Meng Jingheng felt that something seemed to be slowly rising in his chest, slightly sour, but the aftertaste was full of sweetness. This taste spreads from the mouth of the heart to the limbs and bones, and goes straight to the mind.

The girl with an umbrella in the rain tried to maintain her balance, but she was still a little swaying, like a boat drifting along the current, as if she would be swallowed up by the rain in the next second. Her back and shoulders were wet from the rain, sticking to her body, revealing a hazy complexion.

It's not the same, it's really not at all. The doubts in Meng Jingheng's heart, which had been contemplating at the beginning, suddenly became clear at this moment. He took the umbrella from Jun Bi's hand, wrapped it around her slender waist, and held her in front of him strongly. In her astonished gaze, he leaned over and kissed the chattering little mouth.

Junbi was caught off guard by the kiss, her body leaned back slightly, maintaining the balance of her body, and her eyes were full of shock and confusion.

Meng Jingheng's kiss was like the rain at this time, coming violently, smashing people dizzy. He firmly clamped Junbi's waist, his arms tightly clamped, almost choking her breath, not allowing her to resist anything.

Occasionally, slanting raindrops fell on Junbi's cheeks, and the ponytail hung wet behind her, making her feel extremely heavy. Her eyes fell on the pattern on the tip of the umbrella, fresh and lovely small flowers, elegant and simple colors, but it obscured this beauty.

Meng Jingheng's breath lingered on Jun Bi's face, he was disorganized, but he was extremely enthusiastic. His eyes were closed, and his long, curly eyelashes were wet with rain, making them all the more charming.

He's crazy. This was the first thought that came to Junbi's mind. She's crazy too. Because she gave him a response.

Both of them were drenched in soup and returned home in embarrassment.

Seeing this, Mother Meng hurriedly asked them to change their clothes, went to the kitchen to boil a pot of ginger soup by herself, and stared at them to drink it.

After Junbi sweated, he felt a lot more comfortable. She went back to her room to take a hot bath, and got into the quilt warmly, seeing that it was still early, she was ready to close her eyes and rest first. As for what just happened? She didn't take it too seriously, and it was forgotten in an instant.

Meng Jingheng is not as "forgetful" as Junbi, after he returned to the room, he still felt like falling into the clouds, fluttering like a fairy. He lay on the bed and laughed silly for a long time.

In fact, Junbi's previous guess was only half right, Meng Jingheng did see Song Wenyin and Lu Che getting along intimately, but he didn't feel sad because of this, but confused. It stands to reason that he should be sad and sad, but he didn't feel any of that emotion, as if he was seeing two strangers who had nothing to do with him.

From that moment on, Meng Jingheng fell into deep thought, did he really like Song Wenyin? Or, the feeling of being nervous when I saw her, is it just a good feeling, or a liking?

Meng Jingheng was naughty when she was a child, and Junbi was also a delicate and willful little girl, but Lu Che and Song Wenyin, although they were only one year older than them, were far more mature and stable than them, and they were more sensible.

So in Meng Jingheng's memory, he and Junbi got into trouble, and Lu Che and Song Wenyin have always been behind them, taking care of them and being their good brothers and sisters.

Especially Song Wenyin, she is very good to Meng Jingheng, Lu Che always reprimands him gently, and Song Wenyin will comfort him gently. Over time, he felt that he liked Song Wenyin. When he sees her happy, he will be happy, and when he sees her sad, he feels sad.

Later, Meng Jingheng stubbornly refused to call Sister Wenyin and began to gradually alienate Lu Che, because he couldn't accept that Song Wenyin was no longer his closest person, and he didn't want to accept the fact that she was with Lu Che.

Meng Jingheng thought that this was like it when he was ignorant, but he completely ignored one of the most important things, that is, heartbeat.

Meng Jingheng will be nervous and shy when he sees Song Wenyin, just like a child seeing an elder who teaches him to grow up, with respect. He had never been attracted to Song Wenyin, and he never wanted to have any intimate contact with her, so in the haunted house, Song Wenyin suddenly hugged him, which made him so helpless. He felt a sense of guilt. As for why he thought like this, he didn't understand it before, but now he completely understands.

Junbi didn't know that Meng Jingheng was full of thoughts here, so he rested early. On the other side, Meng Jingheng obviously overestimated his resistance, and after experiencing the double baptism of exposure and heavy rain, he caught a cold very well.

Meng Jingheng had a high fever at night, burned in a daze, and kept muttering vague words in his mouth, Jun Bi leaned over and listened carefully, vaguely seemed to be able to hear his name, and secretly said that he still had a little conscience.

The Meng family's parents sent Meng Jingheng to the hospital overnight and hung up the emergency department, Junbi was not at ease, so he also went with him.

The night was dark, and Meng Jingheng, who had been injected with fever, stabilized a little, because the Meng family's parents were going to work tomorrow, and Junbi, who had entered the summer vacation, thought about it and decided to stay with him for the night.

After explaining to Meng's mother for a long time, and repeatedly reassuring that she was fine, Meng's mother reluctantly agreed to Junbi's request, and asked Meng's father to bring the spare clothes and toiletries for the two.

There is no difficulty in accompanying the night, Meng Jingheng slept grogily, and he was honest all night. Junbi is always awake, if there is any movement, she can also find it in time, and every once in a while she will get up to see Meng Jingheng's state. Later, she simply gave up the small bed, lay down next to Meng Jingheng to take care of her, and took a nap when she was tired.

Meng Jingheng slept until noon the next day, woke up slightly, felt a burst of cold and heat on his body, his forehead was swollen and painful, and blurred light and shadow shook in front of his eyes, at first it was Song Wenyin and Lu Che, and then he became Junbi, and then he fell asleep in a daze.

When Meng Jingheng opened his eyelids again, the sun had already set.

At this time, Junbi was guarding his side, flipping through a book in his hand, and when he heard him snort vaguely, he immediately raised his head, "Awake?" ”

Junbi put down the book, and saw that Meng Jingheng's lips were a little dry, so he picked up warm water from the bedside table, held the back of his neck, and brought the rim of the cup to his lips. Before, she dipped a cotton swab in water every once in a while to moisten his lips to prevent them from drying out.

Meng Jingheng probably didn't have much strength after experiencing a high fever, so he was extremely well-behaved and cooperated, and silently drank the water in the cup. His face was pale and pale, with a somewhat sickly look between his eyebrows, and he looked much weaker, and because he had just woken up, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of moisture, and he hung down innocently, like a soft and glutinous little milk dog.

Jun Bi resisted the urge to rub the top of Meng Jingheng's head, and poured him another glass of water.

The warm water slid into his throat, moistening the dryness in his mouth, and compared to the hot pain just now, Meng Jingheng instantly felt much more comfortable. He let out a sigh of relief, lifting his eyelids a little tiredly.

Junbi carefully helped Meng Jingheng up, put a pillow behind his back, and let him lean on. She reached out and touched Meng Jingheng's forehead, which was still a little hot, frowning between her eyebrows, "Why is there still a little fever...... She flipped the back of her hand and put it on Meng Jingheng's cheek, as if she wanted to cool him down, "Do you want to drink some rice soup?" ”

Meng Jingheng can only eat some liquid food for the time being, his tonsils are inflamed, his throat is swollen and painful, and it will be difficult to swallow the thick porridge. Junbi prepared some rice soup so that he could pad his stomach.