Because of the tossing last night, the three of them got up late the next morning. Wu Wen already knew that his brother was picked up by Xie Fengsheng. It is estimated that the brat is going to be awkward again, and he doesn't know when he will get better.
The three of them were absent-mindedly eating breakfast, Wu Wen saw the two girls slumping their heads and drooping their heads, like eggplants beaten by frost, he thought to himself, that's it!
On the way back, Wu Wen observed the expressions of the two girls behind in the rearview mirror. After looking at it for a while, he said to Lanshan, "Lanshan, you are not to blame for this. You are just being cheated by a friend. People, very stubborn. Once you get into the horns, you have to pierce the blood before you stop. You, go back and explain to him, he eats soft or hard. Don't take it too hard, he is angry It’s also because he cares. If a beggar on the side of the road points to him and calls him'gay guy,' he will definitely not be angry."
As he said, Lanshan nodded, "Yes" a few times.
Wu Wen thought for a while, and finally did not tell her Qiao Feng's nonsense misunderstanding. It's not suitable to complicate things now, so let's straighten out this one first.
When the blue shirt went back, his mood was quite bleak, walking down his head, desperate. When she went downstairs to her house, she inadvertently glanced into the trash can and saw some broken tiles scattered inside. The color and the pattern were quite familiar.
Ah, isn't this the bowl from Qiao Feng's house? Light blue, there are pictures of Pokemon on the wall of the bowl, which have been placed next to the TV cabinet to hold small objects such as keys.
Why was it broken
She walked over and rummaged through the trash can. An uncle came over. He was pushing a bicycle with a lot of squashed mineral water bottles in the basket. This was the result of two hours of flipping the trash can. Seeing the blue shirt flipping through the trash can, he thought he had met a competitor and looked at her sternly.
Lanshan handed him a Coke can, and she shook the porcelain piece in her hand, "I want this."
The uncle's expression was relaxed, and he came over and turned over with her, turned over the bottles and cartons to him, and turned to the porcelain pieces to her.
As a result, the efficiency was much higher. Lanshan quickly found the tiles in the entire trash can and packed them in a dirty plastic bag. She carried the broken tiles and thanked the uncle.
The uncle kindly reminded her, "This kind of thing is not accepted at the waste station."
"I know."
Back home, Lanshan washed all the broken porcelain pieces, and found glue to stick them together. The tiles were so bad that she was playing a three-dimensional jigsaw puzzle. After playing for more than an hour, she spelled out an unrecognizable strange flower. She had to break it into a pile of fragments again.
Time passed unconsciously and it was time for lunch. When it was time for dinner, Lanshan thought of Qiao Feng, which almost formed a conditioned reflex. She scratched her head and thought, he was running around in the middle of the night last night, and he probably hasn't woken up yet. Forget it, wait.
So she went down to find a restaurant for lunch alone. At noon on weekdays, there are not many people in small restaurants in residential areas. The little brother who orders the food is chattering. He sits at the table next to the blue shirt and strikes up a conversation with her, "Sister, are you new here? I have never seen you before. ."
Lanshan replied as he ate, "Yes, it's been more than two months since I moved here."
"That's not a short time, why haven't I seen you once."
"You probably have seen it before, and you will forget it later."
"That's impossible, you are so beautiful, you can't forget what you have seen."
The blue shirt has already been boasted of immunity, so I don't care about it at the moment, it's time to eat and drink. The little brother said again, "This is the first time you have come to our store... Do you not often eat out?"
She nodded, "Yes."
"It seems that you are a person who can cook, beautiful and good at cooking, sister, whoever marries you in the future is a blessing for several lifetimes."
Lanshan snorted, wiping the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and said, "I don't know how to cook. I know someone who can cook, so I often go to his house to eat."
The little brother looked incredible, "You spent two months in the house?"
"Yes."
"Is anyone unhappy?"
"No, he is very happy. He will do whatever I want to eat." But today he is really upset...
