After grinding outside for too long, when Shi came back to school, the second class in the afternoon was about to begin. He called Liu Yong and asked him to bring the textbooks for himself, and then carried the takeaway box and gifts directly. Went to the classroom.
When he entered the classroom, the class bell just rang, he walked quickly to Luo Donghao and sat down, took the book handed over by Liu Yong, opened it, waited for the teacher to start the lecture, took out the gift Lian Jun gave him from his pocket, and opened it gently. —He came back in a hurry, before he had time to see what the gift from Lian Jun was.
The box opened, and a black-gold pen came out.
He was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Lian Jun would actually send a pen. He took out the pen and turned around to take a look. Soon at the top of the cap of the pen, he saw a small engraved golden squiggly character-Jun.
This guy…
He couldn't help but smile, touched the word, opened the cap, and saw that there was ink in it, he took out the notebook and wrote the word "jun" on the paper.
A light ink fragrance diffused, much like the smell that occasionally drifts in Lian Jun's study.
He suddenly laughed harder, and immediately understood the meaning of the pen that Lian Jun gave him—even if it was in class, he had to hold "Jun" all the time and feel the breath of "Jun".
What a cunning man.
Luo Donghao suddenly abducted him.
He returned to his senses and looked at Luo Donghao suspiciously.
Luo Donghao motioned to him speechlessly for the teacher on the stage, and then pointed his finger at the corner of his mouth, suggesting that he had just laughed too stupidly.
He hurriedly reduced his expression, glanced at the teacher who was writing on the blackboard, coughed and put the pen back in the box, and concentrated on listening to the class.
After the afternoon class was over, Shi Jin called Liu Yong and Luo Donghao, went to the cafeteria with the take-out box and borrowed the store’s microwave oven. After the take-out was heated, he shared them with them.
"Hey, your boyfriend is so sweet, I am so envious of you." Liu Yong sighed while eating.
Shi Jin felt very happy, with a smile on his face, and replied shamelessly: "Well, he is really sweet."
Liu Yong was choked by a meal and decided to let him go. He ignored Shi Jin. This fool, who was full of boyfriends, changed the subject and said: "The final physical fitness test is about to begin, but the weather forecast says it will snow and run long distances. What to do, run against the snow? Our school does not have an indoor track."
This is a big problem.
Shi Jin took out his mobile phone and checked the weather forecast for the last few days, and said, "It may be postponed. The school shouldn't let us test in the snow."
"I hope." Luo Donghao glanced at the gloomy sky outside, a little worried.
…
Amidst the students' worries, heavy snow fell one after another, and soon covered the ground. The school had to change the test time for outdoor test items such as long-distance running with the time for the indoor cultural course test. I hope that the weather will clear up soon after the cultural course test is over.
The examination time was adjusted, and the review time was suddenly reduced. The students complained and felt miserable.
After seeing the notice from the school, Shi Jin directly turned on the hell review mode in order not to hang on to the subject. He pulled Liu Yong and Luo Donghao into the library every day, and planned key review courses. On weekends, he would make remote video calls to the two of them, and They communicate and review their experiences.
Being taken by Shi Jin, Liu Yong and Luo Donghao also tense unconsciously, holding the books and chewing into the darkness.
Time hurriedly passed by in the review, the heavy snow fell and stopped, stopped and stopped, and finally, when the cultural class exams of all grades were over, the sun came out.
Liu Yong was so touched that he was about to cry, holding the ugly snowman at the door of the dormitory, crying bitterly: "Devil, Shijin, you are the devil, I will never review with you again next time, where do you come from? The review materials that I got are too many and terrible."
Shi Jin finally returned to normal after the exam, embarrassedly dragged him off the snowman, and said: "That is the review outline that my tutor gave me based on my textbook. He said that as long as you remember those important points, No matter what you test, you can pass the exam... Okay, well, I’m not right. We don’t need to review the culture class after the exam is over."
Liu Yong was actually just screaming and venting his joy after the exam. He immediately returned to normal after hearing the words. He said: "You actually have a tutor in college. At this point, you must not let the group in your dormitory. People know, otherwise they will definitely have to talk outside again."
Shijin nodded, feeling a headache for those guys in the dormitory. He could feel that the group of people actually didn't have any malice, but the subtle feeling of not being able to get along with each other, and the feeling of being spied on in life was really bad.
It would be great if you could change roommates, but even if you want to change, you have to wait for the junior to move to the dormitory...
