【Rebirth】I'm so fragrant with the bamboo horse who hates and fears

When Ouyang Cheng arrived in the dormitory, his roommate told him that his brother had been waiting for him for a whole day, and it was cold outside, so he still refused to enter the dormitory.

Ouyang Cheng knew Shen Yan's rigid temperament, upon hearing this, he hurried downstairs, looked around for no servants, he breathed on his hands, and when he returned to the dormitory, he chopped off his feet, and was stopped by the dormitory auntie. The sweater was given to him.

"When will my brother send you here, Auntie?"

"About ten minutes ago, not long."

"Understood, thank you, auntie." Ouyang Cheng took the bag and tightened his fingers, so he must have seen it.

It must be sad for him to go up the stairs step by step, but in this way, Shen Yan should also understand that he likes girls.

Ouyang Cheng couldn't empathize with Shen Yan's feelings, because his life had been so smooth so far, and he hadn't suffered any setbacks, let alone any love.

...

Shen Yan was blown in the cold wind for a long time, the tip of his nose was red, his eyes were empty, but there were no tears.

It's not like crying, Shen Yan thought, anyway, he has encountered too many bad things, and after a while, it will pass.

Some worries, just like this, are pressed in the bottom of my heart like this, accumulating and slowly becoming a wound, and then festering and rotting, the carrion is gouged out, and then heals slowly, but the scar is so conspicuous that it cannot be ignored.

After Shen Yan called Aunt An, she went back to school and went to study in the study room until eleven o'clock in the evening before returning to the dormitory.

In the dead of night, when there was nothing to do, the sadness flooded up like a tide, almost drowning him.

The roommate who fell asleep playing on his mobile phone heard him entering the door and greeted him.Shen Yan doesn't talk much, and he doesn't have any deep friendship with the people in the dormitory, but everyone will not target him because of this, everyone is an adult, and each has his own pessimism, joy, and way of life.

What's more, Shen Yan is willing to lend them his notes for each final exam, and he always answers questions when asked.

So the daily greeting will still be called.

"En." Shen Yan responded, curled her fingers, and slid her Adam's apple a few times, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

"Ah... yes." The roommate was stunned and turned over to find cigarettes and a lighter for Shen Yan.

"Thank you."

"Aren't you a non-smoker?" asked the roommate in surprise.

"..." Shen Yan was habitually silent. He picked up the cigarette and lighter, thanked him again, and then went to the cubicle where the clothes were dried, and closed the door.

The three roommates raised their heads and looked at each other, but they all lay back in tacit understanding.

After about a while, they heard the sound of people in the cubicle being choked and coughed.

Still can't smoke.

Then it returned to silence, until the group of night owls fell asleep, and when they woke up the next day, Shen Yan was no longer in the dormitory, the windows of the cubicle were opened to let the air out, and the cigarette butts on the floor were also swept into the trash can.

It's almost a pack, and everything has been dealt with cleanly. Without the cigarette butts in the trash can, no one would know how sad he was last night.

...

Shen Yan fell ill with a cold.

At first, lightheaded, runny nose and sneezing.When this symptom appeared, he went for injections, medicine, and even drips.

He is a medical student, no matter how sad he is, he will not make fun of his body.

But the psychological stagnation weighed on him. He was not in a constitution that was prone to getting sick. It was rare for him to get sick once a year, but once he got sick, it was out of control, even if it was just a small cold.

In the end, it turned into a bad cold, fever, and then pneumonia, and my voice was so hoarse that I couldn't speak.

He has no right to be weak, so he asked for leave by himself, packed up his things, and went to the hospital alone.

Did not tell Aunt An.

One person is in the multi-person ward, one person pays the fee, and one person goes to the toilet with the infusion bottle. When he needs to eat, he asks the nurse to give him a random drip in the hospital cafeteria.

In the multi-person ward, it was mostly noisy, but when it came to him, it was as silent as a black and white painting.

Pneumonia is not fully healed yet, appendicitis flares up, surgery is needed, parents' signature is required.

As a last resort, Shen Yan had no choice but to call Aunt An while coughing. His painful forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his throat was not yet healed, it was hoarse and hoarse.

Aunt An patted her thigh, "You child, why didn't you tell your family when you were sick, I'll be right over here."

She hung up the phone, remembering that today is Saturday, and immediately called Ouyang Cheng.

At that time, Ouyang Cheng was in the amusement park with a group of people, queuing up to ride a roller coaster with a girl, and when he heard that Shen Yan was hospitalized for an operation, he left the girl behind without even thinking about it.