Specific gravity

That night, Cen Baiyan smoked half a pack of cigarettes and didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night.

The window of the room was not closed all night. Cen Baiyan felt that the only way to wake up was to blow the cold wind. He reminded himself not to be so stupid as to fall twice in the same pit. , but covered in cold sweat.

He was weak all over, his head hurt like it was about to split open, and his body felt chills. Cen Baiyan guessed it was a cold, so he dragged his heavy limbs to get up and drink a cup of medicine.

Cen Baiyan never took minor illnesses like colds seriously, and felt that it would be better if he covered himself tightly and covered himself with sweat.The cold he had not long ago was not so thorough, and this time the virus was particularly fierce. Before going out, Cen Baiyan bent over to tie his shoelaces. When he got up, he felt violently dizzy. He staggered and held on to the doorknob, almost falling.

He pressed his forehead with both hands, and when he opened the door, he was shocked by the wind, and hurried back to the room to put on a thick woolen scarf.

It's been cloudy for most of the week, and there is no sunshine at all. It was only when I left the apartment that I found it was drizzling. Cen Baiyan thought it was troublesome to open an umbrella, so he put on his coat and hat, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the bus stop with a dull head.

Xuan Zhao arrived 10 minutes earlier than him, with a cane in his left hand and a black umbrella in his right hand. His beige coat and dark slim-fit pants made him look straight and slender, looking like a painting in the rain and fog.

Cen Baiyan was in a daze for a moment, unable to tell whether it was the quieter morning when the rain was falling, or the quieter Xuanzhao standing in the rain.

"Good morning," Xuan Zhao greeted him with a smile, "Did you bring an umbrella?"

Cen Baiyan stood under the bus sign on the platform, took off his hat, and shook the rain off his clothes.

Xuan Zhao walked up to him and handed him a tissue: "Wipe it off."

Cen Boyan didn't raise his head: "No, it's not that particular."

His voice sounded muffled, with a pronounced nasal tone.

"Did you not sleep last night? I just brought a medicine bag." Xuan Zhao put down the umbrella, unzipped the backpack, and said while searching, "It can help you sleep. You put it next to the pillow—"

"Say no! Didn't you understand?" Cen Boyan's tone suddenly became heavier, and he waved his hands impatiently.

Xuan Zhao was taken aback by Cen Baiyan's sudden irritability, then he slowly put on his backpack, smiled and said, "I remember wrongly, I didn't bring a medicine bag today."

Cen Baiyan clenched his hands in his pockets into fists and said nothing, as if the Xuanzhao around him was air.

His thick scarf covered the lower half of his face, until he fully raised his head, Xuan Zhao saw that his eyes were flushed abnormally, and his eye sockets were bloodshot.

"Are you sick?" Xuan Zhao immediately responded and asked anxiously.

Cen Boyan turned his head away, not giving Xuanzhao any reaction.

Regardless of his indifference, Xuan Zhao frowned, walked quickly to Cen Baiyan, raised his right hand, and touched Cen Baiyan's forehead with the back of his hand——

"Clap" sound.

Cen Boyan grabbed Xuan Zhao's wrist in the air, his bloodshot eyes were full of coldness, he stared at Xuan Zhao, and said in a deep voice, "You don't need to take care of me."

His palms were hot, Xuan Zhao frowned even tighter: "You have a fever, I will accompany you to the hospital."

Xuan Zhao's undisguised anxiety and concern made Cen Baiyan's headache worse. There was a fire burning in his body, and the closer Xuan Zhao got to him, the more intense the fire would be.

"No need." Cen Baiyan shook off Xuan Zhao's hand.

"I know you want me to stay away from you." Xuan Zhao restrained his smile and said seriously, "Okay, we can wait until you recover. Now I will accompany you to the hospital."

There was a sharp pain from the forehead, Cen Baiyan had a splitting headache, and Xuan Zhao even had a double image in front of his eyes.

— Am I really fucking sick?

Xuanzhao took his hand and felt his pulse with two fingers.

The touch of Xuan Zhao's skin was soft and warm, and the place on the inside of the wrist touched by Xuan Zhao felt a slight trembling sensation that could not be ignored.

