The next day, Yu Zhidong woke up with his head on the table. Not only was his head groggy, but his throat was also very sore. He barely managed to stand up with the help of the table. His vision suddenly turned black and he almost fell to the ground. He cursed in a very bad mood.

He shook his head hard to clear his head, but his head hurt even more.

Yu Zhidong held onto the door frame as he walked out and called out to his mother, "Mom, do you have any antipyretics at home?" Mrs. Yu heard him and walked over to ask, "What's wrong?

Do you have a fever? "

Yu Zhidong sniffled. "Maybe. I'm a little dizzy."

Mrs. Yu put her hand on his forehead and was shocked. "Your head is so hot that you can fry an egg. How can you just take medicine?"

She took off her apron with one hand and helped Yu Zhidong up. "Let's go to the hospital and get an IV drip."

Song Xuan had been quietly reading in her room all morning. She looked at the sky and wondered why Yu Zhidong hadn't come yet. Just then, she heard someone calling her name from outside.

She went out to look and saw Zhou Xiaofeng jumping up and down beside the low wall, waving at her. "Sister-in-law, over here!"

Song Xuan quickly walked over. Before she could ask him anything, Zhou Xiaofeng spilled out everything. "Sister-in-law, Brother Yu had a fever this morning. It's almost 40 degrees. He's now on an IV drip at the hospital!

Do you want to go see him? "

By the time Song Xuan arrived, Yu Zhidong had already fallen asleep. His face was flushed red and his lips were dry and peeling. He didn't seem to be sleeping well. His brows were tightly knitted …

Song Xuan suddenly felt a surge of sour and bitter emotions when she saw him like this. It was very uncomfortable … Her heart ached as she reached out to stroke his tightly knitted brows. Perhaps because he smelled something he liked, Yu Zhidong's expression gradually relaxed …

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from behind. Song Xuan turned around and his eyes widened. It was the very kind auntie from the other day.

Now, she smiled at Song Xuan and said, "He's fine. He just had a bottle of IV drip. His body temperature has already dropped."

Song Xuan nodded at first. Then, as if he had realized something, he asked with slight embarrassment, "Auntie, are you Yu Zhidong's … mother?"

"Ah!

Yes, I'm his mother! "

Upon hearing this, Song Xuan became a little reserved and greeted her obediently. Mother Yu happily responded, "Oh, good, good, good." Then, she threw aside the water that she had poured out earlier. Her son didn't care anymore. He held Song Xuan's hand and chatted happily with her.

Zhou Xiaofeng silently watched the development of the situation from the side. He looked at Yu Zhidong who was lying on the bed with some sympathy and made a "tsk tsk" sound. He took pleasure in Yu Zhidong's misfortune and thought, "Brother Yu, seeing that you are so miserable today, I will magnanimously forgive you yesterday."

Mother Yu sat for a while. She said that she had something to do at home and left. Before she left, she pulled Zhou Xiaofeng away with her.

When Yu Zhidong woke up, he vaguely heard the girl's voice before he even opened his eyes. He thought that he was dreaming!

Then, a soft hand was placed on his forehead. At the same time, he smelled a familiar scent.

He reached up and grabbed that hand, pulling it to his chest.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the girl in front of him was smiling. She was the girl he had been longing for.

With a hoarse voice, he struggled to squeeze out a sentence from his throat. "Why are you here? I'm fine …" Song Xuan heard his hoarse voice and frowned. He stopped him from continuing to speak.

It was inconvenient for him to hold her right hand. She could only turn sideways and pick up the water on the table and pass it to him. "Brother Xiaofeng told me. Also, weren't you fine yesterday?

Why did you suddenly have a fever?

Did you stand outside for a long time last night? I don't know, right? "

Yu Zhidong drank the water. He didn't want to talk about the stupid thing he did last night.

However, he didn't want the girl to think that he was weak. He thought that standing outside for a while would cause him to have a fever. He simply shook his head vaguely.

He didn't know if it was because Yu Zhidong had a good physique, but he came in with a fever of 40 degrees in the morning. After three bottles of water, he recovered most of his energy.

