Please don't touch me at the same table, thank you

When Meng Xi went to school on weekends, he had two dark circles the size of quail eggs under his eyes. When he caught a glimpse of the empty seat beside him, his expression was slightly unnatural.

Because of that little Huang article, he was uncomfortable when he did his homework the next day. Before sending the photo to Song Huai after writing, he comforted himself, thinking that words are words and a real person is a real person. roll into a bed...

As a result, after spending most of the day mentally constructing, they didn't return at all.

This weekend, Song Huai didn't go online.

Meng Xi called twice, the first time he turned off the phone, and the second time he got a busy signal. He guessed that he was busy with something, so he hung up angrily.

Song Huai didn't call back either.

Except for the carnival on Friday, the rest of the holiday was extremely boring.

Without Mr. Song's tutoring class, Meng Xi was so idle that he found out the website that he had blocked from the corner, spent money to buy points, and rushed into the fandom area again.

I have to say that, except for the unsightly car, the author's other serial articles are well written, and not all articles can drive.For example, a concluding article about a reunion after a hailstorm tells that Meng Xi and Song Huai fell in love vigorously when they were teenagers, but they didn't know how to tolerate and understand each other, which led to a regretful breakup.

After many years of separation, Meng Xi's family was poor, and when he had to go to an internship to earn money, he accidentally discovered that his boss was the lover he had loved when he was young...

Among them, the plot is sad and twists and turns, coupled with the author's exquisite writing style, every word seems to bring people into the story constructed with characters. Meng Xi couldn't help wiping his tears after reading it, and even forgot His family is already rich enough to be unlikely to go bankrupt, and Song Huai's family doesn't have any logical bugs from financial companies to inherit from him.

After Meng Xi finished chasing all Qingshui articles by this author, he still couldn't get enough of it. When he saw that there happened to be a readership group of his wife in the forum, he couldn't help but add his account.

After diving in for two days, he realized that this lady was not a student of No. [-] Middle School, but a writer on a famous novel website.

Because her friend was eating hail, she happened to see the sneak photos posted on the forum, and she fell into the pit in a second, and worked diligently and secretly to produce food for everyone.

Meng Xi felt very complicated when he learned about it.

Why do you say that a good little girl can't do well? You have to write two impossibly real CPs. Even if you write, it has to be his and Song Huai's CP...

It made him interested in reading novels for a while recently, but unfortunately his wife only updated two or three thousand words a day, which was very unsatisfactory to read.

If Tian Xiaojuan hadn't slipped her tongue, if he hadn't searched the school forum, if he hadn't searched for his own related posts, if he hadn't crawled to the fandom area and turned around and left...

It's a pity that there is no if, this is life.

Although CP is very happy, but facing real people is also very embarrassing! !

Meng Xi thought that if he saw Song Huai later, 'his toes curled up slightly', 'his face was flushed, but he still closed his eyes' would uncontrollably pop up in his mind...

"..."

Then he died instantly.

However, Meng Xi waited tremblingly for a long time with a thumping heart, until the class was over in the afternoon, and the students rushed to the cafeteria and dormitory one after another. When he looked back, the seat on the left was still empty.

Song Huai didn't come to school.

He opened WeChat to take a look, skipped a lot of new messages from Yubai, and clicked on Song Huai's chat box, the time point on it was still on Saturday.

Song Huai never replied to his messages.

He still didn't come until the evening self-study was over.

Meng Xi held it back for a long time and finally couldn't hold it any longer. It happened to be Chinese self-study class in the evening, and Tang De was packing up his things on the podium to go home. Before he left, he was suddenly blocked by Meng Xi.

"Ah? You mean Song Huai." Tang De said, "He has asked for leave, and he seems to be feeling unwell."

Meng Xi was taken aback when he heard that, "Are you asking for leave?"

Song Huai didn't tell him about it at all?Could it be that something happened after he went back, just like when he was in No. [-] Middle School, he passed out? ?

He was worried immediately, and hurriedly asked: "Did Song Huai ask for leave? What's wrong? Are you hospitalized? When will you be on leave?"

Tang De was stunned by his question, "This... his mother asked for leave for him, and didn't say anything about the specifics. He was hospitalized. It seems to be in the People's Hospital. He said he would ask until Wednesday first."

