The sweet smell of citrus

At this moment Song Yi told himself that condolences are normal.

After all, she is the monitor.

But deep down in his heart, the more rational Song Yi looked at everything he did and knew it clearly.

These things obviously don't need to be done, but they are still done.

Obviously you don't need to be in a hurry, but you are still in a hurry.

Obviously...

Not all choices are as scary as expected.

The choice that is more in line with daily development is actually...

However, she still thought so.

Fantasies are subjective, and so are answers.

In the busy tone of the phone, Song Yi closed her eyes slightly, and it was all right, she remembered that sentence again.

Hunting geese all day long, he was finally blinded by geese.

Originally, I wanted to treat it before I was blind to the end, but in the end——

The call is connected.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and a loud male voice came from over there.

"Who?"

Song Yi: ...

Bewildered by the somewhat mysterious first word, Song Yi paused for a moment before realizing it, and asked politely, "Hello, Uncle Cheng, I'm Cheng Jialan's deskmate, Song Yi."

On the other side, Cheng Zhai.

Cheng Weiguo, who received Song Yi's call, was also shocked, and then his attitude became more formal and friendly, and he started chatting with Song Yi.

"I heard from the teacher that classmate Cheng is ill, so I called to ask about it."

"Yeah, Lan Lan didn't cover her quilt last night, she caught a cold, and she had a fever this morning, so she didn't go to school."

"That's right, does student Cheng have a serious fever?"

He even had a fever.

"Fortunately, it's not a high fever, but I'm a little weak."

"I don't want to get an injection, I don't want to take medicine, and I don't have any appetite, so I've been lying on the bed for a long time..." Mr. Cheng was also helpless for his old father at this time.

Song Yi frowned after hearing this.

……

what's up?

Delicate and weak, sick, do not take medicine, injections, or eat?

"Lanlan was still talking about you this morning. She had some soup just now, and she probably hasn't slept yet. Would you like to say something to her?" Cheng Weiguo admired his daughter's good example.

Song Yi hummed lightly.

After about a minute or two—

"Who?"

Cheng Jialan hid under the quilt, and shouted angrily, "It's so noisy!"

"it's me!"

"What are you doing again... I said, I don't give injections!"

"It's not about the injection." Cheng Weiguo opened the door, poked his head into the room, and said, "It was your deskmate who called to express condolences to you."

The ball on the bed straightened in an instant and folded up.

Cheng Jialan also emerged from a pile of quilts.

"The monitor is looking for me?"

"Correct."

Song Yi on the other side of the phone could only hear the voices of the father and daughter talking.

Not long after Cheng Weiguo said yes, Cheng Jialan's voice came from her ear.

She was indeed ill.

There was a deep hoarse voice in his voice, and he was panting heavily when speaking.

but--

Her voice was joyful and happy.

When you listen to it, you don't have to taste it carefully, you can simply taste the joy.

"Squad leader! You are looking for me!"

……

At this moment, Song Yi's disconnected fantasy was reconnected.

I was blinded by geese and wanted treatment.

But after a period of treatment, I found that being a blind person is also quite good.

Blind, happy.

Chapter 32 Indulgence

"Squad leader?"

The person on the phone is like a happy little yellow warbler.

Although the voice is not that pleasant, but the emotion... is extremely full.

With a soft heart, the corners of Song Yi's lips slightly raised, "I'm here."

"Why did you call me at this time?" Cheng Jialan lay on the bed, her voice a little milky.

Song Yi put his hands on the table, and looked out of the window, "I heard that you are sick, so I come to greet you."

"Thank you monitor for your concern~"

"I heard from my uncle that you don't get injections or take medicine when you're sick?" Song Yi didn't question him either, just asked softly.

On the other side, Cheng Jialan glanced at the old man in front of him with a knife, made a humming expression, and then said to the phone in a low voice: "Because it's not a serious illness..."

"It's just a low-grade fever. It should be fine tomorrow." There's no need for injections and medicine.

She wiggled her legs and argued.

Song Yi snorted, "So, you had a minor illness, it wasn't serious at all, so you just skipped class?"

Cheng Jialan: ...

"No."

Cheng Jialan was at a loss for words.

"I'm not skipping class... I'm sick."

The topic came back to being sick.

Song Yi hummed, "Yes, so you know you're sick, and you still play petty temper, refusing to take medicine or injections? Student Cheng, why are you still acting like a child when you're so old?"

"Do you want to come to class?"

"The foundation was not very solid. Recently, the review has finally improved. I have been at home all the time. When you come back, you will not understand the class again."

Cheng Jialan knew that she was concerned about him, and moved his mouth, wanting to refute, but he couldn't say anything too oppressive, so he could only let out a small oh after a series of exhortations.