I regained consciousness again, awakened by thirst.
Feng Ning supported herself with her hands, sat up a little, and looked around. It was a high-end suite, with a hanging TV, floral wallpaper, and European-style sofas. If it weren't for the IV bottle, she wouldn't have realized that this was a hospital.
The solid wood wall lamp emitted a faint light. When she moved, the person lying next to her woke up.
The curtains were half-open, and it was pitch black outside. The moon was hanging in the sky and was blurry. She tried to cheer herself up and asked, "What time is it? Why are you here?"
Jiang Wen rubbed his eyes, his voice was hoarse and a little hoarse, "Are you feeling better?"
"Much better." Feng Ning's stomach was twitching, and she forced herself to talk to him, "Do you have any water? Pour me some."
It was late, and there was almost no other sound around. I poured warm water into my throat, and my dry throat finally felt much better.
In the dim light, Jiang Wen stood a few meters away, looking listless and disheveled.
Their eyes met, Feng Ning met his moist eyes and smiled easily, "I'm fine, why are you acting like this?"
He paused, "Today..."
"I've been selling alcohol since middle school, and I've seen all kinds of storms. Besides, Teacher Feng is just setting an example to show you that the situation is stronger than people. Last time I talked to you, you didn't listen, but this time it's vivid and impressive, right?"
She yawned, still in a joking tone, "Alright, alright, let's move on. Look at yourself, you look so unlucky. If someone doesn't know you, they would think you are mourning with me."
"... ..."
After a long while, Feng Ning moved her body and felt a sudden rush of blood in her lower abdomen. She sniffed her collar and almost vomited again.
Feng Ning looked up, "Hey, do me a favor. Go around the neighborhood and find a 24-hour supermarket, and buy a cotton short-sleeved shirt and a pack of sanitary napkins for night use."
Jiang Wen's face turned green and red. After a long while, he spoke with difficulty: "What brand..."
Late-night convenience store. Jiang Wen was wandering around the women's products section alone, with an abnormal blush on his face.
A young nurse who was off night shift passed by and looked at him curiously.
Being stared at like that, Jiang Wen had to pretend to be calm as he bent down and took the blue Seven Dimensional Space wrapping paper from the shelf.
Take it to the front desk to pay, quick and easy.
The clerk was not in high spirits either. He scanned the goods and said lazily, "You dote on your girlfriend quite a bit."
He looked indifferent and responded vaguely.
Feng Ning came out of the shower and found Jiang Wen with his eyes closed and breathing heavily. He seemed to be extremely tired and fell asleep on the sofa.
She tiptoed over, looked at him for a while, found a thin blanket to cover him, and turned off the light.
The next day, Meng Taoyu came very early and put the bought fruits aside.
Feng Ning was leaning against the bed receiving an IV drip, and said helplessly, "I will be discharged from the hospital this afternoon."
"What happened?" Meng Taoyu was worried. "I sent you a message and called you last night, but you didn't reply. Later, I found Zhao Binlin in the class group and sent him a message, and then I knew you were in the hospital. Are you feeling better now?"
"Yeah, it's okay, I'm fine."
"Zhao Binlin said Jiang Wen stayed here last night. Did he leave?"
"I think he left this morning. I was sleeping, so I don't know."
Meng Taoyu changed the subject and raised the book in her hand, "Are you bored? Do you want me to read to you?"
The nurse opened the window to let in some fresh air. A gust of wind blew in from outside, causing her hair to block her eyes.
Meng Taoyu put down the book, freed her hands, loosened her ponytail into a pile, and tied up the few strands of hair on her cheeks again.
She heard the sound of footsteps and turned her head to see four or five people entering the room.
Meng Taoyu was holding the book, standing there in a daze without any warning.
The leader was tall, with an expressionless and cold face and broad shoulders. He was wearing a mechanic's suit with oil stains on it, as if he had just finished work. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his slightly brown arms.
Meng Taoyu quickly stepped back to make room. The man brushed past her and she felt her arm being hit.
Feng Ning, who was lying on the hospital bed, called out, "Brother."
"What did you do?"
Feng Ning smiled, "I drank too much. I guess I'll have to answer this question several times. I might as well write a sign and hang it around my neck."
"Is it Ashin?"
Feng Ning calmed down and said, "It's settled, don't worry about it." She smiled at Meng Taoyu and said, "Let me introduce you, this is my brother. You two are actually from the same family, you have the same surname."
Meng Taoyu is fair and thin, with a good-tempered and gentle appearance. She is slender, delicate, and gentle, and very likable.
She was a little shy, bit her lip, and said hello hesitantly, "Hello, brother."
Meng Hanmo turned his head slightly to look at her, "Oh... hello."
Zhao Binlin entered the hospital, went up to the third floor, turned a corner, and saw a man leaning on the corridor.
Hearing the footsteps, Jiang Wen turned his head.
Zhao Binlin hesitated, looked him over, and pointed inside. "Why don't you go in?"
Jiang Wen raised his eyelids and glanced at him calmly: "Someone is there."
"Who is it?"
"I don't know." Jiang Wen answered.
Zhao Binlin looked at him with some confusion. He leaned his head out and took a few furtive glances. Suddenly, he realized, "Ah, Feng Ning's boyfriend?"
