Although he had a fever, Zhou Yanqing's appetite was surprisingly good, and he ate a large box full of rice without even a grain of rice left. After sitting for a while to digest, he also took the medicine, but Song Yu had no intention of leaving.
Zhou Yanqing finally couldn't sit still anymore, and asked softly: "Mr. Song, thank you for bringing me food."
Song Yu's slender body sat on the low stool aggrievedly, staring at the phone screen intently, when he heard Zhou Yanqing's words, he raised his eyes and said, "Don't be so polite to me."
"Hahahaha." Zhou Yan smiled dryly, "You must be very tired from recording the show, go back and rest early."
"Are you sleepy? If you're sleepy, go to sleep and leave me alone. I'll leave after your fever subsides."
Zhou Yan had slept lightly all afternoon, but he couldn't sleep, he just felt distressed when he saw the tiredness in Song Yu's eyes, and hoped that Song Yu would stop being so exhausted and go back to rest earlier.
"Mr. Song, I'm really fine after taking the medicine. I can even go out for a couple of laps." Seeing that Song Yu was unmoved, Zhou Yan teased himself with his arms bent and gesturing at his pitiful biceps.
Song Yu put away the phone: "Either we go to Haibin City People's Hospital now, or I'll wait here for your fever to subside, choose one."
Zhou Yan lowered his head lightly and curled his lips, but did not speak.
The scenes on the boat reappeared in his mind, whether it was to send him back to the island to rest at noon, or he had to stay at this moment, after getting along for so long, Zhou Yanqing could fully feel the tough side of Song Yu's character today.
Song Yu's toughness made him feel confused.
The refreshing sea breeze came in through the cracks in the window and the door, wrinkled Zhou Yanqing's peaceful heart, and dried his sweat.
Feeling sticky and uncomfortable, Zhou Yanqing had no choice but to compromise: "Then I'll take a shower, that stool is too short, Mr. Song, please sit on the bed."
Song Yu said, "Hot water."
"Ah?" Zhou Yanqing didn't understand what Song Yu meant.
Song Yu said again: "You can only take a bath with hot water."
"OK."
Zhou Yan held the clothes lightly and went into the bathroom awkwardly. The corners of his mouth sank as soon as he entered the bathroom, he didn't take off his clothes immediately, but opened his shaggy head, sat on the toilet seat and recalled the dream before he woke up.
Two dazzling headlights were coming at a gallop, and he subconsciously covered his eyes with his arms. His brain told him that the danger was coming in the next second, and he had to run away. At the same time, it also told him that it was too late. In desperation, he squinted his eyes and tried to see the buzzing "Reaper" galloping towards him. It seems to be a silver sports car, the license plate number is not clear, but the last two digits can be vaguely distinguished as 13.
Suddenly, a sharp pain rushed to the temple, and Zhou Yanqing tightly closed his eyes. He grabbed the hem of his shirt, tried his best to restrain his violent panting, and sat for a while to calm himself down.
Zhou Yanqing recalled it again, trying to remind himself of more content, but every time he was interrupted by a piercing pain, he had to give up.
Zhou Yanqing no longer struggled, he took out his mobile phone, opened the memo, and recorded all the information in the dream.
He thought that this might not be a dream he made up, but a certain memory in his previous life before his death. He just forgot that memory because he encountered a huge stimulus, otherwise he would not be able to compile even the license plate number.
He had a strange intuition that his death might not have been an accident...
When the hot water was poured on the head, people were immediately refreshed. Zhou Yanqing quickly took a hot shower and left the bathroom.
There was no hair dryer in the room, and he wanted to open the window to let the sea breeze dry his hair. Before his hand touched the window sash, a hand stretched out from behind to close the only gap tightly.
Song Yu covered Zhou Yanqing's head with a dry towel, "Don't let the wind blow, let's dry it off."
As he spoke, he covered Zhou Yanqing's head and rubbed it twice.
Zhou Yanqing hurriedly jumped away, and replied with a dry smile: "Okay, okay." He glanced at Song Yu's sweat-soaked T-shirt, "Mr. Song, if you don't mind, take a bath here, I'll bring you Two sets of pajamas, clean."
"I'm not that poor." Song Yu snorted, "Give me the clothes."
Zhou Yanqing's loose T-shirt and shorts fit Song Yu just right. When he came out of the shower, Zhou Yanqing was sitting on the bed in a daze, wondering what he was thinking.
Song Yu didn't call him, and put his warm palm directly on his smooth forehead, and then on his own two seconds later, "It's still a little hot, just lie down."
Zhou Yan froze for a moment, then quickly lay down on the bed, covered his head with the quilt, and let out a long breath. Hiding under the quilt, he heard Song Yu enter the bathroom again, turn on the faucet, and come out again after a while.
Then the cup covering his head was lifted, and a neatly folded cold towel was placed on his forehead.
"I checked on the Internet, and cold compresses and drinking plenty of water can help lower body temperature." Song Yu explained, and he helped Zhou Yan pour another glass of water, "Drink more water."
So, Song Yu was looking at his phone just now to find out how to cool down? Zhou Yanqing lay on his back stiffly, thinking wildly about this, but he didn't struggle with his mouth or heart. He said "um" softly, let's be a patient obediently today.
"Go to sleep."
Song Yu turned off the lights in the room, and only turned on the weak light in the bathroom, barely illuminating a corner. He lightly took the low stool and leaned against the wall under the window sill, looking through the window at the swaying treetops under the moonlight.
Zhou Yan lay lightly on the bed, tilted his head slightly, and stared blankly at Song Yu.
Song Yu, who was sitting in the dark, looked lonely.
"Teacher Song." Zhou Yanqing couldn't help breaking the sour loneliness.
"What's wrong?" Song Yu turned her head.
Zhou Yan lightly held the wet towel on his forehead and turned around carefully. He looked at Song Yu and said, "You asked me yesterday if anyone told me that I was gentle. I recalled it carefully, and unfortunately, there was no." After carefully recalling it, he said, "Actually, I used to be stubborn, arrogant, reckless, and self-righteous. In short, I had a bad personality."
It was the first time Song Yu heard Zhou Yan lightly talk about himself. He straightened his sitting posture and asked with a smile, "Are you tamed by the teacher? Or tamed by your parents?"
"Neither of them." Zhou Yan looked at Song Yu's direction intently, and said solemnly, "Because I met a very gentle person, and he taught me a lot."
Not a parent, not a teacher, but a gentle person.
Zhou Yanqing's tone was precious and serious, and Song Yu could tell that this "gentle person" must be an extremely important role in Zhou Yanqing's life.
secret crush? admirer? Or a lover
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, Song Yu leaned against the wall again and stared at the treetops outside the window. It took him a while to remember that Zhou Yan had said a long list without saying a word.
"Go to sleep." A deep voice sounded in the darkness.