Tears either flowed out, or rushed, without gaps or pauses, completely out of his own control, and fell so madly that he could even clearly feel the warm tears trace their tracks on his face, and then quickly joined together.
For so long, Jiang Cheng felt that he had eliminated all distracting thoughts. Apart from reviewing, he had not thought about anything else. When reviewing at most, he habitually needed to see Gu Fei in the corner of his eyes to be at ease.
Apart from that, he didn't have any extra content in his mind. Today, when he was listening to his classmates chatting, he learned that some people in the next class fell ill during this period, and some people were fighting. From the third floor to the first floor, the movement was quite loud. Don't know at all.
For so long, his brain was full, his nerves were tense, until now.
All the burdens have been lifted, all the pressure has been thrown away, all the emotions have returned to the body, like the lid of the stuffy jar suddenly opened, what the eyes see, the ears hear, and the experience , what I felt was all clear, even clearer than before.
And in such a state, suddenly seeing Gu Fei's exhausted demeanor, and hearing his slightly powerless voice, Jiang Cheng seemed to suddenly remember the complicated and various pressures Gu Fei had been bearing over the past few months.
This moment of anger and distress was unbearable for him.
Gu Fei is just like this day in and day out, taking care of his home, in the store, taking care of him, taking time out to accompany Gu Miao, taking care of the store, restocking, checking recipes every day to make nutritious meals for him, and accompany him to review …
He always felt that he was very tired, and the reviewing was very hard, but he never paid attention to it. Gu Fei, who was spinning around every day, stayed up with him until the middle of the night every day. Every time he fell asleep after he fell asleep, and he woke up Gu Fei, who must have woken up by then, was so tired.
Compared to his simple "tiredness", Gu Fei's tiredness was more difficult to bear.
"I'm sorry," Jiang Cheng hugged Gu Fei, feeling that Gu Fei's whole body was like a hot little stove, which made him panic for a while, "Gu Fei is sorry."
"I was afraid that you would say this." Gu Fei may have relaxed, or maybe he was really burning at this moment, and his voice became a little hoarse, "I'm sorry or something, I was afraid that you would say this."
"I really..." Jiang Cheng lowered his head and rubbed his tears on his shoulders, but as soon as he finished rubbing them, the tears poured out again almost without a pause, "I really didn't think that you would not stop. It will be tiring."
"I don't even feel tired," Gu Fei gently rubbed his back, "Besides, there are many people who get sick after the exam..."
"Don't blame me," Jiang Cheng tried his best to control his tears, he couldn't say anything properly when he cried so much, he wanted to spit when he opened his mouth, he kissed Gu Fei's neck, his lips touched his hot skin When, with great difficulty, the tears that had been held back for a while burst out again, "Don't blame me."
"I don't blame you," Gu Fei laughed. "How could I blame you? I didn't even associate this with you."
"Stop talking," Jiang Cheng hugged him tightly, "I feel distressed when I hear your words."
"Hmm." Gu Fei responded and said nothing.
Jiang Cheng closed his eyes and hugged him tightly, until his waist felt a little sore, and then he let go.
But Gu Fei didn't move, he turned his head and found that Gu Fei fell asleep with the pillow on his shoulder.
Jiang Cheng rested on the back of the sofa with one hand to keep himself balanced, supported Gu Fei with the other, and slowly put him down on the sofa, then ran into the room and took a small pillow and stuffed it under his head. He put the quilt over him and wrapped his whole body.
After doing this, Jiang Cheng stood in the middle of the living room, not knowing what else to do.
After being stunned for a while, he twisted a towel and carefully placed it on Gu Fei's forehead.
He originally wanted to use the ice towel, but Gu Fei was sound asleep at the moment, and he didn't want to wake Gu Fei.
After walking around the room a few times, he took a small stool and sat in front of the sofa, staring at Gu Fei's face.
Gu Fei's face was blushing a little, and he didn't know whether it was covered by a quilt or a fever, maybe both.
The body temperature is still 38.3, there is no change, of course, there will be no major change in these few minutes.
