Times of Our Lives - Chapter 16

For a long time afterwards, Xie Meng always dreamed of the back view of Ji Qinyang who had left the bicycle that day. He stood and looked under the increasingly dark street light. The boy was riding slowly, and the back was dark for a while. It turned on again for a while, without turning back, but not willing to leave.

When Xie Meng woke up the next day, he found that he had slept a little bit. He was so annoyed that when he slowly sat up, something suddenly fell out of the creak.

Xie Meng inexplicably held the thermometer in his hand.

“Wake up?” Zhang Xiujuan pushed in the door, she took reading glasses and reached out. “Fetch.”

“…” Xie Meng obediently passed over.

The old lady’s spectacles frame was on the bridge of her nose, far away, and she looked at it with a little light for a long time: “It’s 39 °.” She shook her wrist, “Would you like to go to the hospital?”

Xie Meng felt a little dizzy. He chopped his hair and coughed, “No need, just take some medicine.”

Zhang Xiujuan didn’t hesitate, she just said, “I asked you to take 3 hours off. Let me have some porridge first.”

Xie Meng felt better after drinking and washing porridge. After taking two cold medicines, he noticed that it was raining outside when he was about to go out.

The moment the door was opened, the rain wrapped in the wind almost blown to Xie Meng’s face. The boy had a chill, and then he remembered and turned to get an umbrella.

“A autumn rain and a cold.” Zhang Xiujuan changed her shoes and followed him: “I will take you to the station.”

The old lady must use an umbrella, but Xie Mengzheng, but she could only carry her back as much as possible. When she arrived at the station, there was still a lot of wetness behind her clothes.

Zhang Xiujuan sighed as she wiped the water: “Good wife is really old … you are much better than good wife.”

Xie Meng shook her hand, and a mouth was a cough.

“Hurry back,” Xie Meng said with a mute voice. “It’s cold outside, it’s slippery when it rains, don’t fall.”

Zhang Xiujuan laughed: “I should tell you this.” She glanced outside the platform and pushed the young grandson lightly: “The car is here, let’s go up.”

After Xie Meng got into the car, he stood by the window, and Zhang Xiujuan waved at him from the bottom, until the car drove far away, she could still see the figure of the old lady slightly stunned.

When Xie Meng arrived in the class just after the second class, he did not respond for a long time when he met Zhuo Xiaoyuan at the entrance of the third class.

“You burned a bit.” Zhuo Xiaoyuan frowned. “Don’t you ask for leave?”

Xie Meng’s mind was a little stuffy: “… how are you here?”

Zhuo Xiaoyuan: “The classes have been divided. The third and sixth classes have dismantled the arts and sciences. Fortunately, you don’t need to move, and you haven’t changed seats.”

“…” Xie Meng’s expression was awkward, and after a while I remembered to ask: “What about Ji Qinyang?”

“I have gone to class 6. He is a liberal arts student, Qi Fei and Zhang Lianban have also gone. You did not come in the first two classes, otherwise I think it is going to be another show to send Jun Qianli.” Zhuo Xiaoyuan helped. Meng held a schoolbag: “You have to wait for the afternoon to go to condolences. They are connected to the Mergu text in the three classes in the morning. As soon as you go, Zhangshi’s historical records must be written as a teacher’s watch.”

Xie Meng followed Zhuo Xiaoyuan’s back to his seat stupidly, all in his head was a paste named Ji Qinyang.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan looked at him worriedly: “Are you really okay? Would you like to ask for a day?”

Xie Meng waved his hand, his throat hurt, and he could hardly speak. Half of the surrounding students were replaced by students in Class 6. The boys accounted for most of them, and they were all strange faces.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan sat beside him: “Is that okay?”

“It’s okay.” Xie Meng coughed. He saw Maitreya coming in with a pile of papers, and the bell for the third lesson was already ringing.

Ji Qinyang finished the ancient text in half an hour early, he texted Xie Meng under the desk, and after waiting for a long time, the other party did not reply.

The liberal arts teacher was very indulgent to him, mainly because the grades were correct, so as long as it did not affect others, Ji Qinyang did what he did in class.

