Save the Sick Iceberg Project

"What's the matter with you!" Pei Yan was taken aback, and the misty mind was instantly dissipated, and she quickly supported him, "What's wrong? Is it the stomach?"

Rong Xin was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, his stomach might have convulsions, the severe pain like twisting a towel made him swallow his breath like a knife, he poked his fingertips deep into his upper abdomen and held down the sore spot, his face There is no blood on the face.

Although Pei Erha had been classified as non-threatening just now, Rong Xin knew what it was like when he had stomach cramps, and he didn't have any strength in his body. He couldn't even fight with the aunt in the cafeteria at this time.

It’s been a month since school started, and this is the first time he’s had an illness at school. The fragility brought by the pain made him feel very insecure. He just wanted to find a place to hide, but the sharp pain like an ice pick in his stomach made him feel very insecure. Can't walk.

"Don't touch me." Rong Xin clutched his stomach and tried to push him away tremblingly.

Pei Yan couldn't help him messing around, and put his big hand on his waist: "Sit here and rest for a while, don't move."

His waist was thinner than expected, Pei Yan felt as if he was holding a piece of soft and soft tofu, as if it could be crushed with a little force.

How can a boy have such a soft waist.

The feeling of electric shock came again suddenly, Pei Yan's throat tightened, and his fingertips felt slightly numb, and Rong Xin in his arms seemed to have turned into a hot potato, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Rong Xin was so painful that he could hardly resist, and he didn't notice the twist in Pei Yan's expression, so he pushed him back on the seat involuntarily.

"Do you have a stomach problem? Have you brought any medicine?" Pei Yan forcibly calmed down and squatted down, looking up at him and asked anxiously.

Rong Xin curled up with an arched body, shook his head, pinched his stomach deeply with both hands, cold sweat slid down the corner of his forehead.

Although Pei Yan could tell that Rong Xin was uncomfortable at the first sight in the cafeteria just now, she didn't expect him to be in such severe pain all of a sudden.It was the first time for Pei Yan to see someone suffer from stomach problems in front of him. The student Rong Bingshan, who was still full of vigor and venomous tongue just now, lost his fighting power in a moment. The way he bit his lip and endured the pain made his heart ache.

"Shall I take you to the infirmary?" Pei Yan asked, not even realizing that her voice had softened.

"Leave me alone for a while." Rong Xin arched his waist, his face was as white as paper, and his hands grabbed the folds of the clothes on his stomach.Pei Yan felt that he was going to push his stomach through in a while, but even though the pain was so bad, Rong Xin didn't have any intention of asking for help, he was like a stubborn silkworm baby, completely enclosed himself in a cocoon, He doesn't let anyone set foot in his world.

Pei Yan frowned, stood up suddenly, turned around and ran away.

Are you leaving, Rong Xin thought.

It was already past meal time, and the cafeteria was all gone. There was a noisy Pei Yan just now, and now he seems to be the only one left in the huge three-story building.

The tense nerve in his body seemed to be broken, and the pain flooded him like a tide. Rong Xin couldn't help but let out a low moan of pain, pinched his upper abdomen with his fingertips and sank deeply.

It was as if the stomach was being vigorously stirred by steel needles, and the sharp colic seemed to tear his whole body from it.

How long has it been for such a person to bear the pain, maybe four years.

It's been so long that he doesn't remember the feeling of being comforted in pain, and he's used to it for so long.

The pain gradually blurred his sharp and clear consciousness, and the glare of the sun entangled his thoughts with fragmentary memories, and he went back to the early summer four years ago along the time.

The snow-white sweet-scented osmanthus fluttered down in the summer breeze, staying on the lavender floral skirt, and the girl lay on the window sill, humming softly in the golden sunshine amidst the fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus.A boy four years younger than her came out with a freshly cut watermelon and handed her the biggest piece. The girl smiled and rubbed his head, and slyly hid the osmanthus petals in his black hair.

"Sister." There was some helplessness in the boy's drawn-out ending, and then he smiled and picked up a large bunch of osmanthus petals on the window sill to fight back.

The sweet-scented osmanthus rain floated down amidst the laughter, and the floral skirt bloomed with colorful colors like flowers as the girls spun with laughter.

……

Dark clouds engulfed the cold wind and swept away the sweet-scented osmanthus rain, the sun was shrouded in haze, and the soft warm wind turned into biting whimpers.The bloody gust lifted the floral skirt and danced wildly in the scarlet, the singing turned into screams of pain.The boy frantically ran towards the place where the screams came from. In the darkness, it seemed that countless laughing hands stretched out, wrapped in the coldness from hell, grabbed his ankles, and dragged him into the abyss of despair.

"It's your sister's honor to be seen by our young master."

"Fuck! Shame on your face! Our young master has a lot of money, and your sister's is indispensable, why don't you hurry up!"

"The lowly poor stinky maggot still wants to reject our young master! Hit me!"

"Fuck! This kid knows how to kung fu! Let's do it together!"

"Aren't you capable of beating! There's a hole in my stomach and I'll see how you beat me!"

"Go and save your sister! Go! Get up!"

"You can't save her!"

You can't save her.

……

"Rong Xin! Rong Xin!"

