his back

15.

When I went out in the morning, the sky was gray.

The street was so dark that someone was driving to work with their headlights on.

A vision of the end of the world.

Near noon, it finally rained.The lead-colored clouds parted a little, and a little light poured out.Ji Chennan was sitting in the office, taking advantage of the gap between work, to glance outside.Through the window, I found that the whole world was surrounded by a rain curtain, giving me an illusory hazy feeling.The noisy urban sound is extended infinitely, and only the sound of dripping raindrops reaches my ears.The continuous sweltering heat of the past few days was swept away, and Ji Chennan couldn't help getting a little respite under the double pinch of busy work and bad life.

No wonder some people like to listen to the sound of rain.

As his thoughts spread, Ji Chennan stared in a daze, as if he wanted to look far away through the window covered with rain curtains. The swivel chair carrying his body made a soft sound, and instantly pulled the lazy Ji Chennan back.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then came back to his senses and looked at the work in front of him.

Put on a serious look again, regardless of everything outside, and devote yourself to work.

Taking a break at noon, the custom received a message from Bai Mu.It happened that Ji Chennan and his colleagues were resting in the tea room. The colleagues smelled something tricky, winked at Ji Chennan, and asked insincerely if it was his new girlfriend.Ji Chennan glanced at the content, put away the phone, smiled and said nothing.

It was about a week or so apart from Song Wan, not too long, but this spare time was a rare opportunity for him to calm down and be with Bai Mu.Ji Chennan had a long window of time. When he was with Song Wanti, the little boss indulged him and almost let him do whatever he wanted, which made the man not know how to face the very sensitive Bai Mu for a while.

Ji Chennan, who was a school girl back then, never thought that he would have a day when he would need a blind date.

In the beginning, Bai Mu said that there was only 5 days of vacation. At that time, Ji Chennan was absent-minded, thinking that Bai Mu would go back after 5 days.It didn't work out, the woman's vacation was prolonged indefinitely, and Ji Chennan didn't feel comfortable asking about it, which would create the illusion of being chased away.So, 5 days of absent-mindedness turned into 12 days of absent-mindedness.

Their daily relationship is very simple. Bai Mu, who has a lot of free time, has become a frequent visitor to the old bookstore. She is addicted to the sea of ​​books in the past and cannot extricate herself.

Bai Mu still lives in the hotel, but finally changed to another one after hearing Ji Chennan's words.It's ridiculous to say that although they have tacitly accepted that they are their boyfriend and girlfriend when dealing with the outside world, they still maintain a subtle distance from each other.Sometimes when it is a day off, I will go out for a walk around the community.It is usually silent, without too many words, and there is no heartbeat holding hands and unexpected kisses.The two walked away at a distance of not too close, and then walked back at a distance of not too far.Ji Chennan thoughtfully sent her all the way back to the hotel, watching her go upstairs before leaving.Bai Mu didn't go back to the room directly after going up, she ran down the aisle in high heels to the very side, where there was a window.The woman looked at the man's back through there.

One side is full of traffic and brightly lit.One side is heavily shadowed and speckled.

With his hands in his pockets, Ji Chennan walked slowly on the dark road, the night wind gently brushing the hair on his forehead.

Bai Mu didn't taste the sweetness of Xiao Biesheng's newlyweds from that lonely back, he just felt that he had finally completed a long and arduous task, and got a bit of respite and relaxation from it.

A woman's sixth sense, she felt that Ji Chennan was tired but happy at this moment.

Bai Mu would occasionally make some desserts and snacks that don't use fire and send them to Ji Chennan. Ji Chennan quickly thanked him, like a close and polite neighbor, took it and put it on the table or coffee table, and didn't see him take a bite until Bai Mu left. .

She understood.

Sometimes when sleeping late at night, I would dream of Ji Chennan leading others farther and farther in the dark, and the woman followed step by step, being cautious but like a thief.Then the man turned his head, it was a man's face, and she knew it.

Bai Mu woke up with a start at this moment, sweating profusely and her heart beating faster.

It was bright outside, but it couldn't see through the heavy and tightly drawn curtains.

Bai Mu took a deep breath to calm himself down, then closed his eyes again, telling himself that it was dawn.

