For a long time later, Xie Meng would always dream of Ji Qinyang's back riding a bicycle away that day. He stood under the increasingly dark street light and turned to watch. The boy was riding very slowly. His back became darker and lighted up again. He didn't turn around, but he was reluctant to leave.

The next day when Xie Meng woke up, he realized that he had fallen asleep. He moaned in annoyance. When he slowly sat up, something suddenly fell out of the crouching nest.

Xie Meng inexplicably held the thermometer in his hand.

"Awaken?" Zhang Xiujuan pushed the door and came in. She brought reading glasses and reached out and said, "Get it."

"..." Xie Meng handed over me obediently.

The old lady's glasses were placed on the bridge of her nose, farther away, and looked carefully in the light for a long time: "It's almost 39°." She shook her wrist: "Do you want to go to the hospital for a look?"

Xie Meng felt dizzy at this time. He slid his hair and coughed: "No need, just take some medicine."

Zhang Xiujuan didn't nag, just said, "I've asked for 3 hours off for you, so let's have some porridge first."

After getting dressed, she washed and rinsed, Xie Meng felt a little more comfortable after drinking porridge. He took two cold medicines and was about to go out and found that it was raining outside.

The moment the gate was opened, the rain wrapped in the wind almost blew on Xie Meng's face. The boy shivered before he remembered to turn around to get the umbrella.

"A autumn rain and a cold." Zhang Xiujuan changed her shoes and followed him: "I'll take you to the station."

The old lady must hold an umbrella, but Xie Meng couldn't persuade her, so she could only try to keep her back as much as possible. When she arrived at the station, there was still a large piece of her clothes behind her clothes.

Zhang Xiujuan sighed while rubbing the water on him: "Good woman is really old...you are much taller than you."

Xie Meng held her hand and opened her mouth and coughed.

"Go back quickly." Xie Meng said in a hoarse voice: "It's cold outside, it's slippery when it rains, don't fall."

Zhang Xiujuan laughed: "I should tell you this." She looked outside the platform and pushed her grandson with a very light force: "The car is coming, go up quickly."

After getting in the car, Xie Meng stood by the car window. Zhang Xiujuan waved to him below. Until the car drove out far away, the old lady could still be seen.

When Xie Meng arrived at the class, the second class had just ended. He met Zhuo Xiaoyuan at the door of Class 3 and had not reacted for a long time.

"You're burning a little awesome." Zhuo Xiaoyuan frowned: "Didn't you ask for leave?"

Xie Meng was a little bored: "...Why are you here?"

Zhuo Xiaoyuan: "There are divisions. Class 3 and Class 6 have been dismantled from liberal arts and science. Fortunately, you don't need to move and your seats have not been changed."

"..." Xie Meng's expression was stunned. After a while, he remembered to ask: "Where is Ji Qinyang?"

"I've gone to Class 6. He is a liberal arts department. Qi Fei and Zhang Ganggang have also gone. You didn't come in the first two classes, otherwise I would have to play a scene of sending you off for a thousand miles." Zhuo Xiaoyuan helped Xie Meng hold his schoolbag: "If you want to go to comfort me, you have to wait in the afternoon. They have three classes in the morning and are connected with the ancient Chinese. Once you go, Zhang Ganggang's record of the grandfather must be written as a memorial to the teacher."

Xie Meng followed Zhuo Xiaoyuan back to his seat in a daze, his mind full of paste called Ji Qinyang.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan looked at him worriedly: "You really have no problem? Do you want to invite me for a day?"

Xie Meng waved his hand, his throat was so painful that he could hardly speak. Half of the surroundings were replaced by students from Class 6, and most of the boys were all unfamiliar faces.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan sat next to him: "It's really okay?"

"It's okay." Xie Meng coughed. He saw Maitreya Buddha coming in with a bunch of papers in his arms, and the ringtone for the third class had already ringed.

Ji Qinyang finished the ancient Chinese text half an hour ago. He sent a text message to Xie Meng under the desk, but waited for a long time but did not reply.

The teachers in the liberal arts class are very indulging in him, mainly because the test papers are corrected with good grades, so as long as they don’t affect others, what is Ji Qinyang doing in class?

After finally reaching the end of get out of class, Ji Qinyang went directly to the door of Class 3, but found that the class door was closed. He glanced through the window and looked a little ugly.

Zhang Ganggang, who followed, also lay down on the windowsill: "Test? There is no one who can't finish the two classes... Is Xie Meng here?"

Ji Qinyang frowned. He didn't answer. He stared at Xie Meng who was answering the question. The boy clenched his fists and put them beside his mouth, as if he was coughing.

"I'll go to the Academic Affairs Office." Ji Qinyang suddenly said: "You are here looking at Xie Meng, and call my phone if you have something to do."

Zhang Ganggang was startled: "What are you going to do... Hey, don't leave!"

Xie Meng covered his mouth and tried to suppress the coughing sound. Because of the high fever, the paper in front of him was blurred and his mind was dizzy and he didn't know what he had written.

While working on geometry, Zhuo Xiaoyuan poked him. Xie Meng raised his head slowly and saw Ji Qinyang standing expressionlessly in front of his desk with his bag on his back.

“…” Xie Meng: “?”

Ji Qinyang reached out and tried his forehead, and ordered in a tough tone: "Get up."

Xie Meng said "Ah?" after a slow bang.

Ji Qinyang pulled out the pen and paper from the boy's hand, pulled open the desk to help him organize his schoolbag, and turned around and saw Xie Meng wearing a coat obediently.

