He Zheng's fingertips touched the skin behind her ear, and there was indeed a small bump there.

It should be the "lucky mole".

He was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly quickly withdrew his hand.

"What's wrong?" The girl asked in surprise.

“…… My hands, very dirty. He Zheng said in a low voice.

His hands were dirty.

Not only is it stained with mud, but it is also ...... Blood.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of getting dirty." The girl laughed crisply, and suddenly, in a surprised tone, said, "The rain has stopped, wow, there are many stars in the sky." ”

Her heart sent out a heartfelt emotion.

[It's so beautiful——]

"Really?" He Zheng tried to look up, but he couldn't see anything, and it was still dark in front of him.

"Ah, it's a shame you can't see them." The girl was a little regretful, "Maybe it's because it has just rained, and now it looks so clear and beautiful, and the sky is full of stars, like many sparkling gems." ”

He Zheng was silent for a while, and suddenly spoke: "What's your name......?"

At this moment, the girl's mobile phone suddenly rang.

"I'm sorry, grandma is impatient, I'm going to go first." The girl answered the phone and said seriously.

"Brother, you must be happy. Abba said that life is short, so let's not waste time on sadness and resentment, but be happy every day to be worthy of our life. I'm leaving. ”

He Zheng stood there, listening to her footsteps gradually disappear into the darkness in front of him.

There was still a murky darkness in front of him.

But at this moment, I seemed to clearly see in my heart the dark night sky, the little by little twinkling starlight, blooming with a faint light.

The light is like a light hidden deep in the darkest part of one's soul.

He remembered that a poet had said.

Even if we are in the gutter, don't forget to look up at the stars.

……

This night, Meng Yao didn't sleep well, she would wake up every hour or so, and then get up by the way to measure He Zheng's temperature.

His temperature was getting lower and lower each time, but it was still about thirty-eight degrees.

After the last measurement, Meng Yao looked at her phone, it was almost seven o'clock, she didn't sleep again, but got up and looked at He Zheng's situation again.

He was still groggy and asleep, his hair was a little messy, his fair face was still a little bloodless, his lips were a little dry, and his chin was a faint blue, but he unexpectedly looked fragile in beauty.

Meng Yao glanced at it a few times, then quietly got up and went out.

When He Zheng woke up, it was already sunny outside the window.

Perhaps because of the antipyretic patches and antipyretics, he didn't feel as drowsy as last night, but instead of getting up immediately, he closed his eyes again and sighed heavily.

It's been a long time since he's dreamed of the past......

Suddenly, He Zheng thought of something and opened his eyes.

He vaguely remembered that Meng Yao seemed to have been here yesterday?

I sat up and looked around, there was no one and the room was quiet.

Is it just my own delusion?

But the next moment, his eyes fell on the messy quilt and blanket on the ground, as well as the dismantled antipyretic patch on the bedside table, the remaining small half bowl of water, the basin and towel, and the change of clothes......

He Zheng's eyes froze.

After a while, I slowly passed over these things one by one, and my heart couldn't help but feel a little warm, and I laughed softly.