When Liao Jichuan heard this, he raised his head and opened Chrysostom: "Yunfei called?" "Why did you call Song Yanheng? Is this the rhythm of Chagang?

Song Yanheng nodded at Liao Jichuan, and his thoughts were the same as Liao Jichuan's. So he asked Jiang Yunfei: "Do you want Ji Chuan to answer the phone?" ”

"No need," Jiang Yunfei unexpectedly refused, "I just asked you, were you with you at the beginning of the year?" ”

Song Yanheng immediately felt that something was wrong. Zhou Xiyu called him on his mobile phone a few times and said that he wanted to find Song Chu, Jiang Yunfei was a married woman, and the frequency of phone calls with Song Yanheng was very rare, and Song Chuchu had an appointment to go shopping for three days, and she knew more about Song Chu's movements than Song Yanheng.

Song Yanheng frowned and asked, "You can't find Song Chu?" ”

"She's not with you? So where can she go, the people in Xihe said that they hadn't seen her for three or four days, and no one answered when I called her. ”

Song Yanheng hung up the phone, got up and left. A few days ago, when he went back to Song's house, Zhao Zhilin told him that Song was sick at the beginning of the year and asked him if he knew. Song Yanheng and Song Chu were in a cold war, no one paid attention to anyone, of course they didn't know that Song Chu was sick, and immediately calmly told Zhao Zhilin that he didn't know, he hadn't contacted Song Chu for several days. Zhao Zhilin listened and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yanheng thought that Zhao Zhilin knew that Song Chu was sick and would definitely take care of Song Chu, so he couldn't bear not to see Song Chu these days, who knew that there was a call from Jiang Yunfei.

Song Chuchu belongs to the kind of person who doesn't want to cry out for pain even if he is killed, waiting for her to call for care, and it is estimated that he can only wait for the next life.

Song Yanheng rushed to Song Chu's house, the room was dark, and there was no sound at all. Song Yanheng's heart sank little by little in this darkness. He turned on the light in the living room and walked to the bedroom. Pushing open the door, it was cold, and the heating was not turned on. Song Yanheng thought that Song Chu was not there at the beginning of the year, and just wanted to go to the study to have a look, he heard a dull cough coming from the quilt.

Song Yanheng hurriedly turned on the light in the bedroom. Song Chu's whole body curled up together, sleeping with his head covered by the quilt, a small lump, no wonder Song Yanheng couldn't see it by the light in the living room.

Song Yanheng walked over and lifted the quilt to see Song Chu. Suddenly exposed to the strong light, Song Chu frowned a little uncomfortably, and slowly opened his eyes.

Song Yanheng saw that Song Chu's face was crimson, his lips were chapped and patches of dead skin appeared, and his face, which was originally round and full, was now a little sunken. It's really pitiful.

Song Yanheng didn't care about scolding Song Chu, turned on the heating, took out a quilt from the cabinet and covered Song Chu, and went to the thermometer in the living room to measure Song Chu's temperature with a gloomy face. During the measurement, I ran over to boil hot water, cleaned up the water cups, medicine bags, and snack bags randomly placed at the bedside, and then took the thermometer with a calm face. It was more than 39 degrees.

Song Chu was lying dizzy, with her eyes closed, and Song Yanheng's figure dangled on her eyelids. She was shaken a little uncomfortable, but she couldn't say a word from fatigue and weakness, coupled with a dry throat.

Song Yanheng took the thermometer and looked at Song Chuchu gloomily for a while, closed the door angrily, took out his mobile phone to call Liao Jichuan, and asked his personal doctor to come over. I went downstairs again and bought some fever reducers.

When Song Yanheng came back, Song Chu fell asleep again. Song Yanheng woke her up and held a water cup for her to take medicine.

Song Chuchu opened half of his eyes, Song Yanheng held her with one hand and a water cup in the other, so Song Chuchu took medicine and drank a glass of water with Song Yanheng's hand. When Song Yanheng was packing up his things, he also saw a few drink bottles, it was estimated that Song was thirsty at the beginning of the year, and he didn't have the strength to boil water, so he had to take cold water to drink.

Song Yanheng poured another cup of hot water for Song Chu, Song Chuchu drank three cups in a row, and finally shook his head and fell asleep.

Song Yanheng was full of anger, Song Chu was so sick that he couldn't get angry, so he had to sit in the living room and smoke one after another.

When the doctor came, Song Chu was sleeping very deeply, and the doctor gave Song Chu an intravenous drip, and comforted Song Yanheng, who was gloomy, without hurrying: "You don't have to worry, it's just an ordinary fever, just infusion of water for a few days." ”

Song Yanheng is not worried, but afraid. If Jiang Yunfei hadn't made that phone call today, it is estimated that no one would know about Song Chu's illness and death here.

Song Yanheng sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, looking at Song Chu, who was sleeping very deeply, his eyes were dark and heavy.

When Song Chu woke up, the sun outside the window was shining brightly, shining on her face, and she felt warm. Song Chu felt that his mind was much clearer, his body was not as heavy as a few days ago, and his illness was much better.

Song Yanheng came in with a bowl of porridge, and when he saw Song Chu open his eyes, he looked out the window with a soft expression, and his tight face line relaxed imperceptibly.

Song Chu heard the movement, turned his head and saw Song Yanheng, his soft face suddenly turned cold, lifted the quilt and covered his face, not wanting to see Song Yanheng.

Song Yanheng was angry, put the porridge bowl in his hand on the table, looked at the figure of Song Chuchu lying on the bed, and scolded in a cold voice: "What do you mean at Song Chuchu, I came to take care of you and you pretended to be an uncle for me!" If it weren't for me, no one would have found you if you were sick and died here, you know? Are you a fool who won't call your mom when you're sick like this? Won't you go home? You just hold on and don't want to say anything to others, right? At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, you have such a big temper, why don't you have such great ability! Do you think you have a character, have you ever thought about what your mother will do if something really happens to you, and what will happen to the people around you? Can you be rational in doing things in the future and not be so childish?! ”

Song Chu was sick at the beginning of the year, and his body was uncomfortable to death. Now he was scolded by Song Yanheng, lifted the quilt and sat up and yelled at Song Yanheng: "I won't do your business even if I die!" I'm sick like this, I'd rather die of illness than you take care of me, it's you who want to come to me, did I say let you come? This is my house, do I agree to let you in? Song Yanheng, who do you think you are, and why are you scolding me? You think it's your turn to tell me a few times, right? ”

When they quarreled, they all wanted to take the sharpest sword and stab the other party in the most painful place, and they were quick to cover up their wounds. In the end, the wound opened and became more and more painful with too much force.

Song Yanheng had never felt this way at this time, so soreness that his limbs were numb all over his body. He looked at Song Chu's weak face, and he choked up for a moment.

The person he cares about very much in this world, Song Chu, who cares about very much, asked him who he is.