Song Xuan wanted to accompany Yu Zhidong for a while and wait for his mother to come so that she could take Yu Zhidong home. However, Yu Zhidong didn't agree. He insisted on leaving now. He even pretended to be pitiful and wanted Song Xuan to accompany him.

Song Xuan was helpless against his rascal behavior. Looking at his sickly face, she didn't feel at ease letting him go back alone. She could only helplessly nod and agree.

This time, because Yu Zhidong was sick, Song Xuan carefully supported him along the way.

Originally, Yu Zhidong was afraid that people would gossip about her, so he didn't want her to get too close to him. However, Song Xuan disagreed. Since the two of them had already confirmed their feelings, there was no need to hide.

After the Qingming Festival, the weather gradually warmed up.

Song Xuan's house was completely different from when she first arrived. Yu Zhidong sent things over from time to time. Not only were there small decorations, but there were also wardrobes, dressers, tables, chairs, and benches … They were all made by Yu Zhidong himself and sent to Song Xuan.

During this time, Song Xuan called home and sent a few letters. She confessed to her and Yu Zhidong to Father Song and her brother.

She didn't know how they discussed it, but in the end, Father Song and Brother Song said that they would make time to come over during the Dragon Boat Festival.

Yu Zhidong seemed to have something to do these two days and had to go out. Song Xuan hadn't seen him for a few days. However, this was also good. She also had time to study properly and didn't want him to dawdle around her all the time.

Beijing, the Song family.

Ever since they found out that their obedient daughter/little sister was dating someone else, the two men in the Song family had a strange aura.

One always got angry for no reason during meetings, while the other drilled the new recruits to death on the training ground.

When the father and son came back in the evening, the two of them sat across from each other at the dining table. After a moment of silence, Brother Song took the lead and said, "Father, I've already asked for leave today. If you can't make time, I'll go over."

Father Song was silent for a long time and could only helplessly agree. There were a lot of things to do recently, so he couldn't easily leave Beijing.

However, his son had always been steady and reliable. It would be reassuring for him to take a look at that man.

The Dragon Boat Festival was coming soon, and this was also the busy season for farm work.

It was the time for the village to harvest wheat. The importance of grain to the farmers was self-evident, so everyone was busy in full swing.

A group of educated youths, including Song Xuan, were also assigned very heavy tasks.

However, Song Xuan only went to harvest wheat once, and when he came back, he was covered in red bumps all over his body.

After that, Yu Zhidong went to the village's barefoot doctor and said that he wanted Song Xuan to help him dry the herbs.

Even if he arranged other work for her, it was actually just an excuse for Song Xuan to be lazy.

It wasn't that the others didn't have any objections. Zhao Wencai complained that "he and Hu Mengyun can't work either, so they also want to do easy work."

However, when Yu Zhidong found out, he almost beat him until he was paralyzed, so he obediently went to harvest wheat.

In the past few months, because of Song Xuan, Yu Zhidong hadn't fought or caused trouble for a long time. Moreover, he seemed to be particularly gentle and good-tempered, which might have given some people a misconception.

After a few months, Little Tyrant Yu once again used his fists to defend his position as the village tyrant.

He used practical actions to show that no matter how amiable he was on the surface, he was still that lawless, arrogant, and overbearing Yu Zhidong.

When Brother Song came, he didn't tell Song Xuan. At noon, when the villagers were resting, he drove a car to Zhou Family Village.

Although he didn't want to alarm the villagers, a small car was a very rare object at this time. The villagers heard the sound and ran over to join in the fun.

When Yu Zhidong arrived, the car was already surrounded by people. A circle of people gathered around and whispered to each other.

There was a vacuum around Song Yi. There was no smile on his face, and he was talking seriously with the village chief.

He was dressed in simple black clothes and stood in a casual posture. His back was straight, and he had an imposing manner without being angry.

As soon as Yu Zhidong set his eyes on him, he felt a sharp gaze shoot straight at him.

Song Yi narrowed his eyes and sized up the young man whose appearance and temperament were particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

At first glance, he had a feeling that this was the person Xiao Yan was talking about.