Including the weekend, it's almost a week.

What kind of illness must this be, to ask for such a long leave? ?

"Teacher, I also want to ask for leave." He blurted out, "Just one night, I will go and see him."

Meng Xi knew very well that if Song Huai hadn't been seriously ill, it would be impossible for Song Huai to ask for leave.It was because of this that he was even more worried.

"Nonsense!" Tang De frowned, and his tone became severe, "What's the use of you going? And it's late at night, what if something happens to you when you run out?"

"It's fine if you don't let me go." Meng Xi was very stubborn, "Anyway, I have thousands of ways to go out. You can't just stand by my bed and watch all night, right?"

Tang De: "..."

This kid didn't do anything wrong for a while, and almost forgot that he was a veteran of climbing over walls.

"Just let me go and have a look. I'll go and see what's going on with him. If there's nothing wrong, I'll come back."

Meng Xi didn't really want to confront the teacher in charge, so he softened his tone, "Song Huai didn't reply to my messages this weekend, and probably something happened on Saturday. I don't feel at ease if I don't see him with my own eyes. And if What really happened, I have an uncle who works as the vice president of the People's Hospital, and I can help him make connections."

"..." Tang De was very speechless, and reprimanded him, "Don't talk about this all day long, are you still proud of being a backdoor relationship?"

Meng Xi curled his lips, but he thought that if he wanted to go out in a fair manner, he still had to get a note signed by Tang De, so he held back his words.

Tang De wasn't very worried at first, after all, it's normal to have a headache when the season changes, but what Meng Xi said just now, there is no news on the weekend, and Song Huai's mother asked for leave, so he is really worried.

He also knew the relationship between Song Huai and Meng Xi, and if it was really just a minor illness, it wouldn't be the case that he wouldn't keep in touch with his friends.

This is really, the more I think about it, the more worried I become.

"How about it." Tang De's face was heavy, "I'll take you there by car. If there's nothing wrong, you can go home and sleep for a night, and come back tomorrow morning."

He was not worried about Song Huai's condition, but he was even more worried about letting Meng Xi go to the hospital in the dark at night to find someone by himself.

Meng Xi thought about it and agreed.

·

On the way, Tang De called Song Huai's mother and asked about the ward. Unexpectedly, Zhao Yulan spoke in a vague way. Not long after, there was a voice on the phone, and Tang De had to hang up.

In the end, it was Meng Xi who contacted his uncle.

This uncle is Zhou Huan, one of Meng Jianguo's best friends in the early years, and has no blood relationship with the Meng family.But because of the deep affection between the two brothers, they have not broken contact for so many years, and they often go out to drink, and they are closer than some relatives.

Meng Xi is very familiar with him, and even his uncle helped to deal with the incident two years ago.

At this time, Zhou Huan was on the night shift in the hospital, and he was surprised to hear that he was coming to the hospital to find someone late at night, and the person he was looking for was not an ordinary person, but a friend.

Zhou Huan knew very well what this concept meant to Meng Xi.

However, the difference between him and Xu Huifang and Zhao Yulan is that he has always felt that it is normal for such a big child to have his own ideas. As long as he does not go astray, the adults can help as much as they can. After all, who is not crazy when young Woolen cloth.

He didn't ask why. After asking his assistant to check the list of hospitalizations, he found out that a patient checked in at [-] o'clock on Saturday night. The patient's name happened to be Song Huai.

He sent the ward number to Meng Xi, then scanned the patient's relevant information, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

No wonder she was admitted to the VIP single ward. The reason and the illness are not simple... I don't know where Xiao Ya made her friends.

Zhou Huan thought for a while, but put away his phone, planning to go down and take a look later.

On the other end, Tang De and Meng Xi happened to be downstairs in the inpatient department. When they were about to enter the elevator, Tang De saw someone carrying a lunch box in his hand. Then he suddenly patted his pocket and realized that he forgot to bring something.

It's fine for a child to come with bare hands, but as an adult, he comes to visit patients in the middle of the night, so he still has to be polite.

Tang De patted his head and asked Meng Xi to go up first, and he went outside to buy a fruit basket.

Meng Xi was in a hurry to find someone. Hearing this, he waved to him, and immediately closed the elevator door.

Tang De: "..."

