Alcohol smearing the forehead is also a more effective way to reduce fever, but in this era, it is estimated that it is not so easy to find, and the only way to use a strip of cloth to absorb cold water is to apply cold water to Xie Qunxiang's face and absorb her heat. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The cloth felt a little warm, so she filtered the heat in the cold water again, removed the excess water and then applied it to her forehead, so after half an hour, Xie Qunxiang's forehead was slightly high, and the burning cloud-like face was a little lighter, but this was still far from enough, at least, she was still confused, and her mouth was still dreaming and repeating the sentence: "Can I love you Sanshao, can I love you Sanshao, Sanshao ......"

Classmate Meng's eyes stared at her delicate face, this is a beautiful face, but also a face occupied by all kinds of contradictions, her husband is gone, one of her children died, what makes her even more painful and tangled is that when she was most lonely and tortured to the edge by all kinds of pain, she actually fell in love so carelessly, fell in love with the enemy, and fell in love with someone who should not be loved and could not be loved!

Meng sighed softly, and gently held one of her hands, the soft little hands were also overflowing with heat, and the wrist pulse was rapid and slow, almost losing its rules.

It was a very bad omen, either she would sleep forever and become a vegetative person, or she would be cerebral paralyzed and her life would be tormented by illness in a fractured form until the last moment of her life dissipated.

Either way, it's not what Dream wants to see.

Love is without sin.

Xie Qunxiang and Fang Rushi's love for him can be said to be two completely different concepts of love.

Xie Qunxiang's love is the love that she comes out of her self-control from the heart, and this kind of love is the most real.

And Fang Rushi's love is born from hate, perhaps, to put it more appropriately, it is just a kind of soul sustenance.

What's more, in Xie Qunxiang's body, classmate Meng is really the first to lose.

If it weren't for the overall situation of "Washing the Pulp Sutra" by classmate Meng, would her husband Shen Menglong die young?

If it weren't for the revenge of his father, wouldn't Shen Kaihuan join forces with Chang Wuxin to kill the Feng family brothers and sisters?

Perhaps, more or less students will be dissatisfied and ask: This is not to blame for the layout of the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" by other students, and they blindly bumped into it one by one with their heads blindfolded, and it is not their own greed, who is to blame?

Eh, does this mean, is it reminiscent of the coolly dressed beauties on the bus, awakening the long-sealed obscenity in the depths of the souls of some uncles?

We will not investigate whether the responsibility lies with the uncle's own obscenity, but, at least, the beautiful woman's cool clothes always need to share a little responsibility for inducing.

Let's change a more realistic analogy, if there is such a person, who is very arrogant, a pile of red and gorgeous Grandpa Mao is inserted behind the buttocks and half of it is exposed, swaggering through the market, doing that, how can you make the people on the street embarrassed, if he can still go home without hurting a hair, doesn't it mean that Grandpa Mao's charm is no longer there?

Kindness is a traditional Chinese virtue, even if there is no professional pickpocket present, the kind people will come forward and give him a profound lesson, let him know that Grandpa Mao must be respected.

So, Yume-san committed a mistake of inducing a crime.

Yuyan said softly: "Sanshao, how is my mother?"

Classmate Meng frowned, his face was silent, as if he was thinking about something, and finally his eyes showed a trace of ruthlessness, bit his lip, and pulled Xie Qunxiang's hand out of the bed, and then, with a slight stroke of his nails on her wrist, with a "snort", red blood rushed out.

Bloodletting.

This is the most helpless way to reduce fever, and it is also one of the ways to stabilize emotions when the dream classmate was a killer in the previous life, and he encountered a high fever in the jungle ambush.

Although blood loss can bring a lot of physical exertion, sometimes, emotional imbalance and mental loss can lead to more serious and even fatal consequences than physical exertion.

Shen Yuyan and Shen Kaile were suddenly startled, not knowing what he was going to do, anyway, seeing their mother's red cloth face quickly retreating due to the loss of a large amount of blood, and then, it slowly turned pale.

