overdue love

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Sure enough, Chen Sheng asked me straight to the point, "Do you know where Qi Xiaoyun is? He didn't go to the company today, he couldn't get through on the phone, and he couldn't be reached. I remember he lives next door to your house now? I just thought about it." Let me ask you, did you see him this morning?"

Last night's cold wind and Qi Xiaoyun's flushed face flooded into my mind again. Based on what I know about Qi Xiaoyun, no one is sick and he doesn't know how to prepare medicine at home.

I was sleepy and dizzy yesterday, and I didn't think about it for a while, but now that I think about it, I can make some reasonable guesses——

Qi Xiaoyun fell ill and was probably still asleep, that's why he lost contact.

When I think of this possibility, I can't sit still. Qi Xiaoyun blew the cold wind for so long yesterday to pick me up. If he really falls ill and has no one to take care of him, let alone medicine, then that's really okay. Too miserable.

"Well, I'll go back and have a look. If I find someone, I'll let you know."

I thought about it, and decided to let go of my inconsistency and not knowing how to deal with Qi Xiaoyun's feelings for the time being, and go back and have a look at him first, after all, I have to live to meet people, right?

The manager and I asked for leave and hurried home. I'm not afraid that Qi Xiaoyun went out to some place with no signal and let me go for nothing. I was afraid that he really had a fever. No one took care of me and didn't know it. The fever lasted for a day. People are stupid.

When I rushed to the door in a hurry, I realized that how to get in was a big problem because I didn't have a key and I couldn't contact anyone.

I knocked on the door of Qi Xiaoyun's house for a long time, but no one came to open it, and finally jumped over from the balcony of my house.

Our two balconies are connected, and the distance is very close, but it is only one arm away. In addition, it is an old building area, and there are no guardrails, only windows. I pushed open the windows of the two houses and carefully jumped over on a stool.

Qi Xiaoyun's house is very quiet and tidy. You can see the whole living room at a glance from the balcony. There are stacks of books neatly stacked on the coffee table, and the backrests and pillows on the sofa sit side by side. Even the window sills are a little dry. All the green radishes are arranged symmetrically, and the branches and leaves that can't be fixed in shape and stretch freely also have a somewhat spontaneous order.

The structure of the two houses is roughly the same, and I walked two steps forward, and I saw the half-closed bedroom door, and the sunlight shone through the gap on the tiles, reflecting the arc of light.

I gently opened the door, and what I saw was a quilt that looked like a silkworm chrysalis. When I moved my eyes to the right, there was a figure curled up at the other end of the big bed.

Qi Xiaoyun buried his head in the pillow with his back to the window, the rough sound of his breathing resounded in the bedroom, it was hard to believe that nothing happened to him.

I stepped forward to pull him up from the bed, but as soon as my hand touched someone, I felt hot, and I couldn't help being surprised, how long has Qi Xiaoyun been at this temperature?

"Qi Xiaoyun?" I frowned and called out, only to find that his brows were tighter than mine, and his hands were also clenched tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, he would no longer be able to grasp what he wanted.

"Qi Xiaoyun?" I felt that he might be having a nightmare, so I called him again, and patted his face with my hand, "Wake up, don't fall asleep."

Qi Xiaoyun moved twice when I slapped him, and after a few seconds, he slowly opened his eyes. He looked at me blankly, and two lines of tears flowed down like this.

"I'm sorry Xinxin," I was still in a daze one second, and my body froze at his words the next second, I don't know why he suddenly mentioned this.

"I'm sorry," Qi Xiaoyun's voice was faintly crying, and he wrapped his arms around me tightly, "I really know I was wrong, don't ignore me, don't drive me away."

Nonsense words were thrown at me, without beginning or end. I boldly guessed that Qi Xiaoyun should be awake and still in a dream, and there was me in the dream and the ending was not as he wished.

When people are sick, they are always fragile. The calmness they usually pretend and the uneasiness they hide are all rushing out at this time. Through the chaotic Qi Xiaoyun in front of me, I seem to see countless him who dreamed back at midnight, and Myself.

It turns out that they are all the same, no one feels better than the other, and no one lets go more easily than the other, so is it possible... that none of us loves less or is less sincere than the other?

A wise man does not fall in love, and there are no wise people in love. Most of them are exhausted and fearful, but few have firm beliefs and go forward.

Me and Qi Xiaoyun, neither of us can escape the common customs.

I sighed, hugged Qi Xiaoyun back, patted his back lightly a few times, and waited until I felt him relax before calling him again, telling him, Qi Xiaoyun, wake up.

This time Qi Xiaoyun woke up very quickly. When he saw the real me and the posture that should not have been between us, he still didn't understand what happened. It wasn't until he wanted to make a sound but found that he didn't have much strength. Suddenly.

