Let’s Go, Wheat

Chapter 195: 212 After the nightmare (1)

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After Liu Feipeng left, under Peng Chen's half-life unfamiliar and clumsy care, Qianmai cheered himself up, drinking, eating, and bathing, everything proceeded in an orderly manner.

At ten o'clock exactly, the fixed telephone rang, and even joked with his parents with great interest.

After turning off the lights and going to bed, I don't know how long it took, and my consciousness began to drift. Everything is dreamlike, chaotic and chaotic, making it hard to tell whether it is true or false.

In a trance, she was dying and was thrown on the ground of the dark and dilapidated small temple. Someone could not argue with the wizard with terrible fangs, beating gongs and drums around her to recite spells. The noise was shaking, and all the sounds penetrated the eardrums. The pain was unbearable like the ants biting the bones, but they couldn't gather the strength to call for help, let alone struggle to get up and escape.

When the silence was restored, the dilapidated temple had become empty. The wind blew up, and the blackened ashes of Mingming paper rolled up and scattered on her body in a deep coma.

Suddenly, a faintly familiar little bird with a bright fur and a long tail flew over and landed on her side, using its long pointed mouth to bite and peck her dry and pale lips. The top of her head circled and neighed: "Mommy, don't sleep, wake up quickly; don't sleep, wake up quickly..."

"But, I'm so tired." In the remaining gossamer consciousness, she moaned silently. Faintly knowing that after this sleep, he may never wake up again. She just wanted to rejuvenate her strength, and she couldn't help but give up her heart. Now her aura could flow out or not, and she couldn't even move her eyelids.

Seeing that she was going into a coma again, the cute little bird blushed with tears, but she didn't give up. She kept biting and pecking her lips, trying her best, her long mouth was sharp and sharp. , Pecked her lips so much blood dripping painfully; pecked it so exhausted, but still hoarse her throat calling her "don't go to sleep"...

This dream seems to have exhausted all the mental strength of Qianmai. When I opened my eyes again, the lights in the room were bright, and the things in front of me were faint, hazy, and in a trance, there was an illusion that I didn't seem to be in the world. It wasn't until a sharp pain in the "people" struck her that she was brought back to reality.

The line of sight slowly became clear, and Peng Chen's handsome face full of anxiety appeared before him. Latent Wheat stared stunnedly, as if separated from the mountain by the water, and hadn't seen him for so long in a lifetime. Then, inexplicably, the two lines of tears fell down.

"Wheat, have you had a nightmare? Don't be afraid..."

"Wheat, I am here, don't cry..."

Seeing her tears suddenly without warning, Peng Chen was panicked for an instant, and he hurriedly reached out and patted her cheek.

However, the more anxious he was to ask questions, the more fierce the tears flowed silently, as if with boundless unspeakable sadness, soaking her pale cheeks. Such a blank look, as if looking at a stranger, made him feel heartbroken, and a pain in his chest followed, and there was a tendency to become more and more painful.

So, temporarily hugged the Buddha's feet, once again severely pinched her "people".

Finally, Qianmai's dry and closed lips moved slightly, and a low mutter was almost inaudible: "It hurts."

This low mono-syllable motto is like Peng Chen. At the moment she stroked her bangs soaked in cold sweat, her eyes flushed quickly, her voice was sobbing that could not be concealed, and she murmured: "It's good to know that it hurts, and it's good to know that it hurts." God knows, how lucky he is at night Stay cheeky.

Seeing Peng Chen's red and dodging eyes, Qianmai's tears couldn't be controlled, and he poured down again. So an introverted and reserved person, the worry in his eyes at this moment is so obvious. After exhausting all his strength, his bare hand finally touched the handsome face close to him: "Peng Chen, don't worry..."

"Tell me, what's wrong with your body?"

"I'm fine, but the lips hurt. Is there any bleeding?" That dream is so real, so real that after waking up, the bones all over her body are sore and sore, and the lips still have a sharp pain.

