CHAPTER XLVII

"Going to the Soup and Fire" / Call me Meow

In my life, the most feared thing is not being able to meet someone who makes you have the urge to go to the soup.

It wasn't until the car stopped that he couldn't hold back any longer, and got out of the car and threw up next to the trash can. Yao Qian was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold his arm, "Chen Ziang, how are you?" What's uncomfortable? ”

Chen Ziang spit out all the dinner, looked back and saw Yao Qian's worried face, pursed his mouth and pulled it slightly, "It's okay, it's a little nauseous." ”

She held his arm, skin touched, it was so hot. She put her hand on his forehead, it was hot, "You have a fever?" ”

"A little." He nodded slightly, then vomited again.

Seeing Chen Ziang's straight body trembling slightly, Yao Qian's heart tugged, and he couldn't see the look on his face clearly from the side, only his collapsed body.

Her hand holding his arm tightened, "Chen Ziang, do you want to go up and rest for a while?" ”

He didn't answer, just raised his eyes to meet hers. When Yao Qian was about to withdraw his hand, he nodded slightly, "Okay." ”

Zigui walked in front of the two, and Yao Qian held him behind, his steps were a little slow, and he seemed to enjoy the process. Luckily, there is an elevator in this apartment, otherwise they would have walked for a long time to get home.

Yao Qian helped him sit on the sofa in the living room and measured his temperature, 39 degrees 8. It was indeed a fever, I thought he was just a simple cold, but I didn't expect it to be so serious. He must have endured it for a long time, no wonder he would say that the doctor wouldn't let him come out. Yao Qian looked at him with some concern, "Chen Ziang, do you want to go to the hospital?" ”

"No, you don't." Chen Ziang insisted, "I'll rest for a while, do you have any fever reducers here?" ”

Yao Qian looked at him, then turned to the kitchen. Zigui followed forward, took Wen Baikai from Yao Qian's hand, and walked back to the living room cautiously.

"Uncle, give."

Chen Ziang took the water, and Yao Qian took the medicine to him, "I only have some simple medicines here, and I usually take them by myself." I don't know what other symptoms you have, so I'll take the fever medicine for the time being. ”

"Okay." Chen Ziang agreed, raised his head and took the medicine.

He seemed really unwell, and as soon as he finished taking his medicine, he was half-lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. Zigui talked to him, and he also answered a few times in a daze, and then fell asleep.

Yao Qian bathed Zigui and put her to sleep early.

There was a small lamp in the living room, and the dim yellow light was very soft. She stood at the door of Zigui's room and looked at the man lying on her side on the sofa, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

She stood for a long time, and by the time she came to her senses, her feet were numb. Walked with difficulty to his bedroom, and came out with a blanket in his hand. His eyes were closed, he didn't sleep well, and his eyebrows were clouded. Probably the cause of the volatilization of the drug's effect, he has been sweating fine on his forehead.

Yao Qian covered his body with a blanket, and his movements were very light, but his body moved as if he had a feeling. The light breath became heavy, the eyelashes fluttered, and the eyes looked like they were about to open.

Suddenly, his hand stretched out from under the blanket, grabbed Yao Qian's hand in a random manner, pressed it on his heart, and sighed deeply, very satisfied.

Yao Qian watched his every move in amazement, and he held her hand so tightly that half of her whole body was lying on top of him. She subconsciously refused, but she was afraid of waking him up. Between her hesitations, he murmured irrepressibly, "Shen Bai, I've been looking for you." ”

There had always been a faint pain in her heart, so painful that she forgot to struggle, and forgot that her other hand was tightly gripping the flesh on his arm. She looked at the sick man in front of her hesitantly, his pale face oozing an abnormal red, and the pain in his arm made him frown and snort.

Yao Qian was startled, and then withdrew his hand.

It was rare that they had been so quiet and opposite, and how long had she not seen him so close and so quietly. She cautiously reached out and did what she had been reluctant to overcome. The slender hand rubbed his face, earnestly and meticulously. It was this face that made her half a life when she first saw it.

Thick eyebrows, high nose, thin lips, his facial features are all under her fingertips. When she saw the ring on the ring finger of his left hand, there was a bang in her head, and the whole person was completely stunned.

Couples on campus like to use various objects to represent their love, such as couple clothes, couple shoes, couple mugs, and couple rings. She once paid for a pair of cheap rings at a street stall with the capital letters of their surnames engraved on them. Later, when they broke up, he gave her back the rings, and she had already thrown them away in order to make herself forget him better.

The ring on Chen Ziang's hand must have been much more expensive than it was at that time, and it was a very simple ring ring with some patterns on it. If you look closely, it turns out to be a lettered letter, a small 's'.

She was weeping, tears sliding down her face, dripping coldly on his hands. She knelt on the edge of the couch and rested her face on his hands, maintaining this position in deep thought.

Chen Ziang is so good, no matter how many years have passed, he is still handsome and outstanding. In her heart, he will always be that personable teenager. From the moment Yao Qian fell in love with him, she put him in a high position, like a god in her heart, who needed her admiration and her pursuit, and she was used to looking up at him and looking at him from afar.

He asked her to give him a chance, a chance to get back to her. Yao Qian wanted to tell him that there was not a day in these years that she didn't miss the days when she was by his side, but she never regretted her decision all these years.

