"I have a cold, I have a cold, I have a cold..." Qiu Yan picked up a piece of ginger in a small basket in the kitchen, hummed, washed the ginger, put it on the cutting board, picked up a kitchen knife and patted it a few times, " Cold, cold, cold…”
"I have a cold, why are you so happy." Qiu Yi went into the kitchen, took some water from a small pot, threw a piece of brown sugar into it, and put it on the stove to cook.
When he wanted to take the kitchen knife in Qiu Yan's hand, Qiu Yan said anxiously: "I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it."
"All right, all right, come here," Qiu Yi stood aside, "It's time to go to bed after you're done."
"Why didn't Da Huzi come to play today?" Qiu Yan threw the crushed ginger into the pot, took a spoon and stirred it back and forth.
"He..." Qiu Yi subconsciously touched the mobile phone in his pocket, and made a call from Bian Nan at noon. After hearing his voice, he immediately shut down the phone, and he hasn't turned it on again until now. "He started an internship. I have to go to work, didn't I say yesterday."
"Oh," Qiu Yan lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "I forgot."
Qiu Yi touched his head, but didn't speak.
"Then do you still have to make up lessons tomorrow?" Qiu Yan looked back at him.
"Go," Qiu Yi rubbed his nose, "it's already agreed, it's hard to change the time."
"What if you infect the students?" Qiu Yan frowned.
"It's so easy to contagious," Qiu Yi smiled, "I just need to stay away from others. You haven't had a cold for so many days."
"Oh." Qiu Yan seemed a little depressed, he kept stirring the pot with his head down, holding a spoon, and stopped talking.
Qiu Yi knew that he was a little disappointed, if he asked for leave on weekends and didn't go to make up classes, he could stay at home with him.
However, classes must be made up if they can be made up, and the restaurant work must be done if he can. Qiu Yi has almost never delayed his part-time job because of illness, especially when the Chinese New Year is coming soon, he promised his uncle to pay back part of the money.
After repaying the money, there is basically no savings, at least living expenses have to be tossed out, and there are miscellaneous expenses, money for the Chinese New Year, tuition for Qiu Yan, father's medical expenses...
Qiu Yi turned his head and sneezed, and patted Qiu Yan's shoulder: "Okay, the water is boiling, you go to sleep in Dad's room, I will fall asleep after drinking it."
"En." Qiu Yan put down the spoon and went back to sleep.
In fact, Qiu Yi seldom gets sick. He has always been in good health. It is rare for him to catch a cold once a year. This time he caught a cold after blowing the cold wind in the courtyard for half an hour, which surprised him a bit.
And people who seldom get sick are really a bit menacing once they get sick. Now he feels that his dizzy thinking is incoherent like breathing.
The medicine has already been taken, but it has no effect. After drinking the ginger syrup, he feels his head is heavy and his body is a little chilly.
When he returned to the house, Qiu Yan had already gone to sleep in his father's room, and the lights were turned off. He quietly found the thermometer from the drawer and went into the back room.
After sitting on the chair with the thermometer in his hands for 20 minutes, he took out the thermometer, looked at it, frowned, and clicked his tongue. He actually had a fever, 38 degrees 3.
He sighed softly, turned out the small quilt from the cabinet, took off his clothes and lay down on the bed, covering his body with both quilts.
I slept a little uncomfortable that night, my body was always cold, and I still felt cold even though I was wrapped in a quilt.
After closing his eyes, he suddenly missed Bian Nan who was always warm on his body.
After tossing and tossing and tossing until midnight, he barely fell asleep, but he started to have a headache again.
"It's going to kill me." Qiu Yi couldn't bear it for a long time. He took off the quilt and put on his clothes and ran to the living room. After searching for a long time, there was no antipyretics, so he took two painkillers and took them.
After returning to bed and lying down, my body started to feel cold again.
Until dawn, he didn't know whether he fell asleep that night or not.
The make-up class in the morning is from 10:00 am to 11:30 am. When Qiu Yi got up, Qiu Yan had already gone to the entrance of the alley to buy breakfast.
"Is it cold today?" Qiu Yi felt as if his head had been split open and then nailed on again, and he couldn't tell whether it was pain, swelling or dizziness.
"It's cold," Qiu Yan went to the window and looked out, "Dad said it's going to snow today."
"Then don't go out and wander around, be careful to catch a cold again." Qiu Yi said.
"Yeah." Qiu Yan nodded.
