Gentle oppression

Jiang Yu didn't even know how he walked home.

He felt that his mind was in a mess.

My heart felt like it had been sprinkled with salt soda, sore and uncomfortable, and my head seemed to be stuffed with cotton, making me feel dizzy.The low air pressure brought about by the hot and humid summer weather exacerbated this discomfort. Jiang Yu felt out of breath, and his bones seemed to be aching, as if he was about to fall apart.

However, Lu Zhuo's voice call came again at this time.

Lu Zhuo...

Jiang Yu looked at the names on the screen, and his mind began to "buzz" again, and the words his colleagues just said began to echo in his mind.

As if to be angry, but also to prove, Jiang Yu moved his finger and hung up Lu Zhuo's phone.

Lu Zhuo on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, and sent Jiang Yu a WeChat message: Busy?

Jiang Yu threw the phone to the side and buried it face down in the pillow. Soon his nose was stuffy and he couldn't breathe, so he had to turn over and lie on his back, but the phone that was thrown aside rang again.

Jiang Yu stared at the phone for a while, and finally answered the phone in frustration, but before he could speak, he uttered a series of "cough cough cough".

Lu Zhuo: "..."

Lu Zhuo swallowed back what he was about to say, and asked Jiang Yu, "Are you sick?"

Jiang Yu said reluctantly, "It's just a cough."

Hearing the hoarse voice from the opposite side, Lu Zhuo said helplessly, "You also said that you are in better health than Xiao Liu. Does this mean that you are in good health? Have you taken any medicine?"

Jiang Yu said, "Yes."

However, Lu Zhuo found something was wrong.

Jiang Yu has always been soft and obedient when talking to him. Recently, he has obviously gotten closer to him a lot. He is lively and a bit childish, but now he is obviously very petite, and his tone is neither salty nor weak.

This seemed to be the first time the little boy lost his temper. Lu Zhuo was curious and worried for a while, and asked Jiang Yu, "What's the matter? Did I bother you?"

Jiang Yu was shocked today, so he said evasively, "I want to...cough cough cough...sleep."

Jiang Yu couldn't help but move the phone away, covered his mouth with his hands and coughed, and then leaned back to the microphone a little out of breath, and asked Lu Zhuo, "Is it okay?"

It was originally impossible, but the coughing of the person on the other side got worse, so he had no choice but to leave the airport and start queuing for a taxi. He said "hmm" to his mobile phone emotionally, and said, "Then you sleep for a while."

Then hung up.

Jiang Yu blinked, a little annoyed.

No matter how he treats Lu Zhuo, he always seems to be unreasonable - he misunderstood him as a street gangster before, and now he loses his temper with him.

but……

But he is also very wronged.

Jiang Yu pursed his lips, turned over, lay down on the bed again, then rolled himself up bit by bit, and buried himself under the quilt.

The humidity in the air is getting heavier, and there is no wind at all, like a steam oven.

Jiang Yu was in a daze, trying to sleep or not.

The windows were not closed, and the noisy car horns outside mixed with the children's play downstairs in the community, bringing in waves of damp water vapor.

Jiang Yu felt so noisy and wanted to struggle to close the window, but he just couldn't wake up.

Forgetting to turn on the air conditioner, Jiang Yu was sweating profusely. He was so stuffy that it was difficult to breathe, but soon he began to feel cold again.

He didn't know whether he was awake or asleep, his consciousness couldn't control his body, and he couldn't move his whole body. He only felt that his headache was about to explode.

He dazedly struggled between waking up and sleeping, and after an unknown amount of time, Jiang Yu heard someone knocking on the door.

"Tuk Tuk, Tuk Tuk Tuk."

Jiang Yu felt himself struggling to open his eyes, and then got out of bed under the blanket to open the door.

The whole person was groggy.

I couldn't see who was coming, and I couldn't speak.

He was trying to open his eyes or speak, when the phone next to his pillow rang loudly.

The sudden sound made Jiang Yu's nerves tense, and he sat up from the bed in a jerk, finally breaking free from the nightmare and waking up from the fright.

