"Wanding, I want to ask you something."
When Wan Ding received a call from Qiao Huaize, he almost thought that Qiao Huaize had encountered something big and would die.
Because Qiao Huaize never called him, and although Wan Ding, as the owner of the martial arts gym, was also Qiao Huaize's nominal boss, he was used to Qiao Huaize's aloofness.
Wan Ding's little heart skipped a beat when he received a call from Qiao Huaize. Hearing Qiao Huaize speaking in his usual deep, indifferent, and indistinguishable voice, Wan Ding almost panicked.
Even if Qiao Huaize said that he was hunted down by a group of bandits in a society ruled by law, Wan Ding would believe it, because Qiao Huaize has the temperament of a martial arts protagonist.
"Tell me, Mr. Qiao, what's the matter?" Wan Ding said quickly, "What problems have you encountered? I can help."
Qiao Huaize paused.
"I just sneezed."
"En!" Wan Ding listened carefully.
"I'm a little dizzy and cold now." Qiao Huaize continued.
Wan Ding suddenly felt that something was wrong, could it be that he was chasing and killing...
"Mr. Qiao, are you... not feeling well?" Wan Ding asked tentatively.
"I've never been sick before." Qiao Huaize said, "So I'm here to ask you, I analyzed that I might have a cold, do you think so?"
Wan Ding couldn't laugh or cry.
Qiao Huaize is quite accomplished in swordsmanship, but he didn't expect that his private life is so simple that he doesn't even know how to catch a cold.
He hurriedly inquired carefully. When he heard that Qiao Huaize stayed out last night, drank and fell asleep, Wan Ding was helpless.
"Mr. Qiao, what do you think? In such a cold weather, you were drunk and slept outside. It's good that you didn't freeze to death!" He said, "You have a cold."
"How long will it be good?"
"About seven days." Wan Ding said, "Would you like some medicine?"
"No need." It's only been seven days, so there's no need to take medicine.
"By the way, sir, do you have a fever now?"
"How do you know if you have a fever?"
"Hold a thermometer under your armpit, or use a forehead thermometer to take a test. But..." Wan Ding said hesitantly, "I don't think your family has such a thing."
"How many degrees is a fever?" Qiao Huaize asked calmly.
"37.5 is a low-grade fever. If it exceeds 38 degrees, you need to cool down. Otherwise, I'll buy one and send it to you..."
"I think it should be around 39 degrees now." Qiao Huaize said. He calmly put down his hand.
Wanting: ...
Don't tell him, Qiao Huaize measured it by himself.
"I'd better go there." Wan Ding was even more worried than before.
Qiao Huaize couldn't resist Wan Ding. In fact, he didn't try hard to refuse. Qiao Huaize always looks like a reticent and indifferent elite professor in school. In fact, it is because he is not familiar with those people in the school, and the value difference is too big, so he has no close friends at all.
As for Wan Ding, the two have known each other for several years, and both are interested in martial arts. Most people can't stand Qiao Huaize's indifferent and cold personality, but Wan Ding has been used to seeing all kinds of weird masters since he was a child, so he is very tolerant of Qiao Huaize.
Qiao Huaize was already a little hungry and his head was not feeling well, so Wan Ding insisted on coming, so he reported his address. I didn't even think about the enthusiasm of people rushing to half of the city in the early morning of the Spring Festival.
There was no one there on the morning of the Spring Festival. Wan Ding drove the car, and he arrived in less than half an hour after the usual one-hour drive.
Wan Ding knocked on the door, and Qiao Huaize opened it for him. Wan Ding looked at Qiao Huaize's indifferent look, as if he was not sick at all.
Wan Ding reached out and touched Qiao Huaize's forehead, it was hot.
"My little ancestor." Wan Ding was terrified, and hurried into the house, and handed the hot porridge in his bag to Qiao Huaize, "After drinking, go to bed and sweat."
Qiao Huaize might have a high fever, and his eyes were a little lazy. He took Wan Ding's takeaway and sat at the table to eat bit by bit. Wan Ding looked around Qiao Huaize's house, and felt that this simple style was actually quite similar to Qiao Huaize's style.
He opened the refrigerator, and there were only a few handfuls of vegetables drooping inside. Pull open the bottom, and there is some frozen meat inside, which is about the size of a fist.
"Do you usually eat bird food?" Wan Ding said in disbelief.
"Usually eat in the school cafeteria." Qiao Huaize replied lazily.
"What about winter and summer vacation?"
"drink wine."
Wan Ding was speechless for a while.
How did Qiao Huaize live to such an age
After Qiao Huaize finished his porridge, Wan Ding urged him to go back to bed and cover him with a quilt, and then gave him the antipyretics he brought. Qiao Huaize seemed a little bit disinclined to take medicine, but Wan Ding gave it to him and took it.
"You can't ruin yourself like this. Although you are indeed good at swordsmanship and have better physique than ordinary people, you can't harm you." Wan Ding said earnestly, "How many people froze to death outside after drinking, and you actually returned it to yourself?" Running outside to sleep? Do you want to die? Do you really think you are a martial arts master with internal skills?"
