chapter 30

"Mom! Mom, come quickly! Zhuang Shao is sick!"

He was fine when he left, how could he be so sick when he came back? Meng Ye was a little overwhelmed, and even forgot to help people up.

When You Ying arrived and turned on the light, Zhuang Shao's face burned red and his expression was confused.

"No, I have a fever." She was rarely so serious. "Take his ID card and get dressed. I'll go outside and call a car."

Meng Ye put the sweater on Zhuang Shao as quickly as possible, and wiped his sweat with his sleeves. Pulling open the schoolbag and flipping through the documents, accidentally found a brand-new mobile phone inside, even without the outer packaging.

Depend on.

This guy won't go into the coal kiln to work as a black worker these two days!

Without thinking about it, he put his ID card in his pocket and pulled it on again.

"Mom, is the car here yet?" he yelled.

You Ying answered from the door, but couldn't hear it clearly. He simply carried Zhuang Shao on his back, while Yu Na also ran over, supported him from behind, and the family rushed to the hospital in a hurry, even forgetting to lock the door of the hotel.

The night shrouded in darkness, and the little dragon's bark grew farther and farther, until it was completely inaudible.

"It's going to die," You Ying muttered while sitting in the front row, "Amitabha, all the way to the fucking red light, be deliberate, God."

"...Mom, show some respect to the Bodhisattva."

"I'm not in a hurry!"

Meng Ye was also anxious. He let Zhuang Shao lean on his shoulder, his face sullen and bitterness in his mouth.

"Brother Zhuang won't be stupid." Yu Na whispered, "That's how it was played on TV."

You Ying said it was useful for you to watch!

Meng Ye is stupid if he wants to be stupid, I don't care if it's a big deal!

The family is usually too healthy, and when they arrived at the emergency room, they couldn't find Bei, thanks to Yu Na wailing: "Is there anyone? Help, my brother is going to be stupid!"

"...What's the situation? Let me see."

The doctor who rescued the wounded took his temperature, rolled his eyes, listened to his heartbeat, and finally concluded, "There is still a long way to go before being silly. Let's infuse, leave one person to guard, and the others can go back."

Meng Ye pestered the other party round and round: "No, no, it's just a fever, how can he not wake up just because of a fever?"

"I'm a doctor and you're a doctor. This thermometer is clearly displayed. I don't believe that I can see it by myself. Besides, he is not called a coma, it is called falling asleep, and he has no strength to open his eyes!"

"Oh." Meng Ye seemed to understand, but he knew that Zhuang Shao needed someone, "Mom, go back, I'll stay here."

You Ying doesn't trust him: "Can you do it?"

Hey I'm grumpy.

Meng Ye patted his chest and assured: "I'll be responsible if something goes wrong, don't worry."

"Then you have to take a good look at him. Call the nurse immediately after the medicine is dripped. If he wants to drink water, buy it for him."

"I know." Meng Ye slammed the two of them, "It's so long-winded before menopause... Nana, take Zhuang Shao's schoolbag and me to school tomorrow morning, if he can go to school, I'll accompany him, if he can't, I'll pull it down. ."

"Okay." Yu Na and You Ying turned around three times, feeling so uneasy.

But it turns out that Meng Ye is very reliable at critical moments, especially when it comes to taking care of Zhuang Shao.

He first grabbed the bed furthest away from the TV at the speed of the competition, and then used the willpower of a weightlifter to hug a princess Zhuang Shao! Raised over your shoulders! Move through a room of patients to the end.

It was exhausting then.

In fact, the physical strength is still good, mainly because of fear, until now it is better.

He moved a plastic stool and sat down next to the sick patient. Meng Ye pulled up his sleeves to wipe the sweat, then raised his chin and watched the nurse give Zhuang Shao an injection.

This sister seems to be a newcomer, and the needle was not punctured accurately, and he directly pierced his heart and bleeds.

"Ouch! You should be gentle, it hurts to be punctured."

Sister Nurse is also a little bit embarrassed: "I didn't pierce you, and the big guy is afraid of pain."

"He is a man and not a wood, what does it have to do with age."

Besides, stabbing him is almost the same as stabbing me! Meng Ye was not angry.

"Okay, okay, I'll be more precise."

After the nurse left with a plate, Meng Ye turned to stare at Zhuang Shao.

Zhuang Shao's deep eyes were tightly closed, the skin around the eye sockets was slightly red, and when he moved his forehead occasionally, purple-blue tendons appeared on both sides of his temples. His always calm face was blank, looking even more indifferent than usual, even approaching the dullness of despair.

What happened?

Meng Ye lowered his head close to his face, observed his eyelids, eyelashes, the bridge of his nose, and even his breathing, his lips, and recalled the amazing words that came out of his mean mouth.

