When was the last time I was sick?

Oh, by the way, it was when I was in high school. www.biquge.info I also had a fever that day, and it was forty degrees, and my dad was in a hurry and rushed me to the hospital. I kept throwing up, throwing up, and the sour water came out. I was so miserable that I wondered if my dad would cry if he died. I've never seen him cry.

In the middle of the night, I heard my dad talking to someone.

"But you can't come, if you don't come, forget it, even if you die, don't care!"

"What's so strange, of course people get sick."

"What do you mean by that. You didn't care before, and you don't care now. ”

", don't call again."

My dad was angry, angry, who was on the other end of the phone, who actually made the mild-tempered dad angry, what a damn thing!

Later, I heard a low whimper, and I wondered if it was my dad crying.

I'm so unfilial, I made him worry. I think, in this life, the only thing I can't be sorry for is my dad. He really, so hard.

In a daze, I felt something being fed into my mouth, cold and a little bitter. After eating it, I felt a little more comfortable.

I struggled to open one eye, and in my blurred vision, a white mass floated in front of my eyes, making a "ho-ho" sound.

Oh, it seems to be the youkai during the day. It woke up. Was it feeding me medicine just now? Aren't you afraid of me?

I poked its ass with my finger, well, it must be its ass there. It "snorted", the hair exploded, and then it jumped and disappeared.

It seems that it is still so timid.

I closed my eyes again, and for a long time I was in a state of sleep.

I seemed to see a very beautiful man, dressed in a white robe, with dazzling silver hair falling down to his ankles. He was standing in the middle of a flower, with his back to me, and I couldn't see his face, and I didn't know if he was a man or a woman, but I just felt that this was a dazzling person.

There was a breeze blowing, and I smelled the intoxicating scent of flowers, and the wind ruffled his long hair, but he remained motionless.

He's waiting for someone, right? The back looked a little lonely.

Suddenly, the picture turned, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, thunder, flowers bloomed all over the ground in the blink of an eye, and a violent lightning slid across the sky, and a big hole suddenly appeared in the sky, and countless demons and monsters poured out from the other end of the hole, and a large piece of black pressure rushed towards the silver-haired man in the middle with the momentum of destroying the world and destroying the world.

Come on! I shouted.

However, suddenly it was dark in front of my eyes, and I felt a feeling of suffocation, and my neck seemed to be strangled by something, and I couldn't breathe at all, and soon I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, it was the next morning. I vaguely felt a chill on my face, as if something was blowing next to me. When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was the furry monster that looked like a rabbit, and it was blowing in my face again?

"Oops, hey, wake, woe, ho, ho."

When I found it, it kicked on its short legs, and disappeared again after a smoke.

It's such a timid and cute little monster.

I sat up and felt my body. The fever has subsided, but it is still a little weak, probably because I haven't eaten since last night.

When I opened the door, I saw that the two bowls of rice balls on the dining table in the living room were still there, but the snake that had been coiled on the sofa was gone.

Gone? Didn't you say you were going to protect me?

Youkai just don't keep their word.

Forget it, in the past seventeen years, without anyone's protection, I still live a good life until now.

O earth, without whomever it is, it all rotates in the same way.

It's still early, and I'm going to boil some porridge to warm my stomach after washing. However, I was a little stunned when I saw the man in the bathroom mirror with dark circles under his eyes and a visible strangulation mark around his neck. I remembered that something was really strangling my neck last night.

Who is it? The snake popped up in my mind, and the thought that it was no longer there was a thought of it, so I immediately shook my head and stopped thinking about it.

Whether it's it or not, and where it went, it's none of my business now.

When the porridge was served to the table, the little monster came out of nowhere and jumped onto my table. It was tilting its head to look at me, mung bean's eyes spinning. I noticed a little green liquid on its white fur and appeared to have a wound on its head.

"Come here, I'll give you some medicine, your forehead hurts." I beckoned to the little fur ball.

"Oops, oops, hurt, hurt." It jumped in place and didn't come over.

I tentatively touched its head, perhaps sensing my kindness, but this time it didn't resist, I wiped the green liquid off its body, disinfected its wounds, and put a band-aid on it, wondering if it would be useful to them.

"Little hairball, do you want to eat some?" I put some porridge on a plate.

It looked at me, and then at the plate, and suddenly the whole hairball crashed into the plate, and the rice porridge splashed everywhere, spilling half of the table.

Why is this youkai so naughty?

I reluctantly wiped my face that was stained with rice porridge, cleaned up the table again, and saw that the small hair ball was shrinking into a ball, squatting next to the plate and licking the porridge. The little pink tongue goes in and out, which is quite cute.

"Ho, eat, eat, ho."

"Delicious, right?"

"Ho, it's delicious, and I want it."

"Little Maotuan, you like Ho Ho so much, I'll call you Ho Ho in the future."

Well, but the name ho ho is a bit awkward to pronounce, well, whatever. I like such a cute little creature that can talk.

"Ho, did you feed me fever medicine last night?"

"Fever reducer, it's the antipyretic grass I fed, ho, ho."

"It's really you, thank you, little one."

I tapped its head, and its mung bean eyes stared at me blankly, looking innocent and innocent.

When I was eating breakfast, I habitually took out my mobile phone to read the news, and there was a local news that caught my attention, and I clicked in to take a look: at 20:13 Beijing time, at the intersection of Tianxing Road, a large truck rushed out and collided with a taxi, the taxi driver and a passenger died on the spot, and the truck driver was seriously injured. There are also several photos below, including one that shows me shopping at the convenience store last night.

I broke out in a cold sweat.

Last night, if the taxi driver hadn't gone the other way, would it have been me?

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I wrapped a scarf around my neck to cover the bruises on my neck. When I went out to class, in the distance, I saw a taxi parked outside the gate, the same one that had followed me all the way last night.

As I approached, the windows were lowered.

"Get in the car, I'll take you to school."

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"Let's talk about getting in the car."

I didn't get in the car last night, and I still don't plan to get in the car. Such suspicious people are better off ignoring them.

Who knew that the taxi driver followed me silently all the way, and even followed me into the school. The entrance of the university is not entered by card, and basically anyone can enter.

I have a bit of a headache. I figured that if I didn't settle the driver's business, he might be able to go home with me.

Finding a place where no one was around, I asked, "Now you can talk about it." ”

"I'd like to ask you for a favor."