Qiu Yi entered his father's room, his father was already dressed, he went over and took a blanket and covered his lap: "Are you still coughing?"
"I haven't coughed much, the medicine prescribed last time is quite effective," Dad looked at him, "Do you have to go to the hospital today? Why is your face so ugly?"
"It's just a stuffy nose, I didn't sleep well yesterday," Qiu Yi pushed his father from the house to the table in the living room, "There's no need to go to the hospital, it's just a cold."
"You don't just have a cold, do you?" Dad stared at his face, "Are you afraid of spending money?"
"Don't worry about it, I know it myself," Qiu Yi sat across from his father, took a bite of a pancake, his mouth was tasteless, he took a sip of soy milk to wrap the pancake, " You can just worry about yourself, but don’t cough anymore.”
Dad looked at him for a while, then sighed: "What number do you have, you are just a child."
"There are different types of children," Qiu Yi smiled, "I am the special kind."
In order not to let his father say anything, Qiu Yi quickly finished his breakfast, put on a mask and left the door early.
The sky was a little cloudy, and the wind was blowing very fast. Qiu Yi zipped his jacket all the way and buttoned his hat tightly. When he ran into the subway station, he still felt his face was sore by the wind.
The effect of the painkiller tablet last night was probably over, and now I was hit by the cold wind, and then plunged into the stuffy and crowded subway car, and the headache slowly spread from the temple to the back of the head.
When he arrived at the student's home, Qiu Yi only felt his head hurt like being hit with a stick.
It is not very pleasant to wear a mask to teach others when you have a headache, and you are already a little out of breath.
The student's mother gave him an ibuprofen, and the pain seemed to be less severe after taking it, but his head was still as stuffy as if he had been stuck in a pickle jar.
I didn't have much appetite at noon, and when I went home to cook, even my sense of taste seemed to be cleared, and the dishes and soup were all salty.
"How can you do this!" Dad threw his chopsticks on the table after eating, a little annoyed, "Go see a doctor for me!"
Qiu Yi felt that his reaction was slow, and it took a long time for his father to throw the chopsticks before he came back to his senses: "Yes."
It seems that I have to go to the hospital. After finishing my lessons like this, I may die in a hotel in the evening.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally made a phone call to the students who had to make up lessons in the afternoon, and changed the time to tomorrow afternoon.
"Can't you make it up one less time?" Dad looked at him helplessly.
"The house is quite close to this one tomorrow afternoon, so we can make it in time," Qiu Yi glanced at his father, "I'm going to the hospital in the afternoon, I guess tomorrow I'll get some medicine..."
"Why on earth are you doing this!" Dad raised his voice and slapped the table.
Qiu Yi saw that his father was silent and cleaned up all the dishes on the table. When Qiu Yan was holding the bowl to wash, he said: "No reason, I am afraid that the people I care about will not live well. it is good."
Before Dad could speak, he turned and went into the back room and closed the door.
He didn't sleep well yesterday, and he spent the whole morning making up lessons in a daze. After Qiu Yi entered the room and lay down on the bed, he felt sore and weak all over his body, and the back of his forehead was throbbing with pain.
He wanted to go out to find a piece of tranquility, but he was afraid that his father would be worried if he saw it, so he wrapped the quilt and closed his eyes, planning to try to sleep.
After tossing and turning on the bed for more than half an hour, he still didn't fall asleep, the cold didn't get worse, but there was no sign of improvement, the headache didn't ease, and he had difficulty breathing. This feeling was simply too ecstasy.
After suffering for an unknown amount of time, Qiu Yan called out in the living room, "Brother Xiaotao!"
Qiu Yi froze for a moment, and when he tried to sit up with his arms propped up, the door was pushed open, and Shen Tao walked in.
"Why are you here?" Qiu Yi fell back on the pillow and frowned.
"Your father called me." Shen Tao walked to the bed, touched his forehead, turned around and threw the clothes he put aside on the bed, "Put on your clothes and go to the hospital."
"Why did my dad call you?" Qiu Yi sat up, took the clothes and put them on, "I already said that I will go to the hospital in the afternoon."
"He called Bian Nan and said that the phone was turned off, and then he called me again." Shen Tao bent down to look at his face, "Are you and Bian Nan... all right?"
Qiu Yi put on his clothes and got out of bed, his head was a little dizzy, he closed his eyes and leaned against the table before he spoke slowly: "It's okay."
Shen Tao looked at him and seemed to want to say something more, but in the end he only said: "Forget it, go to the hospital first, you have a bad fever."
