He took a deep look, then grabbed the umbrella in his hand, and there was still the warmth she left behind, and when he turned around, the thin and tall figure quickly fell into darkness.

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Xia Yu was reading in class, and he always felt a kind of coolness on his body, his head was faintly dizzy, and he lay on the table weakly.

Nie Ruyi came back from fetching hot water, saw her lying on her stomach, touched her shoulder, and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"I don't know, it feels a little cold, is it because of the rain?" Xia Yu looked up at her, her face listless.

"No, I feel hotter today, look out the window, it's so big, you see I'm wearing chiffon, and I still feel hot."

Nie Ruyi glanced at her strangely, and reached out to touch her forehead, which was slightly cold, but it didn't look like a cold and fever, "You didn't go out in the rain yesterday, did you?" ”

"Nope." Xia Yu responded casually, but suddenly thought that she went to deliver an umbrella to He Yi'an last night, and stood outside for a long time, and she didn't know when he would go back, so she was waiting there. "But the wind is blowing."

The road back to the community should not be regarded as rain, and the rain is still very small.

"Then you sleep for a while, and I'll wake you up later."

"Okay." Xia Yu muttered softly, closed his eyes and rested.

The whole day of classes passed in a mess.

Xia Yu always felt sore and weak, followed behind He Yi'an, and occasionally ran away, stepping very slowly, separated from him by a long distance.

When he was at the corner of the street, when he met the traffic light, He Yi'an put down his feet and supported the ground, his ears were exceptionally clean today, and Xia Yu didn't talk to him all the way.

He turned around slightly, and saw Xia Yu not far away, her eyes were lowered, her face was a little pale, just like last night, she raised her hand and gently rubbed her temples, and the whole person didn't look energetic.

Usually she should be energetic and chattering in his ear, but today he suddenly stopped talking, and he always felt as if there was something missing.

The corners of his mouth moved a few times, swallowed the words in his throat, and turned to walk to the other side lightly.

Xia Yu followed unhurriedly and arrived at the mouth of the alley, and she, as usual, waited for him to stand at the door before leaving.

When she walked, her steps were light and fluttering, not very calm, and she felt that her head was getting more and more dizzy, she shook her head gently, picked up the bicycle, and drove towards her home.

He Yi'an, who was behind him, watched this scene, bit his lip lightly, and finally didn't say anything.

Xia Yu got home, threw down his schoolbag and ran to his sofa, lay down for a while, felt that his stomach was not hungry, and he wanted to sleep.

She drank a glass of boiling water and fell asleep.

She didn't sleep well all night, had several nightmares, and the cold sweat broke out on her back, and she woke up two or three times during this period, and then fell into a groggy sleep.

Early in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time, after Xia Yu got out of the quilt and pressed it off, her head was very heavy, her head was still dizzy, and her body was sore.

I touched my forehead, it was hot.

It looks like it's a real cold.

She closed her eyes, reached for the phone resting on the table, vaguely found the number of the head teacher, dialed to ask for leave, and her voice was hoarse.

Xia Yu thought that this should be the power of love.

Last time, I lied to the teacher to ask for sick leave, but I didn't expect to be really sick the next day.

"Jiang Yuan, Jiang Yuan!" Liang Tao had just returned from the classroom next door, and after sitting down, he pulled Jiang Yuan's arm.

"What's wrong?" He is used to Liang Tao's gossip heart, just like a Bai Xiaosheng, and he is so well-informed.

"The goddess of Xia Yu has taken a leave of absence, I heard that she is sick." Liang Tao looked at the back table, and He Yi'an was sleeping on the table.

"Well, everyone gets sick and colds, okay." Jiang Yuan replied lightly.

He Yi'an's hand moved slightly, and a subtle feeling flashed in his heart, he had noticed her strangeness since he went home last night.

Sure enough, it was sick.

Speaking of which, the disease was caused by him.

As soon as the school bell rang, the students ran out of the classroom door like wild horses off the leash, one by one faster than the other.

He Yi'an had nothing to do this afternoon, and went home before Jiang Yuan and Liang Tao.

A man riding leisurely through the streets, just came to a stop at the crossroads, was tapped on the shoulder, he turned around, and a pale and bloodless face came into view.

He clenched his grip slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Are you a ghost?" He spit out a few words coldly.

"What the hell, I'm here to take you home." Xia Yu propped his feet on the ground and looked up at He Yi'an with a small face.

After sleeping all day, except for the dizziness that eased a little, her forehead was still hot, and she was still empty.

I was about to come out to buy some medicine, but the nearby pharmacy was closed, thinking that at this time, He Yi'an was out of class, and he came to the street to try his luck, if he could meet him.

Sure enough, luck was a blast.

As soon as I raised my eyes, I saw the person I was thinking about, and if I hadn't seen him for a day, it was as if a century had passed.

He was dressed in a sunny day, with a white shirt, light blue denim, and a few hollow holes in his knees.

But there was still a faint expression on his face, and he was full of cold breath.

"What are you doing?" He Yi'an glanced at her lightly, and fell on the cyan under her eyelids, her current state can be said to be worse than yesterday's.

"Dry ...... You! Xia Yu stared at his chin, suddenly became playful, bit his lower lip, and said that frivolous word.

"......" He Yi'an's face instantly turned pale.

He saw the red light flashing, and then stepped on the mountain bike and passed by Xia Yu quickly.

"Don't do that, wait for me!" Xia Yu shouted in the back, but the figure in front didn't stop.

Xia Yu had no choice but to speed up, not far from him, and said coquettishly to He Yi'an.

"He Yi'an, my head is still dizzy."

"Talk to me."

"For the sake of me still having a fever, give me a word of charity."

The more he talked about it, the more pitiful the tone became.

There was a hint of hoarseness in her delicate voice.

The person in front of him suddenly braked, making a piercing sound, He Yi'an turned around and looked at Xia Yu indifferently.

"Xia Yu, are you stupid?" There was no trace of warmth in the reprimand.

"Not really." Xia Yu raised his eyes and replied seriously, his pale face was weak, he didn't step on his feet very hard, and he didn't have any strength.

"My forehead is really hot, there is no medicine at home, and the pharmacy is closed."

She stepped forward and took his hand and put it on her forehead, and it was hot.

"You think this ghost look of yours will cause me to be grateful?" He Yi'an retracted his hand coldly, stuck it in his trouser pocket, and coldly spit out two words at her, "Dream!" ”

Xia Yu pursed her mouth aggrievedly, a trace of loss flashed in her eyes, but she hid it well in her eyes, "If you don't care, you don't care, what is fierce, I'll go by myself." ”