Chen Ziang deserves a better woman to match with, this person didn't have to be her before, and it can't be her now. After the operation, she was no longer a complete woman, her body was crippled, and nothing could make up for it. She can't give him anything but love, nothing else.

With tears in her eyes, she got up from his body and crashed head-on into Chen Ziang's abyssal black eyes. When did he wake up? Yao Qian looked at him in horror, pulled out his hand and stood up suddenly, eager to escape from him.

"Coriander, I'm thirsty." Chen Ziang opened his mouth to speak, his throat was very painful, and when he spoke, his voice was very low, very hoarse, with a thick nasal voice, and it was a little unpleasant.

Yao Qian stood in place, hesitated for a long time, and then turned around and walked to the kitchen to pour water for him.

He sat up from the sofa, reached out and took the water cup from her hand, the hot hand inadvertently touched her cold fingertips, Yao Qian's body shuddered, and then Chen Ziang was pulled by one hand to sit opposite him.

He didn't drink water, put the cup on the table, and gently stroked her cheek with his free hand, wiping the tears from her face, "Are you crying?" ”

Yao Qian leaned back uneasily, avoiding his touch, "No." ”

"Don't lie to me." After speaking, Chen Ziang coughed again, and his voice echoed in the living room. Yao Qian hurriedly handed him the water on the table again, and Chen Ziang followed her hand and drank a few sips of water before holding back his cough.

After breathing steadily, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her gently with both hands. His face was buried in her neck, and he let out a dull breath.

Yao Qian's body was extremely stiff when he was held in his arms, and he suddenly spoke, making a trembling voice, "Ah Qian, was it very painful at that time?" ”

Feeling a warm liquid left behind her neck, Yao Qian was stunned for a moment, and then understood what he meant. Gently closing her eyes and letting him hold herself tightly, the bright and dazzling lights in the operating room, the cold and stiff bed, the expressionless doctor wearing a mask, those dark scenes of the past poured into her mind again, and appeared in front of her eyes.

She said bitterly, "It hurts. ”

It really hurt, and even after the anesthesia, she could still feel the doctor's hand roaming in her lower abdomen, completely removing everything she had.

Chen Ziang's body trembled, and his voice choked, "Why didn't you tell me?" ”

"What can you tell you?" Yao Qian opened her eyes and looked numbly at the corner of the living room.

"I'll be with you, I'll take care of you, I'll be—" He couldn't say any more, and even his breath trembled with pain. He felt sorry for her for being so young and suffering alone, and he resented her for not giving him a chance to protect her from the beginning. Her love for him, he firmly believed, his love for her, she never fully believed.

So, after something like that, she didn't tell him and even decided to break up with him.

After a thousand words, he still wanted to say to her after all, "I feel sorry for you." ”

"That's a thing of the past." Yao Qian made a weak sound, she needed to pinch her thighs tightly with both hands to keep herself awake and unmoved by him.

Chen Ziang held on to the armrest of the sofa, half-propped herself up, lifted her chin, and kissed it. He gnawed at her lips, trying to pry open her closed lips and teeth. She was still resolute and resistant. The two sat on the couch, he kissed her, grabbed her shoulders hard, clasped his hands tightly on her shoulders, and almost crumpled her bones. And she looked him straight in the eyes, and used her nails to leave bright red finger marks on his arm, and the shoulder sockets.

They are like two imprisoned lions, constantly tossing each other, even if they are exhausted, they are bound to win or lose.

Finally she pressed her elbow against his abdomen, a faint white on his handsome face, and the pain made him frown and slowly release her.

He collapsed on the sofa in pain, reached out to hold Yao Qian's arm, and didn't let her leave half a step.

"Chen Ziang, you let go." She said coldly.

Chen Ziang bit his lips tightly and shook his head firmly, "Don't let go." ”

She shook his hand away vigorously, and he was like a deflated balloon, devoid of vitality, and curled up in the couch. Half-squinted, his spirit was in a trance, and he didn't have the strength to say a lot of words when he came to his mouth, so he could only shout in a low voice, "Ah Qian." ”

His body trembled, and his lips grew paler. The sweat on his forehead kept oozing out, and his shirt was already soaked with sweat, and the thin fabric clung to his skin.

Yao Qian moved a few steps, but he couldn't go any further, turned around and returned to his side again, and helped his head, "Chen Ziang, what's wrong with you?" Don't scare me, what's uncomfortable? ”

He was still having a fever, but in addition to this, Yao Qian faintly felt that something was wrong with his body, which was torturing his body. The pain in her stomach became more and more obvious, Chen Ziang heard her voice, touched her face with the hand hanging by her side, and rubbed it over and over again, "My stomach is uncomfortable, it's an old problem." ”

His stomach problems have been caused by the past few years. Seizures occur as long as the meal time has passed, or if the diet is irregular. I've been feeling sick since the afternoon, and I've just been woken up in pain. He was afraid that she would worry, so he said it casually. Yao Qian choked in his throat for a while, and went to the kitchen again to pour him a cup of hot water, "I'll take you to the hospital." ”

He shook his head stubbornly, twisting his eyebrows a little anxiously, "Don't go." 166 Reading Network