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Title: The Tangled Relationship
Guo Jia doesn't like taking medicine. Having had enough of the bitter taste of Chinese medicine that saved his life, he met Jia Xu and his health inexplicably improved. While others succumbed to the flu, Guo Jia could still smile and hold on for a few more days, avoiding becoming the first to fall and never recover.
However, there's always a risk. When Jia Xu returned home, he saw Guo Jia lying silently on the stacked chairs, a large magazine covering his face, looking no different from usual.
However, Jia Xu had a bad feeling and when he lifted the book, he saw that Guo Jia's face was abnormally red. When he touched his forehead, it was scorching hot. Jia Xu squatted down and gently called out to Guo Jia. Guo Jia responded slowly with a hoarse voice, clearly unable to speak due to his swollen throat.
After receiving the message, Guo Jia's parents hurriedly came to take him to the hospital. As Jia Xu watched Guo Jia lying on his father's back, he recalled some things he knew.
Because Guo Jia was in poor health and the specific reason couldn't be identified, he had to rely on various medications, burning through a lot of money. As a result, his parents worked tirelessly to earn money, and Guo Jia spent most of his time at Xun Yu's house, being taken care of by Xun Yu.
Thinking back to when they had just met, Xun Yu had asked Jia Xu to look after Guo Jia. Jia Xu had searched everywhere for Guo Jia to bring him back to class, but as he was coming down from the top floor, he saw Guo Jia sitting at the corner of the sixth floor, where no one had gone, counting the pills in his hand, and swallowing them with a sip of water.
Then he felt nauseous, almost instantly vomiting a mouthful, which he then swallowed back down, covered his mouth with his hand, and let the mineral water drip through his fingers. Guo Jia looked at his palm in silence for a long time, then took a tissue to wipe it dry.
Finally, he remembered when Jia Xu reluctantly admitted that Guo Jia was very capable. Guo Jia asked with a smile what exactly was so capable about him, whether it was his academic performance or the fact that every time he got sick and everyone thought he was going to die, he miraculously recovered. Jia Xu was never good at talking to people, and being choked by Guo Jia, he couldn't say anything at all.
Guo Jia is like a young rotten cactus, unable to grow due to the decayed cracks, but its soft thorns mercilessly pierce Jia Xu, only Jia Xu.
Jia Xu believes he doesn't have a masochistic tendency, but every time he tries to leave, seeing Guo Jia's eyes, seemingly forever filled with tears, softens his heart again.
When did it all start to become like this? Jia Xu can't understand. Does he pity Guo Jia? Or does he sympathize with Guo Jia? It's all too ridiculous. The proud son of heaven does not need sympathy.
Jia Xu finished a whole set of problems without understanding any of it. Then, in a flash of inspiration, he remembered what Guo Jia said by the sea. He said, "Wenhe, I am not afraid of death. I am afraid of the people who will be sad because of my death."
The pale phalanges exude a temperature that pierces through the heart and lungs, and everyone is doing their utmost to keep Guo Jia alive, such heavy pressure.
Chapter Seven Iced milk
The old fan blew against the bamboo chair at the door, and upon returning home, Xun Yu looked at Guo Jia and threw the ground full of ice cream sticks, which was a blow to the head.
After finishing, Jia Xu handed the rolled-up painting to Uncle Lin and said, "Please frame the painting that Uncle Lin brought." Jia Xu nodded and took the painting, then turned and went into the house with an ice cream in his mouth.
Xun Yu picked up an ice cream and squatted down next to Guo Jia, asking him what major he planned to study after graduation. Guo Jia mumbled with the ice cream in his mouth that he didn't know. Xun Yu fell silent for a moment and asked softly, "Are you really not going to continue studying calligraphy?"
For a moment, both of them fell silent. After a while, Guo Jia smiled and said, "Brother, practicing calligraphy is a very demanding task."
Xun Yu understood what Guo Jia meant, but seeing his younger brother, who had grown up before his eyes, give up something he loved was also a very helpless situation.
Xun Yu remembers many years ago, when Guo Jia's parents entrusted Guo Jia to the Xun family. Xun Yu stood on the steps at the door, watching his younger brother, who had a pale face but a smiling expression, bid farewell to his family. He remembered his brother calling out "Brother Xun Yu" in a fragile voice, and recalled the unpleasant medicine and the different flavored candies.