At dawn, the dream should be scattered.However, when will the fantasy dream she set for herself dissipate.

The boss is in a good mood today, and he didn't leave them "wage earners" to work overtime until the weekend.Ji Chennan took the good things out of the company, and a gust of wind blew in his face.The temperature dropped a lot. Fortunately, he was well prepared and didn't feel cold.

The rain is still falling, sparsely, and the roots are broken.

Ji Chennan hated this kind of weather, the air was covered with moist water vapor, the flat ground was affected by the rain, and there were constant small puddles, and a little carelessness splashed all over the shoe.

He didn't bring an umbrella and was hesitating whether to rush to the parking lot quickly or walk over calmly when his phone buzzed.Ji Chennan picked it up casually and looked at it. As expected, it was Bai Mu, and asked him where we met today.Ji Chennan transferred to the information interface to type, but before typing a few words, another text message popped up.

Ji Chennan clicked his tongue, opened it to look, and immediately froze in place.

Song Wan seems to have been tricked.

I had a good day of freezing yesterday, and I was woken up in the middle of the night without a quilt.The little boss who came together today feels terrible.Head a little dizzy, throat dull pain.But these symptoms were very mild. Song Wan changed her clothes and went to the noodle shop after washing with luck and the mentality that men shouldn't be so delicate.

Loss of appetite, groggy, he didn't even eat breakfast.

At noon, it started to rain.

Feeling bored, Song Wan opened the closed shop door, unprepared, her face was covered with oblique rain.With a secret cry, he hurriedly jumped inside.With this jump, the soles of his feet cramped for no reason, which made him dizzy and dizzy.

Her hair was all wet, Song Wan groaned in pain, and limped to the nearest seat to sit down.

It seems that there is something stuck in the throat, unable to swallow or spit out, the double feeling of bitterness and suffocation is getting more and more fierce.There was no one in the shop at this time, Song Wan was able to hold on a little from the beginning, and then completely collapsed on the table.

Dimly, I heard someone calling his name.The voice is specially soft and low-key, very gentle.

Pulling her body up a little, away from the oily table, Song Wan panted heavily, trying to take in some fresh air.The arm was held, and the palm of the other party was like a stove with the right temperature, and the warmth was surging.Song Wan tried hard to open her eyes to see clearly, but unfortunately it didn't work, there was still mist in front of her eyes.

So bored, headache, boring... Song Wan muttered to herself, chanting non-stop.That person was like a safe platform. Although Song Wan couldn't see clearly, she felt very at ease and didn't want to hide it.At the same time, my heart is inexplicably full of sadness and hypocrisy.

The flood that had been accumulated for many days finally broke through the gate, and rushed towards the distance clamorously.

"Of course, you have a fever, Song Wan."

Her feet softened, and Song Wan fell weakly on the opponent's chest.

The chest is broad and strong.A phantom appeared in front of her eyes, and Song Wan saw her father in a daze. When she was very young, a family of three came back from a walk. He was tired from walking, and if he didn't want to move, his father would pamper him and put him on his shoulders.At that time, his father was tall and vast, like the vast stars above his head, so he didn't have the slightest worry.

"Fever?" Song Wan vaguely followed the other party's words, "Who are you?"

"I'm Ji Chennan."

This name coincides with the dream, as if a firefly fell into the deep sea, rippled, and then continued to grow, illuminating the entire dark world.Song Wan slowly turned her head to the side, and saw something rare.

Ji Chennan clicked his tongue secretly, and the little boss's hot body pressed all over him, without any strength at all.Trying to lift him out of the cramped space between the chair and the table was particularly strenuous.

However, Song Wan's head was burnt out, but her mouth was never idle.

"How will you be here?"

Ji Chennan: "You texted me yourself."

Song Wan: "Send me a text message? Impossible, I have no memory."

"Okay." Ji Chennan responded subconsciously.

After finally dragging Song Wan out, the little boss tilted his head on his shoulder, exhaling desperately into that side of his neck.Damn it, Ji Chennan felt like that piece was going to be heated.He suppressed his dirty mind and rubbed Song Wan's hair: "What's the matter, your hair is all wet, and you ran out to get wet?"

