When he was a child, Duan Ling liked to pretend to be sick. He was lying on the bed frowning and humming. The old uncle and aunt were in a hurry.
"You really need to exercise your body. Look at people who are extraordinary, never get sick, and don't make people anxious!"
Duan Feifei has always remembered the old aunt's words very clearly. He really rarely gets sick. It is said that his father has been rough since he was a child. He has a good physique and strong resistance.
But after what the old aunt said, he basically didn't get sick.
Until the last time he was hospitalized, it was the time when he had the most people in front of the sickbed since he was a child, coming and going, old uncle, old aunt, Duan Ling, classmates...
It was also the most stressful time.
I don't know if God wants to train him or Jiang Kuo. He never takes a fever seriously, he can get over it if he can, or take two pills if he can't, and he actually gave him a dizziness.
A life that has never been before can't take care of itself.
The muscles of the whole body are tense, and the bones are a little sore.
The brain is chaotic, and the figures are shaking when they are asleep.
Many figures are Jiang Kuo.
In the dream, Jiang Kuo was talking all the time, feeling like he had never been able to speak before.
You are miserable enough, do you carry it yourself every time you get sick? Others are pretending to be sick, but you are pretending not to be sick.
Yup.
It was the first time someone served me like this, and it felt good.
alright.
Is it a little bit that you don’t want to get better from your illness? You can always be vulnerable when you are sick all the time.
yes.
I am also very tired of taking care of you.
See it.
My hands are about to break.
how come
Look at my hand.
Jiang Kuo stretched out his hand in front of him, and he saw that in front of Jiang Kuo's wrist was a ball, like a robot cat, without hands at all.
fuck!
It was unexpected that a good dream suddenly turned into a nightmare.
He opened his eyes suddenly.
After the dizziness in the light slowly passed, he saw a pile of hair.
I was shocked again.
What the hell is this
The hair swirl, which consists of a half-swirl, is a bit familiar.
Is it Jiang Kuo
He moved and wanted to prop up his head to see what was going on. His last memory was that Jiang Kuo was sitting on the edge of the bed talking to him...
The atmosphere was warm, with a certain intimacy he resisted.
But then he couldn't remember and fell asleep.
As soon as he moved, his hair twirled suddenly.
Then Jiang Kuo raised his head.
"I... rely..." The expression on Jiang Kuo's face was painful, "Did I twist my waist... My hand... let go."
When Duan Feifei said "hands", he suddenly felt that his hands were very sore, the kind of soreness that he had with a knife and chopped beef all afternoon.
Then I felt something in my hand.
Realizing that his left hand was holding Jiang Kuo's right hand, and Jiang Kuo's fingertips were already red from his grasp, he was startled, and suddenly let go of his hand and sat up.
Because of a burst of dizziness, he slammed into the wall next to him again.
thump.
"Ah..." Jiang Kuo was lying on the side of the bed, holding his right hand in his left hand, with a painful expression, "Is my hand broken?"
Duan Feifei found that he was kneeling on one leg and one leg was still on the stairs. In this strange posture, he seemed to have fallen asleep just now.
"I'm sorry." Duan Feifei squeezed his eyebrows and reached out to see Jiang Kuo's hand.
"Don't don't don't..." Jiang Kuo said in a series, "It's numb and it hurts a little..."
Duan Feifei had no choice but to lean on the bed and lean over to take a look. Jiang Kuo's fingertips were congested and red, but there was some blood loss where he was grabbing. Now the blood is slowly flowing back, and his hands are white and red.
"You move, gently," he said.
"Lie down," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm afraid you'll get dizzy and hit me again."
"No dizzy." Duan Feifei said.
"I'm afraid the wall will collapse when you just hit your head against the wall." Jiang Kuo said, "You don't have to pretend to be here with me, and you don't have to worry about causing trouble for me. I don't know much about taking care of people anyway, I can't think of it at all. ."
Duan Feifei laughed.
With his left hand propped up on the bed, Jiang Kuo slowly sat upright, slapped the back of his waist twice with his back, moved the fingers of his right hand again, and twitched his eyebrows again: "I rely on this numbness..."
