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Chapter 64
Chapter 64
Cheng Yan has a fever.
He didn't go home or go to his friend's place. He was alone outside in the rain. He didn't know that Song Yu would come out to find him. He planned to go back to find Song Yu. But Song Yu's figure was so recognizable, it turned out that he was not mistaken, he was not confused, he was calling himself, and every sound touched his injured heart.
Being in the rain outside for too long, Cheng Yan was wet and wet, and nothing was good. He was worse than a chicken in soup. The color of his white lips was telling him that he was haggard, as if he could collapse at any time. Down, Song Yu didn't send him home, but brought him back to his residence.
When came back, woke up aunt. Seeing the wet appearance of the two of them, especially Cheng Yan's fragile white face, aunt was startled and hurriedly took the blanket and handed it to Song Yu.
Song Yu wrapped Cheng Yan and let him sit on the sofa. Aunt helped pour the hot water. Song Yu took it and put it in Cheng Yan's hand, and closed the blanket on him again.
Auntie asked worriedly, "How did it happen?"
I just went out for a while, what happened? Song Yuming had brought an umbrella, the two of them were soaking wet, and the umbrella was gone.
"Hurry up and get it done, don't catch a cold." Auntie tore off her clothes and was about to put them on Song Yu.
Song Yu blocked her aunt's hand, just squatted in front of Cheng Yan, looked up at him and said, "I'm fine."
"Ouch." My aunt hurried into the house, called her husband, and my uncle came out.
The uncle closed the door and came to the living room. Looking at the two people looking like they were in a mess, the uncle and aunt were worried and questioned: "What's the matter?"
Song Yu didn't answer, Cheng Yan kept shaking, he touched his forehead and whispered his name: "Cheng Yan..."
He felt that Cheng Yan was a little distracted.
Cheng Yan did not respond to him, Song Yu grabbed the blanket, the wet water droplets on his hair were still falling, he had no time to care, and his attention was on the trembling Cheng Yan.
The uncle came over and touched his forehead, paused slightly, "Send to the hospital, I have a fever."
Song Yu quickly stood up, found the car keys, and his uncle said from behind, "I'll drive it."
Song Yu was like this, he was afraid that he would not be able to drive steadily. His uncle took on this responsibility, and the family hurriedly packed up. Song Yu picked Cheng Yan up, but before he could leave the room, Cheng Yan fainted.
"Quick." The uncle urged, the door was closed in a hurry, the footsteps were chaotic, and in the heavy rain, several people rushed to the hospital.
When my aunt and uncle went to the emergency room, Song Yu just held Cheng Yan, his hand rubbed against Cheng Yan's hot forehead, and his heart became more and more uneasy. Cheng Yan was unconscious, Song Yu had no choice but to blame himself in the back seat.
He shouldn't have pushed him away, he shouldn't, he was wrong, his thoughts are too extreme these days, Tan Tingting, yes, Tan Tingting, her death, her words, brought too much mental blow, he didn't take it on the surface He was so unrestrained and ruthless, he was very scared, he was afraid that he would be the next Tan Tingting.
Recently, he always felt that there were evil spirits around him, wearing a red dress, watching everything around him, she cursed him, and those who were with him would not end well...
But why? He chose Cheng Yan, he couldn't be easily shaken, this is his responsibility, the person in his arms is his responsibility, and the responsibility in the future...
He will be fine, he will be fine, not for anything else, but for their great future, the person he likes is by his side, and will be by his side in the future, he can overcome those psychological demons, He is there, he is the driving force.
After thinking about it, Song Yusi has not had a rest in the past few days. He is anxious every day, and every day he is forcing himself to make a decision quickly. The experience in life is still not enough. What did he do to like Cheng Yan?
Pessimism and positivity are all in one's mind. When he can't figure it out, no one can wake him up. When he understands, Cheng Yan doesn't need to say more. Song Yuben can't change his mind so easily, but Cheng Yan is too sharp. Asking rhetorically makes all his decisions collapse.
