Later Ling Song still didn't go to school.
When he went out, he was very dizzy, and he didn't notice it. Mother Ling reached out and touched his forehead, and was startled: "Xiao Song, do you have a fever? Why are you so hot?"
So he was rushed back to the room and asked for a day off from school.
After taking the medicine, he quickly fell asleep, and it was already noon when he woke up again.
Hearing Wen Yuanchu's voice in a daze, he was asking his mother about his condition, Ling Song's eyelashes trembled, and he didn't open his eyes.
Wen Yuanchu sat beside Ling Song's bed for a while, Ling's mother reminded him in a low voice: "Yuanchu, go back to eat first, you have to go to school in the afternoon, don't delay."
Wen Yuanchu took a look at Ling Song who was still unconscious under the quilt, and said hesitantly, "Then I'll come and see Ling Song in the afternoon."
After the sound of footsteps faded away, Ling Song slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head, without making a sound.
In the afternoon, he felt a little better and couldn't fall asleep anymore, so he just got up and studied the questions.
There are WeChat messages from Wen Yuanchu on his phone, one message per hour, asking if he is feeling better.
Ling Song held the phone, hesitated again and again, but did not reply.
After school, Wen Yuanchu came to Ling's house to see Ling Song again.
Ling Song ate something before he came, and continued to lie on the bed pretending to sleep, ignoring him.
Wen Yuanchu didn't stay for too long, helped Ling Song tuck up the quilt, and left again.
Before leaving, he left a note beside Ling Song's bed.
When Wen Yuanchu left, Ling Song sat up, took a look at the note on the bedside table without turning on the light.
"Ling Song, get well soon."
Only this line.
Ling Song held the note in a daze for a moment, picked up the phone, but didn't know what to say to Wen Yuanchu.
His heart was blocked in a panic, as if being repeatedly scratched by a rusty knife, and there were blunt pains.
On the bedside table was still the music box that Wen Yuanchu gave him on his birthday, Ling Song's gaze fell over, and he stretched out his hand to unscrew the hairpin.
The melodious music slowly flowed out.
Ling Song listened in a daze.
He just suddenly thought, can Wen Yuanchu really memorize the melody he has hummed several times casually, and then compose it for someone to make a music box
He hadn't seriously thought about it before, how many possibilities there are.
He believed in Wen Yuanchu too much, so he never doubted his words.
Wen Yuanchu can ride horses, write parallel prose, and play chess better than him.
He can also accurately distinguish the authenticity of antiques and recognize real antique-style things.
Are these really just coincidences
Many things are linked together, all pointing to the answer that Ling Song didn't want to admit the most.
He resisted instinctively.
If Wen Yuanchu is really Wen Che, what should he do
… he does not know.
The next day Ling Song's high fever persisted, so he had to ask for another day off.
Wen Yuanchu still came to see him after school.
Ling Song's mind was muddled, he didn't want to face him, so he just continued to pretend to be asleep.
Wen Yuanchu sat down beside the bed, rubbing Ling Song's flushed cheeks with his fingers.
Ling Song resisted the urge to avoid him, closed his eyes and did not move.
When Wen Yuanchu left, Ling Song seemed to hear his slight sigh.
Ling Song was sick for three whole days.
In the end, I had to get a needle.
Wen Yuanchu came to see him every day, and he was sleeping without exception.
On Thursday, the school's monthly exam, Ling Song's high fever had almost subsided, and he offered to take the exam.
Wen Yuanchu didn't know that after entering the examination room, Yao Nana, who was in the same examination room, told him that she seemed to have seen Ling Song just now, and asked him if Ling Song came to school today.
Wen Yuanchu got up and ran outside.
Ling Song had just sat down in the examination room and was sharpening his pencils when he looked up and saw Wen Yuanchu outside the classroom out of breath.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him with burning eyes, Ling Song knew he couldn't hide, so he had to get up and go out.
"Why did you come to school today?"
Wen Yuanchu reached out to touch his forehead, but Ling Song hid for a while, feeling even more embarrassed.
He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "...the high fever has subsided, and there is still a little low-grade fever, so I just came to the exam."
"Can you hold on?"
"It doesn't matter."
After saying these few words, there were still five minutes before the start of the exam. Ling Song glanced at his watch and urged Wen Yuanchu: "Hurry up and go back to the exam room. I'm going in too. The exam will start soon."
Wen Yuanchu nodded, and handed a few mints to Ling Song: "If you feel dizzy, take one of these. It's refreshing. If you can't hold on, don't force yourself. I'll go back with you after the exam."
Ling Song was noncommittal, took the candy, waved his hand, and went into the examination room.
