"Xiao Zhou, Zhou Yanqing."
A familiar voice sounded in his ear, Zhou Yan raised his head lightly, and saw Song Yu sitting on the edge of the bed.
With tears in his eyes, he touched Song Yu's thin side absently, and asked uncertainly, "Mr. Song, is that you?"
Song Yu could feel the sweaty hand on his cheek shaking. He held Zhou Yan's slightly trembling hand and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I'm here."
Warm skin, familiar voice, strange environment.
Zhou Yanqing looked around blankly, then suddenly woke up and remembered everything.
In the morning, he went fishing with the fishing boat, but was sent back to the island because of seasickness, and then he went back to his residence to sleep.
After falling asleep, he has been trapped in all kinds of bizarre dreams. He dreamed that Song Yu hanged himself, and all kinds of news overwhelming him made him breathless. He also dreamed that he was reborn two years ago, Song Yu was still alive, but there were two eyes greedily staring at Song Yu, wanting to put him to death. He has been hovering by Song Yu's side all the time, he wants to protect Song Yu and let Song Yu spend these two years safely.
Memories and dreams were intertwined, keeping him shackled and unable to escape.
Later, he heard someone calling his name behind him, he turned around, and a large blinding white light suddenly appeared in front of his sight, and he squinted his eyes carefully to see that it was the light of two headlights.
A high-end sports car galloped like crazy, and with the harsh sound of brakes, he clearly felt himself flying into the air.
The strong sense of weightlessness made his heart almost stop beating, and just when he thought he was about to smash to the ground and be smashed to pieces, a magical force pushed him out of the dream, and he sat here.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Zhou Yanqing's dull eyes and silence, Song Yu's heart clenched tightly.
When Zhou Yanqing saw his hand resting on Song Yu's face, Zhou Yanqing came to his senses completely, and he withdrew his hand suddenly, his voice hoarse, and he didn't know how to explain it for a while.
"Teacher Song... I..."
"Is it better?" Song Yu didn't have too many thoughts, he imitated Zhou Yanqing's method of comforting himself when he woke up from a nightmare, and while stroking Zhou Yanqing's wet hair, he comforted him, "You have a nightmare .”
The warm hands on the sideburns seemed to be magical, instantly calming Zhou Yanqing's panic and anxiety. He patted his hot cheeks, and said embarrassedly: "I, I seem to have overslept, should I start recording the show, I'll wipe my face and leave."
Before Song Yu could speak, Zhou Yanqing got out of bed in a hurry. The moment he stood up, he felt dizzy and fell forward involuntarily.
"careful."
Song Yu's eyes were sharp and his hands quickly supported Zhou Yanqing firmly. Only after this grasping did he realize that Zhou Yanqing's whole body was scorching hot. He helped him sit on the bed, stretched out his hand towards Zhou Yanqing's forehead and neck, it was so hot that he could fry eggs, and his cheeks and eye sockets were abnormally red.
"You have a fever, let's go to the health center." Song Yu's expression froze and his voice changed, "You sit down first, I'll get you some clothes."
Zhou Yan lightly touched his forehead blankly, as if he really had a fever. He glanced at the phone next to his pillow again, and it was already past 8 o'clock.
Song Yu found a sunscreen coat in the suitcase and put it on Zhou Yanqing, "Can I go? Or I will carry you on my back."
"No need." Zhou Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead lightly, and said, "I feel better after sweating all over. Mr. Song, don't you need to record the show?"
"No, it's over long ago." Song Yu couldn't care less about recording any programs. He was in a hurry, and his voice couldn't help but speak a little louder. After a pause, he explained in a low voice, "The director canceled tonight's recording Plan, let's go, let's go to the health center."
Zhou Yanqing hurriedly grabbed Song Yu's hand: "There is no one in the hospital now, Cheng Qing took me there in the afternoon, and the doctor said he would take the ferry back to Haibin City after get off work in the evening."
"Then I'll ask Brother Meng to contact the program team. Let's find Sou Chuan to go to Haibin City. You must go to the hospital."
"No need really, I feel much better than in the afternoon." Zhou Yan lightly shook his head and pulled Song Yu back, "It was too hot when I came back at noon, so I took a cold shower, maybe I caught cold at that time. I was sweating all over, and I felt much better, I brought antipyretics, just take two pills and it will be fine."
Zhou Yanqing wasn't trying to be brave, he really felt relaxed, and didn't feel any discomfort except a little headache and hunger after sleeping for a long time.
Coincidentally, his stomach also made a cooing sound.
Song Yumo and Zhou Yanqing looked at each other, but were still defeated by the red eye sockets and moist eyes: "Where is the medicine?"
Zhou Yanqing prepared several common oral medicines, such as cold medicine, antipyretics, cough medicine, etc., as well as a box of painkillers, and even bandages and bandages.
It was only then that Song Yu remembered that the unpacked box of painkillers was originally in his bag. Apparently Zhou Yanqing didn't want him to take painkillers to curb his headache, so he put it away.
Song Yu tried his best to ignore the mixed feelings in his heart, and took out a box of antipyretics. Just as he was about to take out two capsules, he paused when he remembered something, and put the medicine on the table.
"You can't take this medicine on an empty stomach. You should eat something first." Song Yu opened the eel rice he brought and handed it to Zhou Yanqing.
It has been placed in an insulated lunch box, the rice is still hot, and the strong aroma of sauce and eel is tangy.
"It smells so good!" Zhou Yanqing's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help swallowing. He had no appetite at noon, so he only ate two mouthfuls of food. He was really hungry now, and he stopped being polite and shy, and ate happily with the lunch box.
Song Yu picked up the kettle on the table, intending to boil some hot water for Zhou Yanqing.
Apparently he was very awkward in taking care of people. At first he couldn’t find where the drinking water was, and then he remembered that he had forgotten to plug in the plug after the kettle had been boiling for a long time. Forgot to cool it in a glass.
Seeing Song Yu flustered, Zhou Yanqing wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, so he had to fill his cheeks with rice to cover up his smile.
Song Yu laughed at himself: "Don't hold yourself back, just laugh if you want."
Zhou Yan lightly "huh" twice, then shook his head decisively, but his eyes turned into crescent moons.
Song Yu would also smile heartily.