My boss is too weak to take care of himself

"Go and see him, really, just take it as me begging you." Shen Nan didn't want to see Ye Xia's dazed look, so he directly clarified the reason for his visit.

Xi Shuang lowered her head and remained silent.

"You don't need to make trouble like this, right?" Shen Nan became flustered and said, "I know, as a woman, you are more likely to be criticized in this matter, and many things are unfair to you, Ye Xia has no scruples. You have your own considerations, and you can't make mistakes, but... But no matter what, I think you can get along peacefully. If there is friction, just let it go. Ye Xia may be a little lacking sometimes. He's not mean, but you know him too, and you know he's never meant anything."

Like an old father, Shen Nan chattered endlessly, for fear that Xi Shuang would reject him cruelly.

Xi Shuang looked up at Shen Nan, sighed, and said, "Okay, I'm not so heartless yet, I'll go see him."

Heart disease needs heart medicine, Xishuang is Ye Xia's medicine, Shen Nan comforted there for a long time, it may not be as good as Xishuang to talk to Ye Xia.

In fact, without Shen Nan's persuasion, when Xi Shuang saw Ye Xia on the side of the road, he found that his face was pale and haggard. She wanted to say something at the time, but she couldn't help but run away in the end.

It takes a lot of courage for Xi Shuang to stay away from Ye Xia, but sometimes she doesn't even need a reason to go to him.

Sometimes she flinches just because she is a moth and afraid of being burned.

When following Shen Nan into the village chief's house, Xi Shuang was full of apprehension. Shen Nan pointed to a door and told her that Ye Xia was sleeping inside, and he ran away quickly.

Xi Shuang hesitated at the door for a moment, adjusted her mood, and then gently pushed the door open.

The light in the room was dim, the thin curtains were half drawn, and when the door was pushed open, the light spread in like a tide, covering Ye Xia's body.

He was lying on his side on the bed, with his hands resting on his cheeks, frowning with a restless expression on his face.

Some fine dust was flying in the light, and the smell of dust rushed to the tip of his nose. Xi Shuang walked slowly towards the bed.

Every step I take, I seem to be afraid of waking up the spirits in the world.

But Ye Xiajueqian, he noticed when someone pushed the door, he thought it was Shen Nan, so he kept silent and didn't respond, but he didn't look like Shen Nan when he heard the cautious footsteps.

It wasn't until a familiar smell lingered at the tip of his nose that he realized that the person who came in was Xi Shuang.

He has reached the point where he can recognize Xi Shuang just by smell without looking.

Because Xishuang likes to use Johnson's body wash and orange-flavored shampoo, these two flavors have been engraved in Ye Xia's memory, and it's easy to startle.

Xi Shuang went to the bed and sat down, staring down at Ye Xia who was breathing shallowly.

His eyelashes trembled slightly in the halo, and the fluff on his skin was clearly visible.

Xi Shuang just looked at him like this, her eyes traced his outline, tall and straight roots, sharp eyebrows, curly eyelashes, pale chapped lips, and finally rested on his tightly clenched hands.

His fingers are slender and soft, with slightly raised joints, like a piece of clear bamboo.

Xi Shuang stretched out her hand to cover Ye Xia's clenched fist, feeling the temperature of his fingers with her dry palm.

It was very cold, and his whole body in this room exuded a damp and melancholy smell. Xi Shuang's shoulders slumped, and he bent down to rest his forehead on the overlapping palms of the two of them, and gently rubbed Ye Xia's side face. the tip of the nose.

Although Ye Xia didn't open his eyes, his eyelashes trembled rapidly, and hot breath spewed out from his nasal cavity, hitting Xi Shuang's side face directly.

Xi Shuang stepped back a little distance, brushed his chin with her slender fingertips, then got up, just like when she came, and disappeared behind the door without disturbing a cloud.

When Ye Xia opened his eyes, the time in the room passed away like running water, he put his face close to the back of his hand, with bewilderment and mist in his eyes, and exhaled lightly.

The bonfire party started at [-]:[-] p.m., the ridge was still covered with indigo, and the sun was slowly burning from the place where Jinwu slanted to the west, and the night gradually swallowed up the skylight. Then, the moon quietly showed a smile, quietly overlooking the village surrounded by mountains .

The dry pine branches are entangled with the fire, making a chirping sound, as if to indicate that a certain journey is approaching the end, and then turn into dust and blow away in the wind.

