Song Sining has had a fever since the middle of the night last night, and the highest fever reached almost 39 degrees.

His stomach was not good, and the doctor did not dare to rashly give him strong antipyretics, so he could only use some mild medicines and carry them by himself.

He lay groggy in bed all night, with nightmares.

I dreamed that when I was fifteen years old, he lived in the small western-style building of his grandmother's house, looking at the green wheat fields in the distance through the old cross-split window on the second floor.

The country road is long, the wheat waves are rolling, and when the warm sunset falls, the green wheat fields are shining with bright broken light, illuminating his heart.

He wanted to keep the moment, so he sat on the windowsill with his sketchbook and painted.

The pencil rustles across the sketch paper, outlining moving curves.

He is painting wheat, painting the warm sun, and also painting teenagers running in the countryside.

The summer wind passed through the window, with the grass fragrance of the wheat waves, always disobediently blowing open the corners of the sketch paper, he patiently pressed the paper, his eyebrows and eyes drooped lightly, and combed the broken hair behind his ears, and wrote and painted like this, from the green wheat to the wheat yellow.

In the dream, the wind with the fragrance of wheat seemed to have slipped through the past three years, blowing away Song Sining's high fever and heat.

But the dream was gone, and he felt so cold when he blew and blew, and he trembled as if he was in an ice cellar.

Then he dreamed of the day of the car accident, the truck hit him, and he was swept under the car, and his eyes were instantly dark, and the tip of his nose was full of blood.

He didn't know what was pressing down on his body, he couldn't move his hands and feet, but he couldn't feel pain, he could only feel the strength flowing out of his body little by little, and his fingertips were cold and stiff.

He tried to keep his eyes open and look ahead, wanting to see a little light.

He was not afraid that he would pass out, but that he would have problems with his eyes, so that he would no longer be able to draw, and it would be better to let him die.

But he was still blind.

The dreams were repeated one after another, until seven o'clock in the morning, Song Sining's high fever subsided, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, the white veil covering his eyes was wet, and it was a little uncomfortable to stick to his eyes.

He was a little panicked, and wanted to call someone to replace the white yarn in front of him, but before he could open his mouth, there was a dull pain in his abdomen, Song Sining snorted and curled up again.

The nanny doctor who was guarding him in the room immediately stepped forward, inquiring about the inquiry, dispensing the medicine, and the doctor grabbed his arm and gave him another injection.

Song Sining bit her lip, feeling much more awake than unconscious.

Although he was groggy and had nightmares in his dreams, at least he didn't feel the stomach pain that was tormenting him, at least he could see it.

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After the painkiller injection, it took about half an hour to take effect.

Song Sining felt better, Aunt Hu helped him sit up, put a bowl of boiled soft porridge in his palm, turned around and asked the doctor about Song Sining's condition.

Speaking of which, it is still those problems, emotions should not fluctuate too much, stomach cramps, inflammation causes high fever.......

Song Sining tossed all night yesterday, not a drop of water entered, his throat was dry and hoarse, he sat at the head of the bed and was stunned for a while, and the memory of last night poured into his head little by little.

He was in so much pain last night, and in a hazy way, he only remembered the hot and comfortable body temperature on Qi Fangyan's body, and the strong arm when he held his waist.

Song Sining's cheeks began to burn, and the roots of his ears were slightly red, he pursed his mouth lightly, afraid that others would see something wrong, so he lowered his head and stirred the porridge in his hand.

The aroma of rice permeated the tip of his nose, Song Sining rarely had a little appetite, holding the porridge in small sips, and the warm porridge water entered his throat, ironing out the uneasiness in his stomach.

Xiao Liu came in at this time.

The door lock of the bedroom was kicked by Qi Fangyan last night, Xiao Liu knocked on the door lightly, and the door shook open by itself.

Song Sining scooped the porridge with his hand, tilted his head slightly to listen to the movement outside the door, but only heard the footsteps of one person.

"Young Master......." Xiao Liu stood at the door with his head down.

Song Sining sighed.

Xiao Liu stood a little restrained and said, "I'm sorry young master, I didn't stop him......."

Song Sining clenched the soup spoon in her hand, was silent for a while and asked her, "Have you said everything that should be said?" ”

"It's all said, young master......."

After another silence, Song Sining continued to ask, "Is he still leaving?" ”

Xiao Liu swallowed his saliva with difficulty, closed his eyes, and said, "Yes." ”

Song Sining suddenly had no appetite at all, and the porridge water that was still mild and soft just now seemed to have turned into a stone piercing the intestines, blocking his stomach and abdomen all the way to his heart, pressing him to gasp, and his stomach began to throb again.

The spoon clinked and fell into the bowl, and he laughed and didn't drink again.

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Qi Fangyan came out of the Song family over the wall.

As Xiao Liu said, Song Sining arranged a few bodyguards at the gate to block him, all of them were as tall and strong as a mountain, although Qi Fangyan was a nail on the fighting field, but he was not stupid enough to face those people with hard steel.

The Song family's garden is too big, there are several gates in the south, east and west, and the online car-hailing driver called Qi Fangyan and said that he couldn't find where he was.

