Gu Yingqing endured until dawn, his breathing was hot, and his skin felt painful when he rubbed against the quilt.

She called Liang Qian and asked her to help call in sick.

Liang Qian listened to her voice, and her strength was weak, and she said with concern, "Are you okay?"

Gu Yingqing said, "I'm fine, the air conditioner is turned on too low, I have a cold, and I have a fever."

"Okay, then you remember to take your medicine."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Yingqing was weak, and her body began to be cold again, making her goosebumps.

In the mid-30s of June, the air conditioner was not only unbearable, but the cold in my bones could not be relieved, so I had to turn it on again.

She propped herself up, took out the winter quilt core in a vacuum bag from the top layer of the wardrobe, wrapped herself in a cold quilt like a cicada chrysalis, and then put the winter quilt on her body.

Awake and sleep until noon, her eyes were opened, and the princess was sitting on the other pillow staring at her.

Her head was swollen, the cold quilt was already soaked, and she lay down in a daze until half past twelve, and the feeder in the living room was full of cat food.

There was a loud noise, but there was no cat shadow ejecting from the bed and rushing out of the door.

Gu Yingqing looked at the princess strangely, its head resting on its paws, and it looked at her lazily with half-open eyes.

Gu Yingqing spent more time at home before going to work, when she first raised a cat, she heard that she couldn't feed cat food all at once, and cats who didn't like to drink water would be short of water if they only ate dry food, so she mainly used wet food to feed freeze-dried rehydration and canned food.

The cat food is less, but the princess prefers it, and when she hears the sound of cat food, no matter where it is, it will definitely flash in front of the rice bowl.

Gu Yingqing has always felt that this cat is more spiritual, and may be able to sense that she is uncomfortable.

She got up and brought the cat to his little dining table and opened a can for it.

Covered in sweat, Gu Ying took a hot bath and ordered a light lunch.

After only a few bites, she felt that her stomach was turning, which felt too familiar, she quickly stopped chopsticks, but after a while, something in her stomach gushed up, she went to the bathroom to pick up the toilet, and spit out all the water she drank and the few mouthfuls of food she ate.

On the contrary, the body is a lot easier.

Gu Yingqing found the stomach medicine and swallowed it, she felt chest tightness, dizziness and eyelids jumping, her body temperature gradually increased, and the fever symptoms struck again, and she fell back into bed.

I don't know if it's a fever or if it's because of her lack of sleep, but when she lies down, she can hear her heartbeat pounding heavily against her eardrums.

As soon as I slept at night, a call came in, Gu Yingqing was in a nightmare just now, and was suddenly forcibly woken up, his heart beat violently, and he panted to touch his phone.

Liang Qian asked, "Aren't you at home?"

"I'm here."

"Then why didn't anyone answer my knock?" Liang Qian said, and reached out to knock on the door again.

Gu Yingqing heard it now, and hurriedly said, "I just fell asleep, I'll open it for you right away."

She smoothed her hair a few times and opened the door for Liang Qian.

The moment Liang Qian saw her, the surprise in her eyes was undisguised, "Why are you like this? Aren't you alright?"

His hair was disheveled, his lips were peeled, his face was pale as a ghost, and his eyes were blue and gloomy, as if he had crawled out of a grave.

Moreover, when she was sick, why did she feel like she had lost a lot of weight?

Gu Yingqing smiled disapprerovingly: "Who can be beautiful even if they are sick?"

Liang Qian thinks so.

Gu Yingqing invited people into the house, and Liang Qiantou came back to her house and brought some gifts, in addition to fruits and food, as well as a bottle of champagne.

Gu Yingqing put things away and went to wash up briefly, and let Liang Qian take care of herself first.

Liang Qian visited around, this community has been looking from the outside for some years, but the interior decoration is still very new, the second set of small area is small, but it is better to have a warm and emotional layout.

When she walked to the door of the study, she saw rice paper hanging on the wall, a stool by the wall, and a few millipens in the pen pot on the floor.

Walking in, she saw books and cups and paper towels on the desk, and there were a few cigarette butts in the ashtray on the side, she first thought it was a man who smoked, because Gu Yingqing didn't smoke, but in a blink of an eye, she saw a box of women's cigarettes in mint green packaging.

Ashtrays near also

There was a glass with liquid residues in it.

Liang Qian reached out and picked it up and sniffed it, raising her eyebrows, quite surprised.

It's wine.

Liang Qian walked to the independent washstand outside the bathroom, looked at Gu Yingqing from the mirror, and saw that her face was dripping with water, holding the washstand and drooping her eyelids in a daze.

Liang Qian said, "I didn't expect you to hide so deeply, you come to smoke and drink in private."

"What?" She suddenly came back to her senses, reached out and took a face towel to wipe her face, and said calmly, "Oh, you said smoking, I have insomnia during this time, I feel dizzy and want to vomit, I will be sleepy, and I will sleep better."

"What's going on?" Liang Qian leaned against the door.

Gu Yingqing wiped the water next to the sink with a face towel, then threw it into the trash can in the corner, and said, "My grandfather's physical condition is not very good, I am a little worried, I always think."

Liang Qian said regretfully, "I'm sorry."

She knew about Gu Yingqing's grandfather's uremia before, no wonder she occasionally felt that she was a little unwilling, her face and appetite were not very good, so if she said it, it was estimated that the situation was not good, and the deadline was approaching.

Liang Qian wanted to say that Cheng Yuesheng had a short business trip, but she felt that it was unnecessary, and Gu Yingqing didn't seem to care much.

Liang Qian stayed for a while and left, taking care of Yingqing very weakly, and asked her to take another day off tomorrow.

Gu Yingqing said okay.

After sending Liang Qian away, Gu Yingqing sat at the dining table and ate a few bites, but he always felt that it was difficult to swallow, and the chest tightness had not been relieved, as if he had to take a deep breath to catch his breath.

At night, her lower eyelids beat violently, and she could feel the tremor of the subcutaneous nerves on her fingertips when she rubbed the eye cream.

Gu Yingqing panicked for no reason, afraid that she would have some kind of illness.

Stop jumping......

She looked at the person in the mirror, exhaled, inhaled, and threw away her thoughts, focusing on calming herself.

But her eyelids still kept jumping, even the upper eyelids jumped with her, and the strings in her head were also stirred by this uncontrollable beating.

Don't jump!

Gu Yingqing screamed in fear and anger, and was so anxious that he slapped the dresser hard, the mirror surface of the one body shook, and the figure inside also shook.

She breathed rapidly, her chest heaved, she felt all the blood rush to her feet, biting her lip to hold back the rest of the sound back into her throat, her throat was itchy, and she couldn't help coughing.

Gu Yingqing hurriedly ran to the study to find a cigarette, took out one, stared at the hand that began to tremble again, immediately lit the cigarette and took a deep breath.

The smell of mint and a certain tea aroma mixed with choking nicotine rushed into the throat and nose, and dizziness and vomiting followed, but the brain and heart seemed to be soothed, gradually quieting and calming down......

On the day she came back from buying the tomb, she couldn't sleep, and the more she read the posts posted by the families of kidney failure patients on the Internet, the more she looked at it, the more insomnia she had.

She stumbled upon a painter on Weibo, who said that he had been too busy and stressed lately, and that smoking a cigarette before going to bed would make him much calmer.

She tried it the next day and it worked.