As a result, the memories for a long time were full of clips of the two making fun of the boring child, how they wanted to be interesting, how they wanted to like it.

Don't be stupid, Meng Ye thought.

What should I do if you are stupid, who am I going to bully? Who will give me lectures, who will take me home?

But if you're really stupid, we're not afraid, it doesn't matter if you're stupid, that's not what I mean when I marry a chicken, a dog and a dog, what I mean is that being a friend means you have to be poor and can't move, no matter what you become won't despise you.

Thinking wildly, he soon became sleepy, so sleepy that the chicken pecking at the rice, propped up his head and fell asleep. When I slept again, I felt that someone was covering me with a quilt, so frightened Meng Ye almost thought it was a ghost!

He snorted.

His mouth was covered: "What are you calling?"

"When did you wake up?"

Meng Ye turned his head with difficulty, trying to regain his breath. But when he turned his head like that, his face suddenly met Zhuang Shao in the dark, so close at hand.

Zhuang Shao's thin skeleton was against him, his slender fingers were covering him, his straight nose was facing him, and the warm breath circulated between the two, making him suddenly lose his language ability.

What does Zhuang Shao smell like?

He raised the lower half of his face and approached like a puppy, trying to smell it. Zhuang Shao withdrew suddenly: "What's the nerve?"

Meng Ye retracted and touched the bridge of his nose: "What does your body smell like?"

"Humanity." Zhuang Shao was annoyed.

In fact, just went to the bathroom and washed hands with soap.

Meng Ye reacted: "Why did I sleep in your bed?"

The narrow single hospital bed could squeeze two young bodies, and Zhuang Shao even wrapped his left hand on Meng Ye's waist, looking very suspicious.

"What do you say?" Zhuang Shao didn't change his face and heart, "What are you talking about?"

Meng Ye immediately felt that he was not a person, and apologized in a flash: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was drowsy, I found a place to lie down."

Zhuang Shao said forget it, it's not that they haven't slept together, just squeeze a little bit.

"Really interesting."

"Lie down." Zhuang Shao turned his back and said, "Don't arch around, it's just such a big nest."

"I'm a maggot!" Meng Ye punched him hard on the back of the shoulder, "What are you arching..."

The patient next door was woken up and shouted "Tsk!", and the two of them hurriedly shrank their necks and pretended to be dead.

Meng Ye lay down next to him, his pointed chin resting on his shoulders, and his hands wrapped around his waist involuntarily. Not for anything else, mainly to save space.

"Isn't it too hot?" Zhuang Shao stiffened for a moment and whispered.

"I'm still cold."

The arms around his waist tightened, he found a comfortable position and closed his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Are you almost feeling better?"

"The fever is gone," Zhuang Shao frowned, "but if you keep strangling me like this, I'll die."

Meng Ye hehe twice and let go.

"Hey, seriously, why did you get sick as soon as you came back? You won't get acclimatized after only three days of walking."

Zhuang Shao didn't say a word, just rolled over and stared at him.

"Look at what I'm doing."

"Turn around."

"what?"

Zhuang Shao repeated: "Turn over."

Out of trust, Meng Ye turned around and turned his butt back, inexplicably in his heart: "What the hell are you doing?"

This guy won't be punished, will he still hold revenge?

As a result, Zhuang Shao hugged him from behind, his arms were wrapped around his waist and his arms were extremely tight, and his face was pressed against him, which was equivalent to changing positions with him. Meng Ye was taken aback by such a sudden intimacy, because Zhuang Shao felt very solemn, not joking or boring, but venting, even relying.

His voice couldn't help softening: "What's the matter?"

Zhuang Shao said: "It's nothing, it's just that the air conditioner is too bad and it's a little cold."

Meng Ye said yes!

"Do you feel cold too?"

"Well." Zhuang Shao said nothing.

"Hold it, hug it casually, I won't charge you for the sake of our good relationship."

This man is really hateful.

Zhuang Shao bit his shoulder neither lightly nor heavy, and tightened the five fingers around his waist.

Meng Ye was itchy: "You are a dog! Don't bite, don't touch my waist!"

Zhuang Shao didn't mean to let go, but he pressed it even tighter, as hard as holding a life-saving straw. Meng Ye turned his head with difficulty before he died. He wanted to scold his mother, but he looked very frustrated, and his cheeks were still white, and he stopped again.

Hey, otherwise people often say that coquettish men have the best life.

Meng Ye thought.

When Zhuang Shao was so ill and showed weakness, he felt distressed and softened, and he couldn't bear to laugh at him anymore as Sister Lin, and was reluctant to argue with him again.

"Okay." He soothed in a low voice, "Isn't it just a fever? As for it, you don't have to go to school if you have a fever, it's so fucking cool."

Zhuang Shao took a breath and scolded, "You idiot."

Meng Ye snorted twice without replying.

