At the end of the trip to Hong Kong, Ji Yi specially asked for a small Hong Kong dollar banknote from Ji Chengyang as a souvenir.
She left a date on it with a black signature pen: 2002.10.2-10.6
Although Ji Chengyang still kept the agreed distance with her, she had silently determined that this was their first long-distance trip after they changed their relationship.
After coming back, Nuan Nuan seemed to have no worries suddenly, no matter how Ji Yi asked, he was vaguely told. Ji Yi had some unpleasant feelings, but he couldn't help but put it down temporarily.
In Ji Yi's impression, she once thought that 2002 was a year of disasters, but after the Spring Festival holiday in 2003, she felt that compared with the natural disasters that suddenly fell from the sky, man-made disasters seemed so insignificant. Ji Chengyang went to Russia at the end of 2002. Because of the Moscow hostage incident in October, Moscow's Chechen problem escalated again.
When he returned, just after the Chinese New Year, after the Lunar New Year, a major epidemic suddenly broke out in China.
The word SARS spread in an instant.
Ji Chengyang didn't feel it at first, but when the plane landed, the scene of pedestrians wearing masks made him feel really serious this time. He went to the stage and saw that everyone was dividing tasks. Someone asked, "Who is going to visit Beihang University." Without saying anything, Ji Chengyang put on the hat he took off just now: "I'll go."
Liu Wanxia just came in, she was anxious when she heard it, and pulled him: "Someone has already gone, the director is looking for you, go to the director first." Ji Chengyang is not too clear about the situation, listened to his old classmates. Said, he turned to go out and went to the director's office. He really went in and sat down, chatting, and he figured out how serious the matter was.
Beihang University is the hardest-hit area. Many hospitals are in the hardest-hit area. Many universities have closed their schools. All military command compound complexes are completely closed, and vehicles for food and vegetables are prohibited from entering and exiting. Many companies have holidays...
Blocking access to Beijing.
Countries have imposed bans to avoid traveling to China and even cancel all official business...
Even Ji Chengyang who was so calm was a little shocked.
Air and saliva infection.
Just this communication channel makes people talk about it.
"We have a reporter who went to Xiehe Hospital for an interview. She is now in quarantine. Her information was sent by email. You can sort it out and see if you can complete some information for the telephone interview," the director told him.
Ji Chengyang took the job and came out of the office. After thinking about it for a while, he dialed the phone number of Wang Haoran’s cousin, Ji Chengyang also used this channel to get help from Gu Pingsheng and got the little boy. First-hand medical records. Ji Chengyang’s impression of Binfa’s most outstanding junior, his mother is Xiehe’s doctor.
Who knows, the call went to Gu Pingsheng, who was actually at Xiehe.
"The situation?" Gu Pingsheng's voice was a little hoarse, and he said softly, "The situation is serious, more serious than any report. There is nothing to say. The medical staff you can interview now may soon be martyrs."
Holding his mobile phone, Ji Chengyang felt that he had said something similar when he was interviewed that year. As a war correspondent, if a bomb fell well, his name would go into history.
Unexpectedly, the young man on the other end of the phone smiled first: "Ask, you ask and I answer."
The two didn't meet each other much, but they admired each other quite a bit.
Doctor Gu hung up after a short call. He was "fighting" and could only answer such a call while he was resting and talk about the frontline situation.
This is a terrible life-consuming epidemic, and the death toll is rising rapidly.
"The true number of deaths?" Gu Ping was very tired and sighed regretfully, and did not answer this senior.
Ji Chengyang threw the phone back into his trouser pocket, looking at the glass in front of him, there was his reflection there.
He was waiting for the quarantined reporter to upload information, but he had nothing to do for a while and wandered into a dressing room where there were still people. It is estimated that everyone is looking for a companion to chat. There are seven or eight people in this room. When he enters, someone pushes an extra lunch box: "Taiwan flower, the small one is for you."
Everyone laughed, nothing to tease Taiwanese flowers, it is also a joy in hardship.