Song Wan uttered a few sounds like meowing, but Ji Chennan couldn't hear clearly, and didn't know whether he was replying to him or talking nonsense.

"Cold." After a while, the word popped out of his mouth.

Ji Chennan: "I don't know how to wear more when it's cold."

Song Wan: "...Everyone else wears short sleeves."

He showed a slightly aggrieved tone, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Ji Chen wandered south, but didn't see a coat or other clothes in the store, so he had to take off his windbreaker and wrap it around the little boss. "Wake up." Ji Chennan patted Song Wan's face lightly, "Don't sleep, I'll take you to the hospital now."

"Well..." Song Wan said, "No, your daughter..."

"Don't say you don't have any of these." Ji Chennan interrupted him, "Where's the key to the shop, I want to lock the door."

Song Wan: "On the counter."

Ji Chennan turned around and found a key quietly placed beside the sauce jar on the big counter.He dragged the "encumbrance" over, took the only key in his hand, and walked out with difficulty.

The car was parked a little far away, Ji Chennan didn't know the truth at first, otherwise he would have parked directly in front of the store.It was raining lightly outside, so he pulled up Song Wan's windbreaker to cover his head, and walked outside with him half in his arms.It was raining, and Ji Chennan's hair and shoulders were wet for such a short distance.

Before he could manage, he put Song Wan in the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, closed the door and turned back, unplugged all the electrical appliances in the store, closed the windows tightly, checked everywhere, and then came out with confidence. , locked the shop door.

Without Song Wan, Ji Chennan trotted back to the car in the rain.

Opening the door, he found the sleepy Song Wan crooked on the back of the chair. He sat in, helped her up, and touched his forehead with the back of his hand, which was burning like fire.Unable to delay any longer, Ji Chennan hurriedly drove towards the hospital.

The rainy day darkened quickly, and it was already dark outside when we arrived at the hospital.

Ji Chennan parked the car, came down and walked around here, and picked up Song Wan who was staggering with his seat belt off. He was a little worried about having such a severe fever, and unconsciously quickened his pace into the hospital.

The doctor first asked Ji Chennan to measure Song Wan's temperature, and after looking at the situation, he said that the temperature was a little high and the patient was unconscious and might have to stay in the hospital for observation. He quickly agreed, the doctor thought about it, and prescribed medicine and a bottle for the symptom, and asked Ji Chennan to take it. List to get medicine.Ji Chennan nodded his thanks, and went to the ward with Song Wan on his back. On the way, he passed the injection room, and saw that there were people who were giving injections, both adults and children, and everyone sat on hard chairs with weary expressions.

Ji Chennan heaved a strange sigh of relief. Fortunately, the little boss was not allowed to play here. He couldn't lie down because he couldn't rest, and it was painful to watch.

Entering the ward, Ji Chennan found the bed according to the number, lifted the quilt, and put Song Wan on the bed.The windbreaker on the surface was wet, Ji Chennan was afraid of affecting Song Wan's condition, so he hurriedly helped take it off, and then spread the cover on him.The nurse came very promptly. After Ji Chennan finished handling the windbreaker, the nurse in white overalls and a blue mask came in with a cart.

"Which bed is Song Wan?" she asked.

Ji Chennan raised his hand, and the female nurse came over.

The needle was inserted into the vein, and the drip rate was adjusted. The nurse gave instructions and left.

Ji Chennan, who has been busy since get off work, can finally take a break.He exhaled, moved a stool and sat down beside the bed.Song Wan's face was flushed red, her eyes were tightly closed, and her nasal voice was very heavy due to illness.Ji Chennan looked at him with his head propped up. The shirt on his body was drenched by the rain before, but now it was dry again, leaving a strange smell.

Ji Chennan had no time to take care of it, and touched Song Wan's face, hoping that he would get well soon.

The ward I stayed in was fairly big, and it was a little empty, only two people lived there, and they were sleeping peacefully at the moment.There were curtains on both sides of the hospital bed, Ji Chennan got up and opened the curtains completely.The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, but the man was not disgusted.These days, he has been running back and forth between the company, Bai Mu and home, and he feels like a spinning top that keeps spinning.It was very dull, the days were sparse and ordinary, and there was nothing to be happy about.

He slowly withdrew his hand and lay down on the edge of the bed.

