Today is Tuesday, and Yang Yilin has been sick for three days. In the past three days, he has been taking medicine on time, but the fever subsided in the morning, and the body temperature rose to more than 38 degrees in the afternoon, and he was still dizzy and uncomfortable. The letter he wrote to Zheng Xiaowen couldn't be delivered, and he was very anxious.

This morning, Yang Yilin took his temperature and saw that he didn't have a fever, so he got out of bed and tried to walk twice, but he still felt uncomfortable and couldn't go out. I thought: There is no other way to send this letter, but to let Jiang Feng deliver it.

Yang Yilin was still afraid that Jiang Feng would recognize his font when he sent the letter, so he took advantage of the gap and quickly changed the envelope. The envelope was written in imitation Song art font: Received by Dr. Zheng Yaozu.

After lunch, Yang Yilin called Jiang Feng to him and said, "I remember that when the conference was held last year, Teacher Zheng asked you to go to her house with her to move flowers, and you said that the flowers were too expensive to move. You've been to Mr. Zheng's house, haven't you?"

"Yes, I've been. Jiang Feng said, "Is there something wrong?"

Yang Yilin said: "I have an acquaintance, and I helped this acquaintance to see Teacher Zheng's father. A few days ago, I met this acquaintance, and he gave me a letter and asked me to help him bring it to Dr. Zheng.

"You see, I haven't been able to go out to deliver it like this for the past two days, I'm in a hurry. We are entrusted by others, and we can't delay other people's affairs, right, you just know Mr. Zheng's family, so you can help me send this letter over. ”

Yang Yilin handed the letter to Jiang Feng and said, "When you go to Teacher Zheng's house, no matter who you see in her family, you just say that I asked you to take this letter, and they will know who it is." ”

"Okay, I got it. Jiang Feng finished speaking and went out.

Jiang Feng had been out for a while, and Yang Yilin remembered what he wanted to explain, and he immediately said to himself in a hurry: "Oh, this is a mess in my heart, I forgot to explain this sentence, Jiang Feng will definitely tell this sick thing when he gets there! cough, it's true!"

Lin Jing brushed the pots and bowls, came to Yang Yilin's side and asked, "Jiang Feng went out just now, what are you muttering here alone?"

Yang Yilin said weakly: "I'm saying, I should be fine, this fever still doesn't go away, what the hell is going on, I was annoyed, and I muttered unconsciously, alas!"

Lin Jing looked at Yang Yilin, and she also muttered: "I've been taking medicine for a few days, why hasn't the fever gone away!" She reached out and touched Yang Yilin's forehead, touched her forehead again, and said, "I think you still have a fever." She shook off the thermometer, looked at the prescription and said, "Here, I'll take your temperature again." ”

Yang Yilin put the thermometer under his armpit, leaned on the head of the bed, looked up at the ceiling, and thought about the scene when Jiang Feng arrived at Zheng's house...... Lin Jing sat on the edge of his bed and looked at his face, he didn't even realize it, he didn't know it at all.

Jiang Feng came to the gate of the Zheng family, he rang the doorbell, and it was still Zheng's mother who opened the door.

Mother Zheng suddenly saw Jiang Feng: Oh, it's another handsome and handsome guy, and she hurriedly asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Auntie, don't you know me?" Jiang Feng said, "I and Mr. Zheng are from the same factory, I came to this house last year, and I said about pulling flowers, but you forgot?"

Zheng's mother hurriedly said, "Oh, I remembered, remembered, come in." ”

In the courtyard, Jiang Feng took out the letter and handed it to Zheng's mother and said, "This letter was sent by Director Yang to him for him." ”

Zheng's mother saw that her wife's name was written on the envelope, and then looked at the font, she had never seen it, and she was a little puzzled.

Jiang Feng looked at Zheng's mother's expression when she looked at the envelope, as if he didn't quite understand, he hurriedly said, "Auntie, Director Yang said that this letter was from an acquaintance of his, and this is a letter written by that acquaintance." ”

Mother Zheng seemed to understand a little and asked, "What about your Director Yang?"

"Director Yang has been ill for a few days. Jiang Feng said, "He was so sick that he couldn't even get out, so the factory sent me to take care of him at home." ”

Just now, as soon as Jiang Feng arrived in the courtyard, Zheng Xiaowen leaned on the window and looked and listened to the courtyard......

Zheng's mother was also thinking: No wonder Yilin doesn't come to the house these days, and he doesn't call, it turns out that he is sick!

Zheng's mother was a little anxious, and hurriedly asked, "Wasn't he fine a few days ago, how can he say that he is sick?"

"Director Yang fell ill last Saturday. Jiang Feng said, "When I went to his house on Sunday morning, I saw that his eyes were swollen, his face was a little yellow, and his body was so weak that he couldn't stand, and he couldn't even walk." ”

Mother Zheng panicked when she heard this, she pointed to the chair in the courtyard and said, "Child, you sit down for a while, your uncle is eating in the East House, and I will go and give him the letter." ”

In the east wing, Zheng's father also said to Zheng's mother anxiously: "I heard all your words, what's going on?"

Mother Zheng whispered: "Lao Zheng, I see that this envelope is the same as the envelope that Yilin sent before, but the font is different, you see if this is your letter, right?"

Father Zheng took the letter, looked at the front, then looked at the back and said, "No one has ever written to me like this, and I don't think this will be my letter." ”

"If it's not your letter, then don't open it yet. Zheng's mother said, "I'll take it over and let Nini see it, it's yours, I'll bring it to you again." Zheng's mother took the letter and went to the West Wing.

Zheng Xiaowen opened the letter and looked at it, and her words came out: "It's Yilin from ......" The second half of her words made her tears choke up and didn't say it.

Zheng Xiaowen choked up and suppressed his voice and said to his mother: "Mom, you can go to Yilin's house to see him quickly, let Dad go with you to show him, let him take the medicine quickly!"

Zheng's mother came out of the door of the West Wing, and shouted anxiously when she got off the door: "Old Zheng, you eat quickly, let's hurry up and see Yilin's child to see what is wrong with him!"

Zheng's mother came to the east wing, and whispered anxiously: "Sure enough, it's a letter from Yilin to Nini, he is too sick to go out to our house, let's go and have a look!"

Zheng's father and Zheng's mother followed Jiang Feng to Yinghua Xili. On the way, Zheng's mother bought a lot of fruits and snacks for Yang Yilin.

Jiang Feng asked, "Auntie, I see that you are quite familiar with Director Yang?"

"yes. Zheng's mother said, "Yilin is a friend of my family's relatives, and we have known each other for a long time. ”

The three of them came to Yinghua Xili and entered Yang Yilin's bedroom, and her mother saw Lin Jing at a glance, and hurriedly greeted her, "Girl, are you here too?"

"The factory sent me to cook. Lin Jing said, and hurriedly said to Zheng's father, "Uncle, Yilin just took his temperature, thirty-eight degrees five. He has had a fever for a few days, and the fever has not subsided even after taking medicine, which is really urgent!"

Father Zheng thought to himself: Yilin was fine a few days ago, and there would be no major problems, maybe it was a cold. He took it and said, "It's okay, it's okay, young man, it's a little sick, and it's getting better quickly." ”

Lin Jing said in her heart: Uncle is a doctor, and the doctor has said so, Yilin will be fine soon. She let out a long sigh of relief.