The test paper was handed out, but Ling Song was still absent-minded.
What came to mind from time to time was Wen Yuanchu's appearance when he was talking to him just now.
In fact, he both wanted to see that person and was afraid of seeing him.
Fortunately, Chinese is his strong point, and he won't fail the test even with his eyes closed.
Peeling a mint into his mouth, he shook his head, deciding not to think about it.
When turning to the last composition question, Ling Song was taken aback for a moment.
[Conversation with my past self]
His mind wandered away for a while, talking to his past self...
Ling Song picked up the pen and decided to be willful for a while.
He wrote a Proverb to himself four hundred years ago.
Back then, he was too stupid, too stupid and too cowardly, so he was defeated.
It was only now that he was finally willing to admit that he was to blame for his death and the country's destruction.
He wrote nearly a thousand words without pausing.
Ling Song put down his pen and started to be in a daze again.
The words in his article are dirty, and there are many ancient characters in it. I am afraid that even the marking teacher may not be able to understand it, and the score will not be high.
But forget it, in his state, it was impossible to pass the monthly exam this time.
Lie down on the table, Ling Song closed his eyes.
But he was still sad.
Four hundred years have passed, why the nightmare of the past still lingers.
... That person, why still refuse to let him go.
Ten minutes before the end of the exam, Ling Song handed in the papers ahead of time.
He sent a message to Wen Yuanchu, saying that he was going to the hospital for an injection and left first. He walked out of the school quickly, took the car that came to pick him up, and left.
The same goes for the afternoon exam. Ling Song arrives at the school five minutes before the exam starts, and leaves a few minutes before the exam is over.
In order to avoid Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu parked at the door of Ling Song's house, and looked up towards the window of Ling Song's room.
No matter how late he was, he should have realized that Ling Song had been avoiding him on purpose these few days.
Ling Jie's wife came back with Ling Chaochao, saw Wen Yuanchu pushing the station in front of their house, and greeted him: "Why is Yuanchu standing here in a daze, why don't you go in?"
Wen Yuanchu came back to his senses and shook his head slightly: "Ling Song is not feeling well, I won't disturb him anymore."
Ling Song didn't want to see him, so forget it.
At least, wait until the monthly exam is over.
Ling Chaochao ran over, raised his head and asked Wen Yuanchu: "Brother Yuanchu, did you quarrel with my uncle?"
Wen Yuanchu frowned and said, "No."
"I saw it, my uncle was secretly crying."
"… He cried?"
"Yeah, hiding in the quilt and crying, it's sad."
Ling Chaochao raised his hand and patted Wen Yuanchu's arm, "Brother Yuanchu, don't bully my uncle."
At night, Ling Song leaned against the head of the bed, flipping through the review materials one after another.
A new WeChat message popped up on his phone, and he clicked on it. It was Xia Langxing who threw a post link to the group.
Xia Langxing: What kind of person is this? Why is he speaking so badly? Is there something wrong
Ling Song clicked into the link, it was a new account just registered, and he posted a post on the school post bar scolding him and Wen Yuanchu.
Several posts were posted in a row, all kinds of extremely obscene words cursed him and Wen Yuanchu as shameless homosexuals, scolded those girls who praised them as stupid, and threatened to ruin the two of them and be expelled from school.
This has been discussed in the group.
Lin Qiuyi:? ? ? Whose mouth is so smelly? Have you swallowed feces? The old lady went to tear him up!
Yao Nana: @lingsong? Did you offend someone again
Ling Song: No, I didn't offend anyone, probably someone who was jealous of Wen Yuanchu.
He was not in the mood, and he didn't feel much about the foul language that filled the screen.
Refresh it casually, and sure enough, several people have already torn up with the one who posted.
But soon, all those posts were deleted, and the one who posted it didn't pop up again, so it should be blocked by the administrator.
Yao Nana: Wen Yuanchu acted very quickly. He contacted the student union so quickly to delete the post. He is really reliable.
Lin Qiuyi: I haven't torn it enough, let me know which turtle's grandson made the post, I have to smash his turtle shell! [angry]
Xia Langxing: Hey Ling Song, don't you and Wen Yuanchu have been caught for something, I think that person insists on your relationship, maybe there is evidence, it must not be as simple as just posting a few posts to scold you.
Ling Song: Oh.
whatever.
Although most of the girls in the post bar were teasing, many people knew the real relationship between him and Wen Yuanchu.
As for expulsion or something, that's impossible.
With Wen Yuanchu's grades, the school will not expel him no matter what.
He himself, anyway, his family is rich, and his father and brother can manage the school.
Besides, he doesn't even think about it now.