Beijing is the hardest-hit area. Every district has news reports about the number of infections, and everyone is at risk. However, as a reporter, the family is the most worried about. “Maybe if you go out to buy a dish, you will be infected. Even if it is not an infection, you will be locked up for quarantine immediately if you have been in contact with a SARS patient.” Some people complained about the unfairness of quarantine.
"Yes, the university in the hard-hit area is said to be quarantined for the entire class. In case one of them is really sick, the rest is healthy. If you stay in the same place with a patient, you will also be infected."
"There is no way. Infectious diseases are handled in this way. A small group of people is sacrificed to protect the majority of society." A woman smiled bitterly. "In the past, those leprosy villages were not like this."
Ji Chengyang broke off the disposable chopsticks, rubbed the sawdust lightly, and listened to them chatting. Liu Wanxia came in in a while. Originally, she wanted to get something. Seeing Ji Chengyang was here, she quickly took out a new cluster of unopened masks from her pocket and handed it to him: "The ones sold outside are just one. Layer cloth, it doesn’t work, so I’ll wear this as soon as I go out."
The eyes of everyone were full, and they were really moved by the delicate feelings of this intellectual and beautiful female anchor. I don’t know who blew the whistle: "Late summer, I can’t find that. Anyway, Ji Chengyang is famous for not being afraid of death. I have it."
"Hurry up and eat." Liu Wanxia smiled, put the mask on Ji Chengyang's lap, and left.
After Ji Chengyang had eaten, he measured the mask pad and threw it on the table. He left the stage without wearing anything protective. He asked just now that Beijing Foreign Studies University has not closed the school during this period. He wants to see Ji Yi. She still doesn't know that she has returned to Beijing urgently.
Ji Yi was in the dormitory, fiddling with her little mask, a little bit too talkative.
"Guangzhou, Hong Kong, and Beijing... I dare not watch the news," the classmate was calling his family. "Mom, don't rush to the hospital if you have a fever. If you go there, the whole family will be quarantined. It's all an area opened up, so you can't get out if you go in."
The person in the dormitory is from Guangzhou, and she calls her family members every day. Even if she does not call, the family members will call over because Beijing is also the hardest hit area. While talking, the classmate reminded again: "Mom, remember what I just said, don't go to the hospital. Many doctors and doctors are infected in the hospital," the girl curled up on the chair. , Carefully told, "Many universities here are closed. It's okay. Everyone will not go out. There will be no source of infection..."
Ji Yi poured a cup of hot water, not very energetic, and almost ran into a chair beside him.
Fortunately, the caller helped her. She put the cup on the table and sat for a while. After a few sips, she put on her coat, packed her schoolbags, and left the dormitory. In fact, there are still a lot of people who don't wear masks on campus. She wears a simple medical mask properly because she feels that she has a fever and the trend is getting worse.
She dared not stay in the dormitory for fear that the entire dormitory would be isolated.
But I really took the clothes and left, but there was nowhere to go.
She stood at the gate of the school, hesitating, considering where to stay for one night. If it is a normal fever, she usually has a fever overnight. If it is really SARS... let's talk about it then. She doesn't dare to think about the latter, but knows that she must first determine whether she is or not. Today is Friday, but it is not like a large number of people entering and leaving the school gate as usual. When she came out, she was also asked to sign her name on a notebook at the school gate.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked out, I saw the familiar car parked not far away, and the familiar figure that I hadn't seen for a long time got out of the car. Ji Chengyang had obviously seen her and locked the car and walked over. Ji Yi took a step back subconsciously, and when he walked a few steps away from him, he suddenly said, "Don't come over."
Ji Chengyang's eyes came out from under the black brim, and Ji Yi was wearing a mask in his pupils: "What's the matter?"
Ji Yi pulled the rope of his mask subconsciously, and then both hands clasped the straps of the slanting backpack: "I have a fever... I'm afraid it will be transmitted to you."
Ji Chengyang frowned suddenly and walked over quickly: "Have a fever?"
