not brilliant

He Pingyi turned his head and saw a small black mountain peak.He himself wore this coat loosely, probably because it was too big. Jing Can flailed and pulled it down with one hand, but she couldn't figure out the direction.He Pingyi helped Jing Can straighten his coat, revealing his head.The static electricity from the soft hair was rubbed off by the clothes, and it was lying in a mess at the moment.

He Pingyi stared at the soft-looking top of his head, resisted the urge to raise his hand, raised his leg and wanted to leave again.Jing Can tugged at his arm, forcing him to stop.

He Pingyi turned his head and looked at him eagerly with his dark eyes.

"My glasses."

After Jing Can finished speaking, she returned to the desk to pick up the glasses that had just been left behind.

He Pingyi stopped at the door, watched his movements, and suddenly realized that Jing Can just now was exactly what he looked like when he met him in the corridor.He Pingyi trembled in his heart - even now, recalling that dim scene at that time, he would still be inexplicably moved.

After realizing this, he watched Jing Can walk back in front of him, finally raised his left hand, and brushed away the messy hair for him.The last bit of anger dissipated like this.

Even though he has put on He Pingyi's clothes and is sitting on the back seat of the electric car, Jing Can can still feel the cold wind blowing through his skin and into his body.

"Is it cold?"

He Pingyi's voice wafted overhead, Jing Can sniffed, and answered honestly, "Cold."

It's really cold.After a short distance, Jing Can's teeth began to chatter, and he knew that his body temperature must have been very high.He moved closer to He Pingyi, but he kept a distance of two or three centimeters away, so he didn't dare to touch him.

A hand suddenly appeared beside him.He Pingyi tugged on Jing Can, let him face forward, and put it directly on his body.Then he broadened his shoulders and sat upright, as if this could block a larger area of ​​wind for the people behind him.

The street lamp circled the shadow of the tree to the ground, unexpectedly meeting the fallen leaves.Jing Can lowered her head, watching their electric car run over this strange reunion after separation.

His head was getting heavier and heavier, and he really had no strength to fight, so he finally pressed his forehead against He Pingyi's back and closed his eyes.While in a daze, He Pingyi patted his shoulder twice.Jing Can kept silent all this time, probably because she was worried that he would fall asleep, and He Pingyi would touch him from time to time and talk to him along the way.

"Jing Can, don't fall asleep."

When He Pingyi's reminder sounded, Jing Can opened her eyes, raised her head, leaned half of her face against He Pingyi, and began to stare at the back of his head in a daze.

"Jing Can? Jing Can?"

He Ping didn't get a response, he already grabbed his arm with one hand, almost stopped the car to wake him up.

"Yes," Jing Can rubbed her face on He Pingyi's back, looked down at the hand he extended, "I'm awake."

He answered like this, and slowly pulled his hand out from under He Pingyi's coat, and hung it vaguely above He Pingyi's hand.Jing Can didn't dare to continue to hold it down, but under the light, the shadow made all thoughts have nowhere to hide.Jing Can stared at the swaying shadow on the ground, as if the two hands clasped together forced him to blush for the second time tonight.Slowing down, he took out his phone from his pocket, took a photo, and then, as if afraid that the photo would disappear, he rubbed his fingers against the screen and looked at it silently for a while.

When they arrived at Jing Can's house, Jing Can got out of the car and wanted to return the clothes to He Pingyi.

"Don't take it off, you wear it," He Pingyi sat on the electric car, his body slightly hunched, and he glanced at the dark room, "Is there anyone in your house?"

After a little hesitation, Jing Can shook her head and said truthfully, "No."

In normal times, Jing Can might lie, but maybe because of his physical discomfort today, or maybe because of the journey just now, he has developed too much greed for He Pingyi's back. At this moment, he really can't bear to part with He Pingyi leave.

After thinking about it for so long, I couldn't come up with a decent excuse to invite him, but today I realized it effortlessly.

He Pingyi pushed the electric car into the yard of Jing Can's house, and walked into the living room with Jing Can.The lights were turned on, and Jing Can felt a little uncomfortable under the bright light.Instead, it was He Pingyi who asked him where the medicine was at home first.

"I'll get it." Jing Can responded and walked to the TV cabinet.Song Yinan had specifically explained the location of these emergency supplies.

Jing Can was still rummaging through the medicine box, but He Pingyi was already behind him.

"Is there a thermometer? Take your temperature first." He Pingyi put his left hand on Jing Can's forehead while speaking.The two stood too close, Jing Can was standing with his back to He Pingyi, at this moment a force on his forehead made him raise his head, and the hair on the back of his head brushed against He Pingyi's chin.He forgot the movements of his hands for a moment, and stared blankly at the wall in front of him.

"Missed again?" He Pingyi patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to go aside.

The medicine box was full, and He Pingyi quickly found the thermometer and antipyretics, then turned to Jing Can and asked, "Does your throat hurt?"

As if receiving some order, Jing Can made a swallowing motion and replied, "It hurts."

After hearing this, He Pingyi picked out a box of anti-inflammatory drugs with his index and middle fingers.

After finding the medicine, He Pingyi followed Jing Can's guidance to the kitchen and found a kettle, and boiled a pot of water.Jing Can sat on the sofa to take her temperature, stared at a corner of the coffee table, and listened attentively to the movement behind her, but she never dared to look back.

With a crisp sound, Jing Can watched the dim light hit the water surface in the cup, the water trembled wildly, and ran around, not knowing what he was looking for within this square inch.

Before the water level stabilized, He Pingyi picked up the glass again.Jing Can hunched her shoulders, watching He Pingyi pour water back and forth with two water glasses.It is estimated that the freshly boiled water is too hot, and the wall of the cup is hot. He Pingyi will always lift up a certain finger from time to time, and alternately use only a few fingers to shake the water cup in his hand.Jing Can lowered her head and glanced at her hand on her lap, secretly sighing that He Pingyi's fingers are really long.