After finally getting to the end of the class, Ji Qinyang went directly to the door of class three, only to find that the class door was closed. He glanced through the window, his face was a bit ugly.

The following Zhang Gang also lay on the window sill: “quiz? There are two exams that can’t be finished … Is Xie Meng here?”

Ji Qinyang frowned. He didn’t answer Zhang Gangbang, staring at Xie Meng who answered the question. The boy held his fist near his mouth and seemed to be coughing.

“I’m going to the Academic Affairs Office.” Ji Qinyang suddenly said: “You are looking at Xie Meng here, something happened to call my cell phone.”

Zhang Bang was startled: “What are you going to do … hey, don’t go!”

Xie Meng covered her mouth and tried to suppress the sound of coughing. Because of the high fever, the volume was blurred in front of her eyes, her head was groggy and she didn’t know what she wrote.

While he was doing the geometry problem, Zhuo Xiaoyuan gave him a sting, Xie Meng raised his head with a slow response, and saw Ji Qinyang standing in front of his desk with a bag on his face.

“…” Xie Meng: “?”

Ji Qinyang reached out and tried his forehead, commanding in a strong tone: “Get up.”

Xie Meng said slowly, “Ah?”

Ji Qinyang took out the pen and paper in the boy’s hand, opened the desk to help him organize his schoolbag, and when he looked back, he saw Xie Meng being obediently wearing a coat.

“Why only wear this?” Ji Qinyang rebuked. He took off his coat and put it on Xie Meng, pulled it hard, and fastened the buttons.

Xie Meng sucked his nose and buzzed, “Thank you …”

Ji Qinyang touched his hair and laughed.

Maitreya stood at the door, shaking two leave slips in his hand: “Sorry, my teacher has to give you the leave slip.”

“Then you give Zhang Lianban.” Ji Qinyang carried two schoolbags in one hand and crossed Xie Meng’s shoulder with one hand. He greeted Zhang Lianban: “Let’s go.”

Zhang Leng nodded quickly: “Okay, be careful on the way, we will come after school!”

“What’s coming,” Ji Qinyang said politely. “Where there are so many people in a hospital like this, I’ll just be there.”

“…” Zhang Lianban was very injured, and he stared at Xie Meng eagerly.

Xie Meng gave a cough and reluctantly waved his hand: “I really don’t use it … I’m fine.”

“Go back to class,” Ji Qinyang said impatiently. “It’s not life or death, how uncomfortable you are.”

Zhang Bang: “…”

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

When Ji Qinyang registered, he couldn’t help but look back at him, and finally couldn’t help hugging Xie Meng while no one noticed, and kissed each other’s lips across the mask.

Xie Meng: “…”

Ji Qinyang smiled: “You look like a puppy.”

Xie Meng glanced at him and said muffled, “… you are the puppy.”

Ji Qinyang laughed out loud, he and Xie Meng for a while nosed, holding people in his arms.

Registered to see the doctor, Xie Meng finished the blood test and waited for Ji Qinyang to run up and down to get him medicine. The doctor looked at the test sheet and suggested hanging the water. Put him under him.

“Would you like something to eat?” Ji Qinyang stared at the little nurse who had a needle. He smiled at each other, and the little girl blushed.

Xie Meng’s body was covered with Ji Qinyang’s coat, his face grimly glanced at the bell hanging on the wall: “More than 12 o’clock … are you hungry?”

Ji Qinyang helped him lift up his coat: “I’ll buy some porridge, you go to bed first.”

When Xie Meng was about to fall asleep, he felt that someone was padding a warm thing under his hand. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ji Qinyang holding his sleeves and scalding the dishes with boiling water.

“Wake up?” Ji Qinyang looked at him, and the boy reached out and tried the other’s forehead: “Why is it still so hot?”

Xie Meng turned his head, and was stuffed with a small electric hot water bottle with a SpongeBob pattern in his hand.

“Is it warm?” Ji Qinyang poured the white porridge into the bowl, stirred it, and scooped it to Xie Meng’s mouth.

“Have you eaten …?” Xie Meng asked porridge with porridge.

Ji Qinyang: “You finish eating quickly, I will eat what you have left.”