Song Yu tightened her arms, embraced Cheng Yan, put the back of her hand against his cheek, and urged, "Uncle, can you hurry up?"
"It's coming soon, it's coming soon." My uncle raised the speed of the car and was anxious, but he didn't dare to be too reckless. Today's rain is very disrespectful, and all those who were not prepared suffered.
When they got to the hospital, Song Yu sent Cheng Yan to the emergency department. Fortunately, there were not many people. They also saved them after the heavy rain. After watching the nurse push Cheng Yan in, Song Yu finally felt a little more at ease.
My aunt came to Song Yu's side and patted him on the shoulder. Song Yu didn't say a word. My aunt said, "Just wait, it's alright."
Song Yu also hoped that it was what his aunt said, but this incident made him see clearly, he couldn't even stand Cheng Yan's tears, and he was frightened when he was ill. Just like this, how could he accept the future without him in the future?
Since we have known each other for so long, Cheng Yan has been following him, showing his liking, and he has restrained himself again and again. When will his heart not lose to his liking?
Song Yu stared at the door of the emergency department, and Mangwu's heart became clearer.
Because he had been busy with Cheng Yan, Song Yu forgot to say hello to Cheng Yan's parents. It was his aunt who reminded him. The aunt asked if he wanted to notify his parents.
"No," Song Yu took out his phone, wiped the water stains, and said, "Don't let them worry."
Song Yu called Cheng's mother. He stored the phone numbers of Cheng Yan's parents in his mobile phone. Because of their frequent contacts, they were no strangers.
"Auntie, I found Cheng Yan," Song Yu looked at the emergency department: "Don't worry, he's fine, I'm just here to ask you for instructions, can he stay with me tonight?"
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Cheng Yan slept for a long time, and this sleep made his heavy head a lot easier. When he woke up, he looked at the white wall and smelled the smell of disinfectant. Cheng Yan moved his hand. Painful, he frowned and looked at his hand holding the drip.
This is... a hospital?
"Wake up." An unfamiliar man walked in. Cheng Yan felt familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while. He brainstormed to no avail. He was judging and guarding against this man.
"I'm Uncle Song Yu." The man took the initiative to introduce himself when he saw his confused eyes. He said that Cheng Yan had an impression. Yes, there is this person in the photo of Aunt Song Yu's house.
"Are you okay?" My uncle approached the head of the bed and covered him with the quilt. "You passed out with a fever, and I brought you to the hospital."
Cheng Yan understood the situation, and his memories came flooding back. He stroked his hand and said with guilt, "I'm sorry."
He didn't want to torment others at night. He was too irrational. After a good night's sleep, he felt that he had calmed down a lot.
"There's nothing to be sorry for, it's normal to be sick," my uncle didn't take it to heart, and urged, "You have to be careful in the future, don't ruin your body by relying on your youth."
"No." Cheng Yan responded weakly, completely out of respect for his elders, otherwise he really didn't want to talk to anyone given his current fatigue.
The uncle also saw his tiredness and didn't bother him much. The patient had to rest well, and it was late at night now.
Just when my uncle was about to ask people to take a good rest, Song Yu came in.
Cheng Yan on the hospital bed raised his head and met Song Yu's eyes. The two of them were silent, and the ward was filled with a heavy atmosphere.
Uncle did not feel this kind of atmosphere, and said to Song Yu: "Come back, let him eat first, and rest after eating..."
"Uncle," Song Yu interrupted, "you go back to rest first."
The uncle looked at the two of them, and felt that the two of them seemed to have something to say. The young people had their own topics. The uncle knew what happened to Cheng Yan. He didn't interfere, nodded, and walked out of the ward. After explaining Song Yu a few words, he left the hospital.
Song Yu carried hot porridge in his hand. He went out to buy something to eat. It was not easy to get something to eat in the evening. He ran far enough, his trousers were still wet, and his hair was condensed together, even though it was not raining so heavily outside.
