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I fell asleep for a long time.

It was so long that Jiang Qiushi almost thought that he would not wake up.

But he still woke up, and gradually regained consciousness.

With his eyes closed, he felt that someone was gently wiping his face.The wet towel wiped off the sweat on the cheeks that had been blown dry by the cold air, as if a layer of airtight membrane had been peeled off, and even breathing was much smoother.

Immediately afterwards, the forehead was probed for temperature.

In addition to the smell of cold disinfectant in the hospital, the whole body also has a faint aroma of food.He heard the person bending over to wipe his sweat straighten up and sigh softly.

Guessing that he didn't look like a nurse, Jiang Qiushi opened his eyes and found an unexpected person.

"Teacher Du, why are you here?" Jiang Qiushi asked doubtfully, wrapped in a blanket.

Du Mei tucked the corner of the quilt for him, feeling distressed: "My home is in this community. I came to get the medicine today. I saw you."

Jiang Qiushi pursed his lips and said nothing.

"You, too, are sick, and there is no one around to take care of you." Du Mei got up to pour water for him, and brought over the thermos. "How do you feel now? Are you feeling better?"

Jiang Qiu obediently took the water glass and took a sip: "It's much better, thank you."

He was used to being hungry when he was a child, and it was normal not to be allowed to eat for two or three days.A minor illness dreamed about the past, even now smelling the faint aroma of food, I have no appetite at all, only faint nausea.

Du Meici looked at Jiang Qiushi drinking water kindly, and reached out to pat his back like he was treating a child, so as not to choke him.

The more I look at it, the more I like it, why is it so painful.

Du Mei said: "Thank you, oh yes, I see you slept all afternoon, are you hungry?"

She got up and opened the thermos on the small table: "Auntie made something to eat, you can try Auntie's cooking."

Jiang Qiushi lowered his eyes, "Okay."

The curtains were opened, and half of the sky was dyed red by deep and shallow fire clouds. The trees outside the window were rattling, and through the glass, Jiang Qiu could see that his pale face was also painted with a layer of pink.

But after a moment of daze, Du Mei had already put the food out of the thermos bucket, and there was also a small bowl of chicken soup with oil flakes floating in it.Du Mei said, "What's the matter, child?" She turned her head and looked out the window, "You can't blow the air now, go out when you're done."

Jiang Qiushi: "Okay."

With the hanging needle still on the back of his left hand, Jiang Qiushi held the spoon with one hand, collected himself, and forced himself to eat slowly, bite by bite.

He once talked and laughed freely in front of tens of thousands of people on the gorgeous stage.But now, in the small ward with only one curtain drawn, under Du Mei's unabashedly caring eyes, Jiang Qiushi felt uncomfortable like never before.

Seeing that he was eating slowly, Du Mei asked concerned: "Is it because my cooking is not to your liking? What do you like to eat? Tell auntie."

Jiang Qiushi shook his head: "No, I really like it."

When I was young, I never had the right to choose my preferences. After I grew up, I gradually felt that it was not so important.Left and right are nothing but foreign things, what to eat, what to wear, where to live...Basic food, housing, and transportation are nothing but the most superficial human desire to survive.

He smiled and said, "Mr. Du, your cooking skills are really good, much better than mine."

"As long as you like it, if you like it, come to my house to eat next time. Tell auntie what you want to eat in advance, and I will go shopping." Du Mei was very happy when her craftsmanship was praised.

Du Mei moved the high stool by the bed and sat next to him: "The two of my family don't like to eat at home. My eldest son is busy outside and can only order takeaway every day. The younger one is stinky and yells. If you lose weight, you don’t like to eat dinner..."

While talking, the topic turned to Jiang Qiushi. "You said, she doesn't want to be photogenic like us, what is she doing to lose so much weight? Isn't she? She's so skinny and still says she looks good, young people nowadays..." Du Mei squeezed his right wrist holding the spoon , "Look, you are too. A big man has lost so much weight. My daughter has more flesh in her elbows than you. When you are not filming, you have to take good care of her. I am afraid that the wind will blow you away."

Jiang Qiushi forced himself to swallow the soup, and said slowly, "It's not that exaggerated."

It's a pity that the sickly face is not convincing, and the loose clothes make the whole person even thinner.

"Why not? My family members are going to worry about being so thin."

Jiang Qiushi didn't refute, he just nodded and obeyed when facing warm-hearted people: "Alright, alright, I will take care of my health."

Probably the potion made people feel drowsy, so after eating dinner, Jiang Qiushi, who had not woken up for a long time, felt that his eyelids were about to twitch.Du Mei pushed the person back onto the sofa and forced him to lie down.

Jiang Qiushi's whole body was wrapped in a small blue blanket, only his head and outstretched left hand were exposed, his hair was disheveled, and he didn't speak, only a pair of clear eyes followed Du Mei.

Du Mei was confused by this little animal's eyes, and stretched out her hand to straighten the other's hair.

"How many bottles are there?" Du Mei's voice was unbelievably soft.Like a mother caressing a baby's tender face, she pressed against Jiang Qiushiliang's swishing cheeks, and said to herself, "Why isn't it better..."

There is still more than half of the bottle left, and it is estimated that this bottle will last for more than two hours.

Jiang Qiushi blinked slowly: "I don't know, the nurse said there are five bottles of medicine in total." He fell asleep and didn't know which bottle it was.

"I'll ask, you lie down well."

Jiang Qiu huddled under the blanket and nodded. After watching the other party leave, he picked up his phone to check the news.

