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Jiang Rao sneaked out.
She dreamed at night that Rong Ting was ill.
His slender body was huddled under the quilt from head to toe, shivering and shivering like a small animal trapped in the snow.
How did you become so sick
In the middle of the night, she woke up.
After waking up, Ming Shao and the talented Jiang Ping were called to sneak out of the hospital together with her.
□□This matter, once born, twice acquainted.
Stepping on the stone steps, she slowly walked out from the low wall of Jiang's backyard.
When he got to the west of the city, he couldn't open the door no matter how hard he knocked, so he went in alone, and asked Ming Shao and Jiang Ping to watch outside.
While riding on the wall, I kept worrying about whether he was so sick that he passed out, and he couldn't even hear the knock on the door.
Jiang Rao was out of breath, and knocked on the door vigorously, but there was still no answer in the room, and she was sweating more anxiously than the sweat from being tired just now.
She raised her voice and called again.
"Brother Ting, are you awake? Are you alright?"
If no one answers, she will break in.
"Wait first." Finally came a dull voice from inside the room.
The tension in Jiang Rao's heart dissipated a lot. She waited for Rong Ting to open the door for her. After waiting, she only heard the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground inside. .
It was a bit blurry to distinguish things in the dark, and the mess in the room could be vaguely seen.
The furnishings were crooked, and the room was filled with the smell of herbs, making Jiang Rao extremely uneasy.
What about Rong Ting
She subconsciously walked towards the bed, but was almost tripped by someone.
Looking down, he saw a figure falling to the ground.
Rong Ting
Why is he down here
Jiang Rao opened his eyes, trying to see a little more clearly.
I really waited to see a little more clearly, but I covered my eyes with an "ah".
She turned away, blushing unbearably.
"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" Her voice was trembling, her palms pressed against her eyelids.
A voice came from behind, "I'm taking a bath."
The cold wind blowing in from outside the door stirred up a layer of chestnuts on Rong Ting's drenched skin.
In such a state of embarrassment, he didn't want her to see him like this.
"Niannian." His deep voice sounded like a sigh, and there was a bit of blame in his helplessness, "I didn't let you in."
"I, I didn't mean to."
Jiang Rao was so flustered that she almost didn't know what to say.
In fact, she has seen his body before. In her dream, she asked her to watch him while he was taking a bath. The skin that the thin shirt could not cover—the chest, or the ankles that were shriveled and deformed due to years of not walking, and had an ugly and terrifying appearance.
It's just that the dream is different from the actual seeing and feeling.
Inopportunely, her mind went through the scene she saw in the darkness just now.
The young man's naked back could not be seen clearly in the night. Although it was not as broad as his back in the future, only a thin and tough outline could be vaguely seen, but it was not as weak as she thought it was skinny.
"Then I'll go out now." This thought made her cheeks even hotter, and her head turned red like a cooked shrimp.
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Can't think anymore, she has to try to think of something ugly to shake off the image that shouldn't be in her mind.
So she thought about the ghost things she embroidered after embroidery, and walked out.
But just as the tip of the toe left the ground, the other foot seemed to be caught by something, the center of gravity was unstable, and the body fell backwards.
Slipping along the wet ground and falling into a cold embrace.
There was only a muffled hum in my ear.
Although Rong Ting had the strength to stretch out his legs, if he really hooked someone into his arms, he would suffer retribution.
There are faint veins on his forehead, and his leg hurts from being hit.
Hearing the painful moan, Jiang Rao immediately got up from his lap.
She wanted to see how he was smashed by her, and when she saw him, she remembered that he was naked, covering her eyes, and was about to cry because of life.
"Don't go." Rong Ting coughed twice, "Bring me that kudzu scarf by the bed and some clothes."
He smiled helplessly, "You can't let me stay naked all the time."
The blush on Jiang Rao's face was so bright that it was about to drip down. With an "oh", she groped in the dark to the side of the bed, hugged the clothes he wanted, and took two steps in his direction, then turned her back to the bed. Looking at him, "Clothes, here."
Then he was in a state of uneasy hands and feet, neither walking nor not walking, his fingers twisted together awkwardly.
"Did you fall in the tub? Why is there water all around?" Her voice was as loud as possible, trying to cover the sound of changing clothes behind her.
She also covered up her embarrassment and awkwardness.
"Yeah." Rong Ting said lightly, raised his eyes and glanced at the back of her red neck.
He didn't mention his embarrassment just now, but asked, "Are you hot?"
His head was dizzy, his voice was much weaker without any disguise, and he sounded very sick.
Jiang Rao thought that his words were hinting to her that he was a little cold, so he immediately went to close the door.
The cold wind was kept outside, and the room became much quieter.
She came back to help him again, helped him all the way to the bed, and pulled the quilt onto his lap with careful and gentle movements.
Rong Ting's eyes darkened a bit.
She has seen almost all of his most embarrassing appearances.
Throat was a little rough, "Why did you come here at this time?"
Jiang Rao squatted on the ground, groped around in front of the wooden table where the candles were placed, looking for flints and new candles, turned her back to him, and said without turning her head: "Recently, there are many people in the city suffering from wind and cold. Your leg injury hasn't healed yet, and your body is weaker, so you're prone to illness. I can't sleep at night, so I just want to come and see you."