"Can I help you recover quickly?" Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo looked at him: "Quick?"
"You can just dump it twice by yourself." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo frowned: "I'm numb when I move a millimeter now..."
Duan Feifei didn't wait for him to finish, grabbed his hand, and squeezed his hand up and down twice with lightning speed.
"Ahhh..." Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth.
Then he took his hand and rubbed it.
"Ah ah ah... Your uncle." Jiang Kuo said.
In the end, he grabbed his hand and shook it twice to get rid of the last bit of soreness and numbness on his arm.
"How is it?" Duan Feifei looked at him.
"...Okay." Jiang Kuo said, "I usually don't use this method if I die in the next second."
"Your leg will be numb for a while." Duan Feifei pointed at the right leg he was still cradling underneath.
"Don't throw my leg." Jiang Kuo warned him.
"I don't have that ability." Duan Feifei said with a smile.
"I'll go down first," Jiang Kuo turned half a circle, straightened his legs that had been pressed for an unknown amount of time, and stepped on the stairs, "What time is it now?"
Duan Feifei glanced at the sky outside the window, but it was still dark: "About two or three o'clock."
Jiang Kuo jumped down the stairs, first staggered, then started running back and forth in the room with a face of pain, after two or three laps, he held the table and kicked his legs, and finally heaved a sigh of relief: "It's over."
"Go back to the dormitory and sleep," Duan Feihan moved his neck, not feeling too dizzy, he moved to the bed, supported Jiang Kuo's hand, and went down the stairs, "I'm much better, I don't need to. Take care of me."
"Well," Jiang Kuo responded, "Are you hungry?"
Duan Feifei hadn't answered yet, his stomach was the first to answer.
"I'm hungry," he said. "Do you have something to eat with this way of questioning?"
"Yes," Jiang Kuo immediately gave way to the table, "Ma Xiao said that you would be hungry, and asked to buy some porridge or something, and I bought it."
"Jiang Rich, you are really a savior." Duan Feifei took the quilt on the reclining chair and walked over.
"But it must be cold," Jiang Kuo said. "It's hot."
"It's okay, just bring Uncle Zhao's small induction cooker and pot over here." Duan Feifei opened the plastic bag excitedly, took out a lunch box, and glanced at it, yes, millet porridge, yellow is very appetizing.
He held out the second lunch box in anticipation, looked at it, it was... white, and judging from the decoration, it was a bowl of... preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
With the last glimmer of hope, he picked up the last lunch box.
Red rice porridge.
"How is it?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Very good," Duan Feifei nodded and gave him a thumbs up, "I'll get dressed first."
"Well." Jiang Kuo lowered his head and took out the disposable tableware in the bag.
Duan Feifei casually pulled a pair of trousers from the closet and put them on.
What about a cold or a fever? It's right to be vegetarian, but the three vegetarian stuffs are piled up, which makes people speechless. At first glance, Ma Xiao ordered to buy porridge, but he didn't instruct to add some other dry goods. So Jiang had the money and bought three porridges at once.
"I knew it." Jiang Kuo said suddenly.
"Huh?" Duan Feifei turned around while putting on his clothes.
"I don't have any appetite," Jiang Kuo sat on the chair and crossed his arms, looking at the three servings of porridge on the table with a displeased expression, "I was thinking about getting some braised pork belly at first, Ma Xiao said. I have to eat porridge, I don’t know what to think, I just have porridge in my head, so I ordered all three porridges directly.”
"No, I don't have any appetite," Duan Feifei tugged at his clothes and opened the lid of the millet porridge, "It's very fragrant, I can eat all three bowls now."
Jiang Kuo looked at him, and after a while, he said, "Duan Feihan."
"Yes." Duan Feifei responded.
"When people are sick, they are the most vulnerable, unreasonable and squeamish," Jiang Kuo said.
"Really." Duan Feifei smiled.
"You're sick, you have a fever, and you're dizzy," Jiang Kuo looked at him. "You know you can't eat too greasy, but you don't want to be so vegetarian, so you're disappointed when you see three bowls of porridge."
