"I'm going to be hospitalized for a few days, and I'll go home to get some change of clothes, and it's definitely uncomfortable to sweat so much."

"Uh-huh." Lang Yangyang nodded, the aftermath of the high fever had not yet passed, and what was waiting for him was endless sleep.

Zhuang Shuo went back to get the clothes, and contacted Youyou to tell him about the situation, and asked them to look at the store for Lang Yangyang.

After the meeting yesterday, there was nothing to do for the time being, and Xiao Jia could handle most things, Zhuang Shuo was relieved to accompany Lang Yangyang in the hospital.

He knew that this was not just a high physical fever, maybe it was really to pull out the thorn in his heart, flesh and blood were connected, and it was going to hurt for a while.

As soon as seven o'clock, Zhuang Shuo brought his clothes over.

I probably didn't stop in the middle, and I came back when I got my clothes when I got home.

Lang Yangyang was still asleep, but he couldn't sleep steadily, his eyeballs under his eyelids were always fluttering, and the fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose were constant.

Even in my dreams, I sighed.

"What did you dream about?" Zhuang Shuo whispered to himself, and gently stroked the wet broken hair on Lang Yangyang's forehead.

At eight o'clock, the nurse had just put on the indwelling needle, and the second aunt also arrived.

"Is the fever gone?" The second aunt handed the insulated lunch box she brought to Zhuang Shuo, sat on the edge of the bed, and probed Lang Yangyang's forehead with her hand.

Lang Yangyang smiled: "Much better, aunt." ”

The second aunt smiled bitterly: "Did you burn badly last night?" I've heard of this kind of thing, and sometimes it's a little weird......"

"Don't talk about that, auntie, I just have a cold." Lang Yangyang shook the second aunt's hand.

The second aunt looked at Lang Yangyang, "Yes, it's okay." Fever is also detoxification, and when the dirt is burned away, everything will be fine. ”

Zhuang Shuo also agreed: "My mother said the same thing. ”

Lang Yangyang looked up at him: "You told your parents?" ”

Zhuang Shuo: "That's it, now I don't want to go to their place for dinner tomorrow." ”

"Yes," Lang Yangyang closed his eyes tiredly: "Then you remember to tell them that I have a fever and it's fine." ”

Zhuang Shuo: "I said, they said they would cook at noon and bring it over." ”

Hearing that there were other people who cared about Lang Yangyang, the second aunt herself was also happy, and finally smiled sincerely.

"Look, it's nice that someone in the hospital will send three meals."

After saying that, the second aunt went to the window to answer the phone.

Lang Yangyang also smiled.

Zhuang Shuo took out the chicken soup and green vegetable porridge and wanted to feed Lang Yangyang.

"I eat it myself, and it's my left hand that gets the drip." Lang Yangyang said.

It's just that he has a fever, his hands and feet are not broken, and Lang Yangyang reached for the spoon.

Zhuang Shuo didn't force it, helped him hold the bowl and let him eat a little by himself.

After a while, Lang Yangyang's porridge had not yet been drunk, and a new patient came to the next bed, a child of seven or eight years old, who also had a fever.

The child was crying, refusing to leave his mother's arms and go to lie on the bed, his parents coaxed him well, and I hugged you after you finished hugging.

Lang Yangyang looked at it for a while, thinking that when he was so old, he didn't dare to cry like this for a long time, for fear that crying would make his grandfather angry, and that he would say how you are the same as your father.

Soon the nurse came to insert the needle, the child quieted down, and the second aunt's call ended.

The second aunt came over: "The second grandmother asked me to come over." ”

Lang Yangyang nodded: "What did they say?" ”

"The old man may still be a little more conservative, saying that people should return to their roots, and saying that grandpa has instructed us to bring the ashes back." After the second aunt finished speaking, she sighed, "I'll talk about it again, if grandpa knew that his son became like this later, he probably wouldn't want to be buried together." ”

Lang Yangyang didn't speak, but the thoughts were written on his face, and Zhuang Shuo and the second aunt could see it.

The second aunt pursed her lips: "I'll go back and discuss it first, they only know that he died in prison, and they don't know what he did, maybe they don't want it if they know." ”

The connections and families in small cities are close, and the older generation of Lang Yangyang and Zhuang Shuo happened to be the ones who walked from the countryside to the city, and they had a high degree of attachment to their hometown.

The second aunt went back.

"Grandma and cousin are old, and they are nostalgic and soft-hearted, but they are still sensible and fine." Zhuang Shuo sat down on the bench next to the bed.

A large portion of porridge Lang Yangyang only ate half of it, Zhuang Shuo cleaned up the rest and packed up the lunch box.

Lang Yangyang snorted, his head was very heavy, as if he couldn't bear such complex thinking, and even his eyes were dull.

"I'm so sleepy."

Only one night, a green stubble appeared on Zhuang Shuo's chin, and he tucked the quilt for Lang Yangyang, "Sleep, I'm here with you, I'm also looking at your mobile phone, I'll tell you something, don't worry." ”

Lang Yangyang slept groggily for a long time, and when he woke up again, it was already twelve o'clock, and the drip had been completed, Zhuang Shuo lay on the side of the bed and slept.

After lying down for too long, his back hurts, but he didn't dare to move, for fear that Zhuang Shuo would wake up if he moved slightly.

Because Zhuang Shuo's hand was on his lap.

Lang Yangyang looked at Zhuang Shuo's face quietly, he was busy with the project two days ago, and finally ended up with a fever in the middle of the night.

