Even with dense foliage shaded, sporadic rain continued to fall. Reading at zero

Zong Ying struggled to support the opponent, her masseter muscles tensed, her back molars trembled slightly, and she called out, "Mr. Sheng?"

Sheng Qingrang didn't respond, his jaw was close to her shoulder, and his eyelids were closed.

Zong Ying tilted his head, his damp hair rubbed the side of her face, and it was a little cold.

There was a gust of wind, and the rain on the leaves fell even more heavily. Zong Ying was in poor condition and couldn't do anything, and when he almost collapsed with him, a security guard finally came out.

He said, "Oh, what's the situation?" Zong Ying loosened his teeth and said, "Hold a hand."

The security hurried forward to help, frowning and muttering, "How did it get like this? Do you need to cut it?"

Zong Ying didn't have the energy to answer, so he opened the door and entered the building.

The security guard sent Sheng Qingrang back to the top floor together with her, helped Zong Ying unlock the door, said "then call the duty room if something happens" and returned to the elevator.

Zong Ying supported Sheng Qingrang alone, moved to the living room and threw him on the sofa, relieved, moved his joints, sat down beside him, and put his hand on his forehead—

piping hot.

Zong Ying moved his hand down and touched his carotid artery, then opened his eyelids to take a look.

If you have a high fever and overwork, it is good to rest for a while after the fever subsides. It should not be a big problem.

Only he was soaked all over, letting him sleep like this all night would definitely make things worse.

Zong Ying got up and went to a guest bedroom in the north.

Back in the living room, she leaned over to change his soaked clothes. Nursing a comatose patient is hard work and also pays attention to skills. Although Zong Ying has not practiced for several years, he has no skills - removing cufflinks, unbuttoning shirts, loosening belts, all in one go.

When everything was properly replaced, Zong Ying rolled out a blanket and wrapped him around him, then went to the kitchen to get a medicine box and water, and crushed a fever-reducing medicine to feed him.

Zong Ying sat next to him and subconsciously touched the cigarette in his pocket, but gave up as soon as his fingertips touched the cigarette case.

She leaned forward and took the computer on the coffee table, resting on her lap to read the paper. After a long time, the clock rang lazily, Zong Ying closed the screen, picked up the remote control to turn on the TV, and turned it to mute again.

In a silent ball game, athletes ran and competed on the field, Zong Ying watched, but sleepiness gradually swept up.

She fell asleep next to Sheng Qing.

When he woke up, his body fell slightly, and he seemed to sink into a softer sofa.

The phone vibrated constantly in his pocket, Zong Ying opened his eyes, there was no TV in front of him, only a huge coffee table and a wall. One of her hands was still on Sheng Qingrang's forehead, and she could sense that his body temperature had dropped a little.

She took out her phone and turned off the alarm clock. It was early six o'clock and the bell had just ended.

There is no doubt that she is in 1937 again, so today should be August 12.

Zong Ying thought of this date and felt bad.

Sheng Qing made a sound sleep, Zong Ying stretched his stiff neck, got up carefully, and walked straight to the kitchen.

She pulled out the match, stabbed it with a stroke, the flames burst into flames, and there was a commotion in the garden downstairs. Amidst the chattering speeches outside, Zong Ying lit the gas and started to boil a pot of water.

While waiting for the water to boil, she opened the cupboard and rummaged, only to find some rice. After washing a bowl of rice and pouring it into the pot, the water in the copper pot finally boiled.

She poured a cup of hot water, waited for the rice to boil in the pot, turned off the fire, walked to the entrance, dug out the tens of dollars from the drawer that was put here last time, put it in her pocket, opened the door and went downstairs.

Maybe it was too early, there was almost no one in the corridor, and when went down a few floors, heard a lot of noise and a big battle.

When Zong Ying arrived at the wide corridor on the first floor, she saw the lady who was smoking in the service area last time. She stood at the entrance and watched the servants carry luggage into the elevator with a straight face. Zong Ying passed by her and saw her grit her teeth and complained unpleasantly to Mr. Ye next to her: "If you don't go to the country house, you have to come here to make trouble! People who don't have relatives in the concession have not yet escaped. ?"

"First Evolution"

Mr. Ye saw Zong Ying at this time, his eyes lit up and he smiled: "Miss Zong hasn't been here for a long time."

Zong Ying casually said: "Well, I'm a little busy." After speaking, he was going to get the milk. Mr. Ye immediately followed and said, "Oh, the milk hasn't been delivered today."

Zong Ying looked over, and the wooden box was indeed empty, not even a newspaper.

Before she asked why, Mr. Ye was already rushing to speak: "It's messy outside, and people from the north (Suzhou, Hebei) have poured into the concession, making it uneasy early in the morning, maybe later, it's time to send Sent."

Zong Ying turned slightly and asked him, "I just returned to Shanghai, what's wrong with the law now?"

Mr. Ye said: "Yesterday, 20 Japanese ships on the Huangpu River stopped at the pier next to Little Tokyo (Hongkou), showing off their might and making a terrifying battle. ** They also stationed in Shanghai last night, saying that they really want to go to war! Zhabei is now It's messy, either fleeing to the concession or going to the countryside, it's much more messy than it was five years ago!"

Zong Ying understood that he was referring to the 1.28 Shanghai War in 1932. What he said was actually right, the scale of the escape was larger than before, and the upcoming war would be even more tragic than it was five years ago.

