Treading snow to find mud

Chen Yi developed a high fever the next day. He had a splitting headache, his breathing was hot, and he coughed desperately. When he woke up, he became dizzy, so he simply lay down and didn't even bother to get up to take a sip of water.

I don't know how many times the phone rang, and Chen Yi's headache got worse from the ringing, but when he pressed it, it rang again, persistently, so he finally had to answer it.

"Chen Yi?"

In a daze, Chen Yi still recognized Tang Yao's voice.

Tang Yao...

He really wanted to call him by his name like before, but he was worried that calling him when he was sick would reveal all his thoughts.

"Cough...cough..." Chen Yi coughed uncontrollably, and he took the phone away.

"Are you sick?" Chen Yi could hear the voice on the phone indistinctly.

"……nothing……"

"Chen Yi."

"……Um……"

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Tang Yao's voice sounded very anxious, but also seemed to be angry. He remembered that he didn't like Tang Yao being angry. Most of Tang Yao's anger was because he had offended him...

"...nothing...nothing..."

"Chen Yi, tell me where are you now?"

where is he?He thought hard: "...I...in...the piano room..."

"You tell me the address."

"...the address..." Chen Yi tried hard to think, but his mind was in a daze and it was useless.

"Then tell me which road is your piano room?" Tang Yao asked again.

Chen Yi remembered that he vaguely gave the name of the road, and then hung up the phone on the other end.

Chen Yi dropped the phone and continued to lie down.

After an unknown period of time, he felt as if someone was feeding him water. He had a severe fever and was also very thirsty, so he drank a lot in one go.

Then he heard someone whispering in the room, and it disappeared after a while, and he continued to sleep.

When he woke up again, before he opened his eyes, he felt that a hand was gently wiping his forehead with a wet towel. The towel was cool and very comfortable.

Who?

Opening his eyes suddenly, Chen Yi's body stiffened suddenly.

It's Tang Yao!

"...Tang, Tang Yao...why are you here?" It's fine when he doesn't speak, but when he speaks, his throat hurts, his voice can't be heard at all, it's so hoarse that it doesn't belong to him at all.

Hearing Chen Yi's voice, Tang Yao stopped moving.

"you're awake."

Tang Yao's voice was calm, just like his expression, no emotion could be seen or heard.

But Chen Yi vaguely felt that Tang Yao's temper was hidden in his calmness, but he just didn't show it, so he could only pretend to be stupid: "I...do I have a fever...cough cough..."

"You not only have a fever, but also a high fever." Tang Yao said in a low voice, "I asked the doctor to give you an antipyretic injection. How do you feel now?"

"...It's much better..." Chen Yi couldn't help asking: "...how did you find this place..."

Tang Yao didn't answer, but said: "Your place smells like smoke, I almost thought I went wrong."

Chen Yi pursed his lips. He had been smoking last night, because if he didn't smoke, he couldn't stabilize his mood at all. Before Tang Yao came last time, he knew that Tang Yao was sensitive to the smell of smoke, so he specially used incense to burn the whole body. Upstairs and downstairs are smoked again until there is no smell of smoke.

"Also, don't tell me, you live here?" Tang Yao asked again.

Tang Yao still guessed right, Chen Yi did live in the piano room, the second floor has a lot of space, he directly set up a bamboo couch, started making the piano every day when he opened his eyes, and ate two meals a day, both of which were takeaway , Sleep on the bamboo couch when you are sleepy at night, day after day.

"You go back with me, and we'll talk about it when you recover from your illness," Tang Yao said.

Chen Yi would never reject Tang Yao, even if there was another Shen Qing in the family he mentioned, Chen Yi would agree without hesitation.