Before Ji Yi had time to avoid it, she held her wrist. Ji Chengyang felt that the temperature of her skin had risen, and her heartbeat started to beat so fast. He stretched out his hand and was about to touch Ji Yi's forehead. Ji Yi was really anxious: "I didn't lie to you, I really have a fever. I’m a little farther away. Don’t touch me, don’t touch anywhere, in case SARS is contagious—"
Ji Chengyang hadn't thought so deeply before, but she really reacted to hearing that she was so anxious to avoid herself. Ji Yi also wanted to say that he had taken him into the car with his wrist tightly. She was so anxious to death. She stared at him with big black eyes, and wanted to get out of the car. Ji Chengyang quickly unlocked the car.
Ji Yi was really gone, and was dizzy because of the fever, and he became weaker and weaker after being so emotionally tossed over. She felt that her throat was particularly painful and she didn't have the strength to speak, but she still told him: "I'm not lying to you, if I really have SARS, you might be infected if you are sitting in the same car with me now..."
Ji Chengyang didn't listen to her babbling about the dangers at all. He stretched out his hand and touched Ji Yi's forehead somewhat hard, using his feelings to judge whether she had a serious burn. He watched her since she was a child and didn’t know how many times she had taken medicine for fever, he knew that her natural resistance was lower than that of ordinary people, and she took anti-inflammatory drugs frequently and unlimitedly when she was a child... "When did she start fever? Have you ever measured your body temperature? , Have you seen it in the hospital?"
Ji Yi leaned his head on the back of the seat, murmured: "No matter you go to the hospital, you will be quarantined if it is not SARS... I think if it is a normal fever, tomorrow will be fine... If tomorrow is not good..."
This sentence reminded Ji Chengyang.
When I was on the phone with that doctor just now, the other party also mentioned that the hospital is really the most dangerous place at this time. Don’t go if you can. Many fevers are not atypical if they can be cured by taking medicine overnight. I got pneumonia, and the fever clinics who didn't need to go to the hospital were quickly isolated in the ward.
The probability of infection in the isolation ward is very high, and it is not safe.
"You must pay attention lately," Gu Pingsheng reminded him at last, "Don't have a fever. If you have a fever, observe for one day. Don't rush to the fever clinic. It is really wrong to be infected in the isolation ward. It is not effective yet. The treatment plan and medicine... I hope it will come out soon."
Ji Chengyang turned the steering wheel and drove the car in the direction of his home. Since he was directly reminded, it would be safe to take her to the house for the time being to take medicine and treat it as a common cold and fever, and observe it for another night. Ji Chengyang put both hands on the steering wheel, and he looked at his side and convinced his own Ji Yi: "I will take you home to take medicine and sleep. When you wake up, you will see if your body temperature has dropped."
The bangs on Ji Yi's forehead were slightly parted, and the face that was not covered by the mask showed the strange flush of red when he started to burn. She struggled in her heart for a while, and hummed softly. She couldn't persuade Ji Chengyang to stay away from herself first, so she had to give up and closed her eyes. There was a string deep in her heart but it slowly loosened it, and the feeling of fear was slowly faded.
As a result, she really lived in his house that day.
Unexpectedly, the first time she spent the night at Ji Chengyang's house, she did not dare to live in the dormitory because of fever. This situation might only happen at this time. Ji Chengyang’s home has no guest room, so she slept on his bed. When she finally started to sweat in the middle of the night, she was a little confused by the burning, and she put her hand out the quilt repeatedly, and was patiently put back.
From a splitting headache to finally falling asleep.
When I woke up, the sky was already bright, and although the curtains were closed, there was still sunlight coming in through the gaps in the curtains. She touched the watch next to the cabinet and glanced at it. It was ten o'clock.
But still aching all over.
Ji Yi supported her arm and moved along the head of the bed. She touched her forehead, still feeling a little feverish. The fever didn't go away... This thought turned the whole mood into gloomy and terrified. She thought of the various news reports she had heard for more than a month. After sitting silently with her knees on her knees, she touched her coat and put it on.
Before she got out of bed, Ji Chengyang walked in.