The scene in front of them was covered by a curtain, as if they were the only ones left to depend on each other in this small world that was infinitely shortened and planned.When meeting the little boss again, Ji Chennan didn't feel alienated at all, instead, he felt a feeling of lost and found in his heart.He stared at Song Wan's face, feeling that he couldn't get enough of it, and wanted to keep on watching.

Not forced, not boring.There is no old bookstore that you are not interested in, and there is no walk that you have to go out.Everything started to slow down, allowing people to have a space for leisure after boring and stressful work.

I'm tired too.Ji Chennan thought inexplicably.

His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't lift them, he resisted a few times, narrowed his eyes, and let sleepiness attack him.

The suit jacket was drooping beside the bed, and the phone in his pocket kept buzzing at this moment. Ji Chennan sat aside and ignored it, not sure if he had already fallen asleep or pretended not to hear it.

In the middle of the night, Song Wan woke up suddenly.

Not letting nature take its course, but simply being frightened awake by the scene in the dream.

The moment he woke up, the heavy gray surroundings pressed into his pupils, and his back was covered with sweat, but the quilt was like a sponge that had absorbed water, so thick that he didn't even have the strength to lift it off.

Where is this place?

Song Wan first saw the curtain in front of her, which was completely different from the one at home.

A small orange light was turned on above the head, emitting a little dim light.That point of light entered his pupils, making him unavoidably think of the same weird dream last night, the thick and breathless darkness, and the overwhelming loneliness that hit his face.

The hand placed outside was very cold. Song Wan couldn't see it because the quilt blocked her view, so she pulled it hard, and as a result, there was a piercing pain.The movement woke up Ji Chennan who was lying beside the bed.He raised his head suddenly, Song Wan almost jumped up in fright.

"Ji Chennan?" Song Wan's eyes widened, "Why are you here..."

The brain can't turn around, nothing but fright is fright.

Ji Chennan narrowed his eyes, got up too fast, there were ghosts in front of his eyes.

"Are you awake?" Ji Chennan pinched his nose, and when he looked up again, he seemed to notice something, and quickly grabbed his wrist.

Song Wan instinctively wanted to shrink in, but Ji Chennan's hands were like firm pincers, and he couldn't move.

"Don't move." Ji Chennan said, "It's bleeding." He quickly glanced to the side, and the long needle in the hanging bottle was innocently hanging on the side, dripping water. "The hanging needle has been ripped off. I'll call the nurse. Don't move."

He asked again, and then got up and opened the curtain to go out.

Song Wan looked at the bleeding hand in a daze, then straightened her neck to look at the needle in the corner.No wonder there was a sudden pain in his hand just now, and he didn't know what was going on.

The nurse quickly followed Ji Chennan over, gave Song Wan another injection, and told Ji Chennan not to rush with half a bottle left, hang it slowly, and ask them to pull out the needle when it was almost over.The nurse thought Song Wan was getting impatient, so she took a special look at him before leaving.

Song Wan lowered her head in embarrassment.

After the nurse left, Ji Chennan wiped his eyes with both hands, and returned to the stool.His sitting posture was a little ruffian, and his two long legs were stretched out idly, as if he wanted to stretch from the hospital bed to the door.

"Oh, that's right." Ji Chennan suddenly remembered, and put his hand on the little boss's forehead, feeling cold.He was relieved, "It won't burn."

Song Wan took the initiative to withdraw a little, and asked cautiously, "Is this a hospital?"

"Hmm." Ji Chennan supported his head, "You have a fever, then send me a text message."

"How could I..." Song Wan muttered.

When Ji Chennan heard the same words, he thought it was funny, and he didn't want to get entangled with Boss Song, who was so forgetful. "The doctor prescribed the medicine. You eat today's medicine and get well soon. I'll fetch water." He said, picked up the iron cup provided by the hospital, and walked out.

Song Wan didn't believe in evil, she pricked up her ears to listen to the footsteps, and when the sound was completely gone, he rummaged around on the bed like a rabbit jumping out of a cage.After finally finding her mobile phone next to Ji Chennan's suit at the foot of the bed, Song Wan moved back to the head of the bed, covered it with a quilt and curled up into a ball, unlocked it nervously, and switched to text messages.

