The doctor prescribed a three-day fluid infusion, but on the second day, Xu Tangcheng had no other symptoms except that he was still very weak and unable to eat. The emergency bed could not be occupied all the time. Yizhe wanted to hospitalize Xu Tangcheng, but Xu Tangcheng stopped him and told him to ask the doctor if he could go back to school for an infusion.
I asked the doctor, and the doctor gave me a transfer order and took the medicine for two days.
These two days, Xu Tang Chengdu could only drink some rice porridge, and even at the beginning, only rice soup. The porridge sold in the school's cafeteria was either too thin or too thick. YiZhe turned around, but he didn't really like it, so he went to a porridge shop near the school and packed two servings of porridge.
In the winter, wrapped in clothes, it was still hot when it was delivered to Xu Tangcheng's dormitory.
"This is millet and pumpkin porridge, this is vegetable porridge," YiZhe opened the lids of both crisper boxes, "one sweet and one salty, which would you like to drink?"
Xu Tangcheng held a spoon, and there were still very shallow marks on his hands that were whitened by tape. He looked up and saw YiZhe's face reddened by the wind.
He knew that this porridge shop tasted good, but it was not very close to the school. It takes 20 minutes to walk there. Even by bus, there are no trains that can just arrive. The front and rear platforms are still a short distance from the porridge shop.
Seeing YiZhe looking into his own eyes, Xu Tangcheng suddenly realized that there were already too many things inside that he couldn't respond to.
Be careful and take great care.
He hadn't noticed before, but now he can't ignore it anymore.
"I'll drink millet porridge." He lowered his head to avoid his gaze, and he pushed the other one in front of Yi Zhe, "Have you eaten yet?"
YiZhe shook his head and pushed the portion back to him: "I'm not hungry, you eat first. You can drink it instead, just eat a little bit of rice first, and drink both soups."
Xu Tangcheng silently took a sip and put it in his mouth.
Very fragrant and the temperature is just right.
After taking another two sips, he said to Yi Zhe, "You should go to the cafeteria to eat. There will be no food in the cafeteria later. Eat more, you haven't eaten well in the past two days."
He was ill for two days, and Yi Zhe followed him. He used to have just the right amount of flesh on his face, but looking at it today, the cheekbones are even more pronounced.
YiZhe still shook his head. He was worried and wanted to watch him finish eating.
Xu Tangcheng wanted to persuade, but at this moment, the door of the dormitory rang. Cheng Xu carried a big black plastic bag wider than him, arched the door with his elbows, and squeezed in.
"What's the matter?" After entering the door, Cheng Xu immediately threw the bag to the ground and ran to Xu Tangcheng's side, "Why is it so serious?"
Facing his question, Xu Tangcheng was taken aback: "How do you know I'm sick?"
Even the classmates in the class didn't know about his illness. The only one who knew about him was Yi Zhe. Xu Tangcheng turned to look at Yi Zhe, who hurriedly shook his head at him, saying it had nothing to do with him.
"Someone told me."
Cheng Xu was a little hesitant when he said this, which made Xu Tangcheng strange.
"Who?" he demanded.
Cheng Xu just said a name, and Xu Tangcheng was even more strange when he heard this unfamiliar name: "Who is Zheng Yikun?"
"My classmate." YiZhe suddenly interjected. After that, he thought of something and added: "But I didn't tell him."
It stands to reason that Zheng Yikun should not know Xu Tangcheng at all. Except for the photo with no face, he has never seen him. Yi Zhe thought about it again, and then he remembered that he had indeed told Zheng Yikun to go to the hospital.
He suddenly rushed out of the classroom that day and didn't return for another night. Zheng Yikun naturally wanted to ask when he met him. But he didn't ask anything specifically, just grabbed him and asked him where he was going. Yi Zhe was in a hurry to accompany Xu Tangcheng for an infusion, so he casually said, "Go to the hospital."
Sitting there recalling, Yi Zhe felt very puzzled. "Go to the hospital" can read "Xu Tangcheng is sick" and "Very ill"
Xu Tangcheng listened to Yi Zhe's talk about this, he stirred the porridge without saying a word, and didn't know what he was thinking. After rushing YiZhe to the cafeteria to eat, he turned around and called Cheng Xu again.
