boyfriend died again

The moment He Jiaze took that step outside the rooftop, He Jiaze's consciousness was cut off for a moment. When he woke up again, he found that he was no longer in the old school building, and was being carried on the back of Wu Fei on the path.

The silhouettes of high-rise buildings in the distance are intertwined with light and shadow, blurring into ink paintings in the field of vision.

Ufei's soft and soothing words flowed into his ears with the wind: "Are you awake?"

He Jiaze said, "You are so slow."

Ufei: "I didn't know to tell me in advance before coming here." There was a little displeasure in his tone.

He Jiaze changed the subject: "Look at this street lamp, it's white and long"

Changing the subject didn't work, and Ufei was still angry at the fact that he entered the old school building today without informing him in advance.

"At first I didn't expect to come to the old school building. I remembered to tell you after I entered the school building, but the text message had already been posted, but I was not in a hurry at that time. I always thought you would find me, even if I didn't Said that you can also know what I'm doing. Don't be angry... I was punished, look at my fingers, they are worn out so much." His hands passed through Ufei's shoulders, and they went around Ufei's eyes, giving He looked at the scratches on his ten fingertips, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to see clearly at night, his hands were getting closer and closer to Ufei's face, and then he covered Ufei's eyes: "Quickly say you are not angry at all , it is love that blinds your eyes."

U Fei was still carrying him, his eyes were covered suddenly, he stopped moving immediately, stopped and said: "Don't make trouble now, let's walk." He shook his head and broke away from He Jiaze's hand, "I'm still angry. "

What else can he do, let him be angry for a while.

He Jiaze closed his mouth and lay quietly on Wufei's back. On the way, Wufei also went to the pharmacy. The trauma medicine in the medicine box at home was wasted by pretending to be injured when his identity first appeared.

When he got home, he put He Jiaze on the sofa, opened the medicine packaging bag with a dark face, picked up the alcohol cotton ball with tweezers and said, "Hold out your hand."

He Jiaze held out a hand, and as soon as the alcohol cotton ball touched his wound, it caused a tingling sensation: "Take it easy, hiss—"

Ufei moved more cautiously, and said in a stiff tone: "Why don't you cry when you break your hand?"

He Jiaze: "I yelled, didn't you hear it when you weren't here? And it's embarrassing to be carried around by a girl, so I yelled a few times in a low voice." Yu Fei glared at him. After one glance, he hurriedly said: "But I scolded her loudly, and I called her ugly... It's not scolding, it can be said that I yelled the truth loudly."

Ufei's technique is delicate, cutting the bandage into thin strips, but the bandage is not ugly.

After bandaging, Wufei stood up, and He Jiaze raised his hands above his head: "Glory is injured, can I ask for leave tomorrow instead of going to school?"

Ufei sternly refused: "No."

He Jiaze: "You are actually a spy sent by the school."

After such a day of fuss, He Jiaze was actually quite tired, and Wu Fei's rare serious attitude made him dare not show too much fatigue, pretending to be energetic.

Considering that He Jiaze couldn't hold chopsticks with his fingers, Wu Fei steamed a bowl of steamed eggs, sat next to He Jiaze with the bowl in hand, and scooped it up to his mouth.

It wasn't too early, after dinner, tidying up and washing, He Jiaze fell into a deep sleep after lying on the bed for a while, and Ufei always had a dark face, and he didn't talk too much with him.

In the middle of the night, Ufei was suddenly woken up by a few muffled hums. The source of the sound was that the person lying next to him was mixed with him. He sat up and turned on the bedside lamp, only to see that He Jiaze still closed his eyes tightly, as if he was doing something. Nightmare, brows were tightly frowned, there were continuous whimpers overflowing from half-closed lips, there was an abnormal blush on the face, and the broken hair on the forehead was also wet with sweat.

Wu Fei stretched out his hand and pushed him: "Xiao Ze?" The temperature transmitted from He Jiaze's body to the palm of his hand was too hot, not like his normal body temperature.

Although He Jiaze fell asleep for a short time, this sleep was drowsy and unsteady, his head was swollen and painful, and he woke up after being gently shaken by Wu Fei.

His eyes wandered to Ufei in a dazed way, his drooping eyes looked wet and he was not energetic.

Uffi: "Open your mouth."

He Jiaze didn't even realize that it was a thermometer that was placed next to his mouth, but after listening to Wu Fei's words, he subconsciously opened his mouth to hold the thermometer.

Ufei sat by the side and waited for a while, staring at the stopwatch, and took out the thermometer precisely when the time reached the specified standard. The number on the thermometer was already in the high fever range. To be on the safe side, Ufei decided to take He Jiaze to the hospital.

When Wu Fei asked him to sit up and put on his clothes, He Jiaze grunted twice reluctantly, and got under the quilt, unwilling to get up.

He Jiaze: "Headache, bones...It hurts so much, don't touch me..." His clear and pure voice was stained with a hoarse tone, he hid under the quilt, and broke away from Wufei's outstretched hand.

Every bone in his body felt as if it had been crushed hundreds of times by a heavy vehicle, accompanied by a headache that turned into a drill, digging into his soul one by one.