"Don't tell my dad that I have a fever." Qiu Yi said.
"Ok."
Shen Tao called a taxi and accompanied Qiu Yi to the hospital.
Severe cold, fever, inflammation, no suspense, the doctor ordered to go to the bottle.
Qiu Yi was sitting in the injection room. Shen Tao finished paying for the medicine and sat beside him, waiting for the nurse to prick the needle, then handed the list in front of Qiu Yi's eyes, and flicked it with his fingers: "More than one hundred, almost two hundred, and there will be more later. The more you are afraid of spending money, the more you will spend more. Can you not understand such a simple truth?"
"Where are so many nonsense coming from?" Qiu Yi stared at the medicine that was dripping drop by drop. To be honest, he was really depressed. This disease was a waste of make-up classes on weekends.
"Why did Bian Nan turn off the phone? Did you two quarrel?" Shen Tao asked.
Qiu Yi didn't speak, still staring at the potion.
"Did you say something to him?" Shen Tao also stared at the potion.
"Why must be what I said." Qiu Yi said.
Shen Tao turned his head and glanced at him: "That man Bian Nan has a very simple mind. If he had to say anything to make you two like this, it can only be you."
"Really," Qiu Yi smiled, then sighed again, "It really is."
"What did you say?" Shen Tao continued to ask.
"Don't torment me when I'm sick and uncomfortable?" Qiu Yi looked at him.
Shen Tao didn't speak any more, and it took a long time before he said in a low voice: "Although I can only accept this matter because of you, I still want to be long-winded. There is no need to say something now."
"What do you mean?" Qiu Yi didn't quite understand. He had never been in a relationship before, and it was the first time he really liked someone. Shen Tao had much more experience than him in this regard.
"It's just... about you and Bian Nan," Shen Tao thought for a while, "I'm putting it a little harshly, you don't know how long Bian Nan can last, and he probably didn't think about it later, what kind of scenery are you? , maybe you two... you can't take the step where you need to think too much."
"Is there anyone like you?" Qiu Yi clicked his tongue.
"I still say the same thing, Bian Nan used to have girlfriends." Shen Tao leaned back in the chair, "This is really out of the question."
"But now he really wants to be with me." Qiu Yi squeezed the infusion tube.
"I don't deny this. If it weren't for this, you wouldn't have said something that made him angry." Shen Tao stretched his legs, "I really didn't expect you to be so impulsive all of a sudden."
"I didn't expect that either." Qiu Yi said.
"Then have you ever thought about how your family will pass this level, your... own level..." Shen Tao paused, "Is this what you told him?"
Qiu Yi didn't say anything more, and after a long silence, he took out his cell phone from his pocket.
Shen Tao looked at him, he held his mobile phone for a while, then turned his head to look at Shen Tao, Shen Tao immediately stood up: "I'm going to the toilet."
Qiu Yi thought for a long time with his mobile phone, and finally clicked on Da Huzi's name in the phone book, and sent a text message.
Ben Nan, give me some time.
Bian Nan never thought about work, and of course he didn't think about internships.
It's not the beginning of an internship, but he just came here to help and get acquainted with him, but after two days on a weekend, he still feels quite tired.
The job content is not complicated, it is to assist Gu Wei to give lessons to the students. The amount of exercise is incomparable with the training, but each student is different. Se... Gu Wei will give him a general introduction to the situation of the students, but the actual operation is still very troublesome.
He had to make different coordination according to the different exercises of different students. After two days, the more he worked, the more difficult he felt.
In addition, he has to deal with different coaches and assistants, and sometimes he has to run errands for Gu Wei. He has memorized the faces and names of these people for a long time, and he still hasn't memorized them all.
However, he was still in a lot of confusion these two days, he hadn't turned on his mobile phone, didn't want to, and didn't dare to.
He was afraid that the phone would still be quiet after turning it on, or that Qiu Yi's name was still missing in the pile of text messages and missed calls, and he was even more afraid of receiving a message from Qiu Yi when he opened the opportunity, and seeing something that made him uneasy.
In the past two days, he will always think of Qiu Yi habitually, and when he encounters something, he will want to touch his mobile phone to make a call, let him listen to Qiu Yi's opinion, ask Qiu Yi to give him an idea, even if he just hears Qiu Yi His voice can also be quite solid.
But now, instead of being able to do this, it was because Qiu Yi was distracted and called a particularly bad-tempered coach by the wrong name three times in a row. Now that person didn't even glance at him when he saw him.
