"It's missing, it's hot in the quilt, don't cover it."

I heard the sound of Duobu stumbling down, her voice was soft and weak, mixed with obvious crying, the quilt was lifted, and the bright light shone on Duobu's tear-stained face, I was so anxious that I quickly got up to wipe her tears. Her eyes were blue, and she was more tired than I was.

"What are you crying about, I didn't cry."

She looked at me for a moment, letting the tears flood in. I couldn't bear it, so I persuaded her, "Go back and rest, I'll be fine."

She shook her head and resolutely refused: "I'm here to guard you, not going anywhere." Don't be afraid, it's not sure if you really have smallpox yet, just wait for Meng Shizi to come. He has superb medical skills, is good at all kinds of incurable diseases, and has the art of resurrecting the dead, which is...... Even if you really have smallpox, he can cure it. ”

I stared at her, with doubts in my heart, and asked bluntly, "Duobu, tell me honestly, you really have smallpox?"

If she hadn't had smallpox and was now infected in order to take care of me, wouldn't I have done her a disservice?

"Of course. Am I still lying to you? ”

She said this, her tone unusually firm.

"Then why don't I remember. We grew up together, why don't I remember anything about it? ”

She grinned and tugged at my hair, "This disease was contracted before we met. How many years older am I, and you can still know about me? ”

I still didn't believe it, for fear that I really had this disease and passed it on to her, so I was uneasy, so I found an excuse to support her to leave.

"I think I'm much better, and I'm not feeling bad now, but I'm a little hungry, so why don't you go and make me something to eat."

"I ordered to go down and let the kitchen prepare for you, I won't leave, I'll stay here with you."

I wrapped the quilt, only revealing one head outside, and said, "But I want to eat the noodles and milk tofu you made, I really want to eat them." Something made by someone else, not to my liking, I don't want to eat. ”

Duobu was a little embarrassed, and said abruptly: "At this time, how can there be milk tofu to eat."

No matter how I tried to make excuses, she just wouldn't leave. I was helpless, I wanted to fall into her arms and roll around, but because of this illness, I had to keep my distance from her. I reached out and grabbed her arm and shook it around, pouting, "I'm hungry, I'm really hungry." I didn't eat dinner, can you bear to see me hungry all the time? As he spoke, he winked at her, pretending to be pitiful.

She couldn't stand my soft grinding and hard bubbles, and finally agreed. Before leaving, he tucked my quilt and said softly: "Huafu is waiting outside, you just have to call her if there is anything." I'm going to get you fresh milk to make milk tofu. You're such a grinder. ”

I stuck out my tongue and didn't say no.

After Duobu left, I dared to cry boldly, I was so scared.

I'm actually very useless, I'm afraid of pain and itching, and I'm even more afraid of death. On weekdays, even if my fingers are cut and the skin is cut, I have to cry wolf to finish it, let alone now. Am I actually getting smallpox?

God, I don't want to die so ugly, even if I die, I want to die beautifully, so I don't want this ugly appearance to go into the coffin.

I had already cried once when I first heard about the disease, and now I cry again, for fear that others will laugh at me. I had to hide in the quilt and cry like a thief, and in the small tent made of the quilt, I was sobbing and choking.

When I was tired of crying, I stopped to rest.

If I really got smallpox, how could it be good, how could I end up scribbling like a flower. But if it weren't for smallpox, I wouldn't have been able to die according to the current situation, but I'm afraid my appearance would have been ruined. I wasn't born pretty, and now I'm going to be disfigured, oh my God, I don't have a face.

There was a sound outside the curtain, the door of the hall was pushed open, I thought it was Duobu coming back, afraid that she would see me crying tears and snot, so I quickly threw the mirror and retracted into the quilt and lay down and pretended to sleep.

"Don't pretend, I saw it when I came in."

It's not a step, but the sound seems to be - Changji.

I rolled over and looked at the visitor with surprise and delight.

How did he come!

I suddenly reacted to my current situation and quickly screamed to stop him: "Don't come, you go away, go away."

Changji was stunned for a moment, calmly, and strode over without hesitation.

I was so frightened that I panicked, and quickly lifted the quilt to wrap myself tightly, and lay down in the quilt and talked to him: "I told you to go out, and I will infect you." You don't want to die. ”

Do I want to see him with this face, no, no, I don't want to face him with such an ugly appearance, although I don't have a good image in his eyes, but I ...... I still want to appear in front of him in the best possible way.

"What are you hiding from me, are you afraid that I will laugh at you?" His voice was as clean and elegant as ever.

I didn't dare to speak, I only pricked up my ears to listen to him. He seemed to sit down, and reached out to pull the quilt, and I curled up in a ball, clutching the futon as hard as I could, and I couldn't let him lift it. Otherwise, he'd be scared to death by me.

"I promise not to laugh at you, it's okay for you to come out."

