The firecrackers were set off for a whole hour, and the street was quiet until almost one o'clock.
Chen Qianqing's bedroom was dimly lit. He was lying on the bed, looking out through the window with no curtains drawn.
In the dark street, there is only the faint light of street lamps.
Everything around was quiet, and everyone else in the house was asleep.
Chen Qianqing didn't feel sleepy. He was covered with a warm quilt, but he didn't feel comfortable.
Some memories, when you think you have forgotten, you find that you do not forget.
Chen Qianqing looked at Lu Zhengfei who was coming in the snow, but what she thought of was the things before his rebirth. At that time, he was locked up at home for three years. Although it was not imprisoned, he absolutely did not want to leave his parents' sight. He had fought, but the result was that he was beaten severely by his father, so he learned to forbear and compromise.
The son of Tianjiao is always a little arrogant in his bones, even if it is not shown on his face, he will always reveal a thing or two in the details of his life. Lu Zhengfei thought that three years would be enough to wipe out his love for Chen Qianqing. Young people like freshness, and those strong emotions may be just because they ask for it - almost everyone defines his love for Chen Qianqing in this way.
Unfortunately this is not the case.
When the thirty-year-old Lu Zhengfei saw Chen Qianqing again, almost instantly, he understood that he must be this person in his life.
After being separated for three years, they met again on a snowy night, which seemed to be as cold as it is now. Those memories that were already vague, but because of today's excitement, became extraordinarily clear.
Lying on the bed, he seemed to have returned to that cold night. He saw Chen Qianqing wearing a gray coat, holding an umbrella, and walking towards him slowly. Chen Qianqing's face was slightly flushed, and her beautiful lips evoked pleasure. The curvature of the radian looks beautiful like a painting-then, Chen Qianqing saw him standing in the snow, and that warm smile instantly became a bubble.
The sudden sound of a text message interrupted Chen Qianqing's thoughts. He picked up his mobile phone and looked at it, only to find that it was a text message from Lu Zhengfei. Lu Zhengfei wrote: Baby, go to bed early, good night.
Chen Qianqing didn't reply, just turned off the phone and lights, and shrunk into the bed. He was sleepy, but couldn't sleep, so he could only stare out the window at the snow that was falling and the lights were getting dim.
I don't know how long it took, Chen Qianqing squinted for a while, and couldn't fall asleep. He picked up his phone and checked the time, and found that it was only after six o'clock.
In winter, it is very late at night, after six o'clock and night is almost the same.
Chen Qianqing hesitated for a moment, but got up and put on his clothes, carefully pushed open the bedroom door and walked out.
Liu Huamei also got up. She had to prepare breakfast, so she usually got up early. When she saw Chen Qianqing coming out of the bedroom, she was stunned: "Qianqing, why don't you sleep for a while?"
Chen Qianqing said, "There's something wrong."
Liu Huamei said, "Are you going out? What's the matter with going out so early..."
Chen Qianqing said: "My classmate asked me to go out for something, and I came back for lunch at noon."
On the first day of the new year this year, it is reasonable to say that the family should be together. Chen Qianqing's family does not pay attention to any rules, so when Liu Huamei heard Chen Qianqing say this, she just paused for a moment and told him to pay attention to safety.
Chen Qianqing casually ate some dumplings cooked by Liu Huamei, and went out with an umbrella.
The snow is bigger than yesterday. This is a rare sight in City C that can be seen in decades, but Chen Qianqing is no longer the Chen Qianqing who has never seen snow, so he is not excited when he sees the heavy snow. .
Stepping into the soft snow, Chen Qianqing walked to the hotel step by step.
Lu Zhengfei lived on the 23rd floor, and when Chen Qianqing got out of the elevator, he knocked on the door of Lu Zhengfei's place.
As a result, after knocking several times, there was no response from the room. Chen Qianqing wondered if Lu Zhengfei was asleep, and took out his mobile phone to call Lu Zhengfei.
The first call showed no answer, and the second phone rang seven or eight times before Lu Zhengfei answered.
"Hello." - As soon as Lu Zhengfei opened his mouth, Chen Qianqing knew what was going on, because Lu Zhengfei's voice from the phone was particularly hoarse, and as soon as he heard it, he knew that the owner of the voice was not in a good condition.
Chen Qianqing said: "Open the door, I'm here."
Lu Zhengfei's side was quiet for a while, before Chen Qianqing heard the sound of turning over from the bed on the phone, followed by Lu Zhengfei's staggering footsteps.
Lu Zhengfei came to open the door with great difficulty. When he was woken up by Chen Qianqing's phone call today, he had a headache as if he was about to split.
The door opened, Chen Qianqing walked in, and unsurprisingly saw Lu Zhengfei with an abnormal blush on his face.
Chen Qianqing said, "Why is your face so red?"
Lu Zhengfei opened the door and felt that he couldn't get back to the bed, but he wanted to show weakness in front of Chen Qianqing, so he leaned against the wall and shook his head slowly: "I'm fine."
Without saying a word, Chen Qianqing pulled Lu Zhengfei's wrist and brought him back to the bed.
Lu Zhengfei was naked on the upper body and wearing black underwear on the lower body. A cup of Chen Qianqing was pulled back to the bed and it fell softly like a noodle, and he said, "I'm fine..."
