For a long time in the future, Xie Meng would always dream of the back of Ji Qinyang riding away that day. He stood under the increasingly dim street lights and turned his head to look. The boy was riding very slowly, and his back was dark for a while. After going down for a while, it lights up again, and without looking back, it seems that he is reluctant to leave.
When Xie Meng woke up the next day, he found that he had slept a bit. He groaned angrily, and when he sat up slowly, something suddenly fell out of the creaking nest.
Xie Meng held the thermometer in his hand inexplicably.
"Awake?" Zhang Xiujuan pushed open the door and came in. She put on reading glasses and stretched out her hand, "Bring it here."
"..." Xie Meng obediently handed it over.
The old lady's glasses were placed on the bridge of her nose, farther away, and she looked closely at the light for a long time: "It's almost 39 degrees." She shook her wrist: "Would you like to go to the hospital?"
Xie Meng felt a little dizzy at this time. He ripped his hair and coughed: "No need, just take some medicine."
Zhang Xiujuan didn't nag, she just said, "I asked for a 3-hour leave for you. Let's have some porridge first."
After dressing and washing, Xie Meng felt more comfortable after drinking porridge. He took two cold medicines, and when he was about to go out, he found that it was raining outside.
The moment the courtyard door was opened, the rain covered the wind and almost blew on Xie Meng's face. The boy shuddered before he remembered and turned around to get the umbrella.
"One autumn rain and one cold." Zhang Xiujuan changed her shoes and followed behind him: "I'll take you to the station."
The old lady had to use an umbrella, but Xie Meng couldn't beat her, so she could only cover her back as much as possible. When she got to the station, the back of her clothes was still wet.
Zhang Xiujuan sighed while wiping the water for him: "Good mother is really old... You are much taller than good mother."
Xie Meng held her hand and coughed with one mouth.
"Go back quickly." Xie Meng said in a hoarse voice: "It's cold outside, it's raining and the road is slippery, don't fall."
Zhang Xiujuan laughed: "I should tell you this." She glanced outside the platform and pushed her little grandson lightly: "The car is coming, hurry up."
After Xie Meng got in the car, he stood against the window, and Zhang Xiujuan waved to him from below, until the car drove far away, the old lady could still be seen slightly hunched.
When Xie Meng arrived in the class, the second class had just ended, and he didn't react for a long time when he met Zhuo Xiaoyuan at the door of the third get out of class.
"You burned a bit badly." Zhuo Xiaoyuan frowned, "Didn't you ask for leave?"
Xie Meng's mind was a little dull: "...Why are you here?"
Zhuo Xiaoyuan: "I've been divided into classes. The third and sixth classes have been divided into arts and sciences. Fortunately, you don't need to move, and you haven't changed your seat."
"..." Xie Meng's expression was stunned, and after a while he remembered to ask, "Where's Ji Qinyang?"
"I went to Class 6. He is a liberal arts major. Qi Fei and Zhang Ganggang also went. You didn't come to the first two classes. Otherwise, I think it's going to be a different drama to send you thousands of miles away." Zhuo Xiaoyuan helped Xie Meng took the schoolbag: "You have to wait until the afternoon if you want to go to condolences. They have three classes in the morning connected to Moguwen. Once you go, Zhang Ganggang's historical records will definitely be written as a teacher's table."
Xie Meng followed Zhuo Xiaoyuan back to his seat in a confused way, with a paste named Ji Qinyang in his mind.
Zhuo Xiaoyuan looked at him worriedly: "Are you really okay? Would you like to take a day off?"
Xie Meng waved his hand. His throat hurt and he could barely speak. Half of the surrounding area were replaced by students from Class 6. Most of them were boys, and they were all unfamiliar faces.
Zhuo Xiaoyuan sat beside him: "Is there really no problem?"
"It's okay." Xie Meng coughed. He saw Maitreya Buddha came in with a pile of papers, and the bell for the third class had already rang.
Ji Qinyang finished the ancient text half an hour earlier. He sent a text message to Xie Meng under the desk, but the other party did not reply after waiting for a long time.
The teachers in the liberal arts class were very indulgent towards him, mainly because the papers were marked with good grades, so as long as it didn't affect others, Ji Qinyang could do whatever he wanted in class.
After finally making it to the end of the get out of class, Ji Qinyang went directly to the door of the third class, only to find that the class door was closed, he glanced from the window, and his face was a little ugly.