The pain drained all the strength from his body, even though his body was covered in sweat, sticky and uncomfortable to the point of nausea, as if putting him in a scalding swamp, he was unwilling to leave the bed.

"I don't want to go to the hospital, it's so dark outside...I won't go..." He Jiaze opened his eyes, like a harmless and pitiful herbivore, with begging eyes in his wet eyes, through the haze A mist on the surface fell into Ulfier's eyes.

He hated He Jiaze suffering and showing weakness the most, and immediately compromised with him, easily changing his original plan. Perhaps when facing He Jiaze, he was really the one who had no principles and was blinded.

Wu Fei tucked the pillow back under He Jiaze's head, helped him get rid of the quilt, and said, "I'll go buy medicine for you, and I'll find a doctor to come and see you."

It's impossible to take He Jiaze out, and it's also impossible for Wu Fei to go out by himself.

Hearing this sentence in a daze, He Jiaze stretched out his hand from the quilt, grabbed Wu Fei's clothes, and said something that would make a ghost laugh angrily: "Don't go... that ugly Dare to bully me while you're not here."

Ufir tried to get his permission, assuring him, "I'll be back soon."

He Jiaze was lying on his side, with half of his face buried in the pillow, and he refused to let go of the hand holding Wufei's clothes. He shook his head lightly and felt a headache, and whispered like a drizzle, making it difficult to refuse his request: " I don't take medicine, I don't want a doctor... I want Ufei..." The last three words were drowned in the air.

If Ufir's hearing was not more sensitive than that of ordinary people, he might have missed half of what he said.

Wu Fei comforted him and said, "Then I don't go out, call the doctor and ask him to come over, okay?"

He Jiaze didn't say he agreed, but at first he disagreed, and then there was no more text.

Wu Fei took it as his acquiescence, and called one of the ghost guards in charge of security in the nearby area. This person had a doctor's certificate in the human world, and was also a doctor in a hospital in the city. He only had one day a week, and the rest of the time They are all free.

That time He Jiaze called four ghost messengers, and they borrowed their white coats from that ghost messenger.

Wu Fei accompanied He Jiaze and coaxed him to sleep. Not long after, the ghost messenger appointed by Wu Fei came to the door with this equipment, and Wu Fei had already told him the door lock code on the phone.

When the ghost messenger arrived, He Jiaze had already been coaxed to sleep by Wu Fei.

He didn't disturb He Jiaze, stood by the bed and observed for a while, then whispered to Ufei: "This is because of evil spirits. Taking medicine is useless. It should be because of being possessed by evil spirits in the past two days. The yin qi stagnates, and the yang qi becomes disordered."

Ufir: "What to do? He's burning badly."

The ghost messenger put the fever-reducing medicine he brought on the bedside: "You can just comb him with spiritual power, get rid of the filth first, and if he still has a fever, give him some fever-reducing medicine. Don't let him be frightened for the next two days. After being possessed, the soul will have a chaotic period for a few days, and during this period, it is easy to be stimulated by the outside world and leave mental sequelae.”

Wufei nodded, and wrote down one by one. After all, He Jiaze got his wish. Not only did he not have to go to school tomorrow, but Ufei planned to let him stay at home to recuperate in the last week.

After explaining the precautions, the ghost messenger left first.

It is easy to get rid of the filth. When encountering the spiritual power released by Ufir, ordinary and filthy things will be easily washed away, but before this, Ufei has no experience of infusing spiritual power to others, and he does not know how to give it to others. How long has He Jiaze combed.

He Jiaze didn't sleep for a long time, and woke up again. Ufei was holding his wrist to clean his breath. He was worried that He Jiaze would encounter similar troubles in the future, so he pulled out a few scales and hid them on He Jiaze's body. And used a bit of blindness to cover up the existence of the scales.

Wu Fei: "Why aren't you sleeping?" One hand was placed on He Jiaze's chest, and he patted it across the quilt, while the other hand was still holding He Jiaze's wrist, continuously injecting spiritual energy into his body.

The last time he woke up, He Jiaze complained of a headache and a pain in his bones, but this time he said something new: "Finger, it hurts."

Wu Fei coaxed a child and said: "It won't hurt after sleeping, and you won't be allowed to go to class tomorrow, so I'll stay with you at home, okay?"

He Jiaze was obviously very happy, but he was afraid that Wu Fei was lying to him, so he asked distrustfully, "Really?"

His reaction amused Ufei, who kept laughing lowly, helped him sit up, picked up the warm hot water, and said with a smile: "Take the medicine first, and you still have a low-grade fever, isn't your head hurting? "

He Jiaze let out a "hmm", and grabbed Wu Fei's hand instead: "Why do you keep holding my wrist?"

Wu Fei: "Test your body temperature." He said it was to test his body temperature, but he still didn't let go, "Close your eyes and go to sleep, it's four o'clock."

The body seems to have been washed by Ufei with something, and the previous sticky feeling is gone, and the quilt covered is also new. When Ufei did this, he was not disturbed, and he didn't even have the slightest perception.