Cen Baiyan looked down at Xuan Zhao, and suddenly felt a dry mouth. They said that the pulse and heartbeat are the same frequency. His heart is beating so fast now, Xuan Zhao must be aware of it, right?

As he got closer, the tip of Xuan Zhao's nose caught the smell of tobacco on Cen Baiyan's body. Cen Baiyan was not addicted to cigarettes, and under normal circumstances, he would not leave the smell on his body.Xuan Zhao sighed in his heart, raised his head and asked helplessly, "How much have you smoked?"

Xuan Zhao's eyelashes were thin and soft, like a pitch-black brush; when he spoke, his warm lips touched the bridge of Cen Baiyan's nose.

Probably because when a person is sick, his rationality and self-control will fall off a cliff. Cen Baiyan's eyes flashed, and his heart felt a long-lost softness. He lowered his head slightly, and couldn't help but want to get closer to Xuan Zhao.

A little closer, a little closer.

Whoa-!

A sports car sped past, splashing water.

Cen Boyan suddenly woke up, took a step back abruptly, and unconsciously shook off Xuan Zhao's hand. Xuan Zhao was caught off guard and staggered, standing still while supporting his crutches.

Cen Baiyan's Adam's apple couldn't stop moving up and down, and the scarf was tied so tightly that he couldn't breathe.

"What's wrong?" Xuan Zhao asked worriedly with eyes full of anxiety, "Is it uncomfortable?"

It's hard, it's hard.

Cen Baiyan's eyes were red, and his brain was in pain as if it was torn apart, half of it was due to high fever, and the other half was due to Xuan Zhao.

Two voices sounded alternately in his mind, one was extremely gentle, saying to him, "Bo Yan, let's start over, I like you, I really like you, can you give me another chance, okay?"; The coldness was extremely cold, and he said without the slightest ups and downs, "Cen Baiyan, I never loved you, it was all fake from the beginning to the end".

These two voices were fighting in his ears, and the tinnitus became more and more intense. Cen Baiyan closed his eyes heavily, and leaned his head back against the cold stop sign.

Fake, fake, all fake.

Cen Baiyan's heart trembled, the pain was so painful that he could hardly straighten his back.

"I'll call the driver over right away." Xuan Zhao took out his phone and quickly searched through the address book.

In the distance, the bus bound for the school was slowly approaching, Cen Baiyan eased his shortness of breath, and raised his arms to signal the driver that someone would get on the bus at this stop.

"Let's ask for leave today." Xuan Zhao said, "You have a bad fever."

Cen Boyan turned a deaf ear.

The bus was getting closer, Cen Baiyan put on his hat again, Xuan Zhao raised his hand to stop him, and said in a rare stern tone: "Cen Baiyan, don't make fun of your body, go to the hospital with me immediately."

Hearing this, Cen Boyan glanced at Xuan Zhao with mocking eyes, as if Xuan Zhao had said something that he couldn't understand.

"Xuan Zhao, it's you, stop joking with me. You don't need to worry about whether I go to the hospital or when I go to the hospital," Cen Baiyan said, "I don't need you anymore."

Xuanzhao's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice: "Then we won't go to the hospital, I will accompany you to the school doctor's office and prescribe some medicine, okay?"

"No need," Cen Baiyan didn't even have the strength to refute aloud, he gasped, "It's really not necessary."

When the bus arrived at the stop, the door slowly opened, Cen Baiyan stepped into the bus with one leg, Xuan Zhao bent down to pick up the umbrella, and followed behind him.

The fire in his body intensified, and Cen Baiyan was in a state of dizziness, but he could clearly feel the breath of the omen. His subconscious mind was begging to leave the omen, and he wanted to announce the omen.

However, as soon as this absurd idea appeared, the pain that made all internal organs churn swept across his whole body in an instant.

There is no second time, Cen Baiyan, you cannot be trampled by the same person twice.

Cen Baiyan stopped, and the black umbrella stretched out from behind, covering the top of Cen Baiyan's head.

——Don't try to shake me, or you can lie to me to the end, lie to me for the rest of your life, since you already don't want me once, don't show up again.