Duan Feifei also looked at him, not understanding what it meant.
"Tell me," Jiang Kuo said, "Jiang Kuo."
"Jiang Kuo." Duan Feifei said.
"I don't want to eat the whole porridge feast." Jiang Kuo said.
"...I don't want to eat the whole porridge feast." Duan Feifei said.
"I want to eat something else." Jiang Kuo said.
"This point may not be..." Duan Feifei was interrupted by Jiang Kuo before he could finish speaking.
Jiang Kuo's fingers flicked on the lunch box: "I want to eat something else!"
Duan Feifei was startled by a loud "pop", which was the loudest sound he had ever heard from playing a paper shell.
Awesome, isn't the bowl broken
"I want something else to eat," he said.
"Let's talk about it once." Jiang Kuo said.
"Jiang Kuo, I don't want to eat the whole porridge feast," Duan Feifei laughed, "I want to eat something else."
"Let's see," Jiang Kuo took out his mobile phone, "Cannon ordered takeaways, oyster barbecues, etc. at three in the middle of the night..."
"That's not as fast as Mala Tang." Duan Feifei said.
"Yes!" Jiang Kuo immediately stood up and walked towards the door, "I'll go buy it, did you drive a small battery car that day, are you there?"
"Jiang Kuo." Duan Feifei grabbed his arm.
"No thanks." Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"Preserved egg and lean meat porridge will do." Duan Feifei said.
"Did I just say it for nothing?" Jiang Kuo frowned.
"I know what you mean," Duan Feifei pulled him back, "but..."
"I know that a young master like me who has never endured hardship can't understand many things," Jiang Kuo said, "but it's not all, I can understand Ma Xiao's hard and incredible life. I can understand everything except you, but I don't understand you."
Duan Feifei was silent.
"You're not at home now, and I'm not your uncle's family," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm your classmate, your friend, and the person you've been helping out. When you're sick, there's nothing wrong with complaining to me. What? Why didn't you feel pressured when you cheated on Lao Tzu's money?"
Duan Feifei couldn't help laughing when he heard the last sentence: "I really didn't expect to be able to make money like that."
"Don't interrupt." Jiang Kuo said.
"I might be able to replace Ding Zhe and the others. The main thing is that I feel that I can carry it over. I'm used to it," Duan Feifei sighed, "Aren't you angry just now? Don't talk to me when I say you're dizzy."
"I'm angry," Jiang Kuo said, "so what? You can be angry if I'm angry, just quarrel a few words? Can't I be angry because of you? Are you sent by President Jiang to replace Cannon?"
Duan Feifei looked at Jiang Kuo.
"When you're sick, you're sick, and when you're sick, you have to look like you're sick," Jiang Kuo frowned. "When you're sick, you should be a little bit hypocritical. Being sick is an opportunity for you to take the opportunity to express your unhappiness. I may be exaggerating. , but you can't be too over there."
Duan Feifei was really silent this time, not knowing what to say.
Maybe it's really because of being sick and uncomfortable, and the emotions in my heart are particularly bad.
Every sentence of these words is poking into my heart, and it is very exciting, just like pulling out an old scar, and it is both painful and exciting.
He never thought that Jiang Kuo would say such things to him, and after saying so much, he never thought that Jiang Kuo would have such a side.
Jiang Kuo was the kind of person he had never met, the eldest young master. He had a good temper and a bad temper, and his brain was good and bad, but he was indeed the most sensitive person among the people around him. He has a good relationship with many people, but there are very few people close to him. In all kinds of long or short, near or far relationships, Jiang Kuo was the first person to say such a thing to him.
Some people don't notice it at all, and some people may feel it, but they don't know if it's appropriate to say it, so they choose to avoid it like him.
Only Jiang Kuo is sensitive, and at the same time has the right to say I don't care what you listen to.
It might be a little sudden, but he still stretched out his arms and hugged Jiang Kuo.
"Thank you." He blinked his eyes hard, waiting for the soreness at the tip of his nose to pass.