After a while, he stretched out his hand and took off the towel. Just then, the towel was warm when he took it off. He went into the bathroom and twisted it again with cold water, took it out and put it on Gu Fei's forehead.
Gu Fei had always been in good health. Jiang Cheng had never seen him get sick in his memory, nor had he ever caught a cold. Such a person who doesn't get sick often would always be a little aggressive once he got sick.
Jiang Cheng checked his body temperature twice, once at 38.3 and once at 38.4.
Fuck, why is it still rising!
He couldn't sit still, remembering what Gu Fei said, "electronics are not allowed", so he quickly rushed out the door and rode his bicycle to the community hospital.
Buy a physical thermometer and go to the community hospital to ask if you can get some medicine.
As soon as he rushed to the door of the hospital, he saw Li Yan walking out of Gu Fei's store, holding the phone while dialing and squatting on the steps of the door.
"Li Yan!" Jiang Cheng called out to him.
"Hey?" Li Yan turned his head, "Why did you come here alone? I was calling Gu Fei, he..."
"Don't fight, don't fight!" Jiang Cheng jumped out of the car, "He's sleeping with a fever!"
"Fever?" Li Yan hung up the phone, a little surprised, "He has a fever? He is so healthy that he still has a fever like the Bull Demon King?"
"Who knows if the Bull Demon King never has a fever?" Jiang Cheng said, "You are not Princess Iron Fan either..."
"What if I am," Li Yan clicked his tongue, "How many degrees?"
"It's more than 38 degrees, I'm afraid that the electronic measurement is not accurate, so I want to buy something like mercury." Jiang Cheng frowned.
Li Yan went to the community hospital with him, and the doctor gave Jiang Cheng a mercury thermometer and two antipyretic medicines: "Just after the exam, a lot of people fell ill, so there should be no problem, I will take the medicine later. Ask him to drink more water to prevent dehydration, and if he hasn't gone away at night or the temperature has risen, come over and check to see if there are any other problems."
Jiang Cheng took the thermometer and medicine, and when he came out of the community hospital, he remembered and asked Li Yan, "Why did you come here?"
"Didn't I think you guys came over to eat after the exam," Li Yan said, "Who knew he was still ill."
"Then..." Jiang Cheng looked at him.
"Don't worry about me, you hurry back and wait for me," Li Yan looked at the time, "I'll watch here for a while, and I'll just close the door later."
"What the fuck?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"As soon as I came, she took Er Miao out to buy clothes, with that little husband," Li Yan said.
"Oh," Jiang Cheng nodded, and after getting on the bicycle, he asked again, "If the egg custard is to be steamed..."
"Chicken and egg soup, don't eat high protein when you have a fever," Li Yan interrupted him and thought for a while, "If you want to eat something, just plain porridge, plain noodles or something."
"How unpalatable that is," Jiang Cheng sighed, "Can you eat it?"
"Don't worry, he is extremely tolerant," Li Yan said. "You can eat shit without smell."
"Hey!" Jiang Cheng looked at him and sighed forcefully.
"To be honest," Li Yan smiled, "go back quickly."
Li Yan's words were quite disgusting, but it seemed to be true. Gu Fei was very tolerant, no matter what, he could endure everything, and all kinds of things were calm.
He could imagine Gu Fei's appearance when he calmly ate a bowl even though he was very unhappy with the white porridge plain noodles.
So another burst of distress.
"Does his shop have noodles?" Jiang Cheng asked, "Is it very high-end and delicious?"
"...Wait for me to get it for you," Li Yan turned around and went back to the store, and quickly took a bag containing a tube of noodles and a few bottles of seasoning and handed it to him, "This, I cooked it last time. It's very smooth, tastes good, and these seasonings, you can put this fresh and delicious one."
"Okay." Jiang Cheng hung the bag on the handlebar of the car, and galloped all the way back to the rental house.
Gu Fei was still sleeping, and it seemed that he had never woken up.