He was still lying on the bed, the sheets were pulled up by him to cover his body, the thing he just went to open the door turned out to be a dream.

Jiang Yu gasped heavily, his lungs felt uncomfortable, and he coughed uncontrollably. He felt little stars flickering in front of his eyes. He grabbed the bed sheet to calm down for a while before he finally had the strength to drag the phone over.

The ringing of the phone stopped abruptly at this moment.

Jiang Yu looked at the missed call ID in a daze, and the call came again. Jiang Yu didn't even look carefully at whose call it was. He swiped the answer button and said vaguely, "Hello?"

There was a familiar voice on the other end of the phone. Lu Zhuo asked, "Still sleeping? Wake up and open the door for me."

Jiang Yu was sleepy and his mind was dazed. He didn't expect that the sound of knocking on the door just now was not a dream. He also forgot the wild thoughts before falling asleep, took his mobile phone and tried to get up, and said, "Ah, wait for me."

This time it really got up.

His legs were weak and his feet were weak, and he felt dizzy when he walked. He had to hold on to the wall, and it took a lot of effort to get to the door precariously.

Lu Zhuo was impatient to wait, so he knocked on the door twice, and was about to call Jiang Yu again, when a small head popped out of the door.

Jiang Yu fell into a mess of sleep, his little face was flushed, and his voice seemed stuck in his throat: "Lu Zhuo...? Why are you here?"

Lu Zhuo frowned.

His business trip ended early, and he wanted to come back early to surprise Jiang Yu, but when he arrived at the airport, he remembered that Jiang Yu had said that he would accompany him to eat delicious food, and sent away the driver who came to pick him up. When you make a call, someone is like a sick cat on the phone.

Surprise turned to apprehension.

He waited in line for ten minutes to get a taxi. When he arrived at Jiang Yu's small rental house, he knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Lu Zhuo was really taken aback, but fortunately Jiang Yu answered the phone.

He reached out and gently touched Jiang Yu's forehead, looked at Jiang Yu with an innocent face, and said helplessly, "Fool, do you know that you have a fever?"

Jiang Yu frowned, touched his forehead, and said vaguely, "No."

There is no ghost, it looks like it is burning stupid.

Lu Zhuo pointed at Jiang Yu's forehead and brought him back to the house. Just as he was about to change his shoes, he saw Jiang Yu squatting down slowly.

Only one shoe was changed, Lu Zhuo squatted down quickly, and put his hand on Jiang Yu's shoulder: "Jiang Yu? What's wrong?"

Jiang Yu's voice was muffled: "I'm dizzy."

Lu Zhuo looked at the small lump in front of him, moved closer, touched Jiang Yu's exposed forehead hair comfortingly, and said, "Give me your hand."

Jiang Yu was originally in poorer health than others, and after he got sick, he procrastinated not to take medicine, and after being misunderstood by his colleagues, he suppressed his grievances in his heart, and now he broke out completely.

He was so dizzy that he could hardly think, he stretched out his hand obediently.

Lu Zhuo held those little hands, let them wrap around his neck, reached out and hugged Jiang Yu's back to stabilize himself, and then said: "Okay, help me and stand up slowly, I'm not good now hug you."

Jiang Yu retracted his hand again.

His voice was a little hoarse, and he whispered: "Don't hug."

Lu Zhuo patted him on the back and said, "Don't make trouble, you are sick, I will carry you to the bedroom and lie down."

Jiang Yu held his mouth and retorted aggrievedly: "It's strange that you hug me."

It's not that I haven't hugged.

Lu Zhuo didn't care about what Jiang Yu was thinking, grabbed his hand and pressed it down, and asked him, "What if I don't hug you? Squat here all night?"

He stopped talking nonsense with Jiang Yu, and said intimidatingly, "Don't think that I can't lift him up like this, it's just inconvenient, you are the one who hurts when you fall."

When Jiang Yu didn't speak, Lu Zhuo acted as if he really wanted to hug him like this.

Jiang Yu was so scared that he quickly behaved, put his arms around Lu Zhuo's neck, and thought drowsily: It's just because I'm sick.