Genius Girlfriend

Teacher Wu walked quickly to the last row of the classroom. She picked up Lin Zhixia, put her palm on Lin Zhixia's forehead, and sighed, "I really have a fever."

"I'm so dizzy..." Lin Zhixia described.

Teacher Wu took a breath and said loudly, "Dong Sunqi, Tang Leqin, you two maintain class discipline. I took Lin Zhixia to the school infirmary. Is anyone else in the class having a fever? Is anyone unwell?"

The class was silent, and no one responded.

Facts have proved that only Lin Zhixia has a fever.

Teacher Wu dare not delay for a minute. She rushed Lin Zhixia into the school infirmary and called Lin Zhixia's mother again.

Towards noon, Lin Zhixia's mother hurried to the school.

The nurse sister in the school infirmary has taken Lin Zhixia's body temperature twice, each time it was 38.1 degrees. After Lin Zhixia took the anti-fever medicine, she felt limp, she wanted to go home and sleep. Seeing her mother, she felt safe in her heart and took her mother's hand and said, "Mom, I want to go home."

Mother is very gentle to her.

Lin Zhixia didn't say a word, obediently leaning against her mother's sleeve, like a cub lost in the rain, seeking her mother's shelter. Her cheeks were slightly flushed and her eyes were watery, which made her mother very distressed.

Mother said hurriedly: "Xiaxia, let's go, mother will take you home."

Mom came by bicycle. She asked Lin Zhixia to sit in the back seat and hug her waist with both hands. She was riding a bicycle, carrying her daughter, and shuttled in the howling cold wind at the end of December. The winter in this city is not warm. The leaves of the street trees fell clean, leaving only bare branches. The cold wind poured back into Lin Zhixia's collar, making her shiver with cold.

Her nose and ears were frozen. She took a breath, and the chill spread down her trachea.

"Xia Xia?" Mom called her.

"Is it home soon?" Lin Zhixia asked back.

Mom parked the bicycle by the road. She took off her down jacket and placed it on Lin Zhixia's head. The coat was very warm, like spring sunshine, and still had a body temperature that had not yet dissipated.

The gas that Lin Zhixia exhaled was condensed into white mist, which drifted away with the wind. She returned the clothes to her mother: "It's very cold today. Mom gives me the coat. Mom will catch a cold."

"It's okay, we're almost home. I'll make chicken noodles for you at noon, okay? It's cold, drink more hot soup." Mom wore a sweater and continued to ride.

"Okay." Lin Zhixia replied softly. She vaguely remembered that the sweater on her mother was knitted by grandma. Grandma certainly didn't want her mother to be cold in winter.

Lin Zhixia propped the down jacket with her hands and hung it on her mother's shoulders. The clothes covered Lin Zhixia's head, forming a semi-enclosed space.

She took a nap, the speed of the car slowed down, and her mother took her back to the Ancheng community.

My mother said to her: "Xiaxia, you have a meal at noon and sleep. If you still have a fever in the afternoon, we will go to the hospital."

Lin Zhixia hated going to the hospital the most in her life. She was afraid of getting injections, let alone getting slapped water. She pretended to be obedient and nodded, but she thought in her heart that she would not go to the hospital.

Lin Zeqiu came back from school just after 12 noon.

Lin Zeqiu stepped into the house and noticed that the atmosphere was dull. With an ominous premonition in his heart, he ran to his mother and asked, "What happened to our family?"

"It's okay," my mother told Lin Zeqiu, "it's your sister. After the hepatitis B vaccine today, she has a fever, reaching 38 degrees Celsius. She has taken anti-fever medicine, and now she is sleeping in the bedroom."

Today's outdoor temperature is below zero, the frost hits the leaves, the winter wind is harsh, and the face hurts. But Lin Zeqiu's house only had an electric heater, and that electric heater was naturally placed in Lin Zhixia's room.

Mom turned on the electric heater to the maximum gear, and Lin Zhixia's house quickly became warmer and became the most comfortable place for the whole family.

There is an iron stove in the living room with briquettes burning in the hearth. Lin Zeqiu moved a bench and sat on the edge of the stove to warm himself.

The flame was scorching hot and burning red. Lin Zeqiu fiddled with the honeycomb eyes of the briquettes with an iron rod. The red sparks suddenly burst out and almost burned his clothes.

He was sitting on the chair, his waist moved back, and the soles of his shoes rubbed against the floor tiles, making a harsh movement.

"Lin Zeqiu!" Mom reprimanded him harshly, "You stay honest, don't mess with me."

Lin Zeqiu sat up awkwardly, "I didn't do anything."