Qi Fangyan didn't want to say more, so he just said: "I'm standing on the side of the road, you can see it if you go around." ”

After hanging up the phone, he patted the ash on his hands, stood under the tree on the side of the road and lit a cigarette, and smoked the cigarette to the bottom, and a small white car appeared at the intersection.

When Qi Fangyan got into the car, the driver looked at him several times from the rearview mirror, and asked confirmatively: "Are you Mr. Qi?" ”

Qi Fangyan sighed.

"You're going to Willow Hill Garden?"

The disbelief in this sentence became more and more obvious, Qi Fangyan raised his eyelids to look at him, and asked, "What's the problem?" ”

The driver was stunned by his sharp gaze, and said repeatedly: "No problem, no problem." ”

Only then did Qi Fangyan retract his gaze, lowered his head and continued to look at his phone.

The driver glanced at Qi Fangyan from the reversing mirror again and breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't ask this because of anything else, it was just that Qi Fangyan was too incompatible with here........

If people's wealth and status are compared to pyramids, then the people who live here are the 0.00001 percent at the top of Ming City, and the travel is a Rolls-Royce, a lengthened Lincoln, and a bodyguard driver accompanies them.

For more than ten years, there has never been a person who calls an online car-hailing here.

In addition, the Liushan Garden where Qi Fangyan is going is also a top luxury community, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and every square meter is sky-high.

Look at Qi Fangyan's red-haired appearance again, with all the bells and whistles, how do you look at how to be incompatible with the four words of a rich child, it is reasonable to appear at the door of an Internet café nightclub, but it is too inconsistent to appear here.

The driver hesitated for a long time, wanting to take him to a police station for a day trip, and finally saw that Qi Fangyan was extraordinary, and his every move was domineering, he really didn't look like a thief, so he gave up.

Jinhua villa area is not close to the distance of Liushan Garden, the road traffic jam is serious, and there are no three hours to arrive.

Qi Fangyan was troublesome, so he instructed the driver to turn the steering wheel halfway through, and went directly to the convoy by changing the route.

The team is located under an abandoned bridge on the Mingcheng River Beach, the place is simple, in the early years it was a large factory to blow plastics, and later the plastic business was sluggish, the owner of the team, Lao Zheng, took a fancy to a large vacant land in front of the factory, and the factory was sold at a low price, which was used externally for the daily sale and maintenance of motorcycles, and was used internally for the rest and practice of the team members.

When I arrived at the team, it was noon, and everyone sat in the factory with lunch boxes in their hands to eat.

It's hot, the air smells of oil, and there is no air conditioning in the shed, just the squeaky squeak of a big old-fashioned fan on the ceiling.

When the people in the convoy saw Qi Fangyan coming, they were all stunned.

Lao Zheng was the first to react, put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, stepped forward and hugged Qi Fangyan's shoulders and quipped: "Young Master Qi, rare guest, why did you think about coming over today?" ”

Qi Fangyan started riding a motorcycle at the age of fourteen or fifteen, he is an old man in the team, his skills have been honed, and there is nothing to learn from staying in the team, especially when Qi Jun has been watching him closely, he rarely comes to the team.

Qi Fangyan took off his coat, threw it on the sofa casually, and said, "Pass by, come and have a look." ”

"What's the matter, you made such a big mistake, your father didn't lock you up, it's unreasonable." Lao Zheng has a big beard and a bold personality, so he can say whatever he wants.

Qi Fangyan's suspension from class is well known, but few people know about the rest of the matter, and Qi Fangyan didn't want to say it, so he replied casually: "Well, I escaped." ”

Lao Zheng laughed, patted him on the shoulder twice and asked, "Have you eaten, just come over and eat together." ”

The meal was very simple, Qi Fangyan didn't pick it, sat down and started eating, and several new boys and girls next to him stared at him all the time, and he didn't eat anymore.

Lao Zheng glanced at those people, bumped Qi Fangyan's shoulder, and introduced Qi Fangyan: "Xiao Qi, these are the new recruits of the team this year, you come to get to know, Yang Tian, Wang Rui, Mo Lanlan, Xiong Wenqiang." ”

There are four people in total, three boys and one girl, these people look older than Qi Fangyan, but they are restrained and young in front of Qi Fangyan, like a group of stunned boys.

Qi Fangyan looked around politely, didn't remember any of the names, and nodded and said, "Got it." ”

After eating, Qi Fangyan didn't say much, put on white cotton gloves to help the team modify the car, and after a while, Lao Zheng came over with the newcomers.

"Xiao Qi, these team members have only been in contact with professional motorcycles for a long time, and they are not very skilled in cornering and pressing, so you are here today, take the time to teach them."

Qi Fangyan's hand that was screwing the screws paused, and said, "I can't teach it." ”

Lao Zheng asked: "Will something happen?" ”

"I didn't bring the car." Qi Fangyan twisted the screws twice vigorously, and the muscles in his arms tensed.

Lao Zheng frowned and asked, "Did you come to the team and ride a bike?" ”

"Yes."

"Where's the car?"

"It's gone."

"You've got a garage of motorcycles, gone? What's going on? Lao Zheng couldn't believe it.

The white gloves were stained with black engine oil, Qi Fangyan rubbed the sweat on his chin with his wrist, and continued to pick out the next screw.

The screws rattled against the toolbox, and he picked up one with one hand, looked at it, and said, "Someone burned it." ”