"Why are you only wearing this little?" Ji Qinyang blamed him. He took off his coat and put it on Xie Meng, pulled it hard, and fastened the buttons.

Xie Meng sniffed his nose and said with a buzzing voice: "Thank you..."

Ji Qinyang touched his hair and started laughing.

Maitreya Buddha stood at the door, holding two leave requests in his hand and shook it: "You are so embarrassed, I will ask the teacher to help you with your leave request."

"Then you'll give Zhang Ganggang." Ji Qinyang held two schoolbags in one hand and hooked Xie Meng's shoulder with the other. He greeted Zhang Ganggang: "We'll leave first."

Zhang Ganggang nodded quickly: "Okay, be careful on the way, we will come after school!"

"What are you here?" Ji Qinyang said bluntly: "There is no need for so many people in the hospital, I can just accompany you."

"..." Zhang Ganggang was very injured, and he stared at Xie Meng with his eyes wide open.

Xie Meng coughed and waved his hand barely: "It's really not to...I'm fine."

"Go back to class." Ji Qinyang said impatiently: "It's not that you are separated from life and death, why are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Zhang Ganggang: "..."

There were many people in the hospital. Ji Qinyang bought Xie Mumbai a mask, and the boy put on two black and wet eyes.

When Ji Qinyang registered, he couldn't help but look back at him. Finally, he couldn't help but hug Xie Meng when no one was paying attention and kissed the other person's lips through the mask.

Xie Meng: “…”

Ji Qinyang smiled: "You look like a puppy."

Xie Meng glanced at him and said in a silence: "...you are the puppy."

Ji Qinyang laughed out loud, and he rubbed his nose with Xie Meng for a while and hugged the person in his arms.

After registering for a medical examination, Xie Meng finished his blood test and waited for Ji Qinyang to run up and down to get him medicine. The doctor looked at the test form and suggested hanging water. The two found an empty seat and waited for the nurse to come. Ji Qinyang went to borrow a blanket to put it under him.

"Do you want to eat something?" Ji Qinyang stared at the young nurse who was acupuncture. He smiled at the other party, and the girl's face turned red.

Xie Meng was covered with Ji Qinyang's coat, and looked at the clock hanging on the wall with a depressed expression: "It's past 12 o'clock... Are you hungry?"

Ji Qinyang helped him lift his coat up and said, "I'll buy some porridge, you can sleep for a while."

When Xie Meng was about to fall asleep, he felt someone putting something warm under his hands. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ji Qinyang rolling up his sleeves and scalding bowls and chopsticks with boiling water.

"Awaken?" Ji Qinyang looked at him, and the boy reached out and tried the other person's forehead: "Why are they still so hot?"

Xie Meng turned his head and had a small electric water bag with a SpongeBob pattern stuffed into his hand.

"Are you warm?" Ji Qinyang poured the white porridge into a bowl, stirred it, and scooped a spoonful to Xie Meng's mouth.

"Have you eaten..." Xie Meng asked him in a slight manner with porridge in his mouth.

Ji Qinyang: "You finish eating quickly, I'll eat what you have left."

Xie Meng quickly took a few more bites, shook his head and said, "No, you can eat it."

Ji Qinyang confirmed that he really couldn't eat it anymore, so he took the bowl and ate the rest. He poured water for Xie Meng, watched him take the medicine, and then cleaned the dishes and went to the sink to wash.

"Let's sleep a little longer." Ji Qinyang came back and wiped the water beads on his hands. He subconsciously wanted to test Xie Meng's body temperature. He remembered that he had just washed his hands and took them back.

Xie Meng held him: "Don't run around, take a break."

Ji Qinyang said ok, but he didn't take his hand back and just sat in the seat next to him.

The dripping drips didn't come very quickly. Ji Qinyang looked up and carefully stroked Xie Meng's back of his hand with the needle.

"So warm." Xie Meng suddenly said with his eyes closed.

Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows: "You mean salt water?"

"Yeah, you're so warm." Xie Meng smiled at him: "Veals, blood vessels, muscles." The boy pointed to his heart, "And here, it's very warm."

Ji Qinyang couldn't help laughing: "You are so stingy."

Xie Meng said helplessly: "I am also a man, how can I not speak sweetly?"

Ji Qinyang joked: "If you really feel so moved, will you accompany me to take the Beijing exam?"

Xie Meng didn't say anything, Ji Qinyang held his uneasy hand: "Let's do it, let's fight. If I lose, I will let you go to Shanghai. If I win, I will go to Beijing together. How about it?"

Xie Meng frowned: "...Are you bullying the patient?"

Ji Qinyang said: "There is no way, you are so powerful, why don't I have a chance to win now?"

Xie Meng pursed his lips, and he glanced at Ji Qinyang. There was a rare smile on the other party's face, and he held his hands and expressed his serious expression.

"I'll count 123." Ji Qinyang looked at him seriously: "Don't let go of water."

At the beginning, the two were as good as the first time. Xie Meng stared at each other's wrists intently, trying to keep his strength from being suppressed. As he was in a stalemate, Ji Qinyang suddenly spoke: "You refuse to go to Beijing, is it because you can't let go of your good wife?"

Xie Meng looked up in surprise. He only felt that his wrist had loosened and Ji Qinyang's back of his hand had been pressed on the armrest of the chair.

“…” Xie Meng: “You…”
To be continued...