At this time, Yu Zhidong suddenly remembered that the little girl had told him that her father and brother were coming.

Moreover, if he looked carefully, this man's eyebrows were indeed similar to the little girl's, but his face was more robust.

When the old village chief heard about Brother Song's purpose, he was about to ask his grandson to take him to Zhiqing Courtyard when Yu Zhidong squeezed over and volunteered to help.

On the way, Song Yi secretly sized up this young man. He was good-looking, and his attitude in front of him was neither servile nor overbearing. His imposing manner was very ostentatious, and it was difficult to associate him with this simple village chief.

However, Brother Song gritted his teeth and thought that no matter how good he was, he was still a bastard who seduced his obedient sister.

When they arrived at Zhiqing Courtyard, Yu Zhidong knocked on the door of Song Xuan's room as if he was entering his own home.

"Hey, hey, are you up?"

A familiar voice came from inside. "Yes, wait a moment."

There was a burst of light footsteps, and the door opened, revealing a familiar little face.

Then Song Yi saw that his little sister didn't even look in his direction, and only smiled sweetly at the stinky brat.

Song Yi coughed hard, attracting the two people's attention. The little girl's eyes lit up, and she ran over with a cheer. "Big brother, why are you here?"

Brother Song reached out to catch his precious little sister, and his stiff face suddenly revealed a smile. He lovingly rubbed Song Xuan's head. "What's wrong?

You don't want me to come? "

Song Xuan wrinkled his nose. "Of course not!

I really, really miss you! "Then he looked behind his big brother and asked doubtfully," Big brother, didn't dad come? "

"Yes, dad has been a little busy recently, so he really can't come."

When Song Xuan heard this, he was disappointed for a moment, but then he smiled again and ran over to Yu Zhidong to Brother Song. He said to him, "Brother, he's Yu Zhidong. I told you about him in the letter."

Brother Song's face suddenly sank, and he reluctantly tugged at the corner of his mouth to respond.

In a place where Song Xuan couldn't see, the two people's eyes were crackling with sparks.

Not long after they entered the room, Yu Zhidong's parents came over. Brother Song could ignore Yu Zhidong, but he couldn't in front of the elders.

Moreover, when he saw his little sister snuggling up to Yu Zhidong's mother, he knew that they must have gotten along well.

Because his mother had passed away early, and his father was very busy at the time, Song Xuan was practically raised by Song Yi.

Perhaps because he didn't have a mother when he was young, Song Xuan's personality had always been a little timid, so after he sent her here, he and Father Song were so worried that they couldn't sleep at night.

However, looking at her now, she seemed to be more lively and cheerful than before.

Song Yi only stayed for one night and left early the next morning.

After Brother Song left, Song Xuan tidied up the things in the room and prepared to bring the tonics and milk powder that his brother had brought over to Yu Zhidong's mother. At this time, Yu Zhidong came over.

Song Xuan looked at him and smiled widely. His eyes were bright. "What a coincidence!

I was just about to look for you! "

Then he pointed at the pile of things beside him. "Look, I was just about to bring them to Auntie. These are all good for her health …"

Before Song Xuan could finish speaking, Yu Zhidong suddenly went up to her and hugged her. He pressed her against his chest and rested his chin on Song Xuan's head. As though he had made an important decision, he slowly said, "Wifey, I have to go out for a while. Be good and wait for me at home, okay?"

Song Xuan looked at Yu Zhidong's solemn expression and listened with a grave expression.

After he finished speaking, she silently reached out her little hand and pinched his firm back.

She wrinkled her nose and complained coquettishly, "I thought you had something to do.

That's it. Didn't you always go out in the past? "

Then she struggled slightly out of his arms and narrowed her eyes as she asked, "Tell me, did you come over to scare me on purpose?"

Yu Zhidong suddenly burst out laughing as though he had been seen through. He laughed and said, "Yes, yes, I was teasing you on purpose!"

Then he hugged her tightly in his arms again and pecked Song Xuan's smooth forehead. "If anyone dares to bully you or anything happens when I'm not around, you can tell Zhou Xiaofeng and the others that I'll talk to them!

Okay? "