It was already early morning, and neither of them was sleepy.
Cheng Yan looked at Song Yu quietly, he was unpacking the bowl of hot porridge, and there was only the sound of Song Yu unpacking the box in the ward.
He didn't eat at night, Song Yu brought the spoon and hot porridge in front of Cheng Yan, Cheng Yan raised his hand and said, "I'll do it myself."
His hands were still dripping, which was inconvenient, but he didn't let Song Yu feed him. It was an intimate matter. At present, he didn't want to do intimate things with him.
Cheng Yan was holding the bottom of the plastic bowl with his dripping hands. He didn't want to eat, but he just didn't want to spoil others after they bought something from all the way back.
Song Yu stared at Cheng Yan on the hospital bed, holding a bowl and spoon, and eating silently.
He woke up, and his mind was awake, but there was still a low emotion on his face, not anger, but a calm to the extreme indifference.
Song Yu lowered his head, curled his fingers slightly, and said in a deep voice in the silent ward, "I'm sorry."
Avoiding him this week, avoiding him, neglecting him, and pushing him away after meeting him, there are too many places for him to say sorry.
Cheng Yan didn't respond, just paused on his hand, and then it seemed like nothing happened. He lowered his head to organize the lunch box and put aside the meal he hadn't eaten.
Song Yu saw that he didn't want to mention it. Maybe he was too tired. He just woke up and waited for him to fully recover. Song Yu didn't plan to mention it tonight. He came to the hospital bed and took out a tissue , and handed it to Cheng Yan.
Cheng Yan took it and said two words from a distance: "Thank you."
Song Yu froze for a while, Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai would be angry when he thanked him, because friendship is at its extreme, a thank you will make people feel very distant, what about intimate lovers?
Song Yu thought that he might still be angry and he hadn't forgiven him yet. Due to Cheng Yan's current situation, he didn't dare to be too aggressive, and only instructed: "You have a good rest, what's the matter, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
"Does my mother know?" Cheng Yan turned a deaf ear and asked instead.
Song Yu told him his arrangements: "I said hello to my aunt, and I didn't mention your illness, just that you slept with me tonight."
"That's it." Cheng Yan understood and was very pleased that he made a thoughtful decision for him. He reached out his hand. Cheng Yan wanted to throw the tissue into the trash can, but Song Yu grabbed it and threw it into the garbage not far away for him. bucket.
His thoughtfulness is different from his cold appearance in the garage, so it is not a matter of once or twice that Cheng Yan can't be sure of Song Yu and his uncertain mood.
"You rest first," Song Yu said, "I won't disturb you anymore."
He has a lot to say now, and a lot of clear ideas to express, but Cheng Yan has no interest in talking to him about it. It's too late today, let's talk about it later.
Song Yu lifted his quilt, as if taking care of a delicate flower. Isn't what he sees now a fragile flower? There was no blood at all.
"Everything will be fine tomorrow." Song Yu said such a sentence in his ear, like a comfort, but also like a hint to him that nothing will change, they can be the same as before, and everything today doesn't count.
But Cheng Yan didn't think so. It can be said that he didn't think deeply about what Song Yu wanted to convey to him at all. He only knew that he had something to say now. His hand grabbed Song Yu's wrist.
He was awake, completely awake, and a rainstorm woke him up. His current thoughts were what Song Yu wanted, and he figured it out on his own, and he was eager to share them with him.
Song Yu looked at him intently, waiting for his expression.
He couldn't even count it. After waking up, Cheng Yan's first sentence was:
"let's break up."
Song Yu's pupils shrank slightly, the corners of his eyes seemed to tremble a little, and there was a lot of noise in his ears. He had been soaked by the heavy rain all night, and now he felt the cold.
Song Yu's eyes darkened, his tone became unstable, and he asked back with a hint of panic: "What?"
The author says:
Going to chase.