The VIP ward is above the 10th floor of the inpatient department. From this floor onwards, security measures have been strengthened. Ordinary people are not allowed to enter, and visitors need to register in advance.

The VIP suite is very spacious, with a sofa, TV, bathroom, wine cabinet and other equipment.In addition, there are some top-level wards that are vacant all year round, in case some high-ranking officials need to be hospitalized temporarily, which can be regarded as a tacit secret between the hospitals.

Zhou Huan had greeted the staff in advance, and Meng Xi came all the way without any hindrance.

Due to the scarcity of patients, almost no voices could be heard on the first floor, and there was still a bit of silence and permeation at night.

Meng Xi signed the visitor list at the nurse's desk, and walked into the deep corridor. The incandescent lamps were steadily lighting up the whole way, and the sound of sneakers passing by was very clear.

He turned a corner and saw the nameplate of ward 317 at a glance. There were two adults standing at the door, a man and a woman, both with serious faces, talking in low voices facing each other.

Zhao Yulan rubbed her temples and was distracted when she suddenly heard footsteps.

She raised her head and found a boy standing not far away. His hair was slightly disheveled, he was holding a mobile phone in his hand, and he was wearing a familiar school uniform with the zipper halfway drawn.

"Hello, Auntie." The boy was still a little embarrassed, and greeted him in a low voice before saying, "I'm Song Huai's classmate. I heard that he was ill, so I came to see him."

classmate?What classmate can catch up to the VIP ward at night?

Zhao Yulan's eyes were a little more vigilant, and she said calmly, "Thank you for coming to see him. But Song Huai has already fallen asleep, so it may not be convenient to meet guests."

"Tomorrow I will tell him that you came to visit." She said politely, "I'm sorry."

The smile on Meng Xi's face froze slightly.

She didn't even ask her own name, she just said she wanted to tell... Isn't that too perfunctory? ?

But the family's parents have already said so, and Meng Xi couldn't pull the two of them away and rushed in, so he had to ask tactfully: "...Okay. I want to ask if Song Huai is sick? Is it serious? New lessons, and if he's absent for too long there might be some trouble."

Zhao Yulan frowned, a little impatient, but fortunately the man next to her gave her a hand, and said kindly: "It's not serious, just a little allergic. Don't worry, little student, we will let Song Huai take the online class , I won’t miss the schedule. I’m really sorry for the trouble at night. I’ll ask Song Huai to call you back when Song Huai wakes up tomorrow…”

Before the word '话' fell, there was a sudden click behind the door, and the log door was pushed open with a bang.

Because of this gap, a slanting light shone into the previously dark ward.Song Huai was wearing a light-colored striped hospital gown, standing barefoot on the cold tiles.

He beckoned like a kitten or puppy: "Come in."

Zhao Yulan was stunned for a moment, and when she saw the hairy boy she saw just now bypassing them and getting in through the crack of the door, she suddenly realized that Song Huai was not talking to them.

She frowned, and subconsciously wanted to go in, "Song Huai..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Huai had already pulled the boy in and blocked the door behind him.

"At this point, the gate of the school has been closed, so he can't leave now, so he will sleep here today."

Song Huai lowered his eyelids, and there was no expression on his face, "You guys should go back early, I have a nurse to take care of me, so don't worry."

Meng Xi: "?"

Wait, when did I say I was going to sleep in the ward?

However, without waiting for him to protest, Song Huai directly closed the door.

The author has something to say: After reading today's update.

[family chat group]

Xiaoya quickly draws seedlings: @写甜文件但不太甜的很病病病写手, can you tell me if the fan writer of this chapter is you?

The culprit of the Titanic shipwreck: @小蜖快起见,?The culprit of the Titanic shipwreck: I called you just now, didn't I say I was going to sleep?

The small buds quickly sprouted seedlings: (.)

— 1 minutes later —

Titanic wreck culprit: Don't pretend to be asleep, wake up.

Titanic wreck culprit: Open the door for me.

A lazy cancer writer who writes sweet but not too sweet articles: Zhan Shou.

(Easter egg: Who did you say nicknamed the family group?)

感谢在2020-03-3021:30:23~2020-03-3123:20:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 for Chen Pipi; 1 for Pretend to have Mao Mao and Naran;

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