"You and this guy named Zheng Yikun have a good relationship?"
"No," Cheng Xu didn't think about it, and immediately shook his head, "He always loves to tease me, and I don't like to stay with him."
After he finished speaking, he opened the big black plastic bag.
Xu Tangcheng looked sideways and found that it turned out to be a huge bear. It is big enough to be in a plastic bag after being flattened just now. When unfolded, it is estimated that it will be taller than the floc when pulled. He was startled and almost choked on the porridge in his mouth: "Where did you get such a big bear?"
"Zheng Yikun... For me." He swallowed the word "send".
When Xu Tang was established, he felt that something was wrong: "Didn't you go on a business trip with the teacher?"
Cheng Xu nodded: "Yeah, but as soon as my plane landed, he called and said that he was at the airport, and then insisted that I come back with him. After I got in the car, he said that the bear went to the video game city to win yesterday. Yes, don't give it to me."
If it was before, Xu Tangcheng would not have thought about it. But the scene in the hospital made him open a door he had never noticed before. I have been thinking about it over and over for the past two days, recalling a lot of things from the past, and unconsciously, I have become more sensitive in some aspects.
It's more intuitive than sensitive. And the bigger intuition is that this person named Zheng Yikun, whether male or female, is not suitable for flocking.
Judging from Zheng Yikun telling Cheng Xu that he was sick and serious, this person is very smart. He can figure out what other people think, easily infer the context, and complete the complete process of an event.
flocculent…
Xu Tangcheng looked at the person who was holding the big bear, wondering where to put it.
I am afraid that if someone sells it, I will help the number of people, say the kind of person who is ten yuan short.
Xu Tangcheng put another spoonful of porridge into his mouth. After thinking about it for a long time, the porridge was already a little cold, and he didn't dare to drink it after taking two more sips. After tidying up the lunch box, looking at Cheng Xu's back as she packed up her things, she pondered over and over again before opening her mouth.
"You... it's better to stay away from that 'Zheng Yikun'." After speaking, Xu Tangcheng felt that he seemed a bit arbitrary. After all, he had never met Zheng Yikun at all, and all conclusions were just inferences. He changed his mind and said, "Or if I have time, I will get to know him through Yizhe."
It doesn't seem right either.
Xu Tangcheng felt that his speech was incoherent, he hadn't eaten for more than two days, and his thoughts were always chaotic, which made him almost lose his ability to think. Seeing Chengxu looking at him strangely, he sighed and said, "Forget it, let's talk about it later."
When Yi Che went downstairs, he saw the person who had just been mentioned standing by a willow tree smoking a cigarette, squinting his eyes, not knowing who he was looking at.
Zheng Yikun also saw Yi Zhe, he waved at him, and smiled crookedly.
YiZhe swept aside and saw that the man had changed his car again.
After Xu Tangcheng was almost healed, Mother Yizhe's behavior still couldn't be changed. Even if Xu Tangcheng was busy again and could hardly see each other, he would call or send text messages every day to remind Xu Tangcheng to eat on time no matter how busy he was.
The graduate students' winter vacation will be held later, and Xu Tangcheng's laboratory is almost the last one in their college. But it was long overdue for the undergraduates to take a vacation, but Yi Zhe didn't leave either.
Cheng Xu looked at the mobile phone that had been flashing beside her, and asked Xu Tangcheng softly, "Aren't you going to answer?"
Xu Tangcheng watched silently for a while before picking up, and very briefly replied to Yi Zhe's advice over there.
After hanging up the phone and facing the full screen of codes, Xu Tangcheng couldn't concentrate anymore. The cursor flickered, knocking on his temples with sudden pain.
After the students in the school left for a while, the print shop that Xu Tangcheng often went to closed. He was in a hurry to print a project assignment book that day, so he went to the one on the southern half campus. Coincidentally, while waiting for the empty machine, he ran into Lu Ming.
"You haven't left yet?"
"Don't mention it," Lu Ming scolded and continued, "Isn't there a dance competition this semester? Song Ruizhi asked me at the beginning of the month and asked me to report him the information, it's fucking annoying."