But he also had a fearless optimism, because he immediately said: "But it doesn't matter, there will never be a casual fight in the French Concession."

Zong Ying said kindly: "Mr. Ye, it is always safer to do more preparations."

Mr. Ye shook his head helplessly: "Which side is there another preparation to do? I have no room in the countryside, and now I want to leave Shanghai to go elsewhere, and the economic strength does not allow it, so I can only stay in the concession."

For his sake, Zong Ying didn't say more, just looked back at the empty milk box and went out.

Sheng Qing let the family have almost no food except half a bag of rice, and she needed to buy some instant food.

Along the way, encountered several shops with their doors closed, and there were people on the street with large and small bags.

Zong Ying finally found a western tea shop, but the curtains were pulled down by two-thirds. The pantry, which should have been densely packed, was more than half empty, and the door was closed. Zong Ying raised his hand to ring the bell, and the foreign clerk looked out before coming to open the door.

With a cautious look on his face, after Zong Ying entered the door, he closed the door and said in broken Chinese, "What do you need to buy, Miss?"

The store was filled with the smell of cream and essence, but it was cold, like overnight, lacking the fluffy freshness.

Zong Ying looked down at the glass cabinet, and there was nothing in it that would make her appetite. She asked, "Isn't there anything you can do now?"

"I'm sorry, miss, the oven is not open today." The clerk replied, Zong Ying raised his head, looked at the basket with the baguettes and said, "Then, put all the baguettes on me."

The clerk took out the paper bag and put all the remaining baguettes into it. After Zong Ying paid the money, he gave her the bag and change together, and reminded her: "Miss, please be careful on the road." Zong Ying turned his head to look outside, and there were indeed refugees staring here.

She pushed open the door, just two patrolmen passed by, and she followed the patrolmen back to Apartment 699.

The lady is no longer at the entrance, presumably relatives in Zhabei have successfully moved into her house.

Mr. Ye was still busy at the service office, when he saw Zong Ying saying, "Miss Zong, the newspaper has just been delivered, and the milk is not yet!" Zong Ying went to get the newspaper, and he said, "I just heard that the milkman is here. I was robbed on the road, I don't know if it's true or not."

Zong Ying didn't answer, and went upstairs with the baguette and the newspaper in his arms.

At this time, Sheng Qingrang was already awake. He sat up, first realizing that he was at home, then seeing that the door was not closed, and finally realizing that he was wrapped in an unfamiliar blanket, and the clothes were not his own.

The high fever had just subsided, and his response was somewhat sluggish. When Sheng Qingrang heard the footsteps, Zong Ying had already entered.

She put the newspaper on the dining table, went into the kitchen and put down the baguette, drank the glass of water she had poured before, lit the match, and relit the gas stove to cook the porridge—

Handy, there is a kind of calmness that comes and goes.

Sheng Qing was a little stunned to see it, but he regained his senses and tried to recall what happened last night.

It was raining and was so tired that had nowhere to go, and ended up with apartment 699. After that, he can't remember anything at all.

At this time, Zong Ying poured a glass of warm water and put it in front of him: "Mr. Sheng, you had a high fever last night."

She said and sat down in a rattan chair opposite, Sheng Qing asked him to look up at her, clasped his hands, and the blanket slid down.

He hurriedly picked up the blanket again, and saw his bare feet - no shoes, no socks.

He tried to ask, but Zong Ying said earnestly and frankly: "Sorry, the clothes you changed are left with me, go pick them up tonight."

He was unconscious last night, so naturally it couldn't be the clothes he changed. Sheng Qing closed his eyes briefly, and quickly went through the situation in his mind. An embarrassment and discomfort of "being stripped naked" quickly rose up, forcing his ears to turn red unnaturally.

His throat muscles suddenly became tense, but his face remained decently calm, and at the same time he tried to convince himself—

There is no gender in the eyes of the doctor, and Miss Zong is a doctor, so nursing a patient is a normal thing for her, and there is no need for embarrassment.

This kind of relief finally made the heat in his ears go away, but Zong Ying suddenly stood up, and as a matter of course, reached out to touch his forehead, frowned and said, "It's still a little hot, but I didn't bring any medicine, drink more. Water, and sleep for a while."

Sheng Qing let his stiff body lean back, but luckily the porridge boiled again, Zong Ying went back to the kitchen to turn off the gas, giving him a chance to relax.

But before his tense shoulders could relax, there was a sudden sound of "ding bell ding bell bell" in the room.

Of course, Zong Ying wouldn't grab his phone. He stood in the kitchen and watched him get up from the sofa, saw him shake a little, then straightened his back and walked to the phone, picking up the receiver in a hurry.

She vaguely heard some voices from the other end of the phone, with urgent and loud voices. Sheng Qingrang only replied: "I know, okay, I'll go today."

Hang up the phone, the room returns to calm.

Sheng Qingrang stood by the phone for a while, then walked to the bedroom.

He changed his clothes and opened the door, Zong Ying was standing at the door.

She raised her head: "Mr. Sheng, are you going out?"

He said, "Yes, I have something urgent and I need to go out." However, his face was pale and his spirit was very poor, and his body leaned slightly towards the wall, almost touching it. Such a situation is simply not enough to support him to go out, or even to do important things.

Zong Ying wanted to persuade him not to make fun of his body, but she couldn't say it.

Sheng Qing let him turn sideways around her, and walked out vainly, Zong Ying suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his arm from behind.

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