Zhuang Shuo, who has always been full of vitality, also looked haggard at the moment.

Lang Yangyang loved him in his heart and thanked him, looking at his face like this, he felt a lot more at ease.

The child next door should have gone home, the ward was very quiet, Lang Yangyang felt that his head was a little looser, but his body was still very heavy, and the temperature did not drop to normal temperature.

After staying like this for a while, Lang Yangyang found that someone was probing in at the door of the ward.

It was Zhuang Shuo's mother who came.

Lang Yangyang beckoned gently: "Mom." ”

In the first two or three months of marriage with Zhuang Shuo, Lang Yangyang couldn't wait to be called "Mom", and he hadn't been called since he was a child, and it was a flash marriage, so it was difficult to adapt for a while.

But Zhuang's father and Zhuang's mother are very easy-going, saying that it is okay to call aunt and uncle, how to come as smoothly as possible.

It was after the second aunt was deceived that the two families often got together, listening to Zhuang Shuo calling his parents, and Lang Yangyang slowly got used to it.

His voice and movements were gentle, but Zhuang Shuo immediately woke up and looked at Lang Yangyang: "What's wrong?" Toilet? ”

"Mom and Dad are here." Lang Yangyang said.

Zhuang Ma Zhuang and Zhuang Dad walked in, carrying a large insulated box and cut fruit.

Zhuang's mother muttered: "Why is it so sudden, we were all scared to death when Zhuang Shuo told us." ”

"Are you feeling better now?" Dad Zhuang asked, go to the bedside table and put out lunch.

Lang Yangyang's lips were pale, because of the high fever and sweating too much, lack of water, and his lips were dry and skinny.

He smiled and said, "It's much better, the temperature dropped last night." ”

The two elders had also heard Zhuang Shuo and the second aunt talk about Lang Zhiwen's death, but they didn't say anything, for fear that if something was wrong, Lang Yangyang would be sad.

Their family atmosphere is very good, and sometimes they can't completely put themselves in Lang Yangyang's perspective to think about problems.

It's just that Zhuang's mother is anxious, and seeing Lang Yangyang's haggard face, she couldn't help but say: "How can I be willing to let you be like this, it's true." ”

Lang Yangyang understood as soon as he heard it, but he just smiled and didn't speak.

Many years ago, he also wanted to ask countless times, asking them how they were willing to do it, was he born unblessed?

I'm a lot more accommodating now, but I feel really sick and uncomfortable.

After thinking about it, he opened his mouth to comfort the elders, "It's okay, it's just a fever, and it will be fine in two days." ”

"Yes, Mom, how can anyone not get sick." Zhuang Shuo also said.

Mother Zhuang thought about it, sighed and relaxed, and said with a smile: "Yes, there is this saying in our ancient Chinese saying, fever is the body detoxification, some things are congested in the body, will block people, a sickness may be a good thing, get rid of these things, we will be healthy in the future." ”

The second aunt had just said this, and Lang Yangyang and Zhuang Shuo began to feel that it made sense.

Zhuang's mother and Zhuang's father made lunch, all of which were light dishes, stewed a pork rib soup, and said that they needed to eat some meat to recover.

But Lang Yangyang had a bad appetite and couldn't eat much, and when he ate the back, he felt a little guilty when he looked at these dishes.

People worked so hard to make it, but they didn't eat a few bites.

"Can't you eat it?" Zhuang's mother sat on the edge of the bed.

Before Lang Yangyang could speak, Zhuang Shuo said first, "Mom, Yangyang is sick and has a bad appetite, and it's good to be able to eat so much." ”

"I know." Zhuang's mother was disgusted, and couldn't help laughing at him when she was done: "You don't need to be in such a hurry to give Yangyang a head, make me look like a bad mother-in-law." ”

Their family always gets along so easily and interestingly, Lang Yangyang couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that he was happy, Zhuang's mother continued: "I mean if I can't eat it, I won't eat it, I cut the fruit, oranges, strawberries, cherries, and eat some fruit." ”

"Thank you, Mom." Lang Yangyang took the box of fruits, everything was washed and cut neatly, and it was still very fresh, probably before going out.

Zhuang's mother said, "I also brought yogurt, which is the delicious one you bought for us." ”

Lang Yangyang smiled and nodded, eating a piece of orange, and instantly felt a lot more refreshing in his mouth.

"Zhuang Shuo, eat the rest of the food, don't waste it." Zhuang's father sat on the chair at the end of the bed and said.

Zhuang Shuo smiled: "Okay, I know." ”

Everyone in the ward chatted quietly, you and I said a word, and Lang Yangyang's mood was much better.

After eating, my parents were going home and said that they would bring food in the evening.

"No need Mom, let's just do it ourselves." Zhuang Shuo said.

Lang Yangyang also added: "Mmmm, it's too troublesome. ”

Zhuang's mother waved her hand: "What's the trouble, I have a lot of time to retire." By the way, did your second aunt come here in the morning? ”

As soon as the words fell, the second aunt appeared at the door, her face was not very good, and when she saw Zhuang's mother, she pulled out a smile, "Sister is here." ”

"How?" Zhuang's mother asked directly in a hurry.

After speaking, he reacted and turned to look at Lang Yangyang.

Lang Yangyang had already guessed it, and he didn't mind them talking about this in front of him, and he had already seen this matter more openly.

It's just that the sudden high fever makes him look hurt.

"Auntie, what do you say about the second grandmother?" Lang Yangyang took the initiative to ask, showing that he really didn't mind, and he wasn't so sensitive.