Mother was busy in the kitchen for a while. While she was cooking, she said, "Lin Zeqiu, if you are free, go see your sister."

Lin Zeqiu walked to the door of Lin Zhixia's bedroom without complaint.

He stood still for ten seconds without hearing any sound. He gently pushed open the door of Lin Zhixia's room, and immediately felt the warmth of the electric heater.

He saw Lin Zhixia lying on the bed, covered with a soft quilt, holding the little penguin plush toy in his arms. The little penguin showed half of his head. Lin Zhixia closed her eyes, her eyelashes were thick, her cheeks were white and tender, her breathing was even and steady, she seemed to be asleep.

Lin Zeqiu felt relieved.

After a while, lunch is ready. The smell of food wafts in the house. My mother woke up Lin Zhixia, and brought a bowl of steaming chicken noodles into Lin Zhixia's room, coaxing her to eat with small mouthfuls.

Lin Zhixia was dizzy and said nonsense: "Mom, do you think I am smart?"

In order to let her eat more, her mother answered without hesitation: "Of course, our Xiaxia is the smartest child in the world."

"It's strange." Lin Zeqiu answered lukewarmly behind.

Mom turned her head and glared at him: "Said a few words, your sister is sick today."

Lin Zeqiu walked to the bed and raised a hand to cover his sister's forehead. His calm look gradually cracked. He frowned, lowered his head, and looked at Lin Zhixia: "It's not lightly burning."

Lin Zhixia also looked up at him: "I want to sleep."

Mother discussed with her: "Xia Xia, take another bite, okay?"

Lin Zhixia shook her head like a rattle. She lay on the bed and closed the quilt tightly: "I have no appetite. I just had a dream."

"What dream?" Mom and brother asked her in unison.

Lin Zhixia narrated ignorantly: "I dreamed that my brain burned out... I forgot all the knowledge I learned, just like ordinary people. I suddenly understood my brother. For so many years, brother, are you? Have a hard time? You have to spend time to endorse, and the exam will make you nervous. Brother, you and your brain are not easy..."

Normally, Lin Zhixia's dangerous speech would make Lin Zeqiu jump into a thunder on the spot.

But today, Lin Zeqiu uncharacteristically tolerated Lin Zhixia. He said calmly and frankly: "Being your brother is not easy."

Lin Zhixia asked him: "Brother, are you sad? Will your brother feel sad because of my relatives?"

Lin Zeqiu whispered, "No."

Lin Zhixia turned her head and met his eyes: "Isn't there?"

Lin Zeqiu smiled. His birthday is in January. In less than half a month, he will be thirteen years old. He is in a thriving juvenile period. His Adam's apple became obvious, his voice changed, and it sounded slightly lowered: "When you were a kid... I didn't mean you are now, before you went to school at six years old, that often drove me crazy. Anyway, you are me. ……its mine……"

He has hardly said sensational things. He always called Lin Zhixia by his first name. And now, he stammered: "It's my sister."

"Really?" Lin Zhixia clutched the quilt with both hands. "Brother, your temper today is much better than usual."

Lin Zeqiu took the job from his mother. Holding the handle of the spoon, he scooped up a spoonful of noodle soup, moving the spoon forward stiffly and slowly.

He has never fed Lin Zhixia. He thought Lin Zhixia would sell him face.

However, Lin Zhixia turned to look at the wall: "I won't eat."

"You just tasted two bites of rice, isn't it uncomfortable to be hungry?" Lin Zeqiu criticized her seriously and reproachfully.

"My head is dizzy," Lin Zhixia grievedly retracted into the quilt, "I don't want to eat anything, I still have some underlying symptoms of gastroesophageal reflux. Let me rest... I'm so sleepy, mother ,I want to sleep."

Mother soaked the towel in water, wrung it out, and put it on Lin Zhixia's forehead. She and Lin Zeqiu both left Lin Zhixia's bedroom, and the room suddenly became much quieter.

The curtains were drawn tightly and the electric heater made a slight roar.

Lin Zhixia was in a state of half dream and half awake, chaos in the clouds and mist. She didn't know how long she slept, only heard her mother say in her ear: "Xia Xia hasn't gone down with fever, we have to go to the hospital."

The sky is already at night, and the moonlight is like practice.

In the middle of winter in December, the cold wind blew like waves, and the lights of Wanjia were blurred.

Father took Lin Zhixia out of the house, and mother closed the shop. Lin Zeqiu locked the anti-theft door, chased it out wearing a coat, and said, "Take me, and I will also go to the hospital."

"Why are you going to the hospital?" Mom told him, "You stay at home and don't make trouble."

Lin Zhixia is still making the last fight: "Dad, I don't want to go to the hospital, I want to stay at home..."