Chen Qianqing frowned, but still reached out to probe the temperature on Lu Zhengfei's forehead - it was hot.
Lu Zhengfei fell on the bed motionless, with his eyes half-open, his voice was small and weak: "Qianqing, come and see me."
Chen Qianqing is now seriously considering one thing. If he just watched Lu Zhengfei become a fool like this, wouldn't it be better than saving him
It is said that children who can cry have milk to eat, so Lu Zhengfei and Chen Qianqing are both the kind of people who refuse to cry in death. Chen Qianqing will never tell Lu Zhengfei when he is wronged, and if Lu Zhengfei is uncomfortable, he will not tell Chen Qianqing. Everyone wants to maintain the last dignity, but they never imagined how expensive the price to pay for maintaining this humble dignity.
Chen Qianqing touched Lu Zhengfei's forehead again. Ten minutes later, he said slowly, "Put your clothes on, and I'll take you to the hospital."
Lu Zhengfei snorted twice, but still didn't speak.
Chen Qianqing frowned, but got up and took Lu Zhengfei's clothes, ready to put them on.
Lu Zhengfei was already burning a bit confused. His skin was not as white as Chen Qianqing's, it was similar to wheat color. Usually, his blush was almost invisible, but now Chen Qianqing could clearly see that his entire face was completely red, to be precise. Black red black red.
Chen Qianqing put the shirt and coat on Lu Zhengfei. He was not very skilled in dressing, and Lu Zhengfei looked crumpled.
But it can't handle that much anymore.
Chen Qianqing supported Lu Zhengfei, who was already weak, and went downstairs with difficulty, took a taxi even more difficultly, and went straight to the hospital.
Lu Zhengfei said yesterday that the ten o'clock flight probably won't catch up.
Chen Qianqing looked at her watch, it was 7:10, and it was estimated that it would be 7:30 when she arrived at the hospital.
After Lu Zhengfei got into the car, he fell on Chen Qianqing's lap, his eyes were blurred, and he seemed to be about to lose consciousness.
The driver in his fifties saw this and asked, "What's wrong? Did you drink?"
Chen Qianqing casually made an excuse: "No, I have a fever playing in the snow."
The driver said: "Just wear so many clothes, how can you not have a fever, hey, you young people, you are so tossed when you are young, and you will regret it when you are old."
Chen Qianqing looked at Lu Zhengfei's thin sweater and shirt, but didn't answer.
The driver was chatting with Chen Qianqing while driving, and Chen Qianqing also responded in a different way.
When he was about to arrive at the hospital, Chen Qianqing took off his jacket and put a set on Lu Zhengfei's body. After paying the money, he helped Lu Zhengfei out.
To be honest, because there is a special doctor at home, unless he is seriously ill, he will rarely come to the hospital. Even if he does, someone will help him complete the procedures, so Chen Qianqing can be said to be very unfamiliar with such things as registration.
So after some consultation, it would be twenty minutes before Lu Zhengfei lay down on the bed and started the infusion.
The doctor did an examination and said, "It's 39 degrees and 8 degrees. It's almost 40 degrees. Fortunately, it was delivered in time. If it burns for a while, maybe the pneumonia will burn out."
Chen Qianqing just went to the second floor to pay the fee, then took the stairs and walked back to the sixth floor, still breathing a little, he said, "Is it just a fever?"
The doctor said: "It seems that it is just a fever. If you are worried, you can do a comprehensive examination."
Chen Qianqing said, "Thank you."
Lu Zhengfei, who was lying on the bed, was dripping with his right hand, his eyes were tightly closed, and he looked like he had already fallen asleep.
Chen Qianqing took back his coat, put it on, sat beside Lu Zhengfei's bed, and looked at the sleeping man on the bed - he was still soft-hearted to himself, if it was the real Chen Qianqing, he would probably choose to watch Lu Zhengfei burn into a fool.
Chen Qianqing reached out and wiped his face, and wanted to smoke a little, but in the end he didn't take the cigarette out of his pocket, he said, "Lu Zhengfei, it's your own fault, you can't live..."
Lu Zhengfei naturally wouldn't answer. Chen Qianqing sat for a while and suddenly felt a little thirsty. He got up and was about to go out to buy some water when he heard Lu Zhengfei's cell phone ring.
Chen Qianqing turned around, took out Lu Zhengfei's cell phone, glanced at the caller, and pressed the call button.
There was a familiar voice on the other end of the phone: "Lu Zhengfei, where have you gone? If you don't come back, be careful that your dad peels off your skin!"
Chen Qianqing glanced at Lu Zhengfei, who was still asleep on the bed, and said lightly, "Ruan Wenhong, your cousin is sleeping."
The other end of the phone was silent for about a minute. After a minute, Ruan Wenhong found his voice, and he almost growled: "Chen Qianqing, Lu Zhengfei is with you?!"
Chen Qianqing unhurriedly hummed.
There was a heavy gasp on the other end of the phone. Based on Chen Qianqing's understanding of his cousin, he thought that he was going to get angry.
Sure enough, after a while, Ruan Wenhong said coldly, "Give Lu Zhengfei the phone."
When Chen Qianqing heard the words, she smiled and said softly like a white lotus flower who didn't understand anything: "It's not because he was tired yesterday, and he's still sleeping today."
Ruan Wenhong: "..." He almost scolded him.