He took the things into the kitchen and put them away, took out the towel and re-dried the water, and put it on Gu Fei's forehead.
The temperature measured by the electronic thermometer was still 38.2 degrees, and there was no major change. He carefully lifted the quilt and wanted to clip the mercury thermometer to Gu Fei. Just as his hand touched Gu Fei's arm, Gu Fei snorted softly: " Um?"
"Go to sleep, go to sleep," Jiang Cheng hurriedly whispered, "I'm just taking your temperature."
"Brother Cheng." Gu Fei called him vaguely.
"Huh?" Jiang Cheng responded while stuffing the thermometer for him.
"I feel uncomfortable." Gu Fei closed his eyes and hummed.
His voice was still hoarse, and there was a hint of grievance in his tone. Jiang Cheng couldn't bear it any longer when he heard it, and his heart was aching to the point of pain, and his nose was sore.
"I know, I know," Jiang Cheng tucked the quilt back into place and lightly touched his face, "Just hold on for a while, I'll take the medicine, I'll have something to eat in a while and then take the medicine."
"What to eat?" Gu Fei asked.
"I just met Li Yan," Jiang Cheng said. "He said that the fever should be mild, white porridge or plain noodles."
"This bastard," Gu Fei whispered, "It must have been intentional."
"Then what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you?" Jiang Cheng asked.
Gu Fei hummed twice, not knowing what to say, and then fell asleep again.
Jiang Cheng guessed that he was complaining about his cooking skills, but white porridge and noodles... He still had no problem, after all, he used to cook noodles all the time.
It's just that Gu Fei didn't say what he wanted to eat before he fell asleep again, so he got up and went into the kitchen, where he cooked the porridge first, white porridge, put water and rice on it, and set the rice cooker to the porridge level. Very simple.
As soon as he pressed the button, the phone in his trouser pocket rang. He frantically didn't look at it for a while. He took out the phone and pressed it to answer, for fear that one more ring would wake Gu Fei.
"Who?" he asked.
"Fuck? Cheng'er?" Pan Zhi's voice came from over there, "You deleted my number?"
"Why am I deleting your number?" Jiang Cheng closed the kitchen door.
"Then ask me who I am! Don't you have a caller ID?" Pan Zhi said.
"I didn't see it," Jiang Cheng said, "What's the matter?"
"...Fuck," Pan Zhi said with grief and anger, "I can't call you now that I have nothing to do?"
"Just ask." Jiang Cheng said.
"But I'm not all right. I have something to do," Pan Zhi said. "How is it? Do you feel very good after the test?"
"It's alright." Jiang Cheng smiled.
"Is the answer correct? Is it alright to take a B major or something?" Pan Zhi asked.
"That's right, you'll know when you get the score," Jiang Cheng said, "I feel it's okay, don't bother with other things."
"The aura of a scholar," Pan Zhi sighed, "I figured it out, I can probably mix three books. Anyway, my mother will try my best to go to school in the same place as you."
"You don't have a girlfriend recently," Jiang Cheng said, "You actually want to be with me."
"If you have a girlfriend, you have to think about you first," Pan Zhi laughed. "Besides, how can I have a serious relationship now? Who knows if there is a better girl waiting for me in college."
"Just your virtue," Jiang Cheng whispered, "It's not your turn to be a good girl."
"What if I happen to be blind," Pan Zhi said happily, "Hey, how about Gu Fei, I just sent him a message to condolence, and he didn't pay attention to me, is it because he failed the test and is suffering. Woolen cloth?"
"How could he be suffering because of this kind of thing," Jiang Cheng said, "He's sleeping with a fever... Just in time, you can help me ask your mother, how can you make plain porridge and plain noodles to make it delicious?"
"Have a fever?" Pan Zhi was stunned for a while, "I always thought it would be you who fell after the exam. Why did he fall? Wait a minute, I asked my mother to send you a message."
That's right, after the exam, if you want to lose one, you have to be yourself. No one thought that Gu Fei would be the one who fell.
Only he himself knew why Gu Fei fell.
