System: Host, don't you feel the obsessive gaze behind you? In my opinion, that person is definitely interesting to you.

Dill stopped: Nanzhi, I don't think you will starve to death when you return to the field in the future.

System:? What does host: What does this mean?

The corners of Dill lips raised slightly: Let's be clear, you can probably be a matchmaker after you retire.

The image of the matchmaker in the script unconsciously appeared in the brains of the system, with a fat body, round facial features, and most importantly, a matchmaker mole the size of a fingernail at the corner of the mouth!

Nanzhi looked at the small mirror in his own space, a face with clear eyebrows, there is half a point similar to the matchmaker, the host is really blind.

……

At the moment when Dill walked down the stairs to the door of the house, and was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, the person in the door opened the door from the inside.

The moment she saw Zhang's mother, Dill was stunned for a moment.

Is that sloppy and haggard woman with red and swollen eyes, tear-stained face, and messy hair really Mother Zhang, who pays attention to appearance and is full of temperament on weekdays?

The wall clock on the table silently points to the position of the number five.

Dill thought that after she came, she would be greeted with a scolding from Zhang's mother or a dark beating, but no.

Zhang's mother just jumped up and hugged her tightly, hugged her with both hands, and then silently, her shoulders were silently soaked.

Dill stood stiff all the time, neither breaking away from her mother's embrace nor reaching out to hold her. Just standing, seemingly just watching all this, unresponsive.

After a long time, Zhang's mother let go of the dill, wiped a few tears with the back of her hand, and her voice trembled with crying: "It's good to come back, it's good to come back......"

Dill still stood silently, letting Zhang's mother pull her arm and drag herself into the house.

Dill sat quietly on the sofa and watched Zhang's mother call Zhang's father.

A few minutes later, Zhang's father appeared in Dill's sight.

The soaking wet, muddy man, with a little bruise on his exposed arms, hurried up to Dill without even bothering to change his shoes.

The man who has always been serious and loves face is standing in front of his daughter at a loss, crying like a child.

In the depths of Dill's indifferent eyes, something sour suddenly broke through the ground, and she lowered her head slightly, looking at her white and slender fingers.

At first, the fingers were clear and the joints could be clearly distinguished, but then the fingers began to blur, and gradually even the general outline of the palm could not be seen clearly.

Dill stood up and walked straight to her room. Then, the door was closed, isolating the images and sounds in the living room.

Take off your wet clothes as if nothing happened, cover yourself with a quilt, and close your eyes.

This night, the house was exceptionally quiet, except for the occasional dog barking in the yard and the noise of the machine when the refrigerator was cooling, even the wheezing of people was silent.

Half-asleep and half-awake, Dill felt that she was in a scorching furnace for a while, and then in the cold winter of Sanjiu, alternating between extreme cold and extreme heat on her body, and even a dull pain in her forehead.

Dill stretched out a hand from the quilt and gently touched her forehead.

Sure enough, the original owner's body had a fever.