Dad's tone became severe: "Xiaxia, you have a fever of 39 degrees, and you have just taken your body temperature. You took anti-fever medicine at noon, but your body temperature did not drop, but it became more and more serious. This won't work, Xia Xia, We must go to the hospital."

Dad is the best talker in the whole family.

Lin Zhixia could not persuade her father. She knew that some troubles could not be avoided.

Mom stopped a taxi at the gate of Ancheng District. Dad sat in the back row holding Lin Zhixia, and my brother followed. Mother did not drive her brother away. She said to the driver, "Master, go to the Provincial People's Hospital."

How far is the Provincial People's Hospital from here?

Lin Zhixia looked out of the car window, the street lights reflected, and the whole city was colorful and the bustling roads extended in all directions. She saw skyscrapers rising from the ground, and buildings in the distance connected to the buildings, forming a continuous landscape.

"Architecture," she said suddenly, "I haven't studied architecture yet."

Lin Zeqiu, who was sitting next to her, answered, "Can you stay honestly? Don't think so much."

Lin Zhixia yawned: "Brother?"

Lin Zeqiu replied: "What are you doing?"

Lin Zhixia put a hand on his shoulder: "I have a fever of 39.4 degrees. My brain is blank, my thinking is blocked, and I am agitated..."

After a pause, Lin Zhixia held her brother's shoulders and said dazedly: "I used to suspect that we are not brothers and sisters. You are always reluctant to communicate with me, and you are always fierce to me. Now, I don’t doubt it. My fever reaches 39.4 degrees, how similar I am to you."

"Lin Zhixia." Lin Zeqiu gently touched her head.

He even smiled a little, but said something rude and hostile: "Can't you shut up? Only you in this car can talk?"

"Lin Zeqiu, don't quarrel with your sister." Dad's tone was tired and tired.

Lin Zeqiu retracted back into place. He put his arms around in a defensive posture.

It didn't take long before they arrived at the Provincial People's Hospital.

This time the taxi took a seat and cost a full 14 yuan. Lin Zhixia was a little bit reluctant, but her parents didn't say anything. She was taken to the emergency room of the Provincial People's Hospital by her parents and went through a series of procedures such as registration, queuing, and seeing a doctor. The doctor also asked her to take a blood test for examination.

Lin Zhixia was stunned. She asked: "Draw blood?"

The doctor asked her: "Have you ever drawn blood?"

Lin Zhixia opened her eyes wide and looked at the doctor blankly. Her eyes were moist, as if a layer of mist had formed, with tears drenched in her eyes, she was gaining momentum.

The young doctor kindly described: "The nurse puts a tourniquet on you, punctures the blood vessel, and draws the blood immediately..."

Lin Zhixia suddenly burst into tears when he heard "piercing blood vessels". Tears fell on her clothes, and she couldn't help sobbing quietly: "Mom, Mom, I don't want to draw blood, I'm so scared..."

Mom quickly coaxed her: "Xiaxia, don't be afraid. Mom will make you shrimp dumplings, braised pork ribs, tomato and egg soup tomorrow, okay? I'll buy you half a catty of strawberries."

Shrimp dumplings and strawberries are Lin Zhixia's lifelong loves.

Even if she has a high fever, is confused, and her heart is full of resistance and rejection to the "blood test", she still can't be attracted to shrimp dumplings and strawberries.

She looked up at her mother, with tears in her eyelashes, and nodded and said, "Okay."

She suppressed her emotions and looked very well-behaved and quiet.

Mother hugged her and muttered to herself: "Even if Xia Xia knows more, she is still a nine-year-old child."

Lin Zhixia followed the nurse to draw blood very obediently. For shrimp dumplings, braised pork ribs and half a catty of strawberries, Lin Zhixia showed great willpower and great endurance.

Even, when she heard that she was going to get some water, she just frowned: "I have a hunch."

At half past nine in the night, Lin Zhixia was lying on the hospital bed and calmly accepted the arrangement of fate.

The infusion bottle was hung on the shelf next to the bed, and the liquid fell drop by drop and injected into Lin Zhixia's vein.

Lin Zhixia's left hand was stabbed with a needle. She dared not look at her hands, and lay in silence for a few minutes, sleeping and unable to sleep, awake and bored. She shouted: "Brother."

"The two aunts on the opposite bed are reading," Lin Zeqiu reminded her, "What do you want to say, be quiet."

Lin Zhixia suggested: "Brother, I'm so bored. Let's play Feihualing."

The so-called "Flying Flower Order" refers to an ancient Chinese wine-making order, which tests a person's poetry skills. Participating players read a poem in turn, and the sentence must contain a specific word.