Jiang Wen turned his gaze to the side and hummed.
He recognized Meng Hanmo, the person who fed Feng Ning oranges that day.
It was easy to see that his friend was silent and disappointed. Zhao Binlin couldn't help but speak in a mosquito-like voice, "Well anyway... you and Feng Ning, the two of you... you also have a girlfriend, right?"
"I broke up."
Zhao Binlin was a little slow to react, "Ah? Ah?! They're dividing it now... How did you divide it?"
"I don't like it." Jiang Wen said this calmly, with a little indifference.
"I don't like it..." Zhao Binlin repeated, hesitating, "Then you like it..."
There was silence for several minutes. Jiang Wen smiled self-deprecatingly.
While they were communicating, Meng Taoyu stared at the floor beneath her feet, her eyes on her nose, her nose concerned.
Meng Hanmo seemed to have something else to do, so he said a few words and left. Meng Taoyu couldn't help but glance over at him.
The man with a crew cut who was waiting outside handed him a cigarette, but he didn't look at it or take it, and just put it aside with one hand.
After the people left, Feng Ning suddenly shouted, "Damn, my brother left his keys here."
Meng Taoyu chased downstairs, her heart pounding. She looked out through the glass and saw the figure. She slowed down her pace, then couldn't help but speed up.
They all got on their motorcycles.
Meng Taoyu was anxious and shouted from a few dozen meters away:
"—Brother Meng!"
Everyone in the group heard the shout. Several people paused and looked towards the source of the sound.
"Meng, brother, brother?" The man with the short haircut pondered over the words, his shoulders shaking, "Brother Mo, how can you recognize your beloved sister?"
"She looks like a schoolgirl, pure and innocent. Brother Mo's taste is quite light."
Meng Taoyu heard these words as soon as she arrived. Her steps froze, hot blood rushed to her forehead, and her face and earlobes began to turn red visibly.
Meng Hanmo kicked the man lightly, "Don't tease my little sister."
This really amused the others, and they all said something without hesitation: "Oh my, little sister, why are you so shy?"
"Are you blushing already, little sister?"
"What are you doing? You bunch of grandsons are not allowed to tease Brother Meng's little sister."
Regardless of the others' laughter, Meng Hanmo put out his cigarette and looked at her, "What's the matter?"
"Um, the key." Meng Taoyu seemed to have just woken up from a dream. She quickly handed the item over and said softly, "Ningning asked me to give it to you."
"Thank you." Meng Hanmo bent down slightly and took it.
Meng Taoyu took two steps back and quickly shook her head, "It's okay, it's okay, you're welcome." She was so nervous being watched by so many people that she actually bowed slightly, "Then I'm leaving. Goodbye, brother."
"Pfft." The guy with the crew cut laughed so hard that his face cramped.
Meng Hanmo raised his eyebrows slightly, seemed to smile, and said nonchalantly: "Well, goodbye."
Meng Taoyu's heartbeat was extremely loud, and her mind was still half blank. She carefully hid at the edge of the flower bed and secretly watched them go away.
School goes as usual on Monday.
Feng Ning had been having stomach pains for the past two days, and even her period pains seemed to have lasted a lot longer. She felt extremely tired and lay listlessly on her desk for two classes.
The third class is English.
Before the bell rang, the Iron Lady stood on the podium and patted the table. "Everyone, be quiet. Put the homework assigned last week on the table. I will check it one by one. Those who haven't done it, please stand up and get out."
As soon as these words came out, the whole class was in uproar. A rustling sound immediately sounded.
Feng Ning had been lying in the hospital for two days and hadn't done any homework. She sighed silently and just as she was about to get up, a full paper was suddenly thrown on the table. She was not in good spirits and her mind was a little confused.
There was the sound of a chair being dragged in front.
Her eyelashes moved, and she looked up in surprise, and saw Jiang Wen standing up.
The Iron Lady just happened to walk over and looked him over. "Why are you standing up? Didn't you do your homework?"
Jiang Wen lowered his head and hummed.
"Where's the test paper? Give it to me and let me see how much you have written?"
Jiang Wen whispered, "No."
"Not a single word?"
Jiang Wen was silent.
Zhao Binlin's heart was in turmoil, his mouth opened into an O shape, he looked at Feng Ning, then at Jiang Wen, and then at Feng Ning again.
The Iron Lady was neither happy nor sad, and she suppressed her anger, "Why don't you write?"
“I forgot.”
"Forgot?!" The Iron Lady frowned and suddenly raised her voice, "How could you forget after I stressed it so many times? Did you ignore the teacher's words? Do you know where your ranking in the weekly test has dropped?"
Jiang Wen said nothing.
Now, the whole class's attention was focused here.
The Iron Lady calmed her breath and asked loudly, "Is there anything else you haven't written?"
A few minutes later, three or four boys stood up in the class.
"You guys, line up." The Iron Lady pointed outside, "Get down now and run to the playground!"
The author has something to say: If possible, I hope everyone will not quarrel over me.
Both in Jinjiang and outside.
I made the mistake first, some people hate me, some people scold me, some people give me negative comments, it is their freedom.
My opinion is that liking a work should be separate from liking the author.
It is very precious to me that you like the books I write. There is no need to argue with anyone over me.