Sure enough, there was a message there, and it only had three words: "I'm sorry."

The sender, Song Wan.The recipient, Ji Chennan.

Aw, Song Wan is extremely ashamed.At that time, he was completely defeated by a cold. He only wanted to talk to someone in his head, and subconsciously took out his mobile phone.But he always thought it was a dream, but he didn't expect——

It's only because he only has Ji Chennan's number stored in his phone.

What a shame, Song Wan thought it was better to send 10086 than to Ji Chennan.

Not long ago, he had just driven her away, but now he took the initiative to contact her, which really meant being a whore and setting up an archway.However, he just posted such a small amount of content, and Ji Chennan ran over specially, and the little boss felt a little sweetness in his heart.

No, no, he hastily shook off such wicked thoughts.

If it weren't for the needles in her hands, Song Wan would have rolled on the bed three or four times to relieve her pain.

"What are you doing?" Ji Chennan's voice came from outside the quilt, and Song Wan shivered and slowly got out.

Ji Chennan saw a shaggy head slowly poking out of the quilt, and wanted to laugh.He endured it, and tapped Song Wan's forehead: "You, you turned into a demon as soon as the fever subsides."

"I don't have it." Song Wan retorted, clutching her forehead.

The sequelae of the fever caused the little boss to have bright red lips, bright and pure eyes glistening, and was caged by the dim light by the bedside, like a seductive goblin to torment him.

Ji Chennan coughed, and put the medicine and water in front of him.

"I went to the nurse's station and asked for a cup of hot water, and took the medicine while it was hot."

Song Wan was afraid of taking medicine since she was a child. When she was sick when she was young, her mother coaxed her with candy, so she ate one awkwardly.

"Can I eat tomorrow?" Song Wanba blinked at Ji Chennan.

"No." Ji Chennan is not Song's mother, and he doesn't treat patients softly at all.

Song Wan went to get the medicine with a bitter face, mixed it with water and ate two pills, then raised her eyes to look at Ji Chennan, who still looked serious.Unable to accommodate, Song Wan could only continue to swallow the medicine with a bitter face.

After drinking all the water, he quickly stuffed the cup into Ji Chennan's hand and didn't want to touch it again.

There was no sugar, no sweet talk, only Ji Chennan patted his head with a helpless smile because he couldn't figure it out.

The temperature of the palm was transmitted through the contact layer, making him vaguely remember that when he was tortured by illness, he was also comforted by this warmth, and then he gave up all unbearable resistance and was completely relieved.

As the saying goes, sickness comes like a mountain falling, and sickness goes like spinning silk.

Song Wan was sandwiched between the two without embarrassment. It was not clear whether it was the side effect of the medicine or the psychological effect. Not long after drinking the medicine, he had the idea of ​​wanting to sleep, his head was like a chicken pecking rice, and his eyes were fast squint into a line.

"Tired?" Ji Chennan saw him like this, and said softly, "Lie down and rest for a while."

Song Wan nodded, and Ji Chennan helped him to sleep, so as not to affect the needle-pricking hand.

Song Wan: "What time is it?"

Ji Chennan joked: "Did you not look at your phone just now?"

Song Wan was vague: "I didn't pay attention."

What did you pay attention to? !Ji Chennan originally wanted to answer this sentence, but seeing that the little boss really didn't have much energy, he replied: "9 o'clock in the evening."

Song Wan: "Well... I thought it was very late."

At this time, if it is placed in the city center, it can be regarded as the beginning of nightlife.

Ji Chennan responded: "It's probably far away here, and there's no one around, so it's relatively quiet."

Song Wan hummed and closed her eyes completely.

Ji Chennan patted his back through the quilt to help him fall asleep better.

This sleep was extremely miserable, and the feeling of sweat came out again, and the whole body could not exert any strength.Weak to the point of unsightly.The taste of the medicine was still tyrannically grasping the taste, and Song Wan felt the bitterness left by the medicine on the tongue coating and the throat tube.

He struggled to wake up from the dream of nothingness.

His eyes were dry, and when the light came on, he started to cry.

"Ji Chennan?"

Taking chances, Song Wan yelled like a mosquito, her voice hoarse.

