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That night, it rained heavily on Baitan.

A cold autumn rain.

Cooled down.

The rain continued until the next day.

The next day, Li Tan didn't come to class.

Before the Chinese class started, there was lightning and thunder outside, and the humming continued.

During the class break, Cheng Huan was sending Cheng Ze a WeChat message, and the Chinese class representative passed on Xie Renfei's words and told her to go to the office.

So Cheng Huan was ordered in the face of danger.

"I looked at the information and found that Li Tan lives across from your house."

Xie Renfei held the class member information form in his hand, with a worried expression on his face, "She didn't ask me for leave, and the parent's phone number was also blank. You happen to be the class monitor, why don't you go and see for the teacher?"

Xie Renfei urged earnestly: "Did you bring your mobile phone? Call me as soon as you see Li Tan to keep you safe, do you hear me? If she's not there, don't stay outside. The teacher will come and find a way."

Cheng Huan nodded: "OK."

***

Cheng Huan went upstairs with an umbrella and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

She paused, and suddenly thought of the spare key that Li Tan took out last night.

If I remember correctly, she seemed to put it back after opening the door.

Cheng Huan tried to move the flowerpot, and sure enough, he found a dusty key under the flowerpot.

There was a creak, and the rusty gears made a rattling sound.

In broad daylight, the lights in the living room were not turned off.

anyone?

Cheng Huan tentatively called a few times, but still no one responded.

The newly removed slippers yesterday were still in the entrance—just like she left.

Cheng Huan lightly changed his shoes, opened the umbrella on the balcony to dry, walked to the bedroom, and saw Li Tan curled up on the bed at a glance.

"Li Tan?"

Cheng Huan hurried to the bathroom to wash his hands before returning to the bedroom.

Li Tan lay on his side and curled up into a ball, his lips were tightly closed, his teeth were clenched, and his face was flushed.

Cheng Huan stretched out his hand to touch her forehead, but found that it was astonishingly hot.

Li Tan probably took his temperature yesterday, and the thermometer was thrown on the sofa, and Cheng Huan saw it at a glance.

One measure, 38°7.

He already had a fever and injuries all over his body. Last night, Li Tan drank cold water, took medicine, and took a cold shower. It's no wonder he didn't have a high fever.

Fortunately, the weather has dropped in temperature.

Li Tan curled up on the bed, and didn't even have time to cover him with the quilt.

Cheng Huan was in a trance for a while. She recalled last night, but found that Li Tan, who had a good memory, had blood on his face and couldn't see his expression clearly. Even if he moved slowly, she thought it was the reason for his injury.

I didn't expect it to burn so badly.

Physical cooling is necessary.

With any luck, you might be able to find ice cubes in the freezer.

Cheng Huan ran to the kitchen and boiled a pot of water - in case there was no ice cubes, he could make it fresh.

She opened the refrigerator and found that there were a lot of raw vegetables in it, and there was ice water in the side cabinet.

Cheng Huan took out two bottles, took a few more bottles and put them in the freezer, wrapped the ones on his hands with a towel to make ice packs.

She ran back to the bedroom, thinking about arranging Li Tan's body first, covering her with a quilt, and then applying an ice pack to her forehead to cool down.

But as soon as he pushed, Cheng Huan was stunned.

She only noticed the high fever just now, but now she noticed that the pajamas on Li Tan's body were stained with blood.

Even the bed sheet on the side sleeper was stained a lot.

The long scar on her face had just formed a thin layer of scabs, and it looked as if it would be crumbling at any moment, bleeding profusely.

Cheng Huan did not expect to be beaten like this.

Strictly speaking, Cheng Huan didn't know how hard a person could be beaten.

She from He County devoted herself to her studies, and even though that incident happened, she was not beaten much because she was powerless to resist.

Later, when I arrived at Baitan, although I started to mix circles, my understanding of street fighting was not intuitive.

After all, she was just watching from a distance, and felt that she couldn't bear to look away. She only knew that a person was "beaten", "seriously injured", and in serious cases, "may be disabled".

All the scars falling into the conversation between people will only become these words of varying degrees. Cheng Huan has never carefully thought about the bloody wounds behind the words "very seriously hurt".

Cheng Huan carefully lifted Li Tan's hem.

The incision on the opponent's abdomen was clearly visible.

Povidone iodine was applied to the incision, as if some other medicine had been applied. Although it was not deep, the scab hadn't formed yet, and it was still ferocious.

There are even old wounds next to it.

Cheng Huan's heart trembled, and she didn't dare to watch it any longer.

She put down the hem of her clothes, straightened Li Tan, found a thicker quilt to cover her body, and finally put an ice pack on her forehead.

After setting Li Tan down, Cheng Huan sat back on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

She thought she would be happy with Li Tan's current situation.

But now she's not so sure.

Cheng Huan did feel an indescribable vengeful pleasure at the first moment, but at the same time, it was as if someone had grabbed the tip of his heart, and it was hard to let go.

The pleasure is real, but the guilt that comes with it is also real.

If guilt is just a human instinct to avoid pain, then what makes Cheng Huan even more frightening is that she has no sense of "joy of victory".

That kind of malicious pleasure filled her cerebral cortex, but she didn't feel the pleasure and joy of standing on the moral level, being condescending, seeing the despicable people punished, and only belonging to the winner.

Instead, my heart became empty again.