But he is really a master who is more powerful than a martial arts master. It's just from a previous life.
Qiao Huaize didn't speak, and Wan Ding thought that he was angry because he spoke too loudly. Just about to explain a few more words, Qiao Huaize said quietly, "I haven't had a cold like this before."
"...Didn't you come from the south? Can the winter in the south be the same as in the north?" Wan Ding couldn't help but said, "It's a miracle of life that you didn't get sick before!"
Qiao Huaize didn't bother to talk to him anymore. His long eyelashes blinked. He had a fever for the first time. He just felt tired and wanted to sleep, but he had no other feelings. He didn't understand why Wan Ding was so nervous.
"You can't drink like this all the time, it hurts your stomach. What will you do when you get old and have three highs? What if you get alcohol poisoned in the future?" Seeing Qiao Huaize ignore him, Wan Ding began to ramble.
Qiao Huaize didn't know why this thirty-year-old man could talk so much, it was too noisy, and he began to regret letting Wanding come over.
Being sick for a week is not a big deal.
"Headache." Qiao Huaize frowned slightly.
Wan Ding suddenly silenced.
"Then you sleep well, and I'll go buy you something. The key is the one on the table, isn't it?"
Qiao Huaize didn't speak for a while. This is the reason why he didn't want to make friends with Wanding deeply. Because people who practice martial arts are inherently loyal, people like Wan Ding are more warm-hearted, and Qiao Huaize is not used to socializing with this type of people.
Well, he's actually not used to anyone. After all, masters are all alone in the end.
"You don't have to do this." Qiao Huaize said, "You will be cured in seven days..."
"For someone like you who drinks and sleeps outside in winter, a seven-day illness can turn into a serious illness."
Wanding took the key and went out.
As soon as he left, Qiao Huaize actually fell asleep.
When Wan Ding came back, Qiao Huaize heard it, but he didn't bother to open his eyes, so he fell asleep again.
Open your eyes again, it's already night.
It was already dark in Qiao Huaize's room, and he saw a light in the crack of the door. He got off the bed, his steps were weak, but manageable. Qiao Huaize pushed open the door, just in time to see Wan Ding cooking, and several dishes had already been placed on the table.
"Mr. Qiao, are you awake?" Wan Ding said with a smile, "This is the New Year, I will cook two more dishes. You are waiting for a while."
Qiao Huaize is teaching students in Wan Ding's martial arts gym, and what Wan Ding gets is the commission of the class hours. Now the titular boss is busy in his house, but Qiao Huaize sits firmly on the mountain.
"You really don't need to do this." When Wan Ding finished the last dish and sat down, Qiao Huaize looked at him, "The two of us are in an employment relationship."
"Then take this as your year-end bonus." Wan Ding shrugged.
Qiao Huaize frowned slightly, "But today is the Spring Festival, you should go home."
"Why don't you go home?" Wan Ding asked subconsciously. It was only then that he realized what he asked, and he wanted to slap his mouth—how could he speak so thoughtlessly
"I don't have a home." Qiao Huaize said calmly, lowering his eyelashes.
Wan Ding scratched his head, almost collapsed.
Qiao Huaize looked at him first, and said calmly, "Don't pity me. My current state and my job are all what I want."
"Do you want to isolate yourself from the crowd like this for a lifetime?" Wan Ding asked puzzled.
"Why not?"
In his previous life, he lived alone in the clouds and wild cranes, away from worldly affairs.
Wan Ding stopped talking.
He felt that Qiao Huaize was already different from them in terms of realm.
But how can this work? After all, this is not a TV series, but the real world. Apart from good martial arts, Qiao Huaize is still an ordinary person, who will suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death. He has a heart of mountains and rivers, but his physical hardware has not kept up.
Wan Ding was particularly afraid that Qiao Huaize would tell him one day that he wanted to cultivate immortality and practice lightness kung fu, so he turned down from the 30th floor. Seeing Qiao Huaize like this now, he feels that it is quite possible.
Wan Ding was stunned to have dinner with Qiao Huaize. When the old man heard that he was with Qiao Huaize, he was very happy and asked him to behave well. Wan Ding could only smile wryly.
After dinner in the evening, Wan Ding went to wash the dishes again.
In his previous life, Qiao Huaize had a high status. Before he successfully crossed the tribulation, he was already the most powerful person in the entire sect, and even in the entire martial arts world. Apart from practicing martial arts, he doesn't need to worry about other trivial matters, and countless people below are rushing to take care of him.
In this life, Qiao Huaize has nothing to do with himself. He doesn't pay much attention to his living conditions. However, if Wan Ding insists on doing this or that, Qiao Huaize will not stop him. So, a person who was used to taking care of the martial arts boss was washing the dishes, and the boss who was used to being taken care of was pushed back to lie on the bed.