The little brother looked at her gossipingly, "Sister, you never thought, why can that person tolerate you for nothing?"
Lanshan was not happy, "How can I say it, I didn't eat and drink for nothing. I bought all the vegetables, and I always buy him things. I bought a water dispenser for their cat two days ago!" Oh, by the way, if anyone bullies him, I will rush forward and be a thug."
"She is a woman?"
"male."
The little brother suddenly said, "My sister, you must be left. A man who cooks for a big beautiful woman every day is definitely not the little thing you bought. To be honest, the people who live in this community, ten There is no shortage of money in most cases."
The blue shirt was dumbfounded, "What, what do you mean?"
The little brother picked up the tea cup and took a sip with his neck back. He looked like a mysterious master. He put down the tea cup and said with a smile, "No matter how much I can say, you want to go slowly!"
Lanshan absently ate two more meals and left after checking out.
After going back, she really thought about it seriously, and then she thought a little bit more.
Since Qiao Feng claimed that he was not gay, why did he never object to the affectionate behavior of a friend of the opposite sex? And what you want to eat, what you want, what you want to buy, this Nima is basically the ultimate performance of a good boyfriend of twenty-four filial piety, is it good
What does that little genius mean? !
If it is deduced by common sense, this person must have fallen in love with her. But Qiao Feng is not an ordinary person, who knows what that weird brain circuit is thinking? He is naturally good-tempered. What if he is reluctant to reject her and hurt her just because of his good-tempered temper? Or maybe you really treat her as a friend, and being responsive to a friend can only show that she is righteous...
After thinking about it, Lan Shan found that he still didn't know Qiao Feng enough.
One afternoon, she didn't have the temper to do anything else. She explored Qiao Feng's inner world for a while, and then spent a while at the pile of broken porcelain pieces. Finally, she decided to go to dinner with a cheeky meal and talk away. Apologize. In any case, she does have something wrong.
Although his performance last night was actually quite hurtful...
After dinner, Lanshan finally mustered up the courage to knock on Qiao Feng's door.
Qiao Feng lost his appetite today and did not eat lunch. He cooked two vegetarian dishes for dinner and cooked a pot of white porridge.
Well, the dishes are still fried too much.
He was shocked when he heard the knock on the door, and walked to the door, facing the cat's eye, he saw the blue shirt outside.
He held the doorknob, his heartbeat speeded up slightly. He thought to himself, as long as she admitted her mistakes and had a good attitude, he could let her have another meal.
Thinking about this, he opened the door.
Lanshan didn't expect Qiao Feng to be so haggard overnight. Her usual white and tender face was now faintly dark, and her expression was a bit tired. She was stunned and asked, "Are you sick?"
Qiao Feng asked back, "What do you want to do?" His voice was faintly nasal.
"you caught a cold?"
"You have something to say straight."
"I... Um..." Blue shirt scratched his head and smiled, "Is it okay if I am wrong? You elder master doesn't remember the villain, can you not be like me?"
Qiao Feng took a deep breath and fixedly looked at her. He said, "Blue shirt, no matter what questions you have, you can ask me directly. I won't avoid even difficult topics. But why don't you ask? Speculation?"
The blue shirt is so innocent, "I asked!"
"What did you ask?"
"I asked you if you have ever picked up soap, you said yes!" At this point, Lanshan suddenly felt very strange, yes, he had replied personally!
Qiao Feng looked at her inexplicably, "I have picked up soap and is there any relationship between whether I am gay or not?"
"..." I finally understood where the problem was, Lanshan's eyes widened in surprise, and he covered his mouth in embarrassment, "You don't know what'picking up soap' means, do you?"
"Of course I know.'Pick up' means accidentally picked up.'Soap' is a chemical product that has the function of cleaning and decontamination, and the aqueous solution is weakly alkaline."