He carried the porridge he had just cooked, and a small dish of pickled cucumbers, and brought a thermometer by the way. "I just felt like you are burning up again. Come on, take your temperature first, and then have breakfast." Ji Chengyang sat down by the bed and put the porridge and a small dish of pickles on the bedside cabinet, instead of pulling the curtains, instead Turn on the bedside lamp.
She didn't say a word, leaning on the bed, waiting for Ji Chengyang to hand over the thermometer, but did not answer: "I have a fever, no more dosage..." Tears began to come up unconsciously, dangling in the eye sockets, she lowered her head to cover up, "You It would be nice if I didn't come to the school to find me yesterday."
He interrupted her softly: "Take your temperature."
Her voice became lower, and she said to herself: "If you want me to be SARS, you must be infected. Breath and saliva can be infected. You have been so close to me, you must not be able to avoid it..."
"Sisi." He interrupted again.
"I'll go to the hospital by myself in a while," she choked up. "Don't go with me. You will be locked up with me."
"Sixi." Ji Chengyang's voice was low, trying to prevent her from becoming more and more extreme.
"Maybe you don't have a fever, you will be fine in a few days..."
Ji Yi lowered his head and kept stirring the edges of the quilt with his fingers, feeling that he was frustrated and would only cause him trouble. What if it is really SARS, what to do... The dark blue quilt was twisted into a ball in the palm of her hand. She thought of the terrible death numbers, and became more and more afraid, thinking that Ji Chengyang would be infected, and began to blame herself. The low emotions were entangled together, making her feel that her stomach began to twist and hurt, and the pain was so painful that she just wanted to cry, and her tears fell out of control.
A finger touched Ji Yi's face and wiped away those tears: "You will be fine, don't think about it."
Just when she wanted to continue speaking, her chin was lifted by that hand, and Ji Chengyang directly crushed her guilt and self-blame with her actions. He naturally inserted his fingers into her long hair that was a little wet from the fever all night, and put her head close to him. He was really kissing her this time.
I don't care if she has a fever.
Or she had never considered whether she was SARS or whether she would be infected by kissing.
Ji Yi felt that his lips were being gently sucked and grabbed the front of his T-shirt dizzyly. The tip of his tongue pressed against her soft lips, so he tried to find her tongue, entangled slightly, and sucked for a while. This completely unfamiliar and gentle contact made Ji Yi burn all over.
She didn't resist at all, she just endured it.
Even the fingertips became soft.
When his palm touched her little ear, he slid down, kneading it gently. A moment of numbness made her tremble involuntarily, teardrops still on her face, sliding down, a bit salty, both of them tasted this taste. Gradually, Ji Chengyang began to deepen the feeling of entanglement, and went deep into his throat, Ji Yi was kissed so that he was unconscious and out of breath.
During the whole process, she was only confused, and felt that she wanted to cry.
It's the kind of particularly happy cry.
This is the first kiss of two people.
Ji Chengyang felt that she was about to fall into her gentle obedience, and deepened the kiss almost persistently. When everything starts, you will find the terrible effect of the relationship accumulating for too long. He is greedy for this feeling, and he touches her earlobe, the curvature of the side face, and the neck until he slides to her chest, and he involuntarily caresses and kneads her. Soft chest.
Ji Yi was stimulated by this unfamiliar touching feeling, shivering slightly, shrinking her body.
It was this slight evasive action that made Ji Chengyang stop suddenly.
He finally realized what he was eager to do. He released the person in his arms in time, and slowly pushed her away a little distance: "Take your temperature first, okay?" Ji Yi panted lightly and stared at him blankly. After a second, he lowered his head to avoid his deep and dark gaze, and looked down at the quilt covering him: "Okay..."
She listened to her almost crazy heartbeat, her eyes trembling slightly.
Ji Chengyang tied up her blouse with a few buttons, picked up the thermometer again, and went in along her neckline. The cold thermometer was stuffed into her armpit: "If you really have SARS, I am now It must have been infected. Don't be afraid, I will be with you."