It was probably the first time for Song Yan to eat so much in one go.
After eating, he lazily retracted into the bed, wrapped in the quilt, his eyes were distracted, it seemed that he had stunned the child.
It's okay, sleep after eating, and gain weight, which is very good.
Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan's rare blank expression, raised the corners of his lips slightly, took the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen, cooked some instant noodles for himself, and washed the bowls and chopsticks after making do with it. Just went back to the room.
And someone in the room was clearly asleep, wrapped tightly in the quilt, not leaving a single corner for Xia Zhiye.
But he slept so well that people couldn't bear to wake him up.
Xia Zhiye could only sigh resignedly, took out a blanket from the cabinet to make do with it, touched Song Yan's forehead, and confirmed that he had stopped burning for the time being, then set the alarm clock, set the phone to vibrate mode, and stuffed it under the pillow.
The alarm clock goes off every hour.
Without exception, the notes are all "Take Song Daxi's temperature".
The school doctor said in the afternoon that Song Yan might have a fever again at any time at night. If he didn't find out in time, he would have a fever all night long and turn his good student boyfriend into a fool.
So every time Xia Zhiye just fell asleep, he would be woken up by the mobile phone under his head, and then he would cut off the alarm with his sleepiness, take out the thermometer, and lie down again after confirming that Song Yan's body temperature was normal.
This cycle went on and on, and I couldn't live in peace all night. It was only when the sky was light that I reluctantly let my mind go. I set the alarm clock to two hours later and planned to snooze for a while.
The strings in his head that had been tensed all night were finally loosened, and the drowsiness surged through the nerve endings, and he felt a ball of hot and scorching things burrowing into his arms in a daze.
Xia Zhiye was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyelids, so he could only hug the hot body that was restlessly rubbing against him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Hey, don't make trouble."
However, when the palm of Song Yan felt his hot skin temperature through the pajamas fabric around Song Yan's waist in the next second, the string in his head that was going to be loosened was almost instinctively awakened in an instant.
Sitting up, he stretched out his hand to caress Song Yan's forehead. The skin in the palm of his hand was hot and hot. He took out the thermometer and measured it, 39.9.
Hold.
Why did it suddenly burn so high
Xia Zhiye's drowsiness disappeared immediately, he got up and got out of bed, dressed hastily, pulled out a coat from the closet, packed Song Yan, took the medical records bag, and then picked up the whole person by the waist, and walked out of the house quickly go.
It happened that Grandma Liu got up and went out to buy vegetables. When she saw this scene, she ran over nervously: "What's wrong with Xiao Song?"
The wind was strong in the early morning, Xia Zhiye wrapped Song Yan a little tighter, and said in a low voice, "It's burning again, the temperature is very high, I want to send it to the hospital first."
"My God, why is it burning again. Wait a minute, grandma will go with you, there is an adult to take care of you." After finishing speaking, grandma Liu hurried back to the house to get her bank card and medical insurance card, and followed Xia Zhiye on car.
The taxi arrived at the hospital through the early misty autumn morning.
After the examination, the doctor looked at the previous cases and the examination results, and heaved a long sigh.
This sigh caused Xia Zhiye's nails to dig into his palm, but he tried to maintain a calm face: "Doctor, is he alright?"
The doctor pursed his lips, considered Xia Zhiye's eyes trying to keep calm for a while, and replied, "I can't say there's something wrong, but I can't say it's okay either."
Xia Zhiye: "..."
Can't say it's bullshit, but it's really useless.
"Don't worry, listen to me slowly." The doctor knocked on the case slowly, "According to the case provided by the school infirmary you took, this patient is suffering from long-term insomnia caused by long-term mental sub-health. Not good, in a bad mood, it will definitely bring a lot of burden to the body, so this fever is actually a wake-up call for his body function, understand?"
"Understood." Xia Zhiye looked down at the resume and asked, "Then why do you say it's okay?"
"It's okay because this condition is not an organ lesion, but just an adjustment of the body."
"adjust?"
"Hmm." The doctor nodded, "It's not a day or two that this kind of sickness has accumulated. It's just because of my youth and good health, I haven't shown it all the time. Once the mental state collapses, or suddenly relaxes, the whole person If you don't hold on to your breath, you will fall ill all at once, but it's not a big problem. It's a good thing to have a good rest and keep your body and mind happy. But... "
"But what?"
Xia Zhiye raised his heart.
The doctor sighed again: "I looked at the child's past drug history and it seems that he has undergone some antidepressant treatment, and he seems to be fine now, but you should pay more attention to his physical and mental health."
Antidepressant treatment.
Xia Zhiye's knuckles tightened a little more as he pressed his fist against the table.
Why have Song Yan and Shen Jiayan never mentioned this matter before.
He nodded: "Well, I see. Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"
"The rest is to let him rest more, eat more, try to reach the weight target, and then it's nothing."
