years that Shen Ke has seen him shed tears.

In the first time in the days of drifting in the sea of bitterness in general, have not seen him cry, the grief of losing his father at a young age have not seen him cry, childhood first into the new environment by the classmates ostracized have not seen him cry ...... so many years, Shen Ke even sprouted this child will not fall tears of the illusion of the child.

And in the moment, he shackled himself in his arms and wept silently.

"Little uncle ......" Lin Jian finally spoke, his voice tone was rueful, softly shouted, but it was the name that had not been used for many years.

His breath was still burning, his tightly closed eyelashes were moist, he just restrained and suppressed shouting over and over again, "Little Uncle ......"

"Uncle Junior ......"

Shen Ke froze in fear for a moment, and then eased the force on his shoulders and back, slowly leaning down next to Lin Jian, the hand on the teenager's thin spine turned into a light pat, just like a child's, patting and coaxing him one by one.

"Good boy, little uncle is here."

Lin Jian turned in line with his posture and curled herself into his arms, not making another sound.

Shen Ke's voice is low and deep, like a compulsion: "If you don't want to go to the hospital, go back to sleep, I'll watch over you, and when you wake up, you'll be fine."

A moment later, the teenager in his arms finally stopped tensing his body, and his limbs slowly relaxed, placing himself completely in this part of the world in his arms.

The cool and lonely young man was such a posture of eager dependence.

After a long time, Lin Jian seemed to fall back into a deep sleep, and Shen Ke sighed slowly, closing his eyes with him wearily.

Outside the window the night was deep and silent, and the moon was in shadow.

The snuggling together in the stillness of this room was so brief that it seemed like an illusion.

*

Lin Jian years ago, this big disease is really tortured, he grew up in good health, rarely sick, but the more so, once the person is sick, even the disease is like a silk.

Continuous home infusion for a few days, with a period of time with the medication, finally in the New Year a few days before the healing, is the eye to see the person again thin circle.

The disease was cured, but the knot in my heart was tied.

The charming thoughts that can only rise in the dark of night, as well as the amulet of the five-colored horse, have all been sealed in Lin Jian's heart and put on the shelf.

Don't dare let others pry half as much.

One week before Chinese New Year, Shen Ke took a day off to go back to his hometown with Lin Jian to add incense to Lin Jianghe's grave.

This was a custom that began in Lin Jian's first year in the Shen family, and during the eight years that passed quickly, this old custom remained unchanged.

Later, when Lin Jian grew up a bit, he also mentioned that he could go back to pay his respects alone without Shen Ke's accompaniment, but every time Shen Ke never let him alone, probably because he felt that on such a day, he couldn't let a child go to reminisce and savor the sorrows and pains of the past by himself, or maybe it was because he was obliged to light jianghe incense for Lin Jianghe, taking into account the unending relationship between the Shen family and the Lin family. Jianghe lit this incense.

They set off in the early morning, still driven by Shen Ke himself, with Lin Jian sitting in the passenger seat and a large bouquet of plain white flowers on the back seat.

The car drove out of the city, on the highway, take the outer ring, the scenery outside the window gradually faded, the prosperous city was left behind, into the mountains, the boundless desolation of the desolate pounced on the face.

After the car stopped again, several hours had passed. Shen Ke reached out and brought the bouquet of flowers from the back row, and before opening the door to get out of the car, his eyes skimmed over Lin Jian's side face, and after a pause, he asked him, "Are you okay?"

Lin Jian tucks her jaw into her scarf and nods, replying in a muted voice, "Not really dizzy."

Lin Jian motion sickness is a problem since childhood, short distance is fine, the symptoms are not obvious, if once the long distance of a few hours drive, it is more difficult to get through.

However, for reasons that cannot be explained, Lin Jian would get sick when he sat in other people's cars, but as long as Shen Ke drove the car, he seldom suffered from motion sickness. I don't know if it was because Shen Ke drove the car more steadily than other people, or because he sat beside Shen Ke and his heart was more stable.

Getting out of the car, the two walked towards the cemetery, not a long walk, but both were quiet and didn't speak.

When they arrived at Lin Jianghe's tombstone, Shen Ke placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, and Lin Jian took out a white scarf from his pocket and carefully wiped away the floating soil on the tombstone.

Heaven and earth were silent, and a long wind blew through the wilderness as Lin Jian pocketed the white towel that he had wiped the dirt with, and then knelt down on the cushion in front of the headstone.

Lighting incense, the smoke hovering, and then blown away by the cold wind, Lin Jian also lit a stack of paper money, put it into the stone slot in front of the tombstone, the firelight reflected the young man's stern and beautiful eyes, he slowly opened his mouth, called out "Dad."

At this time, Shen Ke always consciously moves away to give him space to be alone with his dear ones.

There were many things to say, but Lin Jian became more and more reticent as he grew older, and a thousand words choked in his throat, finally turning into a low voice again: "Dad."

I turned sixteen this year.

I left you when I was eight years old, and now the time we spent apart has taken up exactly half of my life, and in the coming year, it will be more of a separation than a companionship.

Eight years after eight years, there is no end to the reunion, but only long memories.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Lin Jian eyes down to burn paper, almost rustling whisper, "Grandparents treat me very well, these years I have not suffered a little bit of aggression half a bit of suffering."

In the earliest two years, Mr. and Mrs. Shen Zhangqian would occasionally mention Lin Jianghe and talk about this "favor" that they could not repay, but as Lin Jian grew older, such words were no longer spoken in recent years.

Their kindness to Lin Jian seems to have nothing to do with this "favor".

This is the companionship that has been accumulated over a long period of time, and it is also, in the words of Mr. and Mrs. Shen Zhangqian, a blessing from heaven.

As the stacks of paper money burned out, Lin Jian whispered, "Dad, keep the money - don't give it away, don't go back to the road, work hard and eat more."

With only the last pile of banknotes left in his hand, Lin Jian's hand hung above the melting firelight for a long time, and then suddenly raised his eyes to Lin Jianghe's tombstone, and as if he had made up his mind of some kind, he softly said, "It is said that fathers and sons are connected by their hearts, so are there some things that you can know even if I don't tell you?"

There is no sound around, only a cold wind crossing, like a low complaint, like a soothing.

Lin Jian took a deep breath and placed the paper money in his hand into the fire, before kowtowing heavily in the sudden leap of flames.

"If you want to blame or blame, if you want to beat or scold, when I see you on that day, you greet me as hard as you can, I'll take it all." Lin Jian's drooping eyes flashed, "But in the present life, you don't dream to persuade me to turn back."

A teenager's first heartbeat is the one that hits the south wall and doesn't die.