Cen Baiyan's lips were tightly pursed, and the veins on his forehead were protruding. He could no longer suppress the fire in his body, turned around abruptly, grabbed the walking stick from Xuanzhao's hand, and threw his hand——

"boom"!

The walking stick was thrown more than ten meters and landed on the muddy ground.

Xuan Zhao was stunned.

"Don't follow me." Cen Baiyan had a fierce expression, clenching his back molars, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

He stepped into the compartment, the driver gestured to him for confirmation, and then slowly started the bus.

The umbrella in his hand was still in the forward position. The rain soaked Xuanzhao's backpack and the back of his head. However, the whole body is chilly.

Passers-by cast suspicious glances at Xuan Zhao. Xuan Zhao stood there for a moment, took back his umbrella, limped towards the position of the crutch, bent down to pick up the dark black stick, and wiped off the dirt on it with the hem of his coat. water stains.

Without a walking stick, he couldn't even walk well; without Cen Baiyan, he didn't know where to go in this city.

Cen Baiyan simply took some medicine in the infirmary, and fell asleep on the classroom table during lunch break. After waking up, he felt cold all over.

He didn't go to the library in the afternoon, he didn't go to the cafeteria at dinner time, and he didn't even go to the bus station to wait for the bus in the evening, but slept in the rest room of the research room for a night.

As long as you don't see the omen, you won't be confused by him, shaken by him, or emotionally affected by him.

After two days in the research room day and night, Cen Baiyan couldn't do it anymore. He vomited on the toilet, and all the vomit was acidic water.

Cen Baiyan barely stood up, planning to go to the hospital to have a look. He was putting on his coat, and a female classmate was tiptoeing to pick up materials by the filing cabinet, and a large dictionary next to it was pulled out, but she didn't realize it.

Cen Baiyan quickly pushed her away, and the thousand-page ceremonial "boom" hit Cen Baiyan's head, and there was a "buzz" in his head, and the string that had been tense for the past two days finally broke.

"You are really unlucky," Luo Kai sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, "you can be hit by a book, you will die of laughter."

Cen Boyan had a high fever, developed bronchitis, and was hit with a mild concussion, really unlucky.

He was hanging on the water, he didn't even have the strength to speak, he simply closed his eyes and rested his mind, ignoring the gloating Luo Kai.

Luo Kai peeled two oranges and ate an apple, making fun of Cen Baiyan while playing with his mobile phone.

"It's so noisy," Cen Baiyan said hoarsely, "Can you get lost?"

"White-eyed wolf," Luo Kai stuffed a piece of orange into his mouth, he caught a glimpse of the hurriedly approaching person from the corner of his eye, raised his eyebrows, "Get off, I'll get off right away."

The sound of the walking stick hitting the ground rang in his ears, Cen Baiyan suddenly opened his eyes, and asked Luo Kai, "Did you find him?"

Luo Kai scratched his head: "Isn't it that I have no time to take care of you?"

"It's unnecessary," Cen Baiyan sullenly said, "Did I fucking ask you to control me? You—"

"Go first, thank you for your hard work," Xuan Zhaowen's voice cut in, "I'm here."

Luo Kai put oil on the soles of his feet and ran away in a hurry.

Xuan Zhao stood by the bed, picked up the medical record and glanced at it, frowned and said, "Concussion?"

Cen Baiyan's Adam's apple moved up and down: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to make fun of you," Xuan Zhao also feigned anger, he was angry that Cen Baiyan didn't come to the hospital until he was burnt like this, and angry that Cen Baiyan didn't take his health seriously, "I heard that you were smashed by a book, let me come and see the excitement. "

"Let's finish it," Cen Baiyan said without any emotion in his eyes, and his voice was dry as if his throat was about to be torn, "You can go now."

Xuan Zhao tilted his head: "Don't go."

Cen Baiyan's eyes dimmed, and before he could utter the sarcasm, Xuan Zhao raised his hand first, and threw the crutch against the corner.

"I throw it myself," Xuan Zhao spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a smile, "I'm a cripple, and I can't walk without a walking stick."

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