Seeing that her face was starting to turn pale, classmate Meng tightened his fingers, pinched her blood vessels, stopped the bleeding, tore off a piece of cloth on him, gently wrapped Xie Qunxiang's wrist, and then put it on the bed, pulled the quilt over and covered it gently, and said softly: "Your brothers and sisters have taken care of her for several days and nights, and you should be tired and unstoppable, just go back to your room to rest, here, leave it to me." ”

Shen Kaile hesitated for a moment and said, "Sanshao, my mother ...... her."

Meng looked up at him and said, "Do you know what your mother likes to eat?"

"Eh-" Shen Kaile didn't expect that at this time, San Shao would actually ask such a nonsensical question. A little caught off guard, he said, "This, this, it seems to be ......"

Classmate Meng didn't blame him, because, not only Shen Kaile, it is estimated that many children in the world don't know very well that the people who live with them and accompany them day and night are the parents who are closest to and love them the most, and what they like to eat the most.

Ignoring the closest people and things is always a shortcoming of human beings.

The worst thing is that although Meng has traveled to this era for nearly a year, unfortunately, he is not a foodie, most of his time is spent running around, and he has not carefully studied the characteristics of food culture in this era, so he can't say a good suggestion, in the end, he had to wave his hand, indiscriminately make a guest appearance in a local foodie, and said: "Chairman Mao said, there is no better than Peking Opera, and no more delicious than dumplings, just make a leek dumpling." ”

Shen Kaile said: "Who is Chairman Mao?"

Shen Yuyan said: "Leek dumplings?"

Classmate Meng felt a big head for a while, how could he explain Chairman Mao, could it be that he would talk to them at night and explain the development of China's civilization history in the next few hundred years?

It is said that Kublai Khan's descendants were overthrown by Zhang Wuji's parishioner Zhu Chongba and established the Ming Dynasty, and then, three hundred years later, the Ming Dynasty was colluded with the Manchus by Wu Sangui, the concubine of Chen Yuanyuan, a woman in the dust, to enter the Central Plains, bringing China into the darkest era, and endured a hundred years of humiliation, and then, under the leadership of Chairman Mao, the sons and daughters of China became self-reliant and self-reliant, and stood on the world stage again with a new look!

If Meng did this, not to mention how long it would take, it is estimated that the biggest highlight is that the Shen brothers and sisters will take action immediately, call 110 to call the police, uh, no, it is to report to the official, and send Meng to a mental hospital (I don't know if it exists at that time, it needs to be investigated) confinement.

Or is it more realistic to eat, wait, how to talk about leek dumplings, Yuyan's little face is full of strange expressions, could it be that in this era, leeks have not been discovered?

In fact, Yuyan said this: "Sanshao, how do you know that my mother likes leek dumplings the most, could it be that you have been interested in my mother for a long time?"

He had no choice but to wave his hand indiscriminately and said, "Don't talk nonsense, just do it, by the way, do a little more, and send it to Uncle Feng and the two old people." ”

Yuyan said: "Got it." ”

Then, taking her brother's hand, she walked out and closed the door.

Burst.

The oil withered and the lamp went out.

Jet-black.

Meng didn't refill the lamp.

In the darkness, he groped for a rag and slowly wiped the blood from the ground with the basin of cold water on the ground.

Perhaps, after several days of torture, although people are in bed, in fact, their consciousness has never been closed, no different from being awake, and the spirit is undoubtedly extremely tired, at this time, because of being forcibly bloodletted, the speed of the machine in the body has been greatly reduced, blood pressure has been reduced, and the original high fever has also been relieved to a certain extent, Xie Qunxiang muttered for a while, and then fell asleep.

With a keen sense of smell, Meng felt that the smell of blood on the ground had slowly dissipated, and he should wipe it clean, threw the rag in the basin, took it out, and rested it under the eaves, and then gently groped back to the bed, and sat down gently against Xie Qunxiang's pillow.

In the dark, he looked at Xie Qunxiang quietly. Her breathing had gradually evened out, except for the occasional slight twitch of her delicate nose and a soft grunt sound, which was a natural reaction to the extreme tiredness, but there was no need to worry.