"No, it won't hurt later. I was nervous just now and pinched you in "Human". I didn't control my strength, so I used it too hard for a while." Peng Chen gently rubbed her lips and "Human". Explaining, remembering that she just shook her and asked her to pinch, she didn't wake up, and she felt panic afterwards for a while. Immediately jumped out of bed, put on her coat casually, leaned over and was picked up by someone who wanted to pick her up, and said, "Go, let's go to the hospital."

Unexpectedly, when Qianmai heard the "hospital" discoloration, and grasped the bed cover, he was unwilling to life and death. Looking at him, tearful eyes weakly begged: "Peng Chen, please, I don't want to go to the hospital."

Peng Chen was defeated by her gaze, thinking of what she had encountered in the hospital at night, and Liu Feipeng's psychology of rejection, it was not easy to force it, so she had no choice but to put her down. The forehead touched her cool forehead to test her body temperature, and her slender hand leaned into her back, and there was a sticky sweat in the winter. At the moment, I was shocked and relaxed, trying to "really soft" and persuade her: "Mai, I don't know medicine, and I don't know how to take care of you. So, you have to be good and follow me to the hospital. Let's go to the best one. VIP ward, the environment there is similar to that of a hotel room. Okay?"

If latent wheat is so easy to abduct, it is not called latent wheat. "No." Without thinking about it, she refused, her eyes almost stubbornly stubborn.

"Then... Let's drink some water first, and then take a bath?" The most uncomfortable people were the most, and Peng Chen had to retreat to second place.

This time, Qianmai had no objection. But not long after, when Peng Chen put the hot water to hug her in, she chirped again: "You go out."

"Why?" Peng Chen was puzzled. She was limp now, and he didn't think she had the strength to wash her hair and take a bath by herself.

Qian Wheat pursed his lips and stared at the mirror blankly. Is that woman with hollow eyes and disheveled face inside? Overnight, the whole person completely changed, and now it is simply an eggplant that has been frosted.

Thinking about this, there was an inexplicable irritability in my heart, and his expression was unconscious and a little sad.

Peng Chen knows how to look at people who look and see. Seeing her staring at the mirror in a daze, she has a general idea of what she is thinking. If it was on weekdays, he would definitely ridicule her. But not today, everything must be submissive. I lowered my head and kissed her forehead lightly, and said, "Mai, have you forgotten? We are a couple who have "made hair". They say that we should share blessings and share difficulties. You are not feeling well now, I You should be taken care of."

Which bull's head is to which horse's mouth is this. Qian Mai looked away from the mirror, bowed his head and said nothing.

Without his response, Peng Chen disagreed, and continued to mutter to himself: "Or, your words are not counted. When I become a bad old man and get sick with a mucus and a cough, you don't care about me?..."

"I don't want you to be sick." This time, before he could finish his sentence, Qianmai interrupted.

Without a head and a brain, Peng Chen understood it with heart, and immediately took her hand and promised: "We will all be healthy."

"Don't tell your parents, and I don't want to go to the hospital." Qianmai asked in a low voice. With so many bowels in his bowels, who knows, would he suddenly tie her to the hospital. Thinking of that place, my scalp felt numb, and I couldn't help shaking again.

"Okay." Peng Chen quickly agreed, but there was a note: "Then you have to be good and listen to me carefully."

"Yeah." After coaxing for a long time, Qian Mai finally moved to the bathtub with Shi Shiran.

However, tonight is destined to be unrest. This is not, a wave of just flattening, and a wave of recurrence.

After taking a shower and drying my hair, Latent Wheat is very fragrant, and I feel refreshed and refreshed. However, within two seconds of returning to the bed, she frowned in annoyance: "The bed is so dirty and smelly."

"Really?" After putting the clothes in the washing machine, Peng Chen walked over and lifted the quilt, looked suspiciously, and smelled it seriously. Obviously not.

