Outsiders look at Vanity Fair, drunk and gold-obsessed. The people inside looked at it, only to realize that behind the glitz was nothing more than a sword and a sword.

These people are the first to see through the world's most intelligent people, they usually don't like to talk nonsense with life, and they know that life only looks at reality, and they don't want to listen to anyone talk nonsense with them, full of benevolence, righteousness and morality.

Sometimes doing business is separated from morality and morality, and benevolence will harm them. Everyone at the center of the game knows the rules.

They are not cold-blooded, they only have something that interests them, that is, money. What people can't get by themselves, money can be satisfied.

Warmth, respect, convenience...... All.

For them, love is the heaviest luxury, but also dangerous flammable and explosive goods, if it is not necessary, it is best not to touch, if you have to touch, it is necessary to set a limit for yourself, so that you can cut the meat at any time.

When I came back that night, I had a bad cold, at first I was just uncomfortable, I didn't feel comfortable no matter how I stayed, and then I felt a sore throat, and I didn't pay much attention to it, and my body saw that I didn't give it a real and warm reply, and it started to rush. I started to have a fever that lasted until it was over 39 degrees.

I realized that I had a fever because even though I was in a winter warm room with an indoor temperature of more than 20 degrees, I still felt a chill from my heart and from the soles of my feet. I couldn't help but shiver, my upper teeth chattered and my lower teeth clicked, I remembered that somewhere I called a fever a whack, and I thought that my ancestors were wise, and every word they invented could express exactly what they wanted to express.

I kept swinging, but I didn't feel the fire anywhere from the inside out, but I only felt cold, like I was in a cold hell, and it was like I had just walked up from hell, and I didn't have time to adapt to the temperature of the world.

Zhang Ruolei took a whole large quilt and covered me. My teeth were fighting and rattling with each other.

"Xiao Han," I sniffed, but there was no snot, but I still consciously snorted.

"As soon as she appears, I'm fine."

Zhang Ruolei smiled and hugged me.

I went to the bathroom and brought the foot bath, turned on the electricity, and the water in it was bubbling with happiness. He picked up my feet and carefully put my two feet into the foot bath, usually sometimes I am too tired I will soak my feet, and I will sweat in a few moments, but this time how to warm up, how to turn the temperature up, I still feel that my body is very cold.

Zhang Ruolei said to go to the hospital, I said not to go, minor injuries are not in the line of fire, middle-aged and dead wife, a great joy in life.

His jaw dropped: I haven't married yet!

"Stay a little longer, there's fever medicine in the drawer, let's talk about it."

He turned back to the bedroom and pulled out his fever reducer from my bedside drawer.

"Is this it?"

I looked tired and lifted my eyes and nodded.

Zhang Ruolei carefully explained the instructions, then took out two pills according to the amount, and turned around to take warm water.

I took the medicine and held out my hand again.

He asked, what?

I was very weak.

"Instructions."

He laughed and said I see you're fine, you're not confused

。

I gave him a blank look.

"I'm afraid you'll murder your own wife."

He sat next to me.

"Not a wife yet."

He corrected.

This makes me annoyed, but when people are sick, they have no strength to be angry, people sometimes have to get sick, so we know how fragile and small people are in the face of diseases, and people sometimes have to experience natural disasters, and those natural and man-made disasters will make people understand how ignorant and stupid and powerless human beings themselves are.

After taking the medicine, the fever still did not go away. Zhang Ruolei kept swaying in the shadows of the lights like a trapped beast, shaking my heart anxious, and I didn't have the spirit to resist. He crouched down and got down on one knee in front of me.

"Go to the hospital, what are you going to do? I haven't married this daughter-in-law yet! Don't be stupid! ”

I glared at him weakly, but still withered my head into his arms, like a cat.

"You're sick too, it's only when you're sick that I feel completely owned by you."

He whispered above me.

He put his arms around me, his hands tightening.

"But I'd rather you're healthy."

I was so tired and tired that I couldn't keep my eyes open, and I thought that I wanted to fight with the whole world every day when I opened my eyes, and who in this city didn't do that? Every day, I feel that there is not enough time, and I can't wait to give birth for 48 hours a day, so that I can have three heads and six arms, so as to compete with all the malice in this world. People are so tired that they don't have time to rest, until one day they get sick and breathless, and you can even feel that your vitality is leaving you little by little, and then you panic and realize that you don't know what you've been wandering around in this world.

I moved and adjusted my posture. Zhang Ruolei accommodated my body and freed up one hand to get the thermometer on the coffee table.

"Try it, see if the temperature has come down?"

I slurred my acknowledgment from my throat and put the thermometer behind my ear.

"37 degrees 2."

He said.

"It's finally coming down."

I listened to his sigh of relief, stretched out a pair of large hands to pick me up, and the quilt slid on the floor of the hall without a sound, only the huge crystal lamp above his head stared indifferently at everything in the room, and wanted to speak.

