When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by familiar furnishings. Gong Qingchen clearly remembered that she was staying at Ji Yunyang's house a second ago, she was just dizzy, how could she appear at Song Yan's house when she woke up again.

It should have heard the sound of Gong Qingchen getting out of bed, Song Yan pushed open the door with a bowl of herbs, and as soon as he saw Gong Qingchen standing up with a chair, he shouted a little eagerly: "Why did you get up in the morning? You can't get up and hurry to the bed and lie down." ”

"Me? Song Yan, I'm not that squeamish. Gong Qingchen said and let go of the chair, stretching out there.

Song Yan was a little frightened when he saw Gong Qingchen exercising so much, he put down the medicine bowl in his hand and came over to support Gong Qingchen, and it was rare to press Gong Qingchen on the bed hard.

"Since I've gotten up in the morning, let's drink this bowl of medicine quickly, I've been staying up for a long time. Song Yan brought the medicine bowl in her hand to Gong Qingchen like a treasure, but when she got close to Gong Qingchen like this, she smelled a smell of Houttuynia cordata, and she rolled her eyes with reluctance.

I really couldn't help it, Gong Qingchen pinched his nose and frowned: "Wait a minute, what is this? Why does it taste so weird, why do I drink this kind of thing properly if I am not sick." ”

Song Yan's face also turned dark when he heard Gong Qingchen's words of dislike, after all, it took him more than three hours to boil this herb, he gently knocked Gong Qingchen's head and said: "Don't dislike it, aren't these herbs all the same taste? Besides, this good medicine is bitter and good for disease." ”

Seeing that Song Yan didn't pay attention to his small movements, Gong Qingchen secretly stuck out his tongue and reached out to rub his forehead slightly. She wasn't ready for psychological construction, so Song Yan brought the bowl over again.

Although Gong Qingchen really wanted to restrain the disgust in her heart, this disgust felt like the power of the desolation in her body was really uncontrollable, she dodged the bowl handed over by Song Yan and puffed out her face: "But I'm not sick! ”

Do you know where I brought you back from? You fainted for a long time at the door of my house, and then I went to my doctor to help you see a doctor, and he said that your weakness and excessive sadness would lead to fainting, and he specially prescribed me so many medicines to help you recuperate, and you still didn't thank me. Song Yan crossed his waist and deliberately pretended to be fierce.

Fainted? Gong Qingchen listened to Song Yan's words, and for a while, the second monk felt confused, and even if she fainted, she should have fainted in Ji Yunyang's house, why did Song Yan say that he saved her at the door of his house.

In the vague impression that Gong Qingchen did remember that day she had a very fierce quarrel with Ji Yunyang, and then she broke free of Ji Yunyang's hand, Ji Yunyang chased her behind and yelled at her to prevent her from leaving, she was very nervous at the time, and rolled down the stairs as soon as she stepped on the stairs, and then she had no memory.

"Was I really rescued by you from your doorstep?" Gong Qingchen really wanted to remember something, but her head hurt very much as she thought about the past, and she covered her head and felt that there were countless voices yelling there.

Perhaps sensing Gong Qingchen's strange appearance, Song Yan squatted down and asked with concern: "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable in the morning, don't scare me." Song Yan didn't get a response from Gong Qingchen for a long time, and he hurriedly took out his mobile phone from his pocket to call his family doctor.

Song Yan, who was on the phone, stopped him, Gong Qingchen smiled at him with a pale face: "It's okay, Song Yan, can you go and help me get my medicine?" It's on the drawer next to the bed on the second floor where I lived before. ”

It was the first time to see Gong Qingchen's ill appearance, which really scared Song Yan, Gong Qingchen opened his mouth and asked him to help him get medicine, how could he not agree, nodded and turned his head in a panic: "Okay, I'll go now, you wait for me to come back in the morning." ”

It should be night now, and the moon is hanging outside the window, and a lamp at the head of the bed where Gong Qingchen sleeps is turned on in the whole room. The light emitted by the lamp was pale yellow, and although it looked warm, the whole room gave Gong Qingchen a feeling like Song Yan's bedroom.

Sometimes Gong Qingchen feels that this world is a huge ocean, whether it is the sky or the surrounding air, it gives people a melancholy blue, she desperately wants to breathe, and smiles as much as possible every day, just to get rid of the loneliness that has always been inseparable from her.

In the past, the very cheerful Gong Qingchen seemed to have ceased to exist, Gong Qingchen looked at the self who was desperately squeezing out a smile in the mirror, and that look of himself was really funny.

Even he himself thinks that smile is fake, how can he deceive others?

Fate is really ironic that the most cheerful person will actually get depression in the end.

It was after the child left that she became like this. If she had been a little more careful and brave at that time, maybe that child would still be there today.

There was blood flowing down his legs, that feeling Gong Qingchen will never forget for the rest of his life, that feeling was very cold, so cold that for a moment he thought he was gone.

The memory of that day Gong Qingchen is not very clear, and many memories have gradually forgotten because of her current illness, becoming one bubble after another in a long time, poking lightly or being exposed by the sun and dissipating invisibly.

Song Yan went for a long time, not because he couldn't find the medicine, but after finding the medicine, he took a photo of the medicine and sent it to his family doctor, he wanted to know what disease Gong Qingchen had and what medicine he was taking?

Although this approach is likely to be disrespectful to Gong Qingchen, there is a magic in my heart that guides him to do this, and the medicine looks extremely ordinary, with only four words written on it—estazolam on it.

Sometimes Song Yan really found that he couldn't understand Ji Yunyang, obviously he was the one who stayed with Gong Qingchen for the longest time, why didn't he find out about Gong Qingchen's illness, or did he find out and pretend that nothing happened.

Once such a thought was guessed by him, he couldn't help but put a real stamp on it, Song Yan took a deep breath and adjusted his expression to the most insipid appearance and went downstairs.

He walked quickly to his bedroom and pushed the door open, with an apology on his face: "I'm sorry, I've been looking for a long time,"