He supported himself from my arms and sat up, reached out and touched his forehead, and said with some embarrassment, "I was really fine last night, it must have been burned while falling asleep."

I shook my head and ignored his words, "Is there any medicine at home? Where's the thermometer?"

"No...yes," Qi Xiaoyun said with embarrassment of being caught, "I'll just order a takeaway, and you don't have to worry about me."

I said "Yes" and asked him where the key was.

"Ah?" Qi Xiaoyun's mind was not happy to accept the jumpy topic, "It's in the drawer under the coffee table."

"Okay." It's still such a habit, it hasn't changed at all.

I got up and was about to leave, but Qi Xiaoyun grabbed my wrist the moment I left, and he asked in confusion, "Then how did you get in?"

I was silent for a second, thinking that I couldn't hide it, I raised my finger and pointed to the balcony.

The wrist that was held by someone suddenly felt strength, and Qi Xiaoyun's voice trembled in disbelief, "Where did you come from? The balcony? Cheng Shuxin, you—"

"I'll go back and get you medicine and take your temperature. If the fever doesn't subside, go to the hospital."

I guess Qi Xiaoyun's next sentence is "Don't die", but if you don't plan to let him say it, just an arm's length away, how can it be that exaggerated.

I dug out the medicine box from home and carried it over. I first found the thermometer and asked him to clip it for 5 minutes.

Then he walked to the kitchen again, preparing to cook a bowl of porridge for him, after all, he would have to drink medicine later.

But Qi Xiaoyun really couldn't be counted on for some things. Apart from mineral water, drinks and fruits, there was not a single vegetable leaf in the refrigerator.

I thought about it, and went home again, grabbed some rice and put it in a bowl, picked another piece of meat and took it with seasonings and so on.

Before the lean meat porridge was ready, Qi Xiaoyun's temperature was measured. He consciously put on his coat and walked from the bedroom to the kitchen. He stopped a few steps away from me and asked me what I had done. It smelled delicious.

These words sound familiar. In the past, when I woke up early in the morning, Qi Xiaoyun put his hands around my waist, put his chin on my shoulder, and said it close to my ear.

It's really different today.

"It will be fine soon." I stirred the porridge and asked him without looking back, "Is the temperature taken? How many degrees?"

"...38 degrees 7."

"..." My hand that was stirring stopped, and I suddenly became angry for some reason, and I could only choke out one sentence for a long time, telling him to go back and lie down.

"Oh...then I'll go back to the bedroom first."

Qi Xiaoyun's voice dragged on a bit, it sounded pitiful, and a little bit reluctant, those who didn't know thought I did something to him.

What can I do with him?At most, just ignore him when you are angry.

Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered Qi Xiaoyun's dream just now, he said, I'm sorry Xinxin, don't ignore me.

...I seem to really have something wrong with him.

12. Overdue Love 11

It didn't take long to make a bowl of porridge. Qi Xiaoyun had just returned to the bedroom from the kitchen when hot porridge was poured into the bowl.

I took a spoon from the cupboard and carried the bowl into the bedroom.

Qi Xiaoyun, who returned to the bed obediently, was sitting on the bed with his back straight, and looked towards the window with distracted eyes. He just stayed by himself for a few minutes, and he didn't know where he was wandering again.

I tapped the side of the bowl with the handle of the spoon, and he turned his head, with a smile on his face, and said thank you to me.

It's so strange, obviously I want to draw a clear line, want him to leave me, and want him to live a good life, but at such a good time where I can draw in the relationship through vulnerability, I hear him being rude and polite to me. But he did not heave a sigh of relief as he wished, on the contrary, he felt that something was heavier in his heart, and his mouth felt a little bitter.

When I was with Qi Xiaoyun, I seldom felt this way. He loves to eat sweets, and he always gave me sweets. I seldom let me have such a time, so I reacted violently at the moment when I suffered. , I can't wait to escape to the sky.

I handed the porridge over, watched him blow it cold and drank it, poured him another glass of water, and handed him the antipyretic medicine.

The sunny bedroom was silent, but the two people who didn't make a sound had a good understanding. I handed him water when he took medicine, and I put a glass when he was sleeping. When he turned around, he tucked up the quilt for fear that he would cover himself. not good.

In fact, we don't have such a thing as tacit understanding, but it's like the road in this world. As long as you are willing to walk, you will always figure it out.

Qi Xiaoyun, who was about to fall asleep, lay down for two seconds and then opened her eyes, turned her head to my side, and asked me, aren't you going home?I'm fine. I'll be fine after taking the medicine for a while. You can go back and leave me alone.

The feeling that made me miserable came back.

I said Qi Xiaoyun, sleep in your sleep and leave me alone.

Qi Xiaoyun probably didn't expect me to be so fierce, she opened and closed her mouth but couldn't speak, so she had to say "Then I'm going to sleep".

People who don't understand the ins and outs must have doubts about my attitude, only