When he thought about this, he felt uncomfortable again, and it was only after Gu Fei fell that he thought of why he fell ill.
He returned to the living room, sat on the small stool, and looked at Gu Fei.
He really had never seen Gu Fei so ill, and it looked particularly distressing.
The thermometer was almost ready to be taken out, and he hesitated for a long time before lifting the quilt.
It wasn't until Gu Fei moved himself that he took this opportunity to quickly lift the quilt and pull out the thermometer.
"Huh?" Gu Fei snorted again in a daze.
"Wake you up?" Jiang Cheng quickly covered the quilt, "I'll take the thermometer."
"How many degrees?" Gu Fei was still confused.
"I'll take a look..." Jiang Cheng took the thermometer and looked down.
This thing, the most annoying thing is that I don’t know where to look. Jiang Cheng turned his hand around seven thousand two hundred and sixty-four times, but he couldn’t find where the mercury column was. The thick one was fine. , but the one the doctor gave was a thin strip.
"Fuck!" He raised the thermometer to the light again in a hurry, and after looking for a long time, he still couldn't find it. The more anxious he was, the less he knew how to read it. It wasn't designed to be seen by people!"
"Give it to me." Gu Fei said.
Jiang Cheng reluctantly handed him the thermometer: "Am I blind?"
Gu Fei smiled and didn't speak. It could be seen that he was still quite weak. He took the thermometer and turned it around casually for half a circle: "38 degrees 1."
"Then the electronics are basically accurate," Jiang Cheng sighed, took the thermometer and put it aside, then covered him with the quilt, "Sleep a little longer, I made porridge for you, do you want to drink it? Porridge, I'll cook noodles for you later when you want to eat."
"It's so hot." Gu Fei said.
"I'm sweating, it must be hot," Jiang Cheng was lying on the sofa half-kneeling, his fingers gently touching his nose, "It's good to sweat, drink some water? The doctor said you should drink more water to prevent Dehydration."
"En." Gu Fei closed his eyes and responded.
Jiang Cheng mixed a glass of warm water, and after thinking about it, he took out a straw. These straws were taken off when he was drinking yogurt before. He liked to eat it with a spoon, so Gu Fei took off the straw and saved it. Maybe When can it be used.
Used it right now.
"Come on, take it." Jiang Cheng lay down on Fei's side, and lightly tapped twice on his lips with a straw.
"It's called a puppy." Gu Fei smiled.
"Drink water," Jiang Cheng also laughed, "Drink more."
Gu Fei bit the straw and drank more than half a glass of water, then heaved a sigh of relief: "I'll just make plain porridge in a while."
"It's not too much trouble to cook noodles," Jiang Cheng said, "You don't have to be with me for a while now."
"I just think," Gu Fei closed his eyes and pouted the corners of his mouth, "the noodles you cook are more tastier than white porridge."
"Damn it," Jiang Cheng said happily, "That's fine, you lie down for a while, I'll call you when the porridge is ready."
"En." Gu Fei responded, and quickly fell back asleep.
Pan Zhi's message came over.
-My mother said that noodles are not easy to digest, so porridge is better. After cooking, add some chopped vegetables, mix with oyster sauce and sesame oil, or add some soy tofu to go with it
- thank you mom for me
- thank you in advance
Jiang Cheng smiled, put the phone aside, and after changing the towel for Gu Fei, he sat on the small stool and continued to stare at him.
He was used to seeing Gu Fei who was calm, Gu Fei who was cold to others, and Gu Fei who smiled at himself, but now seeing Gu Fei who is so fragile, with a little bit of grievances that he can't tell, he can't tell. go soft.
I want to kiss Gu Fei and hug him.
He leaned over and lightly touched Gu Fei's lips with his lips.
Gu Fei drank the water, and his lips were still a little wet, and when he touched it lightly, he felt very comfortable.
It wasn't until the electric rice cooker in the kitchen dinged that Jiang Cheng stood up and prepared to go in and process the white porridge as Pan Zhi's mother said.