"The physical fitness test is going to take two days. The long-distance running in our class is arranged the day after tomorrow. I hope it won't snow again that day." Luo Donghao was still a little worried about the weather. ?"
Liu Yong was also excited when he heard the words. He stretched out his hand to grab Shijin's collar, and deliberately said fiercely: "Don't tell me that you have to accompany your boyfriend during winter vacation, and there is a limit to the importance of color and friendliness."
Shi Jin looked up at the sky and said embarrassedly: "Actually... After the holiday, I might leave City B immediately to spend the winter on the island... The winter in City B is too cold, you know."
Liu Yong & Luo Donghao: "..."
"Ah! You damn rich man!" Liu Yong loosened his collar, turned around and picked up a snow ball from the ground and smashed it towards him.
Shi Jin hurriedly avoided and ran away.
Liu Yong roared with courage, and chased after he stepped forward.
Luo Donghao looked at the naive two, his face was speechless.
…
On the last day of the physical fitness test, the heavens were not beautiful, and the snow fell when the students in class one ran halfway through the run.
Liu Yong gritted his teeth: "Luo Donghao, you crow's mouth! It's all because you keep talking about it. When we first go out, there will be the sun tomorrow!"
Luo Donghao retorted: "The weather forecast originally stated that it might snow today."
"But the weather forecast says night!"
Shi Jin hurriedly intervened between the two of them, and calmly said: "It's okay, it will consume physical energy to speak. Let's finish running quickly. It will be bad if the snow gets bigger and bigger."
Liu Yong and Luo Donghao shut up when they heard the words, and both quietly speeded up.
…
The exam ended smoothly. On the first day of the winter vacation, Shijin, who was excited all night after the holiday, suddenly fell to the ground on the way to make a snowman and was rushed into Uncle Long’s medical room by Lian Jun and Guyi.
"Running in the snow, after running into a sweat, I didn’t know that I would take a shower and change my clothes to warm up, so I came back wearing semi-damp, non-dry clothes. I still ate cold drinks at night and stretched my head in the morning. Go out the window to see the snow in the yard, so tossing, whoever is sick if you are not sick!" Uncle Long angered to take his body temperature, then his face turned dark, "39°6, go and find a bed to lie down." Hold, hang on the water."
Shi Jin obediently found a bed to lie down and glanced at Lian Jun, who was stopped by Uncle Long's assistant and frowned and looked worried, and squeezed a smile at him.
"What a giggle, so are you, Young Master Jun. Didn't you pick him up yesterday? Why did you make him come back in sweaty clothes. It was also this morning. Didn't you find out that his face is so red?" Uncle Long blocked Shijin. Looking at the line of sight, while adjusting the bracket for hanging water, he counted down Lianjun.
Lian Jun clenched his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair unconsciously, and said, "It's my problem. I have no idea. He has always been in good health. I am sloppy. I saw his face flushed a bit before, and thought he was because of it. Excited to go to make a snowman."
Shi Jin quickly helped him speak: "No, it's obviously me..."
"Shut up for me." Uncle Long opened the quilt to cover him, and covered his unfinished words back. "If you are sick, be honest, Gua Yi, take someone to Jun Shao's room for disinfection. Jun Shao Starting today, before Shijin’s disease is completely healed, you must live separately, and you are not allowed to have close contact at ordinary times, so as to minimize the time in the same room to avoid infection."
Lian Jun looked at Shi Jin who was lying on the hospital bed, his face calm and silent.
"Young Master Jun, I'll be fine. I retire after I slept for a high fever one afternoon. You wait until I get well and make you a snowman." Shi Jin hooked his head to coax Lian Jun, his face was still red, and he looked stupid. Pathetic again.
Lian Jun slid his wheelchair to get closer, but was firmly blocked by Uncle Long’s assistant. He was unwilling to give up, forced himself to slow down, and said to Shijin to comfort him: "You have a good rest, I will be guarding outside. you."
Shi Jin wanted to say no, but seeing his unsightly expression, he swallowed silently and said, "Let's play mahjong together for a while."
Lian Jun felt a bit resentful about his physical condition, but he did not miss it, and said, "Okay."
…
The illness came like a mountain, and Shijin couldn't wait until Lian Jun took the tablet, so he just tilted his head and fell asleep. During his sleep, his brows kept frowning and he was obviously uncomfortable.
Lian Jun put down the tablet and slid the wheelchair into the medical room under the gaze of Uncle Long.
"Jun Shao." Uncle Long disapproved.
"I'll just look at him and don't stay for too long." Lian Jun insisted.