There's new news coming in from the top number.
Wen Yuanchu: Are you feeling better
Ling Song swiped up the screen, Wen Yuanchu sent him several WeChat messages every day these days, reminding him to take medicine and rest, telling him to go to bed early, and caring about his body.
He hardly ever came back.
Ling Song stared at Wen Yuanchu's WeChat avatar.
It was still a photo of a ginkgo leaf specimen, the one he dug out from the snow last time.
He no longer knows what is true and what is false.
If Wen Yuanchu is really that person, why is there such a big difference between him now and before
Did Wen Yuanchu lie to him when he said he liked him
If Wen Yuanchu really liked him, why did he treat him so badly before, even...kill him
The more he thought about this, the more uncomfortable he felt, as if he had gotten into a dead end and couldn't get out no matter what.
Why can't Wen Yuanchu just be Wen Yuanchu
A few minutes later, another one came over there.
Wen Yuanchu: I met Chaochao today, he said he saw you crying secretly, did you cry because you were not feeling well
Wen Yuanchu: You can tell me about unhappy things, and you can also tell me when you feel unwell.
Wen Yuanchu: Don't cry.
Ling Song blacked out the screen of the phone, let alone turning back.
The last exam is Biology, on Saturday afternoon.
Ling Song once again handed in the paper ten minutes earlier.
But he didn't expect that when he walked out of the examination room, he would see Wen Yuanchu who was already waiting outside.
The moment he saw Wen Yuanchu, Ling Song took a step back subconsciously, and even wanted to run away.
Wen Yuanchu called out to him: "Ling Song, are you going home?"
Ling Song's heart trembled, he stopped, lowered his head, avoiding his gaze: "Oh,... go back."
They walked out of the teaching building side by side in silence.
Wen Yuanchu went to get the car from the shed, and Ling Song followed him without saying a word.
The Ling family's car was parked outside the school gate. Seeing them coming out, the driver drove over.
Ling Song went to pull the car door, but Wen Yuanchu grabbed his wrist.
"...I'll drive you back."
After a moment of silence, Ling Song said awkwardly: "Wen Yuanchu, I don't want to blow the wind, I'd better take the car, you go first."
Wen Yuanchu squeezed his wrist hard and then let go.
A voice rolled out of his throat: "Okay."
He rode away first.
Ling Song watched his back go away, thinking back to the last look that Wen Yuanchu gave him just now.
... why does he look so sad too
At night, Wen Yuanchu came to Ling's house again.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ling Song immediately turned off the light and climbed into the bed to pretend to be asleep.
The door of his room was unlocked, Wen Yuanchu tapped twice and turned the handle.
Mother Ling, who came with her, turned on the light again with a snap.
"What time is it? Xiao Song, why did you fall asleep? Yuanchu came to teach you."
Wen Yuanchu looked at Ling Song who was on the bed, and said hesitantly, "Forget it, auntie, Ling Song may have fallen asleep, let him sleep, and it will be the same to make up the previous homework in a few days."
"Don't get used to him, I think he's just lazy." Mother Ling stepped forward and lifted Ling Song's quilt directly.
Ling Song couldn't pretend anymore, got up in embarrassment, and complained to his mother in a low voice: "Mom, what are you doing..."
"What do you do? It's you, you pretended to be asleep as soon as you arrived at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. You haven't studied for a few days, and you want to be lazy after recovering from illness. You have to go to class tonight."
Ling's mother nagged Ling Song, gave them the room, and went downstairs to cut fruit for them.
Ling Song turned his eyes away, didn't look at Wen Yuanchu, and sat down at the desk without embarrassment.
Wen Yuanchu sat down beside him, opened the instruction book, and picked up a pen.
Ling Song was restless, and his peripheral vision glanced at Wen Yuanchu from time to time.
When Wen Yuanchu was giving serious lectures, his demeanor was extraordinarily peaceful and his tone was gentle, not at all like the person he remembered.
But he couldn't convince himself.
At 9:30, Wen Yuanchu closed the book: "Let's stop here today. If you are not feeling well, go to bed early, and make up for the homework that is left behind. Don't rush for a while."
Ling Song lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him.
"Ling Song, what happened to you these few days?"
Ling Song remained silent.
Wen Yuanchu reached out and touched his face lightly.
Ling Song turned his head and avoided it.
He refused to look at Wen Yuanchu, his eyes gradually turned red.
"Ling Song..."
Ling Song finally choked up.
"What do you mean you are not him? Who is he?"
"What does it mean that my life is not mine alone?"
"You said he never believed you, so who are you talking about?"
"Winch."
He blurted out the name in a crying voice: "Are you... Wen Che?"