"I don't!"

I heard him sigh, and then he comforted me softly: "It's okay, even if you really get smallpox, as long as you recuperate with peace of mind and survive the ten days of danger, you will be fine."

I knew he was comforting me, and he must have felt bad to see me like this, but this was smallpox, and it was not an ordinary typhoid fever, and a few people could get through it.

"Alas, there have been a lot of things in the palace recently, and the imperial grandfather asked me to be in charge of the affairs of the Lu Kingdom, I have been busy for a day, tired for a day, and I originally planned to cut interest rates in the palace tonight. But I heard that you were sick, so I rushed over overnight. You really don't want to come out and see me? ”

As soon as I heard his soft voice, I wanted to cry, but I was afraid that he was worried, and I couldn't cry. gritted his teeth and endured it, holding back tears rolling to his knees.

I pressed the quilt to the ground without leaving any gaps, there was no air flow in the quilt, and the heat was unbearable, and I was panting unevenly. But he didn't go, so I couldn't get out to breathe. I'm afraid that before I was tortured to death by smallpox, I had to be covered to death first.

I shouted under the covers, "Go away, I have smallpox, it's contagious."

He said, "I'm not afraid! ”

I had no choice but to enlarge my tricks and scare him, saying, "If you get this disease, you will die."

"I've had smallpox too, out of the way. I can get close to you. ”

"You're a liar, you've had smallpox, how come I don't know."

He didn't speak anymore, he just pulled my quilt hard, and I held on to it, so he had no choice but to give up. "Listen to me, I really had smallpox when I was a child, and now it's not dangerous to me. Otherwise, how could my mother rest assured that I would come over? ”

I struggled to lift the quilt, picked up the pillow on the couch and smashed it at him, "I'll let you go down, I don't want to see you." Are you deaf! Let's go. ”

In order to prevent him from being infected by me, I only gave strict orders. Changji was frightened by my crazy appearance, frowned, and said dumbly: "No, I just want to accompany you......"

"What are you doing with me, die with me. I said let you go, let you go, are you stupid or deaf. Get out of here, don't stay here. ”

I wiped my face and choked up.

He got up to pick up the pillow on the ground, and walked over unhurriedly, without fear.

My eyes were full of tears and I was shaking.

"Don't come, don't come. What are you doing. ”

I stepped back, step by step, until I was leaning against the wall, and there was no way back. Seeing that he was about to approach, he had to repeat his old trick and wanted to get into the bed.

He hurriedly snatched my quilt and threw it back, smashing it to the ground, and this time I had no strength to stop it.

My face is full of shiny chickenpox at the moment, and because I have cried, my eyes are so swollen that I can't see people clearly, which really looks like a pig's head.

Without a quilt as a fig leaf, I covered my face with my hands.

"You go, I don't want to see you." I bit my lower lip and chased him away.

He laughed, and joked very inattentively, "Are you shy?"

His voice was a little hoarse, but he couldn't hide the banter in his voice.

I bowed my head and argued strongly, "I don't."

"Then why are you covering your face, why do you keep your head down and not looking at me?"

"I'm so ugly right now, I don't want you to see this swollen face like a pig's head!"

I sighed, reluctantly acknowledging this reality.

"You care so much about what I think?" He smiled and pretended to be surprised.

"Actually, I don't think it's anything, and it's not very ugly."

He took my hand away and looked at my face.

I was so ashamed that I hurriedly took out the Luo Pa in my sleeve to cover half of my face, only my mouth was exposed, and I didn't dare to raise my head to talk to him after confirming that I was wrapped tightly: "You lie to people, it's obviously ugly."

"I didn't lie to you, it's really not ugly."

"Really?"

I looked up at him suspiciously, and his smile deepened a little, and I said angrily: "Look, you are still laughing, you are clearly laughing at me."

In my unguarded moments, he reached over and tore off the ropa covering my face, waiting to see my face. Stunned for a moment. I was so hurt by this, I must have scared him. He was about to raise his hand to cover his face, but he couldn't help laughing.

"Well, it's ugly."

I gritted my teeth, I was resentful, I was so angry that I stamped my foot, I really wanted to kick him to death.

Forget it, anyway, he saw me like this, and what he was doing to hide it, and laughed with him.

I put my hand on my lap and twitched the corners of my mouth until he finished laughing. It's just—he's laughed too long, too. I waited impatiently and pushed him hard, and he immediately stopped laughing.

I yawned, stretched, and was about to go to bed, when he called me, "Missing ......"

The voice was so long and so strange that I couldn't help but shiver.

He reached over and gently stroked my face, his fingers running across my cheeks like bamboo knots, slowly ruffling the untied hair from my ears.

"You, what are you going to do?"

I shrank back uncomfortably, his hand froze and hesitated in front of my forehead. His fingers were a little cold, and he trembled slightly.

"I ......"