"Definitely." Qianmai was very firm in his judgment, and exposed her freshly washed feet from under the quilt, and said: "It feels like something is stuck on, it's hairy, itchy, and it's so uncomfortable." He said, stretched out his hand. Go scratch. Then, as if conjure, the original white and delicate ankle instantly turned red, and two small, invisible blisters were caught very appropriately.

Faced with the hard facts, Peng Chen made a decisive decision: "Replace them all."

So, at three o'clock in the morning, Qianjia's house was turned over and over and changed for bedding as never before. Needless to say, Qianmai's feet were seriously suspected of sticking to unknown bacteria. Peng Chen also soaped and washed them five or six times until she was satisfied.

Everything continues, it's past four o'clock in the morning. You can rest at ease now, right? The answer is "no".

Unbelievably, Qian Mai, who always yells that he can't sleep enough for his time, suffered from insomnia for the first time tonight. Lying on a new bed, tossing and turning, tossing and turning, burning the pie annoyingly.

"What's wrong? What's wrong again?" Peng Chen stretched his arms around her and patted her back to soothe her. The ideological building has been done well, and now she said that there was a soybean under the bed and he was panicking, and he would not be surprised.

"I don't know. People are so sleepy and exhausted that they want to sleep, but their brains just don't cooperate." Qian Wheat pillowed his shoulders and felt sore and uncomfortable. For no reason, he felt that his heart was pressed against a stone, making breathing uncomfortable and inexplicably irritable.

"Then I will help you pinch it." Peng Chen Congshan Ruliu.

"It hurts, the hand strength is too heavy."

"Then I will gently rub it."

"It's too light again, like a feather, itchy and uncomfortable..."

In short, this is not right, and that is not right. Latent Wheat lying on the bed, like a mirror in his heart, feels like he is going crazy tonight. Short of breath, he coughed up, and the nausea went straight to his throat. Staggered to the bathroom, lying on the sink, there was another retching, scratching the heart, and unable to vomit, not to mention how uncomfortable.

She didn't know that Peng Chen, who followed her with teary eyes and so fragile, was actually more uncomfortable than her, and she wished to suffer all the sins for her. It suddenly occurred to him that when he was very young, once he fell ill, his grandfather carried him to the old streets of Pijing. Watching the children running around and playing, watching the swaying flowers and vines in the courtyard, shook the cattail fan made of straw, touched the exquisite carvings on the beams and pillars, and then slowly, he didn't feel the pain in his body. It's uncomfortable.

Now that I think about it, this should be just a distraction.

Thinking about this, Peng Chen lifted Qianmai, drew a gourd in the same way, grabbed her two arms, and squatted down in front of her. Then, before she came back to her senses, she was slowly lifted up by him.

Qian Mai was a little surprised, but he didn't expect him to do this. Lie on his solid back, with his head softly buried in the socket of his neck, quietly feeling his body temperature and pulse rate. His steps were not rushed, he walked back and forth between the living room and the room, steadily, without a trace of turbulence, and even her impetuous heart slowly calmed down.

In the dead of night, Qianmai was too lazy to speak, so Peng Chen didn't say anything, and walked around the room quietly with her behind her back.

I do not know how long it has been. The sound of snow particles bounced and crackled outside the window. Qian Mai Mai was half awake and half asleep, and groaned: "Peng Chen."

"Huh? Is it uncomfortable?" Peng Chen immediately became alert, his nerves tight.

Unexpectedly, Qianmai just mumbled words from the sky and said: "It's okay, I'll call you."

When the alarm was lifted, Peng Chen was a little bit ridiculous. If it were not for the special situation tonight, he would really think that she had changed her way to tease him again. The tight nerves slowly loosened, and she felt her face rubbing against her neck unconsciously like a kitten, and she couldn't help but quietly said: "Idiot wheat, get better soon. Although the sick kitten is very good, But I still prefer to watch you look like a fake white rabbit jumping around, smiling and hiding a knife." (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)