October 3rd.

"Jingle bell〜"

The loud bell rang for the end of class, Lin Qihuan followed the head teacher out of the classroom, went upstairs, through the corridor, until she arrived at the teacher's building, in the corridor where there was no one, she shouted to stop the people in front of her.

Zhang Yu turned around and saw that it was Qi Huan, and his voice was a lot more concerned: "What's wrong?"

"I want to take a leave of absence tonight. ”

"What do you need to take a leave of absence?"

"I....I'm a little unwell and want to see a doctor. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Yu walked down the stairs with some concern: "It's uncomfortable, where is it?"

"Head, head is a little uncomfortable. She tried to keep her expression and tone as normal as possible.

Zhang Yu raised his hand and touched her head, frowning slightly: "It seems to be a little hot, it can't be a fever, right?"

Then he said, "You wait here for the teacher, and the teacher will drive you to the nearby clinic to have a look." ”

"I don't need a teacher, I can go by myself. ”

"What if something happens on the road?" Because of her family, Zhang Yu has always felt more distressed about her than others.

Lin Qihuan didn't dare to say anything more, waited for the teacher to put the textbooks back in the office, and went to the school parking shed to pick up the car together.

The teacher opened the backseat door for her, told her to fasten her seat belt, and left the school together.

When I arrived at the clinic, the doctor took her pulse and temperature, looked at her tongue again, and found nothing wrong.

Lin Qihuan stiffened his head and said, "But I just feel a little dizzy and a little painful." ”

"I guess it's a little hypoglycemic, give you a bottle of glucose. ”

The nurse hung glucose, the amount is not much, it is estimated that it can be lifted in about half an hour.

She said to Zhang Yu: "Teacher, then you go back first, I'll be here myself." ”

Zhang Yu was not at ease: "The teacher is also off work, and there are still two hours before the evening self-study, so there is no hurry." ”

At the end, he asked, "Are you hungry, would you like to buy you something?"

Lin Qihuan nodded: "A little hungry." ”

"What do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat claypot rice, is that okay?"

"Okay, you're playing here, and if you're thirsty, ask the nurse to pour you a glass of water. ”

"Good. ”

Zhang Yu came back for nearly half an hour, carrying a hot claypot rice in her hand, and went to the clinic to take a look, but she couldn't find Lin Qihuan's figure, and when she was puzzled, the nurse gave her a note.

She opened it and saw Qi Huan's handwriting on it: Teacher, my head is still a little dizzy, I won't go to self-study classes at night, I'll go home, and I'll come back to school tomorrow.

At about 8 o'clock in the evening, Lin Cheng opened the door and entered the house, but heard the sound of stir-frying from the house, and walked to the kitchen while wondering, and unexpectedly saw his daughter's figure.

"Qi Huan, why are you at home?"

"I was a little unwell and took a night off. ”

"I said that your mother has gone back to your grandmother's house, why is there still someone cooking at home. He didn't even ask about his daughter's physical condition.

"Dad, have you eaten?"

"I'm going to order takeout, but you don't need to order it when you've cooked it. ”

"It's almost there. ”

After a few words of conversation, the two of them did not speak again, and until the meal was served, they were basically silent to each other.

There is a simple boiled amaranth and sour bamboo shoots fried goose kidney on the table, Lin Qihuan is not good at cooking, and his cooking skills can only be said to be average, not unpalatable.

She picked up the rice in the bowl, raised her eyes slightly to see her father stretching out her chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, frowned after taking a bite, and then taught while eating: "The amaranth is too salty, how much salt do you put in it?"

Then he sandwiched sour bamboo shoots, and was even more dissatisfied: "This bamboo shoot is too, salty and sour, why does it still have a strange taste?"

"Mom said that this bamboo shoot is the kind used to cook snail noodles, but it is a little stinky. ”

"Don't buy this in the future. Although it was not very tasty, after all, he still had to fill his stomach, so he could only eat it.

While eating, he complained: "Your mother is also too idle, knowing that someone in the family wants to eat, what kind of house to go back to." ”

Qi Huan didn't speak, her attention was not on her father's words at all.

Seeing that his daughter didn't respond to herself, Lin Cheng's self-respecting pride surged up again, and his voice became a little more stern: "Are you deaf?"

The sudden harshness made her subconsciously shrink and nodded timidly: "I heard it." ”

"Do you hear it?"

She always kept her head half-bowed: "I'm sorry, Dad!"

Heavy breath erupted from his nose, indicating Lin Cheng's mood at the moment.

didn't bother to talk to her, quickly finished eating, and casually threw down the dishes and chopsticks with a sentence: "Come in with a cup of coffee for me later." Then he went into the room.

She obediently replied, "Okay." ”

After waiting for people to enter the room and closing the door, Lin Qihuan's eyes fell on the closed door.

She took the two unfinished dishes to the toilet and poured them all into the toilet.

The inside of the white toilet bowl was splashed with amaranth's fuchsia broth, and when she pressed the flush button, she flushed the remaining vegetables down the drain.

After cleaning all the dishes, she brewed a cup of coffee, put a lot of coffee powder and sugar, added other things, stirred well, knocked on the door of the master bedroom, and delivered the coffee to Lin Cheng.

The aroma of the coffee powder was steaming, Lin Cheng's attention was all on the email, he took a sip of the coffee, and after swallowing it, his brows twisted unhappily: "Why does it taste a little weird?"

Qi Huanxin mentioned: "Maybe I put too much coffee powder." ”

He didn't doubt it: "You haven't done anything well without your mother." ”

Not daring to speak, she left the house with a muffled voice, and was in the living room, waiting for time to pass little by little.......

Nearly half of the coffee on the table in the master bedroom was gone, and Lin Cheng finished replying to the emails at work, took his pajamas and went to take a shower.

When I came out of the living room, I saw my daughter sitting on the sofa silently, with the TV not turned on, and she didn't do her homework, as if she was in a fugue.

"Why don't you take a shower?"

Qi Huan was startled, looked at his father, saw that he seemed to have not changed at all, and explained in a little panic: "I'm thinking about what the teacher said today, I don't understand it very well." ”

Lin Cheng ignored her and stepped into the bathroom.

He stayed in it for a few minutes before he finished washing his head, when he suddenly felt heavy and stuffy in his stomach, and a feeling of nausea and vomiting came over him, for no reason.

I wondered, could it be caused by the steam in the bathroom?

I had to come out after washing in a hurry, close the door and enter the room, after locking it, turn on the computer and dig out a lot of invisible videos from the hidden files, put on headphones and start watching.

Qi Huan had been waiting outside, but he didn't see a sound coming from the master bedroom, so he tiptoed over and leaned on the door to eavesdrop on the situation inside, but faintly heard some strange sounds.

She listened closer, strange gasps and moans, and she bit her lip, wondering if the medicine was the reaction.

Time passed, and for Qi Huan, it was as long as an hourglass, and she kept sitting on the sofa, waiting for the moon to go down and the sky gradually dawned.

The door to the master bedroom finally opened, and the cluttered and bulky footsteps dug into her ears, and she turned her head to see her father clutching his chest, clinging to the door wall and trying to get out.

Seeing the person on the sofa under the hazy vision, Lin Cheng was anxious and called her: "Quick, call 120." ”

He spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and empty, like a man who was bound around his neck and could not breathe.

Qi Huan got up, walked over slowly, and carried him to the room, Lin Cheng angrily and effortlessly shook her off: "1... 120 "But he stumbled and hit the door frame.

"I'll help you to the bed first. Qi Huan said, semi-forcibly put him in, then put him on the bed, turned around and walked to the door, closed the door, and locked it.