The hardest part is that that word must be shifted bit by bit.

Lin Zeqiu hates this game very much. Since childhood, he has lost as many times as he has played. His memory is completely incomparable with Lin Zhixia.

"Brother! From the beginning, I choose the word'flower'!" Lin Zhixia said enthusiastically, "It was written in a poem "Shi Mian" by a poet in the Tang Dynasty-"The flowers reopened in season, and the water flows eastward." Will not pay it back, brother, it's your turn."

Lin Zeqiu pondered for a moment, then continued: "Peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze."

Lin Zhixia replied quickly: "Luo Qihua flies to Bai Yutang."

Lin Zeqiu spread his legs and put both hands on his knees: "I can't remember anymore. I give up."

"Brother, let's continue playing," Lin Zhixia begged him, "All poems and songs with the word'flower' are fine."

Lin Zeqiu was willing to speak: "When is Chun Hua Qiu Yue, how much do you know about the past."

Lin Zhixia recites a famous line from the "Bodhisattva Man" by Sun Guangxian, a poet of the Tang Dynasty: "No one sweeps the flowers in the small courtyard, and the fragrance is all over the place."

Lin Zeqiu supported his cheek with one hand: "I don't know where to go, but Taohua still smiles at the spring breeze."

"You just said this poem," Lin Zhixia pointed out mercilessly, "you can't say it anymore."

Lin Zeqiu sat upright in his seat: "Where are so many troublesome rules? Can you play some ordinary games with me?"

"Then let's play... the game that lists the names of the heroes of the Water Margin. My classmates like to play this game. I have never participated, because I know no one can beat me." Lin Zhixia honestly confided to her brother.

The elder brother made a cold face and raised his head: "Monk Hua, Lu Zhishen."

Lin Zhixia said: "Black whirlwind, Li Kui."

The brother said casually: "Muyasha, Sun Erniang."

Lin Zhixia's eyes lit up: "Brother, do you know the origin of the word'Mu Yasha'? Yasha is a kind of monster name. There is an article in the Qing Dynasty novel "Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio" called "The Kingdom of Yasha." It is said! In the country of Yasha, the more beautiful people, the lower their social status, and the ugly people, the better their lives! Hahahaha, isn’t it interesting..."

Suddenly, Lin Zhixia yawned and said, "Brother, you look like you, and it’s for everyone to shout and beat you when you put it in the country of Yasha."

Lin Zeqiu couldn't tell for a while, whether Lin Zhixia was complimenting him for his good-looking appearance or was scolding him for going to the Yasha Congress and being beaten up--he tended to choose the latter explanation.

Father went downstairs to pay for medicine and hospitalization, while mother was still in bed in the ward.

When Lin Zeqiu was chatting with his sister, his mother sat aside and peeled apples. Mom used a knife to cut out continuous apple peels, but Lin Zhixia said: "Mom, I don't eat apples."

"This is for your brother." Mom said.

Lin Zhixia loves strawberries, Lin Zeqiu loves apples only. Perhaps it is because Lin Zeqiu's name contains the word "autumn", and Apple is always on the market in autumn.

After peeling the peel, mother handed the apple to Lin Zeqiu.

Lin Zeqiu took a bite of the apple. And Lin Zhixia was already asleep.

Mom stretched out a hand and gently tightened Lin Zhixia's quilt. She looked at her daughter and said to her son: "Lin Zeqiu, you will come home with your father later, and I will spend the night with Xia Xia. She will have to stay in the hospital for observation for one day. You will have to go to school tomorrow. At four o'clock tomorrow morning, Your father came to the hospital to pick me up, and I rode a tricycle to the wholesale market to buy goods...Your father was too soft-tempered, so he didn't negotiate the price with anyone. I have to buy goods."

The cold wind at the end of December was blowing on the windowsill of the hospital, and there was another drizzle outside. The driving vehicles pass through puddles on the road, and the rolling wheels make the sound of water droplets.

Lin Zeqiu glanced out the window and asked for no reason: "Mom, do you think... life is very hard?"

Mother hesitated for two seconds before saying, "It's not hard." She half-downed her head, still taking care of her daughter, her slightly messy hair covering her sight.

Lin Zeqiu didn't know what to say. He straightened his back awkwardly: "In a few years, Lin Zhixia and I will grow up."

"Okay." Mom answered him. It may be affected by the dim light in the ward. He seemed to see water glowing in his mother's eyes.

The rain outside the window has been falling all night. The rain was messy, and water splashed all over the sky.

In the evening of the next day, the rain finally stopped.