Later, Guo Jia's health improved a lot, and he was able to continue doing what he loved. However, as Guo Jia had said, calligraphy was a very demanding activity. When Xun Yu saw Guo Jia feeling upset because of the effort he put into his final stroke, Xun Yu also felt deeply saddened standing at the door of the hospital room for a long time.
Xun Yu is a genius, a child from someone else's family. From childhood to adulthood, there is nothing to pick on in his interactions with others. From beginning to end, he seems like a child favored by heaven. It was with Guo Jia that he first understood what it meant for heaven to be jealous of talent.
When Jia Xu came out of the inner room, Xun Yu had already left, and Guo Jia was eating Iced milk from a box, having also tidied up all the scattered wooden sticks on the ground.
Jia Xu dragged a bamboo chair and sat down next to Guo Jia, slowly unrolling a book and starting to read. Guo Jia turned his head and glanced at Jia Xu, remembering the first time they met outside of school.
At that time, Guo Jia was carrying a completed calligraphy work to try his luck in the old street, hoping to find a craftsman to mount it. Instead of finding the craftsman, he encountered the apprentice Jia Xu.
At that time, Jia Xu was sitting behind the counter reading a book. Guo Jia lifted the curtain, entered, and looked at the samples for a while without alarming Jia Xu. It wasn't until Guo Jia placed the items on the counter that Jia Xu slowly stood up, opened the paper and glanced at it, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did you write this?"
At that time, Guo Jia was also young, and he snorted and asked in response, "Could it be that a dog wrote it?"
Guo Jia and Jia Xu don't have any major conflicts, it's just a matter of competing for the top spot in their grade. Today it's you, tomorrow it's him. They don't see each other much, but rumors have made it seem like they are at odds. Although Jia Xu does indeed dislike Guo Jia's frivolous behavior.
They say "seeing is believing," Jia Xu looked at the words in his hand, then at Guo Jia, and felt that this saying was false.
Jia Xu took on Guo Jia's order, and from then on, often took orders from Guo Jia. After Guo Jia learned a bit about Jia Xu's family background, he frequently introduced business opportunities to Jia Xu.
After being divided into liberal arts and science classes in the second year of high school, Guo Jia and Jia Xu became desk mates. They were also asked by the class teacher and Xun Yu to take care of Guo Jia more, and their relationship went from being ordinary customers to a higher level.
Guo Jia also relied on his good connections, and during that summer vacation, he frequently moved a freezer to Jia Xu's store. He would come every few days. The number of items sold was not as much as what Guo Jia ate, but since Guo Jia was paying for it, it didn't matter to him.
Guo Jia asked Jia Xu about Xun Yu's issue again, and Jia Xu turned a page in the book and said something about leaving home.
Guo Jia leaned against Jia Xu's knees and laughed. The sticky melted ice cream was wiped onto Jia Xu's leg by Guo Jia, earning a kick from Jia Xu. Guo Jia asked again, and when Jia Xu realized that Guo Jia was serious, he also fell silent for a while before saying, "Doctor, lawyer, or scientific research?"
Guo Jia fell silent, the melting ice cream dripping from his fingertips onto the ground, attracting a small group of ants drawn by the scent. He turned a page in the book, and a warm breeze rose, as Jia Xu asked, "What's wrong?" His tone was indifferent, as if he was not talking about his own future.
Guo Jia hesitated for a long time before asking, "Don't you want to study calligraphy, painting, or cultural relic restoration?"
Jia Xu smiled, closed the book and leaned over to look into Guo Jia's eyes, asking, "You don't even study calligraphy, why should I learn it?"
Guo Jia didn't expect that his conversation with Xun Yu had been overheard by Jia Xu. He stepped back a bit and leaned against the door frame, awkwardly saying, "I didn't say I wouldn't learn it either."
Jia Xu remained unmoved, with his shoulders shrugged, and simply said, "Guo Jia, it's been half a year since you were last hospitalized."
He seemed to be acting as if Guo Jia had bullied him, while Guo Jia looked absentmindedly at the lush green potted plant outside the shop door. He remembered a fortune teller from long ago who had said that he would have a benefactor at the age of eighteen. At that time, Guo Jia had been half skeptical, but now everything was clear.
Guo Jia grabbed Jia Xu's hand, pulled him off the chair, and embraced his waist as they tumbled to the ground. The tall threshold cast a shadow, and the lifted door curtain fell with a crisp sound as the beads collided.
Guo Jia lowered his head and kissed Jia Xu on the lips, cold and carrying the sweet taste of Iced milk.
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