Finally, Uncle Long compromised, took out a mask and handed it to him, saying: "Don't get too close, you can't be sloppy now. If you get sick and damage your body again, all your previous efforts will be wasted."
Lian Jun said in a low voice that he understood. He took the mask and put it on, slid the wheelchair to the side of the hospital bed, and reached out to touch Shi Jin's overheated face.
Probably because he felt that Lian Jun's fingers were cool and comfortable, Shijin's frowning brows relaxed a little, and he instinctively leaned over here.
Lian Jun felt soft, leaned over to him, wanted to kiss him and held back, touched his hand hanging in the water with his other hand, and gently stroked, "Sorry, I didn’t take care of you... Get well soon. ."
"Bamboo rice..." Shijin suddenly said vaguely, and smashed his mouth.
Lian Jun was taken aback, looked at Shijin, suddenly laughed, touched his face again, and said, "Okay, when you get better, we will cook bamboo rice for ourselves."
…
Shi Jin had a dream again. In the dream, he was lying on the hospital bed with a numb face, and Li Jiuzheng in a white coat stood beside the bed. Li Jiuzheng did not speak, nor did he speak. The two were like two statues lying and standing one another. They were obviously alive, but they had lost the breath of a living person.
The sky was getting dark, no one turned on the lights, and the night was filled, making the sharp scalpel in Li Jiuzheng's hand more and more terrifying.
"Will you survive your 19th birthday?" Li Jiuzheng suddenly opened his mouth, his voice low and hoarse, sounding weird and hollow.
"The family is here again, arguing about the ownership of the inheritance in front of my patient's bed." Li Jiuzheng played with the scalpel in his hand. His white and slender fingers were beautiful and dangerous. "They all think my patient is going to die, but it is a pity that I Saved him. They were disappointed, and I like to watch them disappointed."
He finally stopped being numb, and moved his eyes to look at Li Jiuzheng beside the bed.
Li Jiuzheng also looked down at him, his beautiful face was expressionless, his lips opened and closed, like a demon chanting: "I will also save you, I will not let you die, you will never want to die." He said so. , There was boundless cold killing intent in his eyes, his hand lowered, and the scalpel was forced over.
"Good night, Brother Fifth." He greeted the opponent's murderous intent, his voice was also numb, and slowly closed his eyes, "See you in hell."
The ward returned to quiet, and after a long time, the sound of footsteps sounded away, and the devil finally left.
He loosened his grip on the double opening, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, opened his eyes, and looked at the door of the ward—want to leave here, want to leave this tomb, save...
Beep—
The monitoring instrument uttered the sorrow of the end of life, as if the pain of stripping the soul spread throughout the body.
"what!"
Shi Jinzhe opened his eyes and stared at Li Jiuzheng who was peeling apples sitting next to the hospital bed for a few seconds. He hadn't reacted to his brain yet, and his body had already taken a step forward, and he rushed forward. A grappling hand snatched Li Jiuzheng's hand. Hold the knife in the backhand, with the tip of the knife pointing downwards, aiming at Li Jiuzheng’s neck, pushing down hard—
"Little Jin!"
Xiang Aoting's voice suddenly came from behind, and then his wrist was grasped by a powerful hand.
The tip of the knife hovered above Li Jiuzheng's neck, Shi Jin froze, his eyes widened and he stared at Li Jiuzheng, his mouth was slightly open and panting, his face was driven to desperate madness.
Li Jiuzheng was pressed under him, staring blankly at what he looked like at this time, his lips suddenly tightened, and he reached out to hold the knife in his hand, and continued to fall toward his neck.
"What are you doing!"
Xiang Aoting was shocked, and hurriedly pulled Shijin's hand up, hugged his body and moved him away from Li Jiuzheng, grabbed the knife in his hand and threw it aside, looked at Li Jiuzheng and said, "Xiao Jin is burnt. Are you confused too, calm down!"
After saying that Shijin put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, touched his face, forced him to look at himself, and said, "Xiaojin, look at me, it’s okay, calm down, you are safe now, calm down. Come down."
Shijin’s eyes recovered a little bit of clarity, and then realized that he was affected by the memory and emotions of the original owner again. He raised his hand and held his forehead painfully, and said: "I want to see Jun Lian, where is he? I want to meet him."
Xiang Aoting hurriedly took out his cell phone and called Lian Jun.
Li Jiuzheng looked at Shi Jin's now weak and uncomfortable appearance, and squeezed his hands firmly.