Wanding's elder brother has a three-year-old daughter, and Wanding occasionally helps him take care of the child. Now, Wan Ding is taking out the method of taking care of children to deal with Qiao Huaize. He asked Qiao Huaize to drink the medicine, then cleaned up outside, and it took half an hour to finish.
When he came back to see how Qiao Huaize was doing, he happened to see Qiao Huaize take out a bottle of wine from his bedside cabinet, and he seemed to be planning to drink it. Wan Ding had a headache, as if Qiao Huaize had changed from a child who had just resisted taking medicine to an old man in his family who liked to drink secretly in an instant.
"You can't drink the medicine you just took with wine, it could easily kill you!" Wan Ding said in a rambling voice, "You'd better not drink alcohol for the next seven days, ah."
Taking advantage of Qiao Huaize's unresponsiveness after drinking the medicine, Wan Ding quickly searched his bedroom and found several bottles of wine in different places.
Qiao Huaize loves drinking too much. Wan Ding has known him for years, and what he disapproves of the most is Qiao Huaize's alcohol addiction.
After hiding all the wine, Wan Ding came back and sat by Qiao Huaize's bed.
Qiao Huaize never got sick. He had a severe fever. Adding medicine made him feel sleepy. Qiao Huaize was lying on the bed, mentally exhausted. It's just that he is so good-looking that even if he is sick, he still looks beautiful, like a sick beauty.
His usually indifferent and distant eyes seemed to be warmed by a fever at this moment.
Qiao Huaize's slender gray eyes blinked slightly, staring at the ceiling in a little confusion. He seemed to be thinking and remembering something, his eyes reflecting the wet light. Wan Ding has never seen him like this, he is so fragile that he doesn't look like Mr. Joe.
"What's wrong?" Wan Ding asked cautiously.
"I want to drink." Qiao Huaize said, "It's uncomfortable."
"You can't drink if you feel bad, and you can only drink when you feel better." Wan Ding comforted him, "Did you think of something, you can talk to me."
Qiao Huaize did not speak.
In his previous life, he was a monk who successfully crossed the catastrophe. A person who can pass through the catastrophe must have no surprises or joys in his heart, and only when he is calm can he transcend ordinary people.
So in this life, although he returned to the human world, he still lived indifferently, and it was not easy to get a little emotional occasionally.
Qiao Huaize should not care about everything.
He crossed the calamity four times before he succeeded, and if he failed the last time, his body would not be able to withstand this torture and would disappear in smoke.
He failed so many times, just because his inner demon was the woman who danced the sword for him, the only person in the world who called him Ozawa, his mother.
Qiao Huaize's cultivation base and state of mind have already reached the standard of crossing the catastrophe, but every time he failed because he couldn't let go of Jiang Shining, until the third time he failed, Jiang Shining passed away. Qiao Huaize finally let go of the mortal affairs after suffering so much, and succeeded in crossing the tribulation.
However, during the long days of being alone afterwards, Qiao Huaize felt more and more strange as he thought about it more carefully. He had a premonition in his heart that Jiang Shining died for him, or she died of suicide, which was just disguised as an accident.
Even with such an idea, Qiao Huaize never dared to go back to his hometown, he was afraid of confirming his guess. If that is the case, Qiao Huaize will never be able to defeat the demon again. In order to divert his attention, he put all his energy on other areas, and in the end, he seemed to really let go.
Reincarnation, this world is not suitable for cultivating immortals, and Qiao Huaize's physique is just normal. He could finally miss Jiang Shining. It's just that the long guilt was on his shoulders, Qiao Huaize couldn't take the initiative to think of Jiang Shining, and when he thought of her, he would always touch his past guilt.
As a proud person, Qiao Huaize does not allow himself to lose his composure.
Only when people are drunk in the dead of night will Qiao Huaize think of some good things in the past.
Wan Ding was still by his side, Qiao Huaize sighed softly, his tone softened a bit.
"Come back, Wan Ding," he said, "don't keep your family waiting."
"It's okay, I live at home every day, and I have a lot of opportunities to be with my family." Wan Ding said, "I'll still be with you, for Chinese New Year."
Qiao Huaize opened his eyes, he looked at Wan Ding, those misty eyes seemed to be clear again. Wanning's heart was shocked, as if at that moment, Qiao Huaize's gaze penetrated into the deepest part of his eyes.
Wanning thought that his enthusiasm made Qiao Huaize uncomfortable, and Qiao Huaize would teach him a lesson. Unexpectedly, Qiao Huaize lowered his eyelashes again.
"You took my wine and went home to drink a few more glasses for me."
The author has something to say: Everyone remember that you can’t drink alcohol after taking cephalosporins. If it’s mild poisoning, if it’s serious, take it with your dog~ Although it’s common sense, I’ll just remind you after writing this, in case someone doesn’t know =3=
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Whether you want to be friends with Qiao Zaizai or take care of him, it's so hard (*/ω＼*)
In addition, the identity of the last cub has been determined, so I won’t tell you, but you will like it~!
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