Lanshan patted his head, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! I tell you, this word, it is already an allusion now, if you don’t believe it, you can check it online. But even if you don’t check it, you should understand what it is. Meaning. Anyway, I really didn't mean it, nor did it maliciously speculate. Who would have thought that you didn't even know the meaning of this word!"
Qiao Feng frowned, "Why do I know what it means?"
Lan Xian asked, "But I treat you as a boyfriend, and I hooked up with you, and you never objected! What do you mean, don't you like me?" He said something like this. , She is also a little vacant, her eyes fluttering.
Qiao Feng suffocated his heart, and blurted out, "I like you? You first have your brain plastic surgery, and then come and discuss this issue with me."
"You...!" Inexplicably, the anger of the blue shirt was lit by his words, she akimbo, "You are a personal attack! Can you despise others with a high IQ? I know I am stupid. , I don't deserve to be friends with you! Let's do it!" After speaking, she turned and walked away. After returning to her home, after entering the door, she slammed the door hard to vent her anger.
boom!
Qiao Feng's body shook, staring blankly at the dark red wooden door.
He suddenly felt sad. Why did he say something like that? He obviously didn't mean that... His emotions were not controlled at all. Could it be that there was a problem with the medicine that he took in the afternoon? But that's just ordinary cold medicine.
Um, will it expire
He returned home, found out those medicines and looked at them, and they didn't expire.
Maybe it's because I'm sick and I'm in a bad mood. He took a deep breath, he didn't know how to deal with the situation now, his mind was messed up, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
He had to go to the restaurant and enjoy his dinner first.
For the two dishes fried for dinner, Qiao Feng only ate chopsticks separately, and he didn't want to move. He only drank a small bowl of porridge—he was sick and his appetite was really bad.
After dinner, he took his temperature, 38 degrees.
Before going to bed, he took anti-fever medicine.
Although I lay in bed early, I still couldn't sleep. The high heat made his body like a small stove, and the surface of his skin was exuding vigorous heat. It felt like a small universe was burning indefinitely. His head was heavy, as if it was firmly clasped by a curse, dull and painful.
On a hot day, he also covered a quilt. Although it was terribly hot, he always didn't sweat.
He got up, twisted a wet towel and put it on his forehead to cool down.
The cool touch on his forehead made him feel a little better, his eyes widened, and he looked at the empty room under the dim bedside lamp.
When a person is sick, it is easy to be vulnerable, and it is also easy to feel lonely. Qiao Feng lay on the bed blankly, although his body was hot, but his heart was cold. He felt that his bed was too big, how could he sleep well in such an empty bed.
He got out of bed again and brought Schrodinger over to sleep with him.
Schrodinger lay beside him, snore. The monotonous and repetitive bass gradually made him feel a little sleepy.
In the middle of the night, Qiao Feng woke up again.
He was too uncomfortable, his body was limp, his head was dizzy and painful, his throat and eyes were so dry that he was particularly painful. He coughed, touched the thermometer from the head of the bed, and took his temperature. It was 39 degrees and seven.
If you burn like this, you must go to the hospital immediately. He took the phone and dialed the blue shirt instinctively. Seeing the word "dumb" on the phone, he suddenly hung up without waiting for the call to be connected.
Then he called the taxi company's car-hailing call.
In the middle of the night, he went to the hospital alone to register and see the doctor. He was so burnt that he was a little confused, and he staggered. The doctor took his temperature, asked a few more questions, and finally said, "Why are you here in such a hurry? You can wait a little longer to burn your organs before you come."
Qiao Feng sat quietly and took all the doctor's blame.
At the age of 40 or 50, Qiao Feng was just a child in his eyes. He asked while prescribing medicine, "I was so sick, did he come by himself?"
"Yeah." He lowered his eyes to cover the loneliness in his eyes.
The doctor said nothing else. Such a beautiful and well-behaved child is so pitiful that no one will take care of him when he is sick.
Then Qiao Feng opened the hospital bed to get a drip. The nurse on duty was a novice. He had pierced many holes in the back of his hand before finally finding the right blood vessel. She apologized, "I'm sorry, does it hurt?"