Meng couldn't help but raise his hand gently, gently stroked her face, and sighed softly: "How can I swim in my dream, how can I afford such a blessing, I don't deserve to be treated like this......

Xie Qunxiang said in his dreams again: "Sanshao, can I love you?"

Meng felt sour in his heart, and said softly and gently: "Of course you can, in this world, everyone has the right to love." ”

Xie Qunxiang still said: "Sanshao, can I love you?"

Meng whispered softly: "Yes, it's just that I can't I don't dare?"

Xie Qunxiang actually changed another sentence: "Why?"

This sentence is only three short words, but listening to it in the ears of classmate Meng, it startles him, because, although it is only three words, it is completely detached from the unconscious repetition of the repeater, but a logical and clear question.

He could immediately judge that Xie Qunxiang had completely sobered up.

As for when she was awake, it is estimated that only God knows.

Meng was startled and ready to evacuate He still touched the hand on the other person's face, but at the moment when his mind was about to withdraw his hand, the edge of his palm touched a wet stain, and he immediately understood that it was tears.

His hand trembled, well, it should be his heart trembled at the same time, slowly, his hand moved, gently and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

However, her tears are like a willful child, just wiped away here, and there is a naughty rush out, and fortunately, Classmate Meng's body has been tempered by the thunder, and her eyes are particularly easy to use, even in the dark, it is vaguely visible, Xie Qunxiang at this moment is like a coquettish child, pouting, a reluctant look, as if, if she can't get the requirements she needs, it will be difficult to calm her dissatisfaction.

Meng was stunned for a moment, and said in a very depressed way: "Where am I good, you tell me, can't I change it?"

Xie Qunxiang said: "Do you have to have a reason to love someone?"

Meng said: "Don't you need a reason to love someone?"

Xie Qunxiang said: "Do you want it?"

Meng said, "No-"

He suddenly felt that he was an idiot, why did he plagiarize the dialogue between the Supreme Treasure and Bodhi without the slightest warning, this is really shameless, fortunately, the Supreme Treasure has taken refuge in Buddhism, successfully learned the scriptures, and became a fighting Buddha.

He shook his head with difficulty, and his palm rubbed oil on that elastic and tender face, obviously, his crooked mind was not really rubbing oil or giving up his insistence, but intended to disgust her, make her uncomfortable and make her believe that he was a frivolous scoundrel who saw beautiful women, and was not worth relying on.

However, Xie Qunxiang asked like this: "Third Shao, is the concubine's skin okay?"

"Uh-"

Meng was defeated, and then said slowly: "From now on, you can't call yourself a 'cheap concubine'." The woman in my dream is not cheap!"

Xie Qunxiang seemed to be slightly stunned, and then cried "woo".

Meng was a little at a loss and said, "...... you?"

Xie Qunxiang choked up and said, "I'll listen to you." ”

Meng said: "In this case, you listen to me again, close my eyes and sleep." ”

Xie Qunxiang looked at him with a sideways face, and said suspiciously: "You won't put me to sleep and run away, right?"

Meng said, "How can you doubt someone you love?"

"I don't care," Xie Qunxiang said, "unless you promise me something." ”

Meng said, "What's the matter?"

Xie Qunxiang said: "Let me sleep with you in my arms, in that case, you won't be able to run away, how about it?"

Meng was stunned for a moment, and then, a trace of warmth flowed through his heart.

He understood, this woman is really incorrigibly in love with him, he is not moved by it is fake, however, he dreams that even if his classmate is a swinger, but the debauchery of the skeleton does not mean that he has lost all the moral bottom line, in front of a pair of children, then flash and other people's mothers do that dirty thing, in the end it is not kind enough, okay, you say, you are just lying on a bed, just talking about some language that has nothing to do with the body, you are very pure, but someone has to believe it!

Meng put the hand that caressed her face on her pillow and said softly, "You just pill my hand." ”

Xie Qunxiang moved his head slightly, put it on his outstretched palm, closed his eyes, and said softly: "Sanshao, thank you." ”

Meng said in a low voice: "Sister Xiang, the person who thanked me should be me." Thank you for your love. ”

Then his head slowly descended, and his lips kissed on two moistened lips.