Ye Xia woke up from a deep dream, his body broke out in cold sweat, when he got up, something slowly flowed into his blood, making him wonder what happened.

After stepping through the darkness, following the hot firelight, he came to the square and saw faces talking and laughing around the red bonfire with hope and longing under the red light.

Shen Nan saw him sharply and waved at him.

Ye Xia pulled up the zipper of his jacket and pressed it against his chin, and walked slowly over.

Near the bonfire, Ye Xia felt the warmth of his whole body. Mr. Liu clinked glasses with Ye Xia through his assistant. Ye Xia looked at the clear liquid in the glass and felt bitterness in his mouth.

Only then did he realize that he didn't have the boldness to "drink three hundred cups at a time", but only three thousand worries.

Someone was playing sanxian and cucurbit silk, and the villagers were dancing around the bonfire. Ye Xia was pulled to join in, clumsily imitating the example.

At the end of a melody, Mr. Liu asked his assistant to bring the donated materials and distribute them to the villagers one by one according to their accounts.

Ye Xia withdrew from the crowd, and when she looked up, she saw Xi Shuang standing at the edge of the square, smoking a cigarette with her head bowed.

The smoke dissipated into the night, only her blurred figure and the red light of her fingertips.

There was a long distance between the two, and the expressions on each other's faces could not be seen clearly. Ye Xia walked towards Xi Shuang's direction, but was held by the arm of Mr. Liu's assistant, and asked him to distribute it too. Materials.

Ye Xia was pulled into the crowd, and those loving supplies were handed over to the villagers. He heard the villagers' thanks, and when he looked away from the crowd again, Xi Shuang had disappeared.

The bonfire party lasted until eleven o'clock at night, and everyone left in a dispirited mood.

Ye Xia was hugged by Mr. Liu on his shoulders. On the way back, he heard Mr. Liu talking about his happiness.

Early the next morning, Ye Xia was woken up by Shen Nan and washed up briefly. The village head was already waiting in the yard. When Ye Xia followed the village head out with a small basket on his back, he glanced at his watch. Four fifty.

Shen Nan and the village head walked side by side, asking some questions about wild mushrooms, Ye Xia listened with one ear but not the other, and Mr. Liu's words from last night echoed in his mind.

"Ye Xia, I'm already in your favor. I'm afraid that no one has ever eaten the mountain treasures you picked by yourself? Don't worry, Brother Liu, I can see clearly that you have a heart."

Ye Xia patted his head, trying to wake himself up.

That's right, Ye Xia's father didn't treat him like this.

Thinking about it, they had climbed over a hill and entered a low jungle.

Ye Xia felt the dewdrops in the morning and the breath of the mountains. Looking around, the sky had turned white. Under the magnificent and magnificent scenery, what she had to endure was the rugged mountain road and the vegetation that could scratch people's skin at any time. .

When the sun rose, the entire jungle began to steam, and countless flying mosquitoes and insects circled around the three of them following the human scent.

Ye Xia put the hood of her jacket on her head, and tightened the drawstring to wrap herself tightly.

The village head leads the way, and from time to time, he can find wild fungi hidden under the thick pine needles, which are fragrant and will make a crisp sound when they are pulled out.

Ye Xia was dumbfounded, and wondered if the village head had the ability to locate wild fungi. In such an environment, unless Ye Xia had clairvoyance, he wouldn't be able to find anything.

In the mountain forest, there are huge dry and fallen trees, thick and thin hugged by one person, at first glance like a ferocious boa constrictor, lying across the low bushes.

Ye Xia heard the faint sound of wind coming from a distance, getting closer and closer, fluttering the leaves, playing a melodious tune above his head.

With a sound of "click", he heard the soft fallen leaves under his feet crack. He kicked the fallen leaves away with his toes, and a nest of unknown wild fungi, large and small, was crushed by him, and thick black juice flowed out. The corrupt fungi shuttled back and forth, absorbing nutrients.

The village head looked back, smiled and told Ye Xia the name of the wild fungus. Ye Xia didn't understand, but he probably understood that it was not edible and would cause poisoning.

Ye Xia looked at a few unrotten baby fungi beside her, which were pink and tender, stained with water mist, not poisonous at all.

He smiled bitterly, raised his sore legs, followed the pace of the village chief, and continued to move towards the depths of the mountain.