"If you want to cry, take advantage of it now." Jiang Kuo patted him on the back.
"Just go to Lao Liu's place to eat," Duan Feifei said, "I'm afraid it's cold when you bring it back, and it's still hot, so I can eat it at least 40 minutes later."
"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded.
Duan Feifei let go of him and grabbed his shoulder hard.
"Hey—" Jiang Kuo frowned, "Are you trying to fight?"
"I didn't try too hard," Duan Feifei said.
"You pinched my bones." Jiang Kuo rubbed his shoulders.
Duan Feifei smiled, walked to the table, opened the drawer and took out the antipyretic medicine to eat.
"Is there any medicine?" Jiang Kuo leaned over and looked at it, "Do you have a small medicine cabinet?"
"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "cold medicines, fever-reducing medicines, and stomach medicines are all standing medicines."
"Then why didn't you eat?" Jiang Kuo was surprised.
"I'm so dizzy," Duan Feifei said, "I really feel like throwing up as soon as I open my mouth, and you really can't remember that I should take some medicine, I think it's fine, anyway, if you're not here, I'm pretty much the same. Now I can get out of bed and take my medicine."
"Damn." Jiang Kuo expressed his feelings.
When he went out, Duan Feifei was very warm, with a sweater and a thin cotton coat, a ski cap, and a thin sweater around his neck.
"Okay, let's go." He said, putting the bowls of porridge on the table back into the bag, "Take this over and let Lao Liu eat it together."
"What kind of idea is this?" Jiang Kuo tugged at the sweater around his neck.
"Creativity without a scarf," said Duan Feifei.
"If you don't tear up your two T-shirts, I'll give you a scarf." Jiang Kuo said, "Anyway, you won't be able to wear your T-shirt until next year."
"You still have more than 2,000 worth of money that was dug up with me." Duan Feifei smiled.
"Ah yes!" Jiang Kuo opened the door and walked out, "According to your clothes that cost less than seventeen yuan, you can tear more than a dozen pieces."
"Don't do it," Duan Feifei touched the back of his thigh. The place where Jiang Kuo grabbed when he wanted to carry him is painful now, and his skin is probably broken. "Your hands are really strong."
"What," Jiang Kuo looked back at him, "Isn't it, I broke your leg?"
"I don't know," Duan Feifei had already walked out of the dormitory door, backed back, and touched his pants, "Fuck, it's really broken. I can feel two pieces of broken skin."
"...Let's go, Mala Tang." Jiang Kuo sighed.
In the middle of the night, the temperature was quite low, but it was not as windy as during the day. Jiang Kuo zipped up the zipper of Feifei's coat on his body, and it felt okay.
The campus is very quiet. I don't know why. The air in summer is full of noise. As soon as the temperature drops, the autumn wind blows for a few rounds, and the sound is blown away.
"Are you still dizzy?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"It's not too dizzy, as long as you don't turn your head hard," Duan Feifei said, "I've never been so dizzy before, I guess it's because the wind blows too hard today."
"If you still go there for promotion tomorrow," Jiang Kuo said, "you still have to blow it for a day."
"I wear a hat, along with my coat and hat," Duan Feifei said. "Let's go first. If you're uncomfortable, you can find someone to put it on temporarily, but you can't just leave."
"Well." Jiang Kuo nodded.
Lao Liu Mala Tang is also working hard to make money. In the middle of the night, even the wind has returned home. His shop is still open, and white heat is constantly rolling up from the pot.
Entering the store, Duan Feifei first let Lao Liu warm up the porridge, and then began to pick dishes.
"You still eat bowl noodles?" he asked Jiang Kuo.
"Well, wontons are fine too." Jiang Kuo saw a box of wrapped wontons in the freezer.
"Then it's cooked for you, don't be spicy, right?" Old Liu quickly picked up the pot, put it on the stove, and opened the spicy soup pot.
"Well," Jiang Kuo replied, "add some beef and vegetables."
"Okay, let's sit in the back room, it's cold outside." Lao Liu said.
Duan Feifei picked the dishes, and the two entered the back room.
