string sound dream lovesickness

When Mo Qingxian woke up, he was lying on a simple wooden bed.The coat was taken off and put aside, and the old thick quilt covering him gave off a damp and musty smell.There was a brazier next to the bed, and a large piece of wood was burning, giving off curling smoke, which was smoky and choking.Mo Qingxian tried to support himself and wanted to get up, but his whole body was weak and he had no strength at all.

"A Yuan?" The voice he called out was hoarse and unpleasant, and his throat was dry and painful even if he swallowed it.

The door was pushed open from the outside with a "squeak", and footsteps came towards him.He tilted his head vigorously and shouted: "A Yuan?"

"You're awake!" The visitor hurried forward, pulled his right hand and put his index and middle fingers on his wrist.

"Well, fortunately, it's nothing serious."

"You, who are you?" Mo Qingxian looked a little disappointed, and asked hoarsely, "Where is this?"

"This is my home." The man tucked up the quilt for Mo Qingxian, poked the firewood in the brazier before answering to Mo Qingxian: "Your brother went to work at a nearby construction site and only came back at night. After all, you Sickness can cost a lot of money."

"My brother?" Mo Qingxian opened his eyes with a tired expression, "Am I seriously ill?"

"Well, it's a good thing that the fever lasted for two or three days. Typhoid fever is not easy to cure, and we need to use western medicine." The man stood up and poured a glass of water and asked, "Would you like some water?"

"Thank you, my throat is very dry." Mo Qingxian struggled to get up, the man hurriedly took a pillow and put it behind him, and moved the water glass over.

"It's not easy for your brother. It's so cold that I can't bear it. Before the end of the year, I have to worry about my livelihood again."

It was only then that Mo Qingxian could see the face of the person who came. He looked around forty, his skin was dark, his eyes were bright, his facial features were well coordinated, and his appearance was plain and honest.He was wearing a thick faded gray padded jacket and a black scarf around his neck.His hands were rough with cracked marks, thick lines and calluses.

"Uncle, what day is it now?"

"Tomorrow is fifteenth, Lantern Festival." The man put down the empty cup, found something in his pocket, turned his head and said to Mo Qingxian: "Go to sleep again, I still have a few patients outside. Come back later." After finishing speaking, he closed the door and went out, except for the sound of Mo Qingxian's own breathing, the only sound in the room was the sound of firewood in the brazier.After sitting for a while, he couldn't hold on and fell asleep drowsily.

When he woke up again, Meng Yuannian was sitting by the bed and warming himself by the fire. He lowered his eyebrows and reached out to stir the remaining charcoal in the brazier. He was silent but had a sense of disillusionment with the peace of the years.

"A Yuan." He called Meng Yuannian's name, and the tip of his tongue was full of inexplicable feelings.His eyes were moist, and he looked at Meng Yuannian with a smile: "Ah Yuan, long time no see, I miss you so much."

Meng Yuannian turned his head and put his hand on his head: "Are you awake? Talking nonsense as soon as you wake up."

"It's true, I never see you in my dreams, I thought you left me and left."

"Then I should go by myself." Meng Yuannian smiled, with vicissitudes and desolation on his immature face that didn't match his face, "Are you hungry, I boiled corn paste, would you like to drink?"

"Hungry, starving to death." Mo Qingxian held back tears and muttered: "Feed this young master quickly, or I will lose my hair."

Meng Yuannian rubbed his long hair, quickly took out a white enamel cup from the brazier, and stirred it with a white porcelain spoon in one hand: "It's a little hot, I'll blow it for you first."

"A Yuan, it's all my fault for not living up to expectations, but I'm sick now. Otherwise, we should have returned to Beijing by now."

"Don't think about it." Meng Yuannian took a spoonful of corn paste and handed it to Mo Qingxian's mouth: "Open your mouth and eat quickly."

Mo Qingxian opened his mouth obediently. The taste of the corn paste was a little bland and not very tasty, but he insisted on eating most of it.He looked at Meng Yuannian's busy back. His already thin body became even thinner. Coupled with his height of nearly 1.7 meters, he looked like a moving bamboo pole from a distance.

"A Yuan, come to sleep quickly, don't be busy." Mo Qingxian shouted to Meng Yuannian with some distress.

"I'm going to sleep. I'll make a bunk on the floor. Leave me alone."

"You want to sleep on the ground?" Mo Qingxian stared at Meng Yuannian, "How can you sleep on the ground in such a cold day?"

"It's okay, I've been sleeping for many days, and it's not too cold to put a brazier next to it." Meng Yuannian responded indifferently, bent down and moved the brazier closer to the bed, and hugged a roll of grass felt on the bed Next to him, he was about to drag the quilt out of the bed.