After 5 minutes, Jing Can obediently took out the thermometer and glanced at the light.

"How many degrees?" He Pingyi held the cup and asked him back.

"39 degrees two."

"Hiss." He Pingyi gasped, "Why don't we go to the hospital."

"No need." Jing Can was about to throw the thermometer down, but just as he started to move, the thermometer in his hand was already taken away by He Pingyi.

Jing Can picked up the medicine that He Pingyi had just brought over from the coffee table, carefully checked the name written on each medicine box, then shook one of them, and said, "I can't take this, I have a reaction to azithromycin."

"Huh?" He Pingyi asked, "What's the reaction?"

"I can vomit." Jing Can will never forget the tragic scene of being sick and being taken to the hospital by the teacher when she was a child, because of the injection of Archie, throwing up in the dark while throwing up the tragic scene.

"Then I'll change it for you." He Pingyi had already got up, "Is roxithromycin okay?"

"can."

The water that He Pingyi worked so hard to pour should have cooled down a bit. Jing Can glanced at his back as he was looking down for the medicine, quietly moved to the side, then bent over, carefully observed the glass for three seconds, and then Cover the fingerprints left by He Pingyi one by one with his own fingers.

The moment He picked up the water glass, He Pingyi just turned around.Jing Can licked her lower lip guilty, stuffed the medicine in her mouth hastily, and gulped herself a big mouthful of water.

The water temperature is just right.

At around 11:30, Jing Can's temperature still hadn't dropped. He Pingyi was already thinking about whether he should stay tonight, but Jing Can was very stubborn and kept emphasizing that he was really fine by himself.

"Well," He Pingyi took a step back, "Go upstairs and lie down, I'll get you an ice pack, and I'll leave when you feel better."

"No." Jing Can glanced at Li Zhong, a little anxious, "It's too late, you should go back quickly, your parents should be worried."

"I've told them." He Pingyi stopped talking nonsense to the patient, put his arms around Jing Can's shoulders, and half pushed and half supported him to send him upstairs.

"I really don't need He Pingyi, I don't have a severe sore throat, I'll be fine tomorrow after taking the medicine and sleeping, um..."

He Ping wanted to save the person in his arms energy, so he directly covered his mouth which was constantly opening and closing.

"If it's over 39 degrees, tell me your throat doesn't hurt too much? Where?" He Pingyi asked when he reached the second floor.

Jing Can hummed twice, and pointed to the room on the right.

When the two of them walked to the door, He Pingyi pressed Jing Can's mouth, put his little finger on his chin, and raised his head.

"If you have a sore throat, you should talk less. I let go of your hand. You can stop nagging me and let me go, okay?"

Perhaps in order to strengthen his own deterrence, He Pingyi leaned his head towards Jing Can when he was discussing with Jing Can.Jing Can looked at the eyes and bridge of nose that were close at hand, and took a breath.

"Just nod if you agree."

Slowly, Jing Can nodded her head.Only then did He Pingyi put down his hands, put both hands in his trouser pockets, and waited for Jing Can to open the door.

The lights in the bedroom were turned on, pale pink curtains, lace-trimmed lamps, warm yellow and pink paintings...Looking at the room, He Pingyi raised his eyebrows hesitantly.Although the sheets and quilt were dark blue, it was already obvious that the owner of this room was a girl.

"Well... this is my mother's former home, and this room is also the one she used to live in." Before He Pingyi could ask, Jing Can took the initiative to explain.

No wonder.

He Pingyi pulled out his left hand and pointed to the bed: "You just finished taking the medicine, so go lie down under the quilt first, do you have ice packs at home? If not, cold water is fine."

"It really doesn't need to be so numb..."

"Yes." Before Jing Can finished speaking, He Pingyi interrupted forcefully, "What did you promise me just now?"

Jing Can then fell silent, and carefully recalled whether there was any ice pack at home.

"There should be," he recalled that he seemed to have seen it in the refrigerator, it should be prepared by Song Yinan, "in the refrigerator."

He Pingyi nodded, turned and left the bedroom.

Wait a minute, refrigerator?

Hearing the sound of "dong dong dong" coming downstairs, Jing Can suddenly remembered the mangoes he had frozen in the refrigerator, and his legs went limp in fright.

"He Pingyi!" He hurried to the door, grabbed the door frame with both hands, and shouted as loudly as he could, "The ice pack is on the first floor! The one with the small grid!"

"Understood." He Pingyi stopped on the stairs, raised his head and frowned to look at the person who was still on the bed, "Go and lie down."

Jing Can shrank her neck and retreated to the room.He collapsed on the bed, looked at the ceiling, and felt that if He Pingyi saw that mango, it would be more terrifying than if he had a fever of over 39 degrees.

Thinking about lying down under the blanket before He Pingyi came back, Jing Can didn't dare to let herself be preoccupied like usual, and hurriedly crawled to take off her coat.But after taking off his coat and tugging on his trousers, he hesitated again.

"Can you take off your pants..." Jing Can muttered to herself in a low voice as there was no one in the room.After muttering, he looked at the pajamas on the bed again: "Can you change the pajamas..."

He Ping noticed that he found a refrigerator downstairs, and was about to open the refrigerator door when his eyes were attracted by a few colorful post-it notes on the door.Different colors of square paper, each with a few warnings written on it, the person who left them seemed to be afraid that the sticking would not be firm, and each piece was pressed with a refrigerator magnet.Fridge magnets should be various souvenirs accumulated over a long period of time. With just one glance, He Pingyi saw the representative