Ji Chennan moved the chair closer, Song Wan, who was tightly wrapped in the quilt, was like a silkworm chrysalis on the bed.

He sensed that something was wrong with the little boss. Although his face was not red anymore, it was so pale that there was no trace of blood.Tentatively touching his forehead, Ji Chennan heaved a sigh of relief that there was no fever.Move closer and ask, "Uncomfortable?"

Men have cold fingers.Song Wan had been scorched by the illness for too long, and when the coolness came over him, he was like encountering an oasis in a scorching desert. He almost lost his mind, and just wanted to lean on it like that forever.

Ji Chennan smelled of cigarettes, probably because he was bored in the hospital, so he went outside to smoke a cigarette to relieve his boredom.Song Wan smelled it, but she didn't hate it. After all, she could smell this smell in countless meetings and contacts in the past, like a familiar feature.

"What time is it?" Song Wan asked hoarsely.

Ji Chennan was taken aback, turned to look at his phone, ignored the few missed calls and unread messages on it, and replied, "12:[-]."

Song Wan heard it, bit her lips and said nothing.

This time I slept for a long time, but I didn't sleep well at all.

"What's wrong?" The little boss's face was full of emotions, "You tell me, I'll listen."

Sick people are inherently fragile, with a negative emotion that is very easy to compromise.Now that Ji Chennan was coaxing patiently, Song Wandeng couldn't hold it back. "Shall we go back?" He had indescribable eagerness and longing, "I don't want to stay here, the smell is bad, and the little yellow man is not here, so I can't sleep well."

Ji Chennan: "You want Minions?"

He originally wanted to try to improve the environment to overcome it. Song Wan burned for so long in the afternoon, and the temperature was still frighteningly high. He even drank two bottles of water in one go.It is not appropriate to leave the hospital at this time.

Song Wan: "I just want the one you caught. I sleep with it every night, and I'm used to it."

It's difficult now, Ji Chennan pursed his lips, not knowing what to say to comfort him.

"I know it's late now..." Seeing that he didn't reply right away, Song Wan started to look for the steps, but couldn't hold back his emotions, he continued to insist, "...Ji Chennan, can you take me back, I want to go home. "

Ji Chennan sighed in his heart.The water vapor in the little boss's eyes was almost overflowing, "Okay." He finally agreed, "You lie down for a while, and I will go through the discharge procedures."

Song Wan nodded, feeling that the boulder that had been pressing on her heart had been moved an inch away, which made her feel a lot easier.He drew back his hand that was still stuck to the adhesive tape after the needle was removed, and pressed it against his body, trying to absorb some warmth.

At 12:[-], there are two distinct levels of the city.

The residential area is silent, and most of them fall into a peaceful sleep, but the supper stalls are full of people's voices.

Song Wan continued to wrap Ji Chennan's overcoat, and her whole figure seemed to be sunk in the side seat.The mixed light from the past lanterns hit his pale face one after another.

Ji Chennan didn't sing, the car was very peaceful, only Song Wan's heavy breathing could be heard.

The feeling of nausea became more and more obvious, and Song Wan had been enduring it since she was discharged from the hospital.It was a bit of a job to forcefully come out from the hospital, he didn't want to bother Ji Chennan for such a trivial matter.

The car was driving smoothly all the way, when Song Wan on the side suddenly became silent, Ji Chennan glanced at him.

"What's wrong?" He took advantage of the gap and stroked the opponent's hand.

The little boss was obviously holding his breath.

"No uh..." It's okay not to speak, but the feeling that I had suppressed for a long time seemed to find a breakthrough with great difficulty, and immediately rushed up in rough waves. Song Wan hurriedly covered her mouth, "Sorry, I want to vomit."

The car stopped next to a convenience store, Ji Chennan opened the door and ran over.

Song Wan sat in the seat and continued to block it with his hands. The space in the car was small, and the backlight in this position made shadows everywhere, making him dizzy.The suffocating breath was forcing him, and he wanted to go out immediately, but the seat belt was still restrained.Song Wan didn't have much strength and was anxious, so she fiddled with it a few times but couldn't untie it.

Fortunately, Ji Chennan came back at this time.

There was a late-night chill in the man's suit, which swept in as soon as he got into the car, and lightly hit Song Wan's face.