The sound of the kettle bouncing back brought Cheng Huan back to his thoughts.

She looked back blankly, and then saw the mobile phone she had thrown aside.

Cheng Huan came to his senses and sent a message to Xie Renfei, saying that Li Tan was sick, and he stayed to take care of her, so he should not worry.

***

Cheng Huan changed Li Tan's ice pack a few times, and his body temperature dropped visibly to the naked eye.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it can be lowered, even if it is repeated, it is better than a high fever.

She began to look at Li Tan's bedroom.

The decoration style is very simple, except for the wardrobe and bedside table, there is nothing else.

There is a book on human anatomy on the bedside table, half of the bookmark is exposed.

Cheng Huan blinked——she read right——

It was a scrap of her notebook.

It was exactly the same as the last time she saw it at school.

—Does she still carry it with her?

Cheng Huan's heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't tell what it was like.

...feel a bit perverted.

Cheng Huan couldn't hold back, he turned the pages of the book and took out his notes to read.

It was a Chinese notebook, specially excerpted from poetry.

The handwriting in junior high school is immature, strange and familiar.

It was still raining outside the house, the leaves were rustling, and a gust of autumn wind came in through the crack of the door, lifting the corner of the curtain.

This page seems to be Li Yu's special session.

After "I don't know I'm a guest in my dream", the next song is "Lonely Indus Deep Court Lock Qingqiu".

"...Cheng Huan?" At this moment, Li Tan's weak voice came from beside him, "Why are you here?"

***

Li Tan woke up drowsily, opened his eyes, a blurry light and shadow appeared in front of his eyes, and after a closer look, he found out that it was Cheng Huan.

Cheng Huan quickly clamped the pages of the note, turned around, feeling guilty of being caught, and his words inevitably became sharp, "The head teacher asked me to see if you are dead."

Li Tan: "...Oh."

My mind was so confused that I couldn't think at all.

Li Tan subconsciously replied: "You are still alive, you can go."

Cheng Huan: "..."

How did she never know that this man could still make fun of him?

The scattered thoughts gathered little by little, and Li Tan gradually became clear.

She got up, saw the ice mineral water rolled aside, thought for a moment, "Thank you."

After Li Tan finished speaking, he struggled to unscrew the water bottle and filled half of it in one go.

The person woke up, the nerves also woke up, and all the internal organs protested.

The more water she drank, the more she was reminded that she hadn't eaten since last night.

Li Tan got up and moved too much, which involved a lot of wounds all over her body. She gasped, the pain completely woke her up.

Cheng Huan looked frightened: "What are you doing?"

Li Tan sat by the bed, stared at her for a while with blurred vision, seemed to be a little curious why she didn't leave, and after a while, replied, "Cook."

Only then did Cheng Huan realize that it was already noon.

The sky outside was gloomy, which completely disrupted the concept of time.

It's good that Li Tan didn't mention it, but Cheng Huan himself was hungry when he mentioned it.

"You still have a fever, or I..."

Cheng Huan originally wanted to say, "How about I help you", but suddenly realized that he hadn't lit up the skill of cooking, so he turned the corner abruptly, "...you can still Cook?"

Li Tan proved this point with practical actions.

Her fever subsided temporarily, and her limbs regained some strength.

All that's left is pain.

But she is very good at enduring pain.

Although Li Tan looked like he was about to fall at any time in the first few steps, but when he walked to the kitchen and took out raw vegetables from the refrigerator, he already looked like an ordinary person.

A very divided feeling.

It was difficult for Cheng Huan to connect the gangsters who were fighting in the street with the girl in front of him who was wearing an apron.

Li Tan turned his back to Cheng Huan.

It was rainy outside, the windows were covered with fog, and a lamp was lit in the kitchen, which actually broke through a bright circle of light. Standing under the light, she was in the center of the picture, as if the eyes of the world were all focused.

Just focus on this.

Li Tan pinched the handle of the kitchen knife, held down the ginger, took a deep breath, and forced himself to concentrate.

She also shakes when holding a kitchen knife, although it is not so strong, but she has to be careful.

Li Tan was wearing long-sleeved pajamas, half of his sleeves were rolled up, his arms were covered with bruises, and he looked thin and pale.

She cuts slowly, but each slice is almost uniform in thickness.

"Aren't you going?"

Li Tan was silent for a while, then suddenly asked.

Cheng Huan replied: "The head teacher asked me to stay and take care of you."

Li Tan nodded, she finished processing the materials in her hands, and wanted to wash the rice, but suddenly lost her strength, and the rice spilled all over the floor.

Cheng Huan quickly ran over to help her, Li Tan visibly flinched back, and then Cheng Huan noticed the wounds on her arms.

And the comeback scalding.

She had a fever again.

"Then you wash off the rice."

Li Tan stood firm, his tone was weak but still calm, without any intention of resting, and then went to prepare her materials.

"Why don't you tell me the steps, and I'll do it." Cheng Huan couldn't stand it anymore and volunteered.

Li Tan turned to stare at her, his eyes moved away from those hands that did not touch Yang Chunshui, and his tone was calm: "I don't worry."

All her will was used to focus on coping with the pain, drowsiness, and controlling her actions, and she really didn't have the energy to think about euphemisms and words.

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The author has something to say:

· Li Tan: Yes, I am afraid that you will be poisoned.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 muffin is delicious;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!