The so-called back room is actually where the old Liu couple lived. Half of them had curtains, half of the space was for daily necessities, and there were two small tables.
Jiang Kuo was stunned when he entered, but Duan Feifei was very comfortable and sat on the small stool beside the table.
"Is there someone?" Jiang Kuo whispered in his ear, pointing to the curtain.
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
"I rely on." Jiang Kuo is neither standing nor standing.
"Sit." Duan Feifei pulled his clothes and dragged him to the small stool, and whispered, "It's okay, it's all like this, it's too cold outside, if you can't stay in the inner room, who will come."
Lao Liu quickly cooked the wontons and the dishes that Duan Feifei had picked, and brought in the hot porridge.
"Stomach discomfort." Duan Feifei smiled and took the bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge first.
Jiang Kuo took the millet porridge in front of him and asked him in a low voice, "Is there any sugar here?"
"Sugar?" Duan Feifei was stunned, glanced at the millet porridge, and suddenly became alert, "Why, are you going to put sugar here?"
"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "I want to eat sweet millet porridge."
"Are you crazy?" Duan Feifei said, "If you put sugar in this porridge, it will rub off!"
"I'll drink it up before it's gone." Jiang Kuo said, "I must drink sweet rice porridge."
Duan Feifei looked at him and gritted his teeth: "Lao Liu, do you have any sugar?"
"Yes," Lao Liu came in with white sugar, and when he saw the porridge on the table, he became alert, "Why, do you want to put it in the porridge?"
"Yes," Duan Feifei picked up the millet porridge and poured half of it into the empty bowl in front of him, "Whatever he wants, he likes it."
"Isn't that enough?" Lao Liu put the candy on the table hesitantly, "It doesn't taste right."
"I like to eat like this." Jiang Kuo poured a little sugar into the millet porridge and stirred it again.
Old Liu turned around and left sadly.
Duan Feifei laughed for a while.
Jiang Kuo happily lowered his head and drank two mouthfuls of porridge.
The phone rang several times in his pocket, and he hurriedly took out his phone, afraid of waking up the old wife Liu who was just a curtain away.
It's a bit strange that there will be news coming in at this time.
And this person is Yang Ke, which is even more strange.
He and Yang Ke and friends have not spoken in private chat for so many years.
[Yang Keke Keke]Jiang Kuo
[Yang Keke Keke]Let's sleep
[Yang Kekekeke] Then I'll find you tomorrow
[Yangkekekeke]Something
"Who is it?" Duan Feihan asked while eating.
"I'm young." Jiang Kuo said.
"It's a lot of hair." Duan Feifei said.
"It's quite a lot," Jiang Kuo frowned and handed the phone to him, "Do you think there's something wrong with this news?"
Duan Feifei took a look: "Are you two not familiar with each other?"
"I don't know very well," Jiang Kuo said, "my father's supplier's son."
"What happened?" Duan Feifei said.
"Even if he was killed immediately, he shouldn't have come to see me," Jiang Kuo said. "The only relationship between us is that we met with a few words during the festival."
"Just ask, if I'm kidnapped, I'll send you a secret message." Duan Feifei said.
[JK921]No money.
Jiang Kuo replied.
[Yang Kekekeke] I'm off school
Jiang Kuo was stunned for a while. Before, the artillery only said that Yang Ke had asked the school for a month's leave, and now he is suddenly suspended
[Yang Keke Keke] I don't want to waste time, I want to start a business
[JK921]Are you looking for me to start a business? What's wrong with you
[Yang Kekekeke] Find a time to meet after the festival
[JK921]I am in class
[Yang Keke Keke]
Duan Feifei looked at him and laughed.
Jiang Kuo turned his head to look at him: "This is a scholar, so if he can't get into the university, he won't go to college?"
"Have your own ideas," Duan Feifei said, "if the family conditions allow, you will be more courageous."
"My family's conditions allow it," Jiang Kuo said, "I didn't think about it."
"You haven't had enough fun." Duan Feifei smiled.
Jiang Kuo looked at him without speaking.