"Damn it." Bian Nan lay on the bed in the dormitory, holding his mobile phone and cursed in a low voice.
Today he was not even in the mood to eat dinner, Wan Fei brought him chicken legs and put them in an insulated box, and he would have eaten them all in normal times, but now he didn't even have the desire to take a look.
Wan Fei was probably desperate for his desperate state of ignoring others. After buying food and putting it down, he went to the Internet cafe with a few people in the dormitory to hang out.
Bian Nan stayed alone in the quiet dormitory, lying on the bed and tossing and turning in any sleeping position made him feel uncomfortable.
Compared to Qiu Yi who thought so much, he might have thought a little too little.
Even now, he and Qiu Yi have been caught in this inexplicable cold war, and he doesn't know what to think, and he can't figure out why.
Apart from being calm, the most uncomfortable thing about Qiu Yi's words is that there is nothing wrong with them.
this is the truth.
Although Bian Nan felt that his life might not be realistic, he still couldn't deny it.
So fucking annoying.
Bian Nan turned over, still looking at the phone.
Qiu Yi didn't want to let his family know, he didn't even think about forcing Qiu Yi to do something, it would be his own...
Dare to tell Dad
I like men, that is Qiu Yi who you helped find a lawyer and stayed in the detention center for two months.
"Ah—" Bian Nan buried his face in the pillow and cried out.
Covered on the pillow in a daze for a few minutes, Bian Nan turned his head to look at the phone, and pressed the power button.
After the phone rang a series of earthquakes, Bian Nan saw Qiu Dabao's name in a bunch of missed calls and text messages.
There was only one text message, but it made his fingers tremble a little, he hesitated before clicking on it.
Ben Nan, give me some time.
When he saw this sentence, Bian Nan could almost imagine the expression on Qiu Yi's face, with the calmness and... helplessness that made him feel at ease.
He read the text message back and forth several times, and finally sat up suddenly from the bed and dialed Qiu Yi's number.
The phone rang for a long time before someone picked up the phone.
Bian Nan was full of indescribable excitement, anticipation and apprehension. Just as he was about to speak, Qiu Yan's resounding voice came from over there: "Big Tiger!"
"Hey," Bian Nan was taken aback, feeling a little embarrassed for no reason, "Er Bao? Why did you answer the phone?"
"My brother fell asleep, so I answered the phone for him," Qiu Yan said happily, "Did you just get off work, Da Huzi?"
"Me? I got off work early, and I'm lying on the bed," Bian Nan smiled, "Your brother went to bed so early?"
"Well, I fell asleep after taking the medicine after the injection." Qiu Yan seemed to run into the room to take a look and then ran out, "He is still sleeping now, and he didn't wake up even after I pushed him."
"That's a deep sleep... Wait," Bian Nan stood up from the bed, "An injection or medicine? What's wrong with your brother?"
"I have a cold and a fever," Qiu Yan was taken aback, "You don't know? My brother has been ill for two days."
"...I don't know," Bian Nan suddenly remembered Qiu Yi's hoarse voice before turning off the phone, and became anxious, "Have a fever? How could it be so severe?"
"I don't know either," Qiu Yan said in a depressed voice, "Brother Xiaotao accompanied him to see a doctor."
"I...go over now," Bian Nan put on his shoes, grabbed them and ran out of the dormitory, "You open the door for me later, I'll take a taxi and go there soon."
"But brother fell asleep, should I wake him up?" Qiu Yan asked.
"Don't, don't, don't scream, let him sleep, I just... go and have a look." Bian Nan said quickly.
When running out of the dormitory, Bian Nan found that it was snowing outside at some point, and the wind was blowing very fast.
He zipped up his coat, but fortunately there is no access control today, otherwise he would be paralyzed as soon as he went out, and he might fall over the wall if he climbed over the wall with bad hands and feet.
But just running out of the school gate like this, he also staggered and almost fell down.
He ran all the way to the intersection before he stopped a taxi. Even though he knew that Qiu Yi was fine and had fallen asleep, he still urged the driver all the way.
He didn't understand, he had known Qiu Yi for such a long time, and felt that Qiu Yi was in good health, and he could tell even when he was fighting, how could he suddenly become so seriously ill.
tired
Or... in a hurry
Thinking of this, Bian Nan clicked his tongue to make you mad at me! deserve it!
After tsk, he turned his head and said to the driver: "Uncle, drive faster, I'm so anxious that I want to go to the bathroom..."