"Okay, thank you doctor."
Xia Zhiye took the medical records and left the duty room.
Grandma Liu stood at the door and listened for a long time. In fact, she didn't understand it completely, but she could only understand that Song Yan's child was in poor health because of something in his heart and heavy thoughts.
Seeing Xia Zhiye coming out, he hurriedly tugged his wrist to the corner, and asked with some accusations: "Did you inform Xiao Song's parents about such a big matter?"
"No."
"You child." Grandma Liu was anxious, "No matter how much we take care of him, we are just outsiders. Xiao Song is sick like this, and he must miss his parents. How can you not inform?"
Notified Song Yan's parents, fearing that Song Yan's illness would never get better.
But when it came to Song Yan's privacy, Xia Zhiye didn't say much, just lowered his head, and answered casually: "His parents are busy, so they don't have time to take care of him, and it's useless to notify him."
"That's it." Grandma Liu seems to understand, "I said that no one cares about why this child is so thin. It turns out that the parents don't care at all. Alas, it's a crime. Then you can tell grandma if you have anything to do. Children are not familiar with the place here, so we have to take good care of them.”
"Don't worry, grandma, I'm fine now, you go back and take care of little mahjong first, I'll just stay here."
Grandma Liu originally wanted to stay and take care of her, but she was still a little worried about leaving Little Mahjong alone at home. After thinking about it, she took out her bank card wrapped in cloth and stuffed it into Xia Zhiye's hand: "There is still money in it." Two months' pension, if not enough... "
"Grandma." Xia Zhiye smiled, "You take the card back, I have enough money on me, if it doesn't work, I can ask my family to ask for it, where can I use you,"
"Really rich?"
"Really." Xia Zhiye took out his mobile phone and opened Alipay, "Look, it's more than five thousand, and I just earned it by selling study materials."
After seeing the numbers one by one, Grandma Liu finally believed her. She took back the bank card and gave some instructions before leaving in peace.
Xia Zhiye also returned to Song Yan's hospital bed.
The face of the person on the bed almost merged with the color of the pale sheets, the dark eyelashes drooped quietly, casting a faint shadow on the face, the forehead hair was a little too long, drooping over the corners of the eyes and eyebrows, looking transparent. With a dejected sickness.
It seems that the first time I saw Song Yan was like this.
I feel that although this boy is good-looking and well-dressed, he just has an inexplicable coldness and depression, making it difficult for people to get close to him.
At that time, I thought that Song Yan might have such a temperament, but after getting along day and night, I found that Song Yan was actually soft-hearted and easy to deceive, but he didn't know that he was easy to deceive, and he kept a straight face every day, so he felt very cute.
So what happened to such a cute Song Yan in the past, so that he needed antidepressant treatment, and what happened to make his father cruelly throw him to Nanwu by himself, regardless of what happened.
"We're sick of what the hell we used to have."
Xia Zhiye couldn't help stretching out his hand to smooth out the fine hair on his forehead.
Then the wrist bone is gently grasped.
The person who grabbed his wrist seemed to smell something good, turned sideways, and put his palm under his face, rubbing it lightly.
Xia Zhiye's palm was numb from the pressure, and tried to pull it out with a little force, but as soon as his knuckles moved, Song Yan frowned in dissatisfaction.
So he had no choice but to give up, and sat quietly by the bed, letting Song Yan grab his wrist, using his palm as a pillow, and then looked at him motionless.
It was already dawn outside the window, and the pale sunlight lazily shone down, dispelling the layers of mist that engulfed the cold air, and falling on the face of the sleeping boy, showing a fragile gesture of complete trust and dependence.
Xia Zhiye thought, no matter what life he had in the past, he wanted Song Yan to live happily and happily in the future.
Otherwise, I'm sorry that Song Yan likes herself so much.
You see, the way he is holding on to his wrist looks like an unforgettable love.
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Song Yan felt that he had slept the most hearty long sleep in his life.
There is a very comfortable thermostatic pillow in his sleep, and the pillow will tickle him, and he doesn't have to worry about whether he is going to be late or not finish his homework. Subconsciously, he feels that someone will take care of everything for him. So he unscrupulously indulged himself and went to sleep regardless.
It was not until the tiredness and sleepiness that had accumulated for a long time disappeared, and he could not sleep anymore, that he reluctantly opened his eyes.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw two long legs supported on the chair beside the bed, and an English paper was placed on the legs, holding the paper in one hand and the pen in the other, ticking the answers to the multiple-choice questions one by one.
This person actually secretly studied while he was sick.
Seemingly feeling Song Yan's condemning gaze, Xia Zhiye raised his head, and then saw Song Yan who was sleeping with messy hair staring at his long legs in a daze, and said with a light smile, "Why, did you notice that you Brother Ye's legs are simply perfect."
Song Yan: "..."