Lin Zhixia was refreshed and his body was basically healed. She was discharged from the hospital with her mother, who asked her to follow the doctor's advice, so she rested at home for another day.

My mother is indeed a mother who keeps her promise. When Lin Zhixia was recuperating at home, her mother rushed to the vegetable market to buy live shrimps, peeled off the shells, blanched and chopped the stuffing, and made a plate of shrimp dumplings.

At the lunch table at noon, Mom and Dad said they didn't like shrimp. Mother picked up the plate of shrimp dumplings and put a part of them into the rice bowls of Lin Zhixia and Lin Zeqiu.

"Are you really not eating?" Lin Zhixia asked.

"This is sea prawns," my mother told her. "My father and I don't eat seafood. We both grew up in the mountains and love to eat mountain products. There is nothing to lie to you. Your grandpa and grandma know it. I am used to snacks. Shanhuo."

Lin Zhixia will be suspicious.

There are six dumplings in her bowl. She thought about it carefully, picked up two dumplings and put them in father's bowl, and picked up the other two and put them in mother's bowl.

Lin Zhixia picked up the porcelain bowl and said softly, "I still want to eat with my parents."

Mother did not answer. Dad sighed. He picked up the lunch box and turned around to look after the business in the shop.

Lin Zhixia saw her father's tall figure disappear in the door of the living room. She held the chopsticks and took a bite of the shrimp dumplings, it was really delicious. Why is there such a delicious thing as shrimp dumplings in this world?

She couldn't bear to gobble it up. She decided to savor it carefully.

Lin Zeqiu and Lin Zhixia's eating habits are completely opposite. Lin Zeqiu swept through the food in the bowl like a cloud, and his appetite was twice that of Lin Zhixia. He cared about his sister by the way: "Are you still uncomfortable today?"

"It's okay," Lin Zhixia dipped dumplings in vinegar, "I have completely reduced my fever, it's healthy and refreshing."

Lin Zeqiu reminded her: "You have to go to school tomorrow."

"Okay." Lin Zhixia replied.

After the meal, Lin Zhixia packed up things in her bedroom.

There were a pile of plush toys on her bed, sloppy and disorderly. She only left the kitten and the little penguin. Other dolls were stuffed into the cabinet by her or placed on the desk.

There is a business card on her desk.

That is Professor Shen Zhaohua's business card.

More than two months ago, Lin Zhixia met Professor Shen Zhaohua and her team of doctoral students in the Ocean Aquarium.

At that time, the doctoral student told Lin Zhixia that she was welcome to call Professor Shen and visit the university campus at any time.

It stands to reason that Lin Zhixia got Professor Shen's contact information in October this year and should call Professor Shen immediately. But while she was busy reading the new physics research paper on "Neutron-rich Nuclear Strange Properties" published in 2004, she put aside Professor Shen's business card...for now.

At noon today, Lin Zhixia picked up the receiver of the landline in a mysterious manner and pressed a series of phone numbers she knew well.

Lin Zhixia felt that she had grown a little bit. The short hospitalization experience made her more courageous.

She stood by the phone, waited for two seconds, and heard a young sister's voice: "Hello, hello, who can I call?"

"Hello, I am looking for Teacher Shen Zhaohua," Lin Zhixia briefly described, "In mid-October, I met Teacher Shen and her students at the Ocean Aquarium."

The sister was surprised and said: "Ah? It's you! Hello, little sister." She introduced herself immediately: "I remember you, I am a student of Teacher Shen. I was there that day."

Lin Zhixia thought for a moment and asked her: "Sister, is your name Zhu Chan? Teacher Shen currently only brings one female doctoral student named Zhu Chan. I found relevant information on the university's official website."

When Zhu Chan heard her say "sister", she only felt that the word "sister" was too sweet by her.

Zhu Chan told her without hiding anything privately: "Are you looking for Teacher Shen? Teacher Shen has gone to Beijing for a meeting and can't go home until Saturday."

Lin Zhixia asked again: "Then can I visit your laboratory?"

"Of course," Zhu Chan said, "Mr. Shen said hello to us. It's best to come with your parents. You are too young and you still need a guardian to accompany you."

Lin Zhixia hesitated: "Excuse me, besides the guardian, can I... bring my classmates?"

Zhu Chan hesitated: "Are your classmates? Also a nine-year-old kid?"

"Yes," Lin Zhixia told her, "you saw him at the aquarium that day. He helped me receive Teacher Shen's business card."

Zhu Chan promised heartily: "Well, you two will come to our school this Sunday. Teacher Shen will come to school on Sunday to sort out the materials. Teacher Shen wants to meet you and talk to you about what you are interested in. Academic issues."