Pei Yan grabbed Rong Xin's shoulder and called his name loudly. Rong Xin seemed to have fallen into some kind of terrible nightmare, pinching his stomach with one hand and resting the other on his thigh, breathing quickly and violently, handsome His face was covered with cold sweat, and he even began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Fuck! I just left for 2 minutes! Rong Xin!" Pei Yan's brow was sweating, and Rong Xin looked like some kind of post-traumatic mental illness.

He put the hot water in his hand aside, and quickly opened Rong Xin's eyelids to look at his pupils.

Severe psychological load will excite the sympathetic nerves, causing the pupillary dilator to contract and dilate the pupils. Rong Xin is like this now, the diameter of the pupils is enlarged, and the depths of the dark and ink-like pupils vibrate slightly, as if there is some extremely painful emotion Repressed in it, tumbling violently.

Pei Yan's eyes dimmed.This kind of mental illness can be big or small, and if it is recuperated in the later stage, it may be able to recover, but now it happens that Rong Xin's stomach hurts, it's like a leak in the house, and it rains all night, so it's unlucky to get home.

"Rong Xin, look at me, we're at school, it's fine." Pei Yan held Rong Xin's arm in a low voice, stroking his trembling back from top to bottom like smoothing the fur of a kitten. back.His hot palm was like a warm furnace, warming Rong Xin's ice-cold spine over and over again.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Pei Yan comforted softly. This is a movement he and Xu Xiaoyan learned to appease emotionally turbulent patients. I don't know if it will be useful for Rong Xin.

There were only the two of them in the huge cafeteria. In the empty space, everything around them seemed to fade away, and the sunlight shrouded the two of them like a spotlight, as if there were only the two of them left in this small world.

Rong Xin was panting with difficulty, and the cold sweat rolled down unceasingly.

If I wasn't here, would he have been standing alone all the time?

Pei Yan's heart suddenly felt indescribable. This overly handsome boy seemed to be using coldness as a cover to hide all his emotions of sadness, pain, and happiness, and not let anyone touch him.

He suddenly realized that Rong Xin might not have been indifferent from the very beginning, and that mysterious and unknown psychological trauma might be the source of his rejection of others thousands of miles away.

What happened to you.

"Hmm..." Rong Xin's complexion was painful, his breathing became more and more rapid, the pain in his stomach made his handsome face pale like snow, and there were faint bloodstains even on his lips.

Pei Yan supported him and tried to make him stand up straight: "Rong Xin, I just went to the cafeteria kitchen to order a bowl of hot water for you, you..."

I don't know if it's because of the pain, but Rong Xin suddenly grabbed Pei Yan's hand with his backhand, bit his lip with difficulty, and tightly covered his upper abdomen with the other hand, and let out a cry like a collapse: "It hurts..."

There was a "buzz" in her mind, and Pei Yan's hand trembled slightly.

Unprepared to hear such a painful moan, Pei Yan thought for a moment that there was something wrong with her ears, and the voice trembled slightly, like the weak whine of an injured small cat.

Pei Yan instantly turned red from head to toe, her heart was beating violently: "Rong Xin?"

Rong Xin curled up on the chair, letting out a low pained groan.

The appearance he showed at this time was in great contrast to his usual aloofness.

This kind of weak expression, which can be regarded as soft and cute, appeared on Rong Xin's iceberg-like indifferent and glamorous face, just like a coquettish wintersweet blooming in the vast snow, which made the deepest part of Pei Yan's heart soft and tender. The intense emotion ignited, burning his whole heart hot.

Pei Zhinan's face was red and his ears were red, his whole body was not well, he patted him on the back in a hurry: "Rong Xin, if you have something to say, don't groan."

"Hmm..." Rong Xin couldn't hear what he said at all, and groaned again in pain.

The voice trembled so violently that it almost sounded like a cry. His stomach cramped and hurt like it would tear him apart. Rong Xin raised his neck in pain. His snow-white neck was dripping with cold sweat, pressing his stomach tightly. It sank deeply, panting lowly: "It hurts..."

Then he fell weakly in Pei Yan's direction, resting his head on his shoulder.

Pei Yan's eyes widened suddenly, and he stopped breathing for an instant.

There was a real weight on his shoulders, Rong Xin leaned on his shoulders defenselessly, Pei Yan looked down tremblingly, from this angle he could see the tight lines of his neck and his pale profile, He could still vaguely hear his trembling panting.

Pei Yan's whole body froze.

Goosebumps spread from head to toe, and back from foot to back. The straight male alarm in his body was beeping non-stop. His intuition told him that his current posture was too gay, and he had to push Rong Xin away to prove his innocence, but His hands seemed to be frozen into sculptures, and he kept his arms around Rong Xin's shoulders stiffly, unable to move.

"Rong...cough...Rong Xin."

Pei Yan's throat was so tight that he couldn't make a sound, and it took a few seconds for him to regain consciousness. He took a few deep breaths, shook his hands and brought the hot water to Rong Xin's mouth, and said hoarsely: "Drink some hot water, I'll take care of it later." The chef's aunt borrowed some stomach medicine, which has already been poured into the water."

Rong Xin tilted his head subconsciously.

"I tried it, it's not hot." Pei Yan finally found himself, and lifted his chin carefully.

Rong Xin's painful consciousness was drowsy, and he swallowed unconsciously.

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