It was probably because he sat here for a long time and got up a little violently. When he turned around, he almost fell. He supported the table next to him before he stood firm, and then he settled down and waited for the golden spots in front of him to disappear. Gently ran into the kitchen.
Staring at her boyfriend to see this level is also very wholehearted.
He washed a few pieces of vegetable leaves, chopped them, sprinkled them into the cooked porridge and stirred them, and then put a little bit of oyster sauce and sesame oil.
When Jiang Cheng put the porridge on the coffee table, Gu Fei opened his eyes: "Fragrant."
"Awake?" Jiang Cheng leaned over and touched his face, which was still quite hot.
"Well," Gu Fei moved, "I'll try it."
Jiang Cheng helped him up, sat on the sofa, and wrapped him again with the quilt.
"I..." Gu Fei looked at him, "how to eat?"
"I'll feed you." Jiang Cheng sat on the coffee table with a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, facing him face to face.
Gu Fei didn't speak, he laughed, but because of his weakness, it could be seen that he was struggling to smile.
"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Cheng scooped a spoonful of porridge and tasted it for himself. It actually tasted pretty good, and he didn't know if it was because he was hungry, "It's alright, you can try it."
"I just thought it was funny," Gu Fei opened his mouth to eat, "Well, not bad, did you put the oyster sauce?"
"Leave a little bit," Jiang Cheng said, scooping another spoonful and feeding it into his mouth, "I didn't dare to put more, I'm afraid you won't be used to it."
"Actually," Gu Fei said while eating, "it's not a big deal if you have a fever."
"You've already fainted from sleep, and your voice has become hoarse," Jiang Cheng frowned, "What's the matter with you?"
"I'm sleepy and want to sleep." Gu Fei said.
"Gu Fei, do you know?" Jiang Cheng looked at him, "I don't want to see you like this, just sticking to this bird."
Gu Fei looked at him and said nothing.
"What's the matter, isn't it?" Jiang Cheng said, "It's fine if you support others, what are you doing with me? You're vulnerable when you're in front of me, can't you? This body is so hot, it's hard to hold on to it. I can do hyperthermia…”
"Then hold me." Gu Fei said.
"Ah?" Jiang Cheng was stunned.
"Hold." Gu Fei said.
Gu Fei, who was somewhat hoarse, with a slightly nasal voice, and a little bit of coquettish "hug", was like a small flower that exploded with electricity in Jiang Cheng's ear, which made his heart suddenly soften. I could barely hold the bowl in my hands.
"After eating this bowl, hold it." Jiang Cheng said.
"En." Gu Fei nodded.
Gu Fei is definitely still very uncomfortable at the moment, he usually doesn't eat a lot, but today he was full after eating half a bowl of porridge.
Jiang Cheng ate the half bowl he had left, and then went to the kitchen to fill up a bowl to eat, only then did he feel less hungry.
When he returned to the living room, Gu Fei was still sitting on the sofa wrapped in a quilt, but his eyes were closed.
Jiang Cheng checked his body temperature again, and this time it was 38 degrees. Although the drop was very small, at least it didn't go up. In fact, as Gu Fei said, a fever really isn't anything special. , But now Gu Fei's state is not just a fever, but the exhaustion accumulated for so long has erupted, otherwise he would not be so weak and lethargic all the time.
"Silkworm baby," Jiang Cheng patted his forehead, "Let's lie down? Or go to bed and fall asleep?"
Gu Fei didn't speak, he opened his eyes and looked at him.
"Huh?" Jiang Cheng also looked at him, "What's wrong?"
Gu Fei still didn't speak.
Jiang Cheng stared at him for a long time before suddenly coming back to his senses: "Ah, ah, hug, here I come, here I come."
He sat beside Gu Fei and hugged him tightly with the quilt: "Brother Cheng hugs."
"Sing a song, Brother Cheng," Gu Fei leaned against him and closed his eyes again, "Lullaby."
"Okay," Jiang Cheng cleared his throat, "Little bunny, open the door, open it quickly, I want to come in..."
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