That day, Chen Xiaoyu didn't eat lunch, came back from outside and took a bath, just lay on the bed, and at night, she refused to get up for dinner, and her grandmother came in and called her a few times, but she didn't move.

Grandma touched her head and asked herself, "What's wrong with this child, he doesn't have a fever, is he suffering from heat stroke?" As he spoke, he pushed her again, "Xiaoyu, get up and drink some porridge, after eating, eat some Huoxiang True Qi Pills to relieve the heat." ”

Chen Xiaoyu closed her eyes and didn't move, she was really uncomfortable, the sun at noon was scorching, she had to run around like a masochistic outside, and when she came back to take a shower, she was about to lose her head, lying on the bed and couldn't move, and at night the skin on her body was still hot and painful, headache, and her stomach was faintly like a pinprick pain. What's even more uncomfortable is that her heart is as restless as a cat scratching.

"I'm not feeling well, I don't eat, I don't want to eat." She tossed and turned on the bed with her eyes closed.

"People are iron and rice are steel, how can you do without eating, no matter how uncomfortable you are, you have to get up to eat, and you can only take medicine after eating." Grandma sat on the edge of the bed and fanned her, wiping her sweat with a handkerchief, "Just get up and drink a few mouthfuls of porridge, otherwise, I'll bring it to you?" ”

"I don't want to eat. Don't eat, don't eat. Chen Xiaoyu covered her ears and screamed, burying her head in the pillow, at this moment she just wanted to stay alone quietly and not be disturbed by anyone.

"Mom, if she doesn't eat it, forget it. If you don't eat a meal, you won't starve. Chen Wenhui said angrily outside, this girl has been inexplicable for the past two days, strange in ancient times, ran out at noon, shouted and couldn't come back, Chen Wenhui chased out at noon, and didn't find her after looking for a long time, and came back with a sweat all over her head, and saw her hiding in the mosquito net with her eyes closed and pretending to sleep.

"It's the most talking." Grandma scolded him, turned her face and coaxed Xiaoyu again, "Xiaoyu is good, get up and eat, don't eat at noon, can't stop eating at night, my stomach is going to be broken." ”

"Grandma, I don't eat, I want to sleep." Chen Xiaoyu's prolonged voice was crying, she didn't want to eat, she wanted to be quiet, didn't grandma know who Jingjing was?

"Okay, okay, sleepy, sleepy, sleepy and eat when you're sleepy." Grandma said helplessly, and picked up the mosquito net, "On a hot day, the mosquito net can't be used, and something has to go wrong." ”

She stumbled to look for mosquito coils, and then to find matches, Xiaoyu heard a "snort", and in the darkness of dusk, an orange-red flame was reflected on the white wall opposite, and then, blue smoke rose from the foot of the bed, and a group of mosquitoes buzzed out of the corner.

"Wen Hui, bring that basin in." Grandma said.

Wen Hui took in a plastic basin coated with soap liquid and handed it to his grandmother, and by the way, he glared at Xiaoyu who was lying on the bed, "It's uncomfortable for you to run around." ”

Xiaoyu turned her face away angrily and ignored him.

"Okay, okay, go eat, don't make a mess." Grandma pushed Chen Wenhui out, holding the basin and waving it vigorously in all corners of the room.

Xiaoyu watched her grandmother's struggling movements, usually she did this work, at dusk, the plastic basin covered with soap liquid was aimed at the groups of flying insects in the room, mosquitoes waved, not a moment of effort, the basin was full of mosquitoes and small flying insects, densely packed.

"This kid is suffering from heat stroke, it's been hot for almost a week, and if it doesn't rain anymore, it's going to be hot." After grandma finished killing mosquitoes, she went out with a plastic basin and muttered, and covered the door for her before leaving.

Xiaoyu's eyes widened, looking at the ceiling in a daze, the hot straw mat was under her back, like a steaming pot, every joint in her body was sore, her body was cold and hot, and the small vest was tightly strangled on her chest, almost making people breathless.

The chaotic thoughts in my head come and go, one moment I want to laugh, the next I want to cry.

