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When Song Ci found the dictionary, it was lying quietly in a small dirty puddle by the side of the road. The inferior paper had already absorbed water and stuck together.Song Ci was about to bend down to pick it up, but was grabbed by Ye Hanjiang who jumped off the bus together, "It's already dirty like this, even if you pick it up and dry it, it won't work anymore, I'll buy a new one for free later." Just give it to you."

Song Ci raised his hand to break away from him, but with too much force, the sharp nails left a not long and not short scratch on Ye Hanjiang's face, and immediately thin drops of blood oozed from the wound, covering his fair skin. Shocking marks were left on it.

Before Ye Hanjiang cared about the pain, he was shocked by the cold light in Song Ci's eyes.

"Buy a new one? You said it lightly. However, it is indeed something that a rich kid like you can say. People like you who stretch out their clothes and eat their mouths will never know that I am trying to get this pirated copy. What does the dictionary have to pay for."

Ye Hanjiang has been pestering Song Ci, just hoping that Song Ci can talk to him a few more words.But when Song Ci really said so much, Ye Hanjiang was a little confused.A dictionary costs tens of dollars, and you can buy it in any bookstore, so what else do you need to pay?

He was a little embarrassed: "I... I don't know, just tell me, and I will buy what you paid for and return it to you."

Song Ci almost sneered: "You are really naive! There are still many things in this world that money cannot buy." After finishing speaking, he turned and left without looking at him again.

Ye Hanjiang wanted to follow and let him speak clearly, but he stopped after looking at the dictionary still quietly lying in the small puddle.

When Song Ci's back disappeared from the end of Ye Hanjiang's sight, he gradually felt the pain in the wound, and the wry smile he was pulling half froze on his face.

When Song Ci arrived home, only Xia Mobing was sitting at the dining table eating quietly.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Xia Mobing lazily raised his head. Seeing that it was Song Ci, he blamed him, "Why do you come back so late every day? Don't wander around outside all day long. The law and order in this area is in city n It’s notoriously bad, robbery, rape, and murder have all happened, and it’s very dangerous. Hurry up and wash your hands and come over to eat.”

Song Ci sat down casually, and asked casually, "Why are you alone?"

Xia Mobing put scrambled eggs with chopsticks into Song Ci's bowl, "I don't know where the old one went to fool around. The young one has been in the room and never came out. I don't know if he is dead or alive. But having said that, Your move last night was really brilliant, you put the enemy to death without saying a single word, and instantly shaped your image as a good baby with one sentence, you really deserve to be my son, Xia Mobing, absolutely perfect."

She paused, then lowered her voice and said, "I've been displeased with that Li Yi for a long time, and just because I'm the bloody son of that damned ghost, I've been giving embarrassment to our mother and son all day long. It's good to show him some color." Let him know that we are not easy to bully."

Song Ci's face was indifferent, and he couldn't see any joy or anger, "Then why did you stop crying yesterday? Wouldn't it be better to let that old man kill him with a stick?"

Xia Mobing turned around and glanced at Li Yi's closed door, and blamed him, "Keep your voice down! I just praised you for being smart and you made me confused. If he was really beaten to death, wouldn't we be the ones who are unlucky?" , when those policemen give us some kind of homicide crime, then we can’t finish eating and walk away. Besides, I don’t want to show a good performance in front of you, Uncle Li.”

Song Ci could no longer taste what the food in his mouth was like, but he felt bitter, and the bitterness went all the way to his heart.

"Compared to you, I'm still too immature. Having a smart mother like you is really a blessing that I, Song Ci, cultivated in my previous life."

Xia Mobing couldn't hear the teasing meaning in Song Ci's words, but he was already used to it, and swallowed it together with the rice in his mouth, then stood up and said: "I'm full, remember to clean up after you finish eating gone."

Seeing Xia Mobing turn around and walk into the room, Song Ci hesitated for a moment, then got up and went to the kitchen to get a bowl, filled half a bowl of rice, put a few chopsticks on it, and then got up and walked towards Li Yi's room go.

After symbolically knocking on the door twice, Song Ci opened the door and went in.

The room was surprisingly clean and tidy.

One wall was covered with a poster of a certain basketball star whose name Song Ci didn't know, and a large piece of graffiti with unknown meanings on the other wall, and the clothes were neatly folded and placed by the bedside.

From a rough look, this really doesn't look like a boy's room.

The owner of the room was curled up on the narrow bed in all his clothes at this time, covered in scars, pale face, and eyes closed.

Song Ci stood at the head of the bed, quite uncomfortable, "Get up and eat."

The person on the bed didn't move, and didn't respond at all.

Song Ci bent down and put the bowls and chopsticks on a chair beside the bed, "I'll put the food here, whether you like it or not."

After speaking, he turned and walked towards the door.