Song Wan looked at him, her eyelashes fluttering and closing.

Ji Chennan bought some things, piled them aside first, and took out a few bags from the bottom.

"I asked the owner of the convenience store to come." He tore it away as he spoke, and turned to Song Wan, "Spit it out."

"Here?" Song Wan struggled, "...I'd better go out."

Ji Chennan: "It's okay, you're bored when you're sick, and you'll faint again later. Just stay here, and I'll help you carry it."

"..." Song Wan was a little awkward, "...Yes, it has a taste."

Ji Chennan looked at it, and rolled down all the windows on both sides: "It's fine now."

Song Wan looked at him.

The image of the man kept sharpening and portraying in the heart of the little boss, becoming profound and vivid.Even in a limited car, wearing wrinkled clothes that can't be changed.He still felt that he stood upright, like an omnipotent god, shielding him from wind and rain.

My heart seems to be melting.

Song Wan closed her eyes and lowered her head.

For a moment, Ji Chennan seemed to see a tear fall from the corner of the little boss's eye and fall into the bag.

After throwing up, his body felt much more relaxed. Ji Chennan turned away the mineral water with one hand, gave Song Wan two mouthfuls to rinse his mouth, and took a few pieces of paper to wipe the corners of his lips.Quickly knotted the bag, and after going out, Ji Chennan went all the way to the trash can and threw it in.Taking out a cigarette from his pocket, he stuffed one into his mouth and lit it.

Ji Chennan smoked very quickly, the smell was there, all he could do was be patient and not reveal it.

Turning half sideways, looking at Song Wan in the car with a cigarette in his mouth, the little boss still looked sullen and lifeless.Ji Chennan remembered Song Wan's wet eyes on the hospital bed.After thinking about it, I put out most of the remaining cigarettes on the lid of the barrel, took two breaths of fresh air, and ran to the convenience store again.

Song Wan was sitting in the car without strength, so she could only move her fingers back and forth to relieve her anxiety.

Ji Chennan hadn't come back yet, he was very uneasy, his mood went up and down, and he didn't think about the bright side at all.Song Wan was suddenly annoyed by her behavior just now, she shouldn't have vomited directly, this is someone else's car after all, and Ji Chennan will still drive it in the future.

Song Wan's heart was beating wildly.

For a few seconds, he felt like a dog who had done something wrong and was abandoned by his owner. Surrounded by an unfamiliar environment, he was at a loss and struggling to move, so he could only be restrained in place and wait for his owner to come back.

Song Wan hurriedly shook her head to put aside this terrible thought.The movement was a little bigger, and there was another burst of dizziness.

There was a sound from the car door, and the little boss sat up straight, and was pulled back halfway by the seat belt, which was a bit funny.

Ji Chennan: "Is it better?"

Song Wan replied, wanting to look over, when his field of vision was instantly covered by a large yellow area.The soft touch pressed against her face, Song Wan murmured, Ji Chennan let go, the thing fell down, and Song Wan hugged her in her arms.

"This is..." He lowered his head, and what was in his arms was actually a minion doll.

Unlike his big-eyed boy, this minion has two eyes, and his hair stands up like weeds.Song Wan laughed out loud, "It's Tim."

"You can recognize it." Ji Chennan picked out the things he bought before, took out a new bottle of mineral water from it, unscrewed the cap, and held it to his mouth.Song Wanteng couldn't move his hands, so he simply took a few sips with his mouth.

"How could you..."

Song Wan squeezed the doll's face with her hand, it was limp.

"I just thought of it, you don't like to hug when you sleep at night, let's deal with this first. The owner of the convenience store told me where I can buy it." Ji Chennan said as he opened a box of chocolate bars, picked out one and put it in his mouth .Staying in the hospital care for so long, the man is starving.Normally, it is best to smoke two cigarettes in this situation. Unfortunately, Song Wan can't smell the smell of cigarettes now, so she can only use chocolate bars to satisfy her cravings. "Eat it?" He took out a new one and handed it to Song Wan.

Song Wan shook her head, the bitter taste of the medicine remained, and she didn't have any appetite.

Ji Chennan: "Your mouth is still bitter?"