"Mom, what's wrong with Xiaoyu?" Outside, Chen Wenhui asked while squirming with mung bean porridge.

"It's about heat stroke." Grandma's calm voice.

"The girl has become inexplicable these days, ancient and weird, today I quarreled with Liu Lulu, pushed people, and quarreled with Grandma Deng's grandson, nothing happened. Asking for trouble. ”

Chen Wenhui was suing her, and Xiaoyu was listening to the hard smacking of the bed board, ungrateful. She thought.

Grandma sighed, didn't speak, only heard the sound of eating outside, and after a while, she suddenly said, "After August 15, Xiaoyu will be 14 years old." ”

"Well, Xiaoyu is the Mid-Autumn Festival's birthday, it's still early." Chen Wenhui replied, and the chopsticks collided in the bottom of the bowl

Grandma was silent.

The next morning, Chen Xiaoyu slept until almost nine o'clock and got up, still weak.

Liu Lulu didn't come to her as usual, she didn't go to the river, she didn't do her homework, she had breakfast, and she was listless at home looking at the leaves outside the window.

The sun was very good, shining brightly on the leaves as if washing, there was a little wind, the leaves shook gently, changing the appearance of shadows on the window screen, Xiaoyu looked out lazily, she didn't want to move, she didn't want to do her homework, she just wanted to stay alone stupidly.

Chen Wenhui walked in and opened his grandfather's bookcase to take the book, walked past her, glanced at her, stretched out his hand to touch her head, Xiaoyu turned his head and didn't let him touch it.

"Still throwing a tantrum?" Chen Wenhui asked with a grin, he was in a good mood today.

Xiaoyu didn't look at him, and she didn't make a sound.

"Why is it so long? He also said that people are careful, and your eyes are not big. Chen Wenhui flipped through the bookcase to find the book he wanted, mixed his armpits, and was about to leave, looking at her appearance, he couldn't help but stand up and say.

"I'm weird, inexplicable, I'm looking for nothing, I'm not doing anything. Don't mess with me. Chen Xiaoyu didn't look at him with a wooden face, and said word by word.

"Yo, did you hear everything?" Chen Wenhui smiled good-naturedly, "Okay, I won't mess with you, I really don't have time to mess with you today, so I made an appointment to go to the Cultural Palace with Deng Yinan to listen to the lecture." Chen Wenhui said and deliberately looked at her expression, "Deng Yinan is not as careful as you, I came over yesterday afternoon to correct all your brush and handwriting homework, and asked me to bring you a message, you don't have to rewrite it all, just write the few words that have not been written a few times." I'll get it to you when I get back." ”

"I don't write. To write it himself, he wrote it. Chen Xiaoyu said with a straight face.

"What's the matter, people are also kind."

"Who is rare?" Xiaoyu muttered.

"Okay, I'm leaving, I'll come back to you when I get back." Chen Wenhui said and took the book and left.

Grandma went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, grandpa went to a meeting in the field and didn't come back, and Xiaoyu was the only one at home. The sun shone on the glass door of her grandfather's bookcase, dazzling her eyes, she walked over, opened the door of the bookcase, and looked through it, most of the bookcases were professional books for her grandfather's teaching, boring and boring, Xiaoyu didn't dare to be interested, she flipped through it again, and finally found a traditional vertical version of "Dream of Red Mansions", sat at the table and looked through it carefully, and saw noon before I knew it.

In her previous life, she had watched "Dream of Red Mansions" many times, and many of the plots were already familiar to her.

But this time I read "Dream of Red Mansions" with a completely different feeling, I don't know if I have experienced the reincarnation of life and death, and then reading this book, there is a sense of vicissitudes and impermanence. Turning to the twenty-second episode, Bao Dai quarreled, and Baoyu wrote a poem "Parasitic Grass", "No self is not you, since she doesn't pick up Yi, she comes and goes without hindrance, and there is a lot of sadness and joy? Have they said that they are very close and close? What was the reason for the former troll? To this day, it's boring to look back! ”

Unconsciously, tears flowed.

Life is really lonely as snow sometimes......

It's really lonely like snow.,Click and collect is not asking for it?