The brain has just woken up, the language function has not yet resumed operation, and the heart wants to curse people, but the brain can't keep up, and it gets stuck.
Not being ridiculed by Song Yan's sarcastic remarks, Xia Zhiye was not used to it, looked at Song Yan's still dazed look, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
The fever has subsided, and the indicator is normal. Why do people seem to be stupid
Holding the pen holder and shaking it in front of Song Yan's eyes: "Who am I?"
Song Yan rolled his eyes angrily.
Xia Zhiye chuckled and rolled his eyes to show that he was not stupid: "Test you a math problem."
"ask."
"Add 52.8 to 17, multiply by 5, subtract 3.9343, divide by 0.5, and subtract 170. What is the result?"
"520.1314."
"Not bad, it doesn't look stupid."
Xia Zhiye was very satisfied.
Song Yan: "..."
I couldn't help it: "Even a fool can answer this question."
"Don't say that, be careful that Xiaopang is in a hurry with you." Seeing that this simple little fool seems to have not realized what he has been fooled, Xia Zhiye couldn't help but smile, "So in order to reward us Song I hated my classmates for answering such a difficult question correctly, Teacher Xiao Xia decided to give you a prize."
Song Yan raised her eyes alertly.
Then I saw Xia Zhiye pull out a bracelet like a magic trick.
The bottom of the obsidian string is decorated with a dark blue moonstone in the middle.
Song Yan looked at his left wrist, which was already empty: "I bought this fucking thing myself."
"But I carved the wish for you with my own hands." With a little smile on his lips, Xia Zhiye pinched Song Yan's wrist and helped him put the bracelet back on.
Song Yan lowered her head, pinched the blue moonstone with her fingertips and turned it around, and there was a crooked happy character engraved on it.
Very ugly.
It's so ugly that someone did it himself.
"What kind of wish is that?"
Song Yan seemed disgusted.
Xia Zhiye was serious: "Grandma personally asked the master to ask this, saying that this happy word can wash away the fierceness in your name, and it will keep you safe and happy for the rest of your life."
Song Yan let go of the moonstone, lowered his hands, and said in a flat tone, "I don't believe in ghosts and gods."
"I don't believe it either." Xia Zhiye lay down lazily on the back of the chair, "Ghosts and gods don't care whether people are happy or not."
Then you still engrave such an ugly character.
Just as Song Yan was about to ask back, Xia Zhiye said slowly, "But I believe in people."
believer
Song Yan looked up at Xia Zhiye.
Xia Zhiye met his gaze, slightly bent his eyebrows, his light brown eyes were filled with a loose and incoherent smile, and his voice was loose and invisible: "Ghosts and gods are not trustworthy, but your wild brother is trustworthy."
"..."
At that moment, Song Yan seemed to understand what Xia Zhiye meant.
Ghosts and gods will not guarantee that he will be happy, happy, and happy all his life, but Xia Zhiye will.
The moment he understood this meaning, Song Yan felt as if his heart was empty.
He suddenly didn't dare to look at Xia Zhiye's smiling eyes, turned around in a panic, turned his back on Xia Zhiye, and threw out a random sentence: "Fuck your mother, brother Ye, can you stop being so nasty. "
"Is it nasty?" Xia Zhiye behind him seemed unaware, "Isn't the little mahjong usually very happy."
"I'm not a fucking little mahjong."
"I don't know who was clingier than little mahjong last night, just kept grabbing my hand and acting like a baby, biting one wild brother, not letting me go, crying and making noise when I left, and This man is still a sick man, what can you say that I am a weak man with a kind heart who doesn't want to see others suffer?"
Song Yan: "..."
He had a bad feeling.
Turning around again, looking at Xia Zhiye's wrist, he saw a circle of light red marks on the wrist bone, as if he had been violently abused.
Xia Zhiye raised his wrist and shook it: "This criminal suspect, do you want to appreciate his crime scene again?"
"..."
Song Yan felt a little guilty.
He felt that the pillow in his dream last night might really be this hand, and judging from the depth of the red marks, he estimated that he had grasped it for at least five or six hours.
There was a strange feeling in my heart, but my face was still tense and indifferent: "Don't be miserable, you are a living person who wants me to let go of a sleeping person, so why should I not let go?"
"You're right. But..."
Xia Zhiye drawled his tone.
Song Yan looked up at him again.
Xia Zhiye frowned, and slightly twitched the tails of his long and narrow eyes: "But when did I say I wanted you to let go?"
"..."
At that moment, Song Yan was almost sure that his fever must not be gone, otherwise how could he suddenly speed up his heartbeat.
So he rang the calling bell on the bedside without expression.
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just take your temperature."
After Song Yan finished saying this, he lay flat on the bed, with his hands on his chest, his expression as if he was facing an enemy.
The author has something to say: Doctor: What's the matter with Song Yan.
Song Yan was very serious: Doctor, I think I have a heart attack.