But don't tell me, it's very comfortable to hold like this. In such a quiet and crowded room, with the smell of clean disinfectant, someone desperately gave you his body temperature, lest you escape, leave him and run away, and let you hear his heartbeat.

It's a weird feeling, like you two are the only ones left in the world, and everyone else is a piece of shit.

The sense of security made Meng Ye a little bit chaotic. He didn't even drink a drop of alcohol, but he seemed to be drunk.

It's time to sweat in summer, but fortunately it's winter, which is suitable for hugging.

But I love static electricity in winter. The school uniform of No. 1 Middle School was of poor material. Usually, Zhuang Shao would always electrocute him when he rode him on a bicycle, so every time he got on the bike, he would stretch his sleeves so long that they covered his hands, and then grabbed Zhuang Shao on both sides of his waist. clothing.

But even if you are so careful, sometimes you can't avoid it, and your hand will be numb when you touch it.

Meng Ye sighed secretly in the dark, summer is not good for summer, winter is bad for winter, let's make do with it.

Blame the school uniform...

By the way, what about Zhuang Shao's school uniform? didn't see him when he was pulling his clothes.

"Did you forget your school uniform?" He elbowed his back, "Let's get up early tomorrow, or we won't be able to go back in time to get it."

Take a fart, which pot is not opened to mention which pot.

Zhuang Shao said hoarsely, "Throw it away."

"Throw it?!" Meng Ye almost shouted again, and almost stopped, "Why are you throwing a good school uniform?"

Zhuang Shao said nothing.

Turning around, turning around and turning around again, Meng Ye tried several times before finally turning around completely, staring at him with pitch-black eyes.

"Don't treat me as a friend, do you, just say something!"

"Nothing." Zhuang Shao was upset.

"Shit, talk." Meng Ye punched him in the shoulder.

Zhuang Shao said with a cold face: "My pants are torn, and my mother won't make them up for me."

In fact, he had a big fight before leaving. He threw away all the things his mother bought, and even brought the school uniform that he planned to make up for his mother.

"What?"

Meng Ye grinned, silent but brilliant: "Are you unhappy about this, and you threw away the school uniform in a fit of rage?"

Zhuang Shao said nothing.

"I'm so fucking convinced of you." Meng Ye got closer, and couldn't get any closer, and scolded Zhuang Shao with a smile, "You idiot!"

Zhuang Shao withdrew stiffly: "Go away."

Meng Ye still smiled, staring at him while smiling. Zhuang Shao turned his eyes to the side: "There is no end."

"It's not over, I'll laugh at you for the rest of my life."

"You know what a lifetime is."

Meng Ye said I know.

"It's me all my life, with you." He tapped Zhuang Shao's shoulder, "from living to old age to death, to being buried in a grave and burning paper."

Zhuang Shao looked at him helplessly.

I don't understand where Meng Ye's innocence comes from, he keeps saying these words in a confused way, even though he knows he's not serious at all, he still gets emotional when he hears it.

Meng Ye blinked at Zhuang Shao, Zhuang Shao was quiet for two seconds, and suddenly pulled the quilt to cover it and compact it.

"Why?" Meng Ye trembled, his limbs bounced, "You want to cover me to death!"

Zhuang Shao knelt on his knees, kissed him fiercely across the quilt, and then rubbed his hair hard.

"Fuck!" After he came out, Meng Ye frantically pulled his hair, "Crush me to death, you bastard!"

Zhuang Shao looked at him as if nothing had happened.

"Look at the fart, damn it!"

Shit, fool, bastard, nicknames are getting more and more.

But Zhuang Shao is most willing to be the king.

In the race between the tortoise and the hare, if there is a rabbit, of course there will be a king, and in the end it is the king who wins.

Although the rabbit ran, the bastard slowly chased after him. Anyway, he was still far from the day he was buried in the grave, and he could catch up sooner or later.

"I brought you a present."

"Ah?" Meng Yete was surprised, "What gift?"

"Mobile phone." Zhuang Shao held the person in his arms, "The latest."

Is that phone for me?

Meng Ye pulled and was horrified: "Nerve! Where's the money coming from?"

Zhuang Shao said, "don't worry about it."

"I can't take what I earn from black labor!"

"...I want to fight, so I have to hire someone." Zhuang Shao pressed his head against the pillow, "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Meng Ye wanted to refuse but was reluctant to accept it.

He dreamed that in order to buy him a mobile phone, Zhuang Shao would go to the coal mine for a while and grab it on the street, like his mother was in a movie, and his face was covered with stockings!He was so anxious that he shouted in his dream, "Zhuang Shao, don't! Don't! I don't want it anymore!"

Zhuang Shao woke up and broke out in a cold sweat.

What's the matter, am I being such a bastard?Just kiss him across the quilt and forget about it, and go into a dream as a rapist!