Old Movies of the Republic of China II

Su Zhi secretly pulled Qing He over with her frightened head: "What's wrong, Young Master? It looks like you're in a bad mood."

Qinghe shook her head, said nothing, moved her hand away and went back to the room.

Zhang Zheng was smoking a cigar on the balcony, dusk was approaching, Qing He looked over and saw a wisp of white smoke curling up between his slender fingers, feeling cold hands and feet for no reason.

He walked gently behind Zhang Zheng, hesitated for a moment, put his arms around his waist, put his cheek on his back, and rubbed his face affectionately: "Young Master..."

Zhang Zheng was unmoved.

Qing He whispered: "Are you unhappy?"

"Did I tell you not to associate with that classmate?"

Zhang Zheng's tone didn't fluctuate, which made Qing He even more frightened: "No, no."

Zhang Zheng turned around, squinted his eyes slightly and looked at him: "You are not allowed to associate with him in the future."

Qinghe felt wronged in her heart, but not just because of this incident.

"But, but we are classmates, besides, he is the class monitor, so it is impossible not to keep in touch."

Zhang Zheng scoffed, "Impossible?"

He said: "It will be possible when he is no longer the monitor and no longer a classmate with you."

Qing He was stunned: "Big, young..."

Seeing Zhang Zheng's indifferent expression, Qing He suddenly understood what he meant, and hurriedly said: "Young Master, don't—"

"Young Master," Su Zhi's voice sounded at the door: "Master Zhang and Master Wang are here."

Zhang Zheng glanced at him expressionlessly, took his hand from his waist, and went out the door.

Qing He was stunned on the balcony for a long time, until it was completely dark, he hurried downstairs, only to see Su Zhi leading two old women to clean up the mess in the living room.

"Where are you?"

Suzhi said strangely: "I left with the two young masters."

Qing He went upstairs in a daze, Su Zhi brought up a bowl of white fungus soup, gently put it aside, and carefully said to Qing He who was lying on the desk: "I heard from Master Zhang that I am going to see the young master in Germany. A female classmate when I was studying abroad is also the general's daughter."

Qing He refused to raise her head, and said stuffily in her arms: "Let me stay by myself for a while."

Suzhi was a little worried, but she didn't dare to disobey, so she could only say: "There is a small bowl of soup on the table, you can drink as much as you want, I'll go down first, call me if you need something."

The next day, Su Zhi went to the second floor to tidy up, the bowl of soup in the study was still there, unmoved, while Qing He was haggard and her eyes were swollen like peaches.

"Oh! How did you make it like this?"

Suzhi was taken aback, and quickly told the old lady: "Go and boil two eggs and bring them here."

Qinghe stayed in the study for almost a night, thinking wildly all the time, and only returned to the room when the sky was turning white, lying on the bed tossing and turning, but couldn't fall asleep anyway.

Su Zhi carefully put eggs on his eyes, and said: "It will heal sooner after applying it. Qinghe, yesterday you... Did you have any misunderstandings with the young master?"

Qinghe said wearily: "You can call the school later and ask for a leave of absence for me. I won't go today."

Su Zhi let out an "Hey", quite frightened.

Qinghe reluctantly drank a bowl of millet porridge and went back to the room to catch up on sleep.

He was very uncomfortable, he had no strength all over his body, and he was a little nauseous.

Suzhi went upstairs at eleven o'clock, and saw Qinghe lying on the bed, not even covered by a quilt, her face flushed.She quickly reached out and stroked Qinghe's forehead, "Oh! I've got a fever!"

Su Zhi hesitated and hesitated, but still hung up the phone to the Marshal's Mansion.She had been a maid in the Marshal's Mansion for many years, and Madam Qingyan had been serving Zhang Zheng for a long time, so even though she said a lot of nonsense, she finally waited for the young master.

Zhang Zheng took the microphone, and Zhang Sheng babbled and crawled around on the sofa, climbing onto his father's overlapping long legs.

While teasing his son, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Suzhi anxiously said: "Young Master, it's not good, Master Qinghe has a fever. His face is so red that it's hot even to breathe."

"Zhang Zheng, this child's health is very poor." Dr. Jiang has worked as a royal doctor in Zhang's family for more than ten years. It can be said that he watched Zhang Zheng grow up. .”

Zhang Zheng frowned and looked at Suzhi.

Suzhi Nuonuo said: "Yesterday, after you left, Young Master Qinghe didn't even drink a bowl of soup. He sat in the study and didn't allow his servants to serve him. When he came down in the morning, his eyes were swollen. The servants persuaded him again and again. It was not easy for him to drink a bowl of millet porridge, and then he went back to sleep. At eleven o'clock, the servant wanted to ask Master Qinghe if he had lunch, only to find out..."

Dr. Jiang shook his head and said, "This child has a lot of thoughts. Zhang Zheng, you won't be like those people, forcing the children around you to starve, right? That would be too sinful."

Zhang Zheng frowned and said, "Uncle Jiang, why would I do that kind of thing? I always tell him to eat more, but he refuses."

He looked at Suzhi with a sullen face: "Tell me, what's going on."

Suzhi flinched, lowered her head and whispered: "Qinghe, Master Qinghe, probably because he is afraid of growing taller, just like his classmates, you, you don't like him anymore."

The room was silent.

After a long while, Dr. Jiang cleared up the expression on his face, coughed and said, "I'll hang some water for him, and come back tomorrow to see the situation."

Suzhi went to see Dr. Jiang away, and Zhang Zheng sat by the bed, looking at the back of Qinghe's pale hand.

The potion flowed into the young man's body, making him even colder, and there was only a trace of blood on his hot face.

Zhang Zheng reached out and touched Qing He's face, "Xiao He Miaoer..."

Qing He opened her eyes in a daze, and said in a low voice, "Young Master."

He didn't completely lose consciousness, he heard the doctor's voice, and knew that Zhang Zheng touched his cheek.

He just didn't have the strength to wake up.

Qinghe said anxiously: "I, I didn't do it on purpose... I really can't eat that much."

Zhang Zheng hadn't felt so uncomfortable for a long time, as if his heart was tightly grasped by a hand, making him almost out of breath.

"Aren't you stupid, huh?"

Qing He whispered: "Stupid, stupid."

Zhang Zheng stood up all of a sudden, leaned over and kissed his forehead: "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

Qinghe was lying on the bed, looking at the balcony without blinking, looking at Zhang Zheng's tall back, her nose was sore, and she was very tired, but she couldn't bear to close her eyes.

After all the liquid medicine in the bottle flowed into Qinghe's small body, Zhang Zheng pulled out the needle himself and pressed it with a cotton ball soaked in iodine water.

Zhang Zheng pressed his thumb on the cotton ball on the back of Qinghe's hand, held his hand, and said suddenly: "I asked Suzhi to lead someone to pack the things, and move back tomorrow."

"Young master?"

Zhang Zheng rubbed his face with the other hand, and said, "Go back and let mom watch you eat...you don't have to be afraid of growing taller, you don't have to be afraid of growing up, no matter how tall you grow, you won't be as tall as grandpa."

Qinghe quietly held his hand backhand.