…
Lian Jun rushed over quickly and took Shi Jin into his arms.
Uncle Long was anxious and angry, but couldn't help it, so he asked Lian Jun to put on the mask.
Shi Jin began to feel faint again, and fell asleep again after lying in Lian Jun's arms for a while. Lian Jun touched his hair, cautiously coaxing him for a long time, and put him back on the bed after he fell asleep completely.
After comforting Shijin, Lian Jun came to the medical room, took off the mask on his face, looked at Li Jiuzheng and Xiang Aoting who were waiting outside, and asked: "What's the matter? So, what did you tell him?"
Xiang Aoting frowned, and replied: "I didn't say anything, Xiao Jin seemed to have a nightmare. After waking up suddenly—"
"He is afraid of me." Li Jiuzheng said suddenly, with a flat tone, more like talking to himself, "He was afraid that I would kill him. How could he not be afraid of me? I used to take him when he was injured and unable to resist. Brought to Rongcheng, and almost killed him in the cemetery."
"Jiu Zheng." Xiang Aoting called him in a deep voice.
Li Jiuzheng turned his head to look at him with straight eyes: "He remembers the clothes I wore that day, all the things I did... Brother Si, am I finished?"
"Enough." Lian Jun interrupted them, looked back at the door of the medical room, and said, "I don't care what mood you are in here, I only know that Shi Jin wants to have a reunion dinner with them. Don’t undermine his expectations. Gua Yi, take them to the guest room to rest."
Gua Yi, who was standing behind him, immediately took a step forward and signaled Xiang Aoting and Li Jiuzheng to leave with him.
Xiang Aoting glanced at the door of the medical room, then looked at Lian Jun, frowned, and took Li Jiuzheng who didn't want to leave, and led him out of the medical room.
…
Shijin was dragged into a dark-grey dream. In the dream, he lived in Li Jiuzheng’s private hospital. His consciousness was sometimes sober and sometimes chaotic. All he could smell was the smell of medicine and disinfectant, and all he could hear was the smell of medicine and disinfectant. With the sound of medical equipment, when you opened your eyes, you could only see the pale and monotonous ward.
No one talked to him. Oh, no, there are people, there is only one person.
Da, da... The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground is faintly heard.
He trembled, opened his eyes, and looked at the door in horror.
The footsteps disappeared, the door handle was twisted, and a figure in a white coat appeared behind the door.
"The nurse said that your mental condition is very unstable." The devil was approaching, with a heart-piercing mechanical speech, "This is not good, you need a good rest, and rest to be healthy. Shijin, you can't die now. "
No, it's impossible. The car accident damaged his internal organs. He is about to die. His organs are failing a little bit. The gods can't save them. He doesn't want to-
A scalpel stretched out in front of him, and a cold light flashed.
"Painful?"
He looked at the tip of the knife in front of him, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.
"Want to get free?"
His lips moved, but he couldn't speak.
"May I help you get rid of it?" A familiar and unfamiliar face leaned over, with cold eyes and a cold tone, "Is it painful, can I help you get rid of it?"
He closed his eyes, not wanting to see such an expression on this face.
"I'm your brother, I naturally want to help you."
His face was touched by fingers that were cold and not like a living person, and then the hand moved a little bit and stopped at the pulse of his neck.
"But you are dead, what should I do."
Fingers left with the strong smell of disinfectant water, he opened his eyes again and looked at Li Jiuzheng who had already stood up straight, his eyes couldn't help holding hatred.
Li Jiuzheng also looked at him, touched his eyes, smiled suddenly, bent over and picked up a bottle of medicine, opened it and poured it into the medicine he was injecting.
"You are my only brother, a gift from God." Li Jiuzheng said, watching the liquid medicine flow into his body through the tube a little bit, with a satisfied look on his face, "Go to sleep, be obedient. ."
The cold liquid medicine poured into his body, and the sleepiness gradually came. He tried to open his eyes wide to see Li Jiuzheng's expression at this time, but suddenly his eyes were covered by the opponent's hand.
"Don't look at me with these eyes." The devil whispered, with a trace of emotion he didn't understand, "I can't help but take you to hell with you. You are a gift, Xiaojin, I don't Will let you go."
Darkness strikes.
There was a faint sound of mahjong, Shijin's consciousness suddenly broke free from the dream, slowly opened his eyes, and looked sideways in the direction where the sound of mahjong came from.
Lian Junzheng held the tablet and looked at him quietly. Seeing him looking over, he reached out and touched his head, and said: "The fever has gone, but you have slept for a long time. Uncle Long said you'd better get out of bed after you wake up. It’s not good for your health to stay lying down for a while."