And the person behind him was still lying motionless, without any movement.

Song Ci felt a little apprehensive: something really happened to him, right?If he really died, he would have committed an indirect murder.

Although Song Ci hated Li Yi, he didn't hate him so much that he wanted him to die.

Song Ci turned around, walked to Li Yi's side, held his shoulder and shook him, but there was still no response.Song Ci reached out to touch his forehead, but the tentacles were unusually high temperature, presumably a high fever caused by wound infection.If it develops further and becomes tetanus, it will be troublesome.

Thinking of this, Song Ci was startled, and immediately shook Li Yi vigorously, "Li Yi! Li Yi! Wake up!"

Song Ci didn't wake Li Yi up, but brought Xia Mobing over, "Stinky boy, did you burn your butt or what, why are you shouting so loudly?"

"Mom, Li Yifa has a high fever, come and help me take him to the hospital." Song Ci's voice was full of anxiety.

Xia Mobing yawned and said nonchalantly: "What kind of hospital are you sending to? The current hospitals are places where people eat people and don't spit out their bones. How can people like us get started? You should let him stay here honestly." Keep it up, a little fever can't kill a person, and it's not good for you to torment him like this."

Song Ci knew that it would be useless to talk too much, so he had to bend down and carry Li Yi onto his back with difficulty, then walked around the surprised Xia Mobing and stumbled out.

Xia Mobing chased after him and yelled: "What are you busy with? If you carry him to the hospital, you will lose half your life. Put him down quickly, and when Lao Li comes back, I will let him send this kid to the hospital of!"

Song Ci had already reached the entrance, kicked open the half-opened door, and said with difficulty: "If you don't help, just shut up."

Xia Mobing said angrily: "You just try your best to die, even if you save him, he won't be grateful to you, so I won't take this muddy water." After finishing speaking, she turned and walked into her room , and slammed the door shut.

Song Ci had just walked to the first floor with Li Yi on his back, already profusely sweating, and his legs were trembling slightly.After all, Li Yi was a head taller than him, and he didn't know how much heavier he was.Such a weight was far beyond Song Ci's tolerance.

Song Ci tried his best to move Li Yi up, who was about to fall, and walked towards the small clinic at the corner of the street.

Xia Mobing was right, they really didn't have the ability to go to the hospital, and a box of ordinary antipyretics cost hundreds of yuan, which Song Ci couldn't afford.Therefore, at the next best thing, Song Ci chose a small clinic that was more convenient and cheaper.

The thin Song Ci carried the tall and tall Li Yi on his back, and walked on the bumpy asphalt road with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Sweat flowed into his eyes and blurred his vision, but he still walked forward step by step.

The so-called neighbors in the neighborhood just looked up curiously once in a while, and then went on with their own business. No one came forward to help him, not even a single question.

In a coma, Li Yi put his arm around Song Ci's neck, uttered two syllables that seemed to be "Mom" in a daze, and then fell asleep again.

Song Ci stopped panting, turned her face slightly, and Li Yi's sleeping face was right in front of her eyes.Maybe it was because of the fever, Li Yi's complexion was a little less pale than usual, and a little more rosy, making him appear calm.

Moving Li Yi's slippery body up again, Song Ci continued to walk with difficulty, walking towards the place with the signboard of "Xiaolin Clinic" a hundred steps away.

When Li Yi was put on the simple hospital bed in the clinic, Song Ci's legs softened and he knelt down on the hard concrete floor of the clinic.

A young man in a white coat stretched out his hand to help Song Ci to sit on a chair beside him, and his voice was full of surprise: "You look so thin, but I didn't expect you to be quite strong, and you actually carried a boy who is only 1.8 meters tall on foot. .”

Before Song Ci could sit still, he panted heavily and hurriedly said, "He...he has a high...high fever."

The man comforted: "Don't worry, I'll show him first."

He adjusted his glasses, sat down beside Li Yi's bed, and began to examine them seriously.

After a long while, the man said in a solemn tone: "It's a high fever caused by skin trauma infection. I'll give him some medicine, and then he will be fine. However, these traumas on his body are a bit troublesome. The wounds on his face and arms are all It's a small injury, nothing serious, but the injury on the stomach is serious. I still suggest you take him to a regular hospital for an examination to see if there is any problem with the bone. If the rib is broken, it is easy to cause damage to the internal organs. That's a matter of life and death."

He said it was serious, but Song Ci just wrote lightly: "You should help him get rid of the fever first."

The man coughed twice, then turned and went to dispense the medicine.

After Li Yi received the infusion, and Song Ci's strength recovered a little, she struggled to stand up and walked outside the clinic.

The busy man looked up, "Where are you going? Don't you take care of your friend?"

Song Ci said without turning his head, "Go get the medical expenses."

In the dark, Song Ci walked towards "home".