Zhang Ganggang, who came after him, also slumped on the windowsill: "Quiz? There are no exams that can't be completed in two classes... Is Xie Meng here?"
Ji Qinyang frowned. He didn't answer Zhang Bangbang, but stared at Xie Meng who was answering the question. The boy clenched his fist to his mouth and seemed to be coughing.
"I'll go to the Academic Affairs Office." Ji Qinyang said suddenly: "You are here watching Xie Meng and call me on the phone if you have something."
Zhang Ganggang was startled: "What are you going to do... Hey, don't go!"
Xie Meng covered his mouth and tried his best to suppress the sound of coughing. Because of the high fever, the scroll surface was blurred in front of him, and his mind was dizzy and he didn't know what he had written.
Zhuo Xiaoyuan nudged him when he was doing the geometry problem, Xie Meng raised his head unresponsively, and saw Ji Qinyang standing in front of his desk with a face expressionless on his back.
"..." Xie Meng: "?"
Ji Qinyang stretched out his hand and tried his forehead, and ordered in a strong tone, "Get up."
Xie Meng said "Ah?" in a slow manner.
Ji Qinyang took out the pen and paper in the boy's hand, opened the desk to help him organize his schoolbag, and when he looked back, he saw Xie Meng wearing his coat obediently.
"Why only wear so much?" Ji Qinyang scolded, he took off his coat and put it on Xie Meng, pulled it hard, and fastened the buttons.
Xie Meng sniffed, and his voice buzzed: "Thank you..."
Ji Qinyang touched his hair and laughed.
Maitreya Buddha stood at the door, holding two leave slips in his hands and shaking them: "I'm so sorry, I need the teacher to give you my own leave slips."
"Then you can give Zhang Ganggang." Ji Qinyang held two schoolbags in one hand and hooked Xie Meng's shoulder with the other. He said hello to Zhang Ganggang: "Let's go first."
Zhang Ganggang hurriedly nodded: "Okay, okay, be careful on the road, we'll come after school!"
"What are you here?" Ji Qinyang said rudely: "There is no need for so many people in a place like a hospital, I just need to accompany me."
"..." Zhang Bangbang was very injured, and he stared at Xie Meng eagerly.
Xie Meng coughed and waved his hand reluctantly: "I really don't need to... I'm fine."
"Go back to class." Ji Qinyang said impatiently: "It's not parting from life or death, why are you feeling so uncomfortable?"
Zhang Ganggang: "… "
There were a lot of people in the hospital, Ji Qinyang gave Xie Mumbai a mask, and the boy put on only two black and wet eyes.
Ji Qinyang couldn't help but look back at him when he was registering, and finally couldn't help hugging Xie Meng while no one was paying attention, and kissed each other on the lips through the mask.
Xie Meng: "..."
Ji Qinyang smiled: "You look like a puppy."
Xie Meng glanced at him and said in a muffled voice, "...You are the puppy."
Ji Qinyang laughed out loud, he rubbed his nose with Xie Meng for a while, and hugged the person in his arms.
After registering for a doctor's appointment, Xie Meng finished the blood test and waited for Ji Qinyang to run up and down to get him medicine. The doctor read the test sheet and suggested to hang water. The two found an empty seat and waited for the nurse to come over. Ji Qinyang went to borrow a blanket again. Put him under him.
"Do you want something to eat?" Ji Qinyang stared at the little nurse who had the needle, and he smiled at the other side, and the little girl's face turned red.
Xie Meng was covered with Ji Qinyang's coat, and looked at the clock hanging on the wall with a gloomy expression: "It's past 12 o'clock... Are you hungry?"
Ji Qinyang helped him lift his coat up: "I'll go buy some porridge, you go to sleep first."
When Xie Meng was about to fall asleep, he felt that someone had put something warm under his hand. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ji Qinyang rolling his sleeves and scalding the tableware with boiling water.
"Wake up?" Ji Qinyang looked at him, the boy reached out and tried the other's forehead: "Why is it still so hot?"
Xie Meng turned his head to the side, and a small electric hot water bottle with the pattern of SpongeBob SquarePants was stuffed in his hand.
"Are you warmer?" Ji Qinyang poured the white porridge into the bowl, stirred it, and scooped a spoonful to Xie Meng's mouth.
"Have you eaten...?" Xie Meng asked him inarticulately with the porridge in his mouth.
