Zhao Lan sat in the room with a quilt. Seeing that her daughter was awake, she hurriedly stepped forward and probed her forehead: "Thank God, the fever is finally gone."
Bai Zhi sat up, feeling boring, "I had a fever last night?"
Zhao Lan nodded: "Isn't it? It burned all night, and I couldn't wake you up, but I was so anxious to death."
She touched her forehead, there should be some low fever, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed, took out a pack of cold granules from the medicine box, took advantage of Zhao Lan's time to wash her face, and hurriedly put it in the tea bowl. Rushed to drink.
Zhao Lan entered the room, sniffed and asked, "What's this smell?"
Bai Zhi smiled and said, "I just took the medicine, the medicine smells."
Zhao Lan said, without saying anything, she put the washbasin on the shelf: "Hurry up and wash, leave breakfast in front of you, and eat after washing. By the way, take a look at Hu Feng. I heard Big Brother Hu say, Hu Feng said all night of dreams last night, and his face didn't look good either."
Bai Zhi hurried to wash, then changed the sweaty clothes on her body, and then hurried to the front.
Hu Changlin and A Wu were dealing with porcupines in the yard. Seeing her coming, Hu Changlin hurriedly stopped his work and said to Bai Zhi: "Girl Zhi is here, your mother said you burned all night, how better now?"
Bai Zhi kept walking, and said to Hu Changlin: "It's better, the fever has gone down, what about Hu Feng? How is he?"
Hu Changlin said, "He is also awake, and he is drinking porridge in the back room. Go and see him."
Bai Zhi went straight to Hu Feng’s room and saw him sitting at the desk under the window, holding a spoon in his hand. The porridge in the spoon was already cold, but he didn’t deliver it to his mouth. He stared at the pear tree outside the window. , I don’t know what I’m thinking.
"What are you thinking about?" She walked closer, and naturally raised her hand to probe his forehead. The temperature was cooler than hers, which was a normal body temperature. She breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Does the head still hurt?"
Hu Feng returned to his senses, slowly lowered the spoon in his hand, turned his head to look at Bai Zhi beside him, his complexion was as calm as usual, but his eyes seemed to be raging on the surface of the hurricane, and the waves were turbulent.
"It's okay, how about you? Are you okay?"
Seeing that there was half a bowl of porridge left in the big bowl on the table, Bai Zhi pointed to the big bowl and said, "Are you still eating?"
Hu Feng shook his head.
"Then I'll eat, I'm starving to death." She picked up the big bowl and scooped a spoonful of porridge into her mouth. The warm white porridge slid down her throat into her empty stomach, which was really comfortable.
She squinted at Hu Feng, and saw him staring at her: "Why? Haven't you seen me like this?"
Hu Feng smiled suddenly, this girl, even if he did this kind of action that he used to think was rude, he thought it was cute, very cute.
"You are eating well, keep it up." He curled his lips and smiled.
Bai Zhi ignored him, regardless of whether he was telling the truth or not, whether he was ridiculing or what, she continued to raise her stomach and sacrifice her five internal organs.
After eating the porridge in the bowl, she put the bowl down, took the cloth towel on the table and wiped her mouth, and then asked Hu Feng, "I heard that you talked in sleep last night, did you remember something?"
Hu Feng watched her eyes flicker, and quickly turned to look at the pear tree outside the window, the smile on her face instantly disappeared without a trace: "No."
"Don't remember anything?" She raised her eyebrows.
Hu Feng answered her quietly: "Well, I didn't remember."
It doesn't look like he hasn't remembered anything. If he remembers something, why don't you say it? inconvenient? Or is it because his past is too dark