Qiao Feng's expression was dull, and he shook his head. His eyes were moist and clean, but they looked a little hollow because of his illness.
A good-looking person is too easy to be sympathetic, and her heart melts when the nurse sees him so behaved.
At six o'clock in the morning, Qiao Feng called his brother.
Wu Wen doesn't have the habit of getting up early. He answered the phone with a bad tone, "Qiao Feng, are you sick?"
"Yes."
"..."
Wu Wen on the other end of the phone took a deep breath, brushed the floor and opened the curtains, facing the early morning sun, his mind was a little clearer, and he asked, "What's the matter?"
"I'm not at home now, please take care of Schrodinger, please."
"Just your fat cat? It looks down on me, so I ignore it... No, why is your voice wrong? Are you sick?"
Although Qiao Feng's voice was rough and sickly, it was extremely calm, "I said it, yes."
"... Ciao! Where are you now?"
"Hospital."
Wu Wen was a little irritable, "I know it's the hospital, which hospital it is!"
Qiao Feng reported the number of the hospital and ward, and Wu Wen quickly rushed over. In fact, Qiao Feng has nothing to do now, and his body temperature also drops with a drip. The nurses on duty liked him very much, so they came to have a look when they were free. He lay quietly on the hospital bed, with a peaceful expression, without sleeping, talking, or eating, like a doll made of ceramics, which would break when touched.
Wu Wen brought breakfast to Qiao Feng, Qiao Feng took a few bites, and then asked Wu Wen to take care of Schrodinger.
Wu Wen asked, "Did you come by yourself?"
"right."
"Why don't you call me?"
"It's just a cold, don't have to be so troublesome."
"Why don't you burn into an idiot!" Wu Wen glared at his brother and asked again, "Does Lanshan know?"
Qiao Feng shook his head, "I don't know."
Wu Wen took out his cell phone, "I'll call her."
Qiao Feng stopped him, "No need."
Wu Wen stared at him hating iron and steel, shook his head and sighed, "Qiao Feng, do you know how to deal with girls?"
"do not know."
"..." Direct enough! Wu Wen slowed down and persuaded him, "In fact, the blue shirt is not to blame for this. Really, it was Xiao Caiwei who made the case."
Qiao Feng replied lightly, "I know, everything is just a misunderstanding."
"Then you are still hypocritical?"
Qiao Feng lowered his head, "She is angry with me."
"Why is she mad at you again? What the hell is going on, what else is the plot that I missed?"
Qiao Feng shook his head, looking tired, "Don't worry about these things."
"Okay, I don't care, I don't bother to care!"
Wu Wen asked Qiao Feng a few more words before leaving. Before leaving, he promised Qiao Feng that he would send his fat cat to the pet shop.
After Wu Wen left, Qiao Feng thought for a while, took out his phone and posted a Weibo.
Helper Qiao: I am sick, and I feel very uncomfortable in the hospital.
After posting this Weibo, he thought to himself, I don't know if she will see this Weibo or how she will react when she sees it.
Then he fell asleep and woke up several times during the period, until Wu Wen sent an assistant to bring him lunch. Qiao Feng found the phone and saw that his Weibo was full of news. He was a bit agitated, and carefully checked the messages one by one. Many people were comforting him, but the blue shirt was not included.
After reading it carefully again, it really didn't.
The brilliance in his eyes dimmed a bit. Dragging the scroll bar back and forth, and finally entered Lanshan's Weibo.
Just a few minutes ago, she posted a Weibo: Today’s noon boss, please have a big meal, oh la la la!
The picture below is a table of hearty dishes.
Qiao Feng clicked on the big picture and looked at the dishes on the picture with a dazed expression.
The assistant leaned over and took a look, and comforted him, "Don't worry, you can eat these when you get better."
He didn't listen to him, and stared at the picture stubbornly, as if he could get rid of gold from it.
The assistant shook his head helplessly.