Ji Qinyang: "Hurry up and finish your meal, I'll eat the rest of you."
Xie Meng quickly took a few more bites, shook his head and said, "No, you can eat it."
Ji Qinyang confirmed that he really couldn't eat it, so he took the bowl and ate the rest, poured water for Xie Meng, watched him take the medicine, and then cleaned up the dishes and went to the sink to wash.
"Sleep a little longer." Ji Qinyang wiped the water beads on his hands after he came back. He subconsciously wanted to test Xie Meng's body temperature. He remembered that he had just washed his hands and put them back.
Xie Mengla stopped him: "Don't run around, rest."
Ji Qinyang said ok, without pulling his hand back, he just sat on the seat next to him.
The drip didn't come off very quickly. Ji Qinyang looked up and carefully rubbed the back of Xie Meng's needle-pierced hand with his palm.
"It's so warm." Xie Meng said suddenly with his eyes closed.
Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows: "You mean salt water?"
"Well, it's so warm to be covered by you." Xie Meng smiled at him: "Veins, blood vessels, muscles." The boy pointed to his heart, "And here, it's very warm."
Ji Qinyang couldn't help laughing: "You are so numb."
Xie Meng said helplessly: "I'm also a man, so what if I can't talk sweetly."
Ji Qinyang joked: "If you really want to be so moved, why don't you accompany me to take the Beijing exam?"
Xie Meng didn't speak, Ji Qinyang held his hand that didn't hang water: "Well, let's wrestle our arms. If I lose, I'll let you go to Shanghai, and if I win, go to Beijing together, how about it?"
Xie Meng frowned: "...Are you bullying the patient?"
Ji Qinyang said: "No way, you are so powerful, how can I still win if I don't take advantage of it now?"
Xie Meng pursed his lips, and he glanced at Ji Qinyang, who rarely had a smile on his face, raised his hand with a serious expression.
"I count 123." Ji Qinyang looked at him seriously: "Don't let water."
At the beginning, the two were as close as they were the first time. Xie Meng stared at each other's wrists intently, trying hard not to be pressed down. As they were at a stalemate, Ji Qinyang suddenly said: "You won't go to Beijing, Is it because I can't let go of my good mother?"
Xie Meng raised his head in surprise, he only felt his wrist loosen, and the back of Ji Qinyang's hand was already attached to the arm of the chair.
"..." Xie Meng: "You..."
Ji Qinyang tutted angrily: "I knew I wouldn't speak, and I really can't concentrate if I don't."
Xie Meng couldn't make any expression for a while.
Ji Qinyang propped his head up, he looked at Xie Meng's eyes and smiled: "It seems that I can only go to the exam."
Xie Meng: "..."
Ji Qinyang took out the earphone from his bag and buckled it on Xie Meng's head.
"Sleep." He kissed each other's forehead: "I'll accompany you."
When the nurse came to pull the needle, it was already dark outside. Xie Meng called Zhang Xiujuan and asked Maitreya Buddha to leave tomorrow afternoon.
Ji Qinyang's coat was still on Xie Meng, and the boy stood with his hands in his pockets and looked down at him.
"I'll accompany you tomorrow afternoon." Ji Qinyang touched Xie Meng's face: "Why do you feel thin again?"
Xie Meng grabbed his hand and smiled: "It's so exaggerated... I'm much more comfortable."
Ji Qinyang opened his arms and hugged him.
Xie Meng put his chin on the other side's neck. Because he was wearing too much, he couldn't lift his hands up: "...What about the recommendation letter from the tenor?"
"It's just a letter of recommendation. I won't give an answer until the third year of high school. I have to take the music theory test in the summer vacation of the second year of high school." Ji Qinyang whispered in Xie Meng's ear: "I voted for Shangyin, too. An opportunity is always good."
Xie Meng didn't speak. Ji Qinyang held him and stood on the side of the road waiting for the bus. Many people came and went to look at them. The boy didn't care, he hugged him and hummed.
Xie Meng was buried in Ji Qinyang's arms. He suddenly said something, and he smiled. Ji Qinyang put his chin on his head and coaxed him: "How can I listen to you so lightly? be clear."
Xie Meng: "... If you can't hear clearly, forget it."
"You're so stingy." Ji Qinyang smiled and pretended to complain. He held Xie Meng's face, their foreheads were touching, and their eyes were full of each other's small shadows.