Song Ruizhi is currently the teacher in charge of the student union. When he came up, Xu Tangcheng was already a senior and withdrew from the student union. But he had heard of this teacher's style, at least as far as he knew, few students would not complain about him.
"I'm really fed up with him. At that time, when the competition was held, this dance was not allowed to be danced, and that dance was not allowed to be danced. The girl who danced jazz well, he insisted that the dance was too serious, and the leader couldn't dance like this. You don't know how many problems he picked on us during the rehearsal, from stage layout to program settings, rules and procedures," Lu Ming raised his hand and raised a finger at him, "187 items, let us write them down one by one. Change, I wanted to stab him in the face with a pen and a pestle."
187
Even Xu Tangcheng was shocked by this number.
Lu Ming added: "The problem is, he doesn't understand anything. You think he can have any good opinions. Just that Sir, if you want to follow what he said, he will jump fart. When I was rehearsing, I asked them to follow What he said about dancing is exactly how you should dance during the official performance."
Xu Tangcheng raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you scold you on the spot?"
"Scolded, I told a few of us to go out and scolded us in the corridor." Lu Ming smacked his lips, "But what's the matter with love, I don't want anything from the student union, after taking me in the second half of the year Just fuck off, don't expect him to say anything nice to me."
Thanks to a certain laboratory teacher, Xu Tangcheng deeply understands what it is like to have an unreasonable boss and teacher. He patted Lu Ming on the shoulder and comforted: "It's okay, I have to deal with the teacher in the student union, and he won't really do anything to you. Besides, your activities are well done, which is obvious to all, not what he said. Anything can be rejected for you."
"I think so too, so I'm too lazy to pay attention to him, but the review has to be handed in." Lu Ming smiled indifferently.
Xu Tangcheng went to the printer to get the materials, and when he walked to the table, he was about to sort it out, when Lu Ming suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, they told me that Yi Zhe was going to retire."
"retreat?"
"Well, isn't he your brother? I just talked to the people in the literature and art department and asked them to take care of him. They told me a few days ago that Yizhe said he didn't want to stay in the student union and wanted to retire."
Now, just mentioning the name Yizhe makes Xu Tangcheng feel different from before. He sorted out the pages in his hand, poked them all on the table, and swiped them down for a long time.
"What's the reason, do you know?"
"Well..." Lu Ming pulled out the USB flash drive, "I'll go out and tell you later."
Send the information to the Science and Technology Office, and on the way back, Xu Tangcheng was thinking about what Lu Ming had just said.
Not fit in
This, Xu Tangcheng knew before. But he always felt that Yi Zhe was much better now, and there shouldn't be too many problems in this regard.
As for the conflict with the teacher, well, he should know too.
Walking to the playground, Xu Tangcheng exhaled heavily. He looked around, picked a seat in the stands and sat down.
He felt that it was too late to realize that YiZhe was always different in front of him and in front of others.
After inadvertently breaking his mind, the reasons for many things seem to be traceable. Why did he apply for the exam here, and why he applied for the same major as him, all at once had the answer.
He even suddenly remembered that not long ago he was in the process of talking and asked Yi Zhe, "Do you have someone you like?"
Touching the thinnest and softest little finger, Xu Tangcheng discovered for the first time that as soon as some problems appeared, they could be immediately judged as unsolved. No matter what kind of thinking he thinks and what kind of solution he tries to find, he can't solve this problem.
The phone rang again, the same name, at this time.
Xu Tangcheng sat quietly and did not answer the call.
Unsolved problems, or do not do well.
He watched as the phone screen went dark, but quickly came back on again. That attachment that would never stop made him feel scared. He had always been so biased and feared that he would be wronged by his younger brother. Suddenly, he didn't know how to deal with it.
Only then did he understand how powerless he was. He didn't even dare to objectively analyze his feelings and consider whether there was a possibility to hug him. He didn't dare to face him, and he also didn't dare to face himself. He didn't dare to investigate what was the reason for his distress and partiality.
Because he knew that if he also embarked on this path, they would really have no way to go back just by the bravery of that young man.