Xie Meng hurried a few more bites, shook his head and said, “No, let’s eat.”

Ji Qinyang confirmed that he really could not eat, so he took the bowl and ate the rest, poured Xie Meng good water, watched him eat the medicine, and then packed the dishes and washed them at the sink.

“Sleep again.” Ji Qinyang wiped the drops of water on his hand when he returned. He subconsciously tried to test Xie Meng’s body temperature. He remembered that he had just washed his hands and put them back.

Xie Mengla stopped him: “Don’t run around, just rest.”

Ji Qinyang said well and did not pull his hand back, so he sat on the seat next to him.

The drip was not quick, Ji Qinyang looked up, and rubbed Xie Mengza’s back with his hands carefully.

“So warm.” Xie Meng said with closed eyes.

Ji Qinyang raised an eyebrow: “You say salt water?”

“Well, it’s so warm covered by you.” Xie Meng smiled at him: “Veins, blood vessels, muscles.” The boy pointed to his heart, “And here, it’s all warm.”

Ji Qinyang forbearance could not help but: “You are so numb.”

Xie Meng reluctantly said, “I am also a man, and I don’t know how to speak sweetly.”

Ji Qinyang joked: “If you really want to be so moved, just accompany me to test Beijing?”

Xie Meng didn’t say anything, Ji Qinyang held his hand without water: “Let ’s take a look at our wrists. 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 a bullying patient?”

Ji Qinyang Raipi said: “No way, you are so good, I don’t have any chance to win now?”

Xie Meng pursed his lips. He glanced at Ji Qinyang. The other person’s face was rare without a smile. He raised his hand and looked serious.

“I counted 123.” Ji Qinyang looked at him seriously: “No water is allowed.”

At the beginning, the two were as equal as the first time. Xie Meng stared at each other’s wrists intently, struggling to stay firm, and was deadlocked. Ji Qinyang suddenly said, “You refuse to go to Beijing. Is it because you can’t put up a good wife? “

Xie Meng looked up in surprise. He only felt his wrist loose, and Ji Qinyang’s back was already attached to the armrest of the chair.

“…” Xie Meng: “You …”

Ji Qinyang exclaimed in annoyance: “I knew I wouldn’t speak anymore, but it wouldn’t work if I didn’t concentrate.”

Xie Meng couldn’t do anything for a while.

Ji Qinyang held his head, he looked at Xie Meng’s eyes and smiled: “It seems that I can only go to the test.”

Xie Meng: “…”

Ji Qinyang took the headset out of the bag and buckled it on Xie Meng’s head.

“Sleep.” He kissed each other’s forehead: “I am with you.”

When the nurse came over to pull the needle, it was already dark outside. Xie Meng called Zhang Xiujuan, and by the way, asked Maitreya for tomorrow afternoon leave.

Ji Qinyang’s coat was still worn on Xie Meng. The boy put his hands in his pockets and stood looking down at him.

“I’ll be with you tomorrow afternoon.” Ji Qinyang touched Xie Meng’s face: “How do you feel you’re thin again?”

Xie Meng held his hand and smiled, “How can it be so exaggerated … I’m much more comfortable.”

Ji Qinyang opened his arms and hugged him.

Xie Meng put his chin in the neck of the other person, because he was wearing too much, and his hands were a bit unable to lift: “… What about the recommendation letter of Alto?”

“It’s just a letter of recommendation. I will only give a reply in the third semester of high school. I have to test out the theory of music in the summer of high school.” Ji Qinyang whispered in Xie Meng’er: “I also voted for Shangyin. A chance, always good. “

Xie Meng didn’t speak, Ji Qinyang held him and stood on the side of the road waiting for the car. Many people came to look at them. The boy’s expression of indifferent face was humming while humming.

Xie Meng was buried in Ji Qinyang’s arms. He suddenly said something and smiled at convenience. Ji Qinyang’s chin rested on his head and coaxed him: “You say so lightly, how can I listen? Be clear. “

Xie Meng: “… inaudible.”

“You’re stingy.” Ji Qinyang smiled and pretended to complain. He was holding Xie Meng’s face. The two foreheads were against each other, and their eyes were full of little shadows of each other.