I was sleeping all day, the phone was turned on silent, and a series of messages popped up, including many missed calls.

Sister Ya and the others sent the most messages, followed by Lin He and others. Jiang Qiu replied eleven by one, and gradually became more conscious.

When Du Mei returned to the cubicle, Jiang Qiushi just didn't know who to call.

"Okay, I'll go back to the company tomorrow, thank you for your hard work today."

"It's okay, it's much better, just take some medicine tomorrow... Well, see you tomorrow."

Jiang Qiushi made arrangements for tomorrow's itinerary, and hung up the call with Du Mei's disapproving eyes.

Du Mei couldn't help but get angry: "You're such a grown-up, why don't you know how to cherish your body? You have a fever, so what if you take one more day off and let go of work? Money is endless... "

As he spoke, he was so angry that he shed tears.

Jiang Qiushi, who had just been quietly listening to the reprimand, immediately became flustered and hurriedly wiped her tears.Du Mei raised her hand to wipe away her tears, as if she was looking at him, or at another soul: "Why don't you know how to think about yourself?"

"I will take care of my health. Although I have a fever, I feel much better now. I can't delay my work." Jiang Qiushi explained patiently.

"Forget it, forget it." Du Mei waved her hand, "I'm not your real parent either, it's annoying to talk too much. It's just... I often look at you, as if I'm going to disappear in a second. "

Du Mei wiped away a little tear from the corner of her eyes: "Don't be like my son, who died at a young age, let his parents, the white-haired one give the black-haired one."

Jiang Qiushi lowered his eyes and said, "No way."

"You who are children, you should always contact your parents at home. Don't be like my son. My old man is sick, and I asked him to come back to see him. They all said he was still working, busy, and couldn't come back..."

"Okay, I will remember." Jiang Qiushi seemed to agree sincerely.

Satisfied, Du Mei asked about Jiang Qiushi's hometown again.Jiang Qiushi was silent for a while, and then named a lesser-known southern city.

"That's very far away. How often do you go home? You should go back to see your parents." Du Mei calculated with her fingers, "You didn't go back this year for the Spring Festival Gala, and it seems that you did last year. Is it normal? Your family will Miss you."

Jiang Qiushi felt that his patience was enough, but found that he still couldn't ignore these topics.He didn't want to hear these words again, raised a gentle smile, and chatted with Du Mei for a long time before sending her away.

He sat up again, staring at the drip bottle in a daze.

parents?

If he had a choice, he would rather grow up in an orphanage from birth than to avoid...

lest what?

A burst of heart palpitations made him quickly come back to his senses. There seemed to be a forbidden area in his mind. Once he tried to touch it, his body's instinctive protection mechanism would tell him to walk away, don't think too much.

He closed his eyes and immediately recited the lines in his heart.

He doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, so he can only meditate in this way.

The phone ringing interrupted the recitation.

It was Lin He. After he finished filming and got off work, he remembered that his good friend had a rare illness and asked to come and visit.

Jiang Qiushi readily agreed and gave the address.Unexpectedly, although Lin He came, he brought a lot of food that patients should not eat.

Jiang Qiushi silently looked at Lin He, whose mouth was dripping with oil.

"Is this your attitude towards patients?"

Lin He wrapped two layers of plastic gloves in his hands, and quickly peeled the shrimp shells. The smell of crayfish permeated the whole room. While eating, he said, "Yes, don't you have a fever? You should avoid it. Besides, I'm still hungry .”

"Brother, don't you mind?" He took a bite of the shrimp and took a sip of draft beer.

Jiang Qiushi barely looked at him: "Be careful, don't splash on me."

Lin He, the down-to-earth rich second generation, immediately made a gesture to wipe Jiang Qiushi's face with his hand.The two fought against each other for a while, and Jiang Qiushi, who was in a sick state with a weak buff, still crushed Lin He, and successfully stopped him from eating crayfish in his ward.

The two stared at the drip bottle together in a daze.

"how much longer?"

"It's the last bottle, it should take more than an hour."

"Okay, more than an hour. You live in this community, right? I'll go to your house later."

"No, you'd better go home, you have to get up early to film tomorrow, don't wait for me."

Lin He looked directly at Jiang Qiushi with a little inquiring eyes: "Be honest, is there someone hiding in your house, such as a beautiful young lady, so you dare not let me see it?"

"What nonsense?" Jiang Qiu gave him a ten-shot look, "I just don't want a small cold to be treated as serious."

Lin He stared at him, believing his words.

In Lin He's eyes, Jiang Qiushi was a very proud person. It was more sad than killing him to win sympathy for him because he was sick or pitiful.

As it happens, so is he.If it wasn't for the same kind of people, the relationship between him and Jiang Qiushi wouldn't be so deep.

Lin He didn't insist anymore: "Okay, I'll go back after sitting with you for a while." After finishing speaking, he pretended to take out a tissue to wipe the other party's sweat.

"Hey! You still have chili oil on hand."

Lin He looked up at the sky. "It was actually seen through by you." She took back the tissue and wiped her fingers.

"How is filming now? Is everything okay in the crew?"

Lin He knew what he was asking, and nodded: "It's okay, that guy isn't too stupid. It's you, what are you going to shoot?"

Jiang Qiushi didn't shy away from it, and told the other party the name of the project, and said, "It's estimated that I will join the team this month."

There was a shootout in a period drama, and he had to practice shooting before joining the group. He needed Lin He to introduce the shooting club he often went to.