Song Wan: "You know?"

Ji Chennan casually put the disliked chocolate bar back into the box, "You spit out all the medicine." Without raising his head, he rummaged through the bag.

Song Wan suddenly recalled the embarrassing situation just now, blushing and retorting: "I, I didn't have breakfast, so..."

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have forced you to take medicine. Here, take this first, slowly."

Ji Chennan unwrapped the package, and Song Wan stuffed it into her mouth before she could see what it was.

The milky and sweet taste instantly diffused in the mouth, defeating the uncomfortable medicinal taste and stickiness.Song Wan kept pushing her tongue against it to get more, her mouth was bulging like a little hamster.

Ji Chennan: "Is it delicious?"

"Yeah." Song Wan nodded.

Ji Chennan shook the thing in front of Song Wan, it was a big bag of white rabbit toffee. "I used to eat it when I was a child, but when I grew up, I thought it was too sweet. If you like it, I'll leave it here, and you can eat it if you want." He put the toffee next to Song Wan, "Go back." He was about to drive away.

"Ji Chennan..." He realized that, carefully tugged on the man's sleeve, and dodged his eyes.Holding the little yellow doll in his arms tightly, as if it was the reliance at the moment, supporting him to say, "Why are you treating me so well?"

"I didn't..." Ji Chennan replied casually, and after noticing the serious expression of the little boss, he turned off the car, turned slightly sideways, and held Song Wan's face with both hands, Song Wan murmured.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Song Wan." Ji Chennan said, "You were sick and thought of me, so I came to help take care of you. The situation of being helpless, understand?" He smiled, "And I don't need to deliberately bully you, I don't have any character flaws, don't think of me so badly."

Song Wan: "Then before you..."

Ji Chennan compromised: "Okay, I admit that I had a little bit of an idea of ​​taking advantage of it before, but you agreed to it."

"I didn't..." Song Wan replied softly, her ears were red, avoiding his gaze, "You threatened me."

"Really……"

Ji Chennan took advantage of the situation and approached, the little boss's face was very soft, and the touch could not melt away between his fingertips.

"Don't..." Song Wan covered her mouth with a doll. His mouth still smelled of medicine, which must be unpleasant.

Ji Chennan snorted, and gave Song Wan a light kiss on the forehead as compensation.

"Okay, let's go home."

He let go of the shy Song Wan, twisted the key, and drove off into the distance.

On the way home, Ji Chennan turned on the heater, which made him feel lazy, and called back the drowsy bug who had rarely run away.Song Wan hugged the little yellow man and fell asleep for a while, the wind suddenly stopped in her ears, and her subconscious mind knew that home was coming.He also muttered that he could walk by himself, and then his body lightened, as if he was floating in the air.

The sound of footsteps, the coolness in the air and the warmth of the friction of the face mixed with each other.

The wandering consciousness was caught back a little, and Song Wan's eyes were sleepy, watching the scene around him constantly changing.

Ji Chennan carried him into the complex and took the elevator. Song Wan, who woke up halfway, moved, shyly wanting to get down.Ji Chennan bent down to let him go down, and when he got out of the elevator, Song Wan hugged the little yellow man and followed him step by step.

It was so strange, the wallpaper was never seen before, the corridors were so neat and tidy, and the layout was tall at first glance, Song Wan looked left and right.The two walked to a door, and he asked, "Where is this?"

"The apartment I live in, this is my home. You fell asleep in the car, and I don't have the keys to your house, so I can only bring you here."

The door was electronically locked, Ji Chennan slid the cover attached to it, and began to press the password.

Song Wan didn't get out of Ji Chennan's words for a moment, her eyes were out of focus, and she stared at the doorknob. When she realized it, Ji Chennan had already pressed the password.The door lock beeped twice and unlocked.Ji Chennan looked back at Song Wan.

"I didn't see it." Song Wan hurriedly clarified, "I'm sorry."

Ji Chennan smiled and rubbed his head. "The password is nothing special. It was set randomly at the time. It is my birthday. You are welcome to visit privately." He winked at the little boss meaningfully and pushed open the door.

"I won't come." Song Wan turned back with a blushing face.

Standing at the door, he heard the man's playful smile and the voice telling him to come in quickly.

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