Shi Jin closed his eyes and slid his head against his palm.
"Your brothers have all arrived and are making reunion dinner for you in the kitchen. Do you want to go and see?" Lian Jun touched his forehead and asked softly.
Shijin opened his eyes, squinted, thinking about the scene in his dream, and nodded.
Lian Jun then got up from the wheelchair, stepped forward to support him, led him to the bathroom, washed him a bit, and then continued to lead him out.
"Your leg..." Shi Jin looked at his leg worriedly.
Lian Jun squeezed his hand and said, "It's okay. Recently, Uncle Long gave me a new medicine. It won't hurt."
Shijin nodded, and instead shook his hand, poking Xiaodie in his heart: "Before attacking Li Jiuzheng, I dreamed of the scene when the original owner was dying... It's terrible. The feeling of death is not good at all."
"Jin Jin..." Xiao Death said in a worried tone.
"I'm okay." Shijin soothed, regaining his sanity from the gloomy dreams little by little, "These things always have to overcome the past. This reunion dinner is a good opportunity... You pay more attention to me. If necessary, you can paralyze my physical mobility, lest I really do anything irreparable." At the end of his life, the original owner’s mind is full of ideas for revenge and death with his elder brothers, if it’s true With those emotions occupying the brain, he guessed it would be over.
The little death replied in a low voice and was silent for a while, before suddenly asked: "Jin Jin, did I do something wrong?"
The question was endless, but Shijin understood its meaning. He glanced at Lian Jun walking beside him and said, "No... Thank you for giving me the opportunity to meet Lian Jun."
…
When he arrived in the kitchen, Shijin's body was already feeling much better. He didn't say anything, he stood by the door and looked at the busy brothers inside, slowly adjusting his thoughts and emotions.
"Does Xiao Jin dislike eating ginger?"
When Shi Weichong asked suddenly, Shijin took the opportunity to cast his eyes on him, and took a closer look at him.
After not seeing him for a while, Shi Wei Chong became thinner, and his always frowning eyebrows unfolded, and his breath became much gentler. When he talked to Fei Yujing from his side, his eyes were warm, and he seemed to be more popular than before.
"I don't know." Facing Shi Weichong's question, Fei Yujing answered honestly, still in the indifferent lawyer posture, but funnyly holding a handful of vegetables in his hand.
Shijin moved his gaze to Fei Yujing again, watching him look indifferent at all times, the corners of his mouth twitched, and there was not much emotional fluctuation in his heart—what kind of fluctuations could there be? Faced with such a bad mood Those who are magnanimous, who pursue their interests thoroughly, feel that all their thoughts are wasted.
"Fifth, are you lying to me again, Xiaojin really likes to eat onions?"
Rong Zhouzhong's voice suddenly sounded, Shi Jin looked sideways and saw that Rong Zhouzhong was standing at a small table, cutting onions with a twisted face, peach blossom eyes glowing red, and tears streaming down his eyes.
Shijin couldn't help laughing.
Are you an idiot? I don't know how to prepare water or cover my nose when cutting onions, crying so ugly.
"Brother, wipe your tears first." Xiang Aoting leaned over and frowned and handed a tissue to Rong Zhouzhong.
Rong Zhouzhong took it and wiped his eyes directly. As a result, he accidentally wiped his fingers first, and immediately let out a hot howling. He cursed Li Jiuzheng while looking for the faucet to wash his hands and wash his eyes. Xiang Aoting watched him touch everywhere like a blind man, hurriedly stretched out his hand to help him, and called him helplessly to make him quieter.
Shi Jin looked at the two of them, his smile deepened, his gaze turned slightly, and then he faced Li Jiuzheng's gaze.
Li Jiuzheng was killing a fish, with blood in one hand and a knife in the other.
In an instant, Shijin's smile froze.
There was a cry.
Li Jiuzheng let go of the knife, lowered his head and began to frantically wipe the blood from his hands on his clothes. While wiping, he looked up at Shi Jin, anxious but unable to say anything. He wiped the orange color that usually saw him completely dirty. The sweater stiffened and stopped slowly.
What kind of idiots is this after all.
Shi Jinchang exhaled, readjusted his emotions, raised his hand and knocked hard on the kitchen door, attracting everyone's attention, smiled at everyone, and greeted, "Brothers, good afternoon."
Hell or something, whoever loves to go down, he will never go down anyway.