That night, he slept very lightly, and when I moved, he followed suit, got up and asked me how I was, and helped me take my temperature once in the middle, and he slept peacefully when the temperature really dropped. But in a moment the sky turned white, the morning sun jumped out of the sky, the earth began to be silent and noisy, and the alarm clock woke me and him.

He was sleepy-eyed, I knew that I had been preparing for the signing of him for many days, and my physical strength had already been exhausted, and I wanted everything to settle down and rest, but I didn't want my body to suddenly become ill again. His eyes were as bloodshot as cobwebs, and I held out my hand, still feeling weak, but it was better than it had been yesterday.

He leaned his elbows up to face me, "How's it going?" He stretched out his other hand, put it on my forehead, and then printed it on his lips.

"It's not burning."

He said with satisfaction.

I smiled weakly, my face swaying with tenderness.

"I'm tired, it's actually a fever, and it's not a big deal."

He rolled over and got up, and said as he got up, "My wife is fine." ”

"I want to talk to you too

Go to work. ”

His eyes widened and he looked at me in disbelief.

"Looking for death? Want to die? Forbid. ”

Without saying a word, I was still dying, trying to fight him, but seeing him was unquestionable, my face was full of anger. So I gave up, not to mention that I was together, and the sweat came down, and I must have been unable to make a good search, so I lay back on the bed again.

"Sick leave, you have to pay me."

He smiled, and two words popped out from between his teeth.

"Money junkies."

"Physical objects always give people a sense of security."

The next thing I want to say is, "People can't do it." ”

But I felt that these words were too bad for the scenery, so I shut up.

He cleaned up and went out to help me cook a bowl of noodles, I ate two bites, and found that the two bites just now were just to give him face, and there was no appetite, and the meal was like swallowing medicine.

Only then did I know that it was a blessing for people to be able to eat. People don't have to be greedy, but they really shouldn't deliberately diet, beauty at the expense of the body, beauty is beautiful, and it is not a kind of sick beauty and psychology.

The premise of all beauty should be health and sunshine.

He didn't force me, I knew that there was a bunch of business waiting for him to deal with, let him go to the company first, and I would call him if there was something.

"Otherwise, I'll send you back to the old man, there is a servant there who can take care of you."

He proposed.

I lazily waved my hand at him.

"No, it's good to be alone. Otherwise, I have to socialize with others, and I don't feel comfortable staying at home, so I don't have to worry about pigs. ”

"Pigs."

He reached out and ruffled my hair, the tips of my hair soaking the heat of his fingertips.

When people leave, they find that the patient needs to be quiet, but they are also afraid of the silence of a person, the surroundings are strange and quiet, and there is no human voice at all, as if you are isolated from the world---- you are either forgotten by the world, or no longer exist in the present world. This makes people panic, feel as if they have been abandoned, and inevitably feel self-pitying.

I know that it is no different from a disease, although it is not a serious illness, but once the alarm bell is sounded, it is enough for us mortal flesh and blood to choke. Otherwise, what else is there to be sick, nothing is not money?

Lying on the bed with a sore back, and unwilling to get up, I couldn't sleep well, everything was in a trance, and everything in front of me began to become no longer real. You say wake up, and you haven't been completely awake, there are thousands of troops in your heart and head, everyone can use their hearts or heads to travel to the past and the future at will, the past is sad, and the future is inevitably worrying.

When I think of the sad place, I will inevitably cry.

Tears with the temperature in my body slipped from the corners of my eyes, to the side of the pillow, wet pillow fibers, I laughed at myself at such an age, fragile and immature, a little illness Gu Ying self-pity like this, it is really useless.

Sleep and wake up, I don't know what the time is, the afternoon sun shines into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I don't like to close the curtains even if I lie in bed during the day, I feel that the sun is originally a gift of nature. The most beautiful things in this world are often impossible to estimate, such as the sun, which shines on the earth, and everything depends on it. In winter, no matter how good the heating facilities are, too

I can't really feel hope and light. The north pays for heating in winter, but human beings have never paid a penny to the sun, but it has no regrets and cares for all sentient beings.

Later, I once told Zhang Ruolei about this, and Zhang Ruolei said that the sun really wants to charge heating fees, and no one dares to pay it.

I was so angry that my face was crimson, and he leaned back and laughed as if he had heard a big joke.

It is said that the earth is the mother and the sky is the father, but I think that if the earth is the mother, then the sun is the father. The earth is the birth, and the sun is the nourishment. Without sunlight, humanity will fall into eternal darkness, and everything will gradually disappear, love and hate, love and hatred, men and women, children or adults, sorrows and joys...... In the end, they will be submerged under a huge black curtain, and they will never be able to live forever.

Not long after the afternoon, Zhang Ruolei came back, naturally holding food in his hand and buying watermelons.

He said I might be a little angry, otherwise I wouldn't.

"I asked, I don't know if the food tastes like it's a burning stomach. Do you cough? If you cough, your lungs may be on fire. ”

I ate and laughed.

"Want to hit someone? What fire? ”

(End of chapter)