Her words were half-truths, and her worries were real.
Finally found the flint, lit the candle wick, and the room was brightened instantly.
Only then did she see that Rong Ting's face was also red.
It turned out that the pale complexion had a little more redness on his cheeks. It stands to reason that ruddy should be a healthy color, but the sickness on his face was not reduced, on the contrary, the abnormal redness made the sickness a little bit more, and he looked like a drunk. He was as groggy after drinking wine, and his eyes seemed to be drunk.
There was a thump in his heart, he was undoubtedly suffering from a cold.
Jiang Rao hurried out with the candlestick in her hand, she still had to call the doctor to see a doctor, but Rong Ting stopped her, "I have medicine here."
"In the drawer under the candlestick."
Jiang Rao followed his words and found the medicine bag, "When did you buy the medicine?"
"I had a headache during the day, so I went to the old doctor to get some medicine."
Jiang Rao frowned upon hearing this.
Between the delicate brows, there was a bit of inexplicable anger and blame, "You are sick, why didn't you tell me? If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have made you fall out of the barrel here alone. "
Rong Ting's leg injury is her top priority.
His frail body was more important than her own.
Rong Ting smiled bitterly, "Alone can get through this."
When he was sick, he didn't survive alone...
It's over when you're hungry, and it's over when you're cold, but it's better to be sick, feel extremely uncomfortable, have no one to take care of it, and die directly.
Jiang Rao was a little annoyed by his upright attitude, which was concealed from her, and because he was a patient, he didn't bother with him, "I'll make you a decoction."
She decocted the medicine, cleaned up the overturned wooden barrels in the room, and swept away the water all over the floor in the room.
She never did such chores at home, so her movements were slow and unfamiliar.
Rong Ting looked at her with a pair of slightly dazed eyes.
Because of the illness, the usual indifference and indifference have melted away, and her gaze is obsessive and fragile.
Only then did I realize that when I was sick when I was a child, it was not because I didn’t have medicine.
But at that time, everyone around him was looking forward to his death, and no one was looking forward to his well-being.
Jiang Rao tidied up the mess in the room, closed the doors and windows when he came back, and gave him medicine to drink, "There is no sugar, so you can just take some medicine."
There is no difference between bitterness and sweetness to Rong Ting.
He obediently drank the medicine with his chin up, and he drank whatever she gave him.
With the movement of swallowing, the sharp Adam's apple in the center of the neck moved up and down.
The outer shirt on his body was slightly loosened at this moment.
The exposed chest was covered with criss-cross scars.
Jiang Rao turned her eyes away, but she had already seen those injuries.
She knew that there were a few deep scars on the back of his neck and shoulders, and she was afraid that soldiers who went to the battlefield didn't have so many injuries. "Where did those injuries of yours come from?"
When Rong Ting saw that he opened his clothes, she stopped looking at him, silently, and gathered the collar of the coat to the middle again.
"The injury I got while practicing martial arts."
There is also the wound from being whipped by the mother when I was a child. The queen wanted to use a whip to tame him into an obedient dog with no opinion.
But I don't want to tell her.
He can do all these things by himself.
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The effect of the medicine gradually took effect, and Jiang Rao saw that Rong Ting's eyelids were obviously heavy, so he waited aside, wanting to wait for him to fall asleep before sneaking back by himself.
But after closing his eyes for a short while, he would suddenly open them, staring at her for a while, his eyelids lost to the medicine, and sank again.
But soon, he would open his eyes again and stare at her.
After going back and forth for a long time, Jiang Rao felt that this was not an option, thinking maybe he would be able to fall asleep peacefully when she left, said "I'm leaving", and got up to leave.
His hand was grabbed from behind, "Don't go."
His voice sounded like a child about to cry, and his voice sounded hot, "I feel bad."
Jiang Rao had no choice but to sit down again, and raised her hand, but couldn't.
I had no choice but to wait for him to fall asleep completely, and to separate his fingers one by one before escaping.
Being held tightly by him, my hands hurt a little.
She rubbed her red fingers and saw him rubbing, rubbing, and moving his fingertips along the quilt after she took her hand away, as if he was looking for something, she couldn't help laughing.
People who are sick are really like children, why are they so restless
But she couldn't stay here overnight, and she couldn't break the rules just because she was young and not old enough to be polite.
It was an extremely outrageous act to come here today, let her father know, even if she said that she was going to save someone, her father would definitely be furious.
stay overnight? Don't want the legs.
It's just that he is really pitiful like this. Looking at his sickly sleeping face, she even understood in an instant how she felt when she was sick when she was a child and her parents guarded her all night.
Don't watch this poor little get better, I really don't want to leave.
Do you want her legs anymore
Jiang Rao hesitated.
The hand that had been touching the quilt for a long time without finding anything suddenly stopped.
Its owner sat up and closed his eyelids.
Confused, he looked around.
His long and narrow eyes were narrowed, as if he was still dreaming, but his eyes were still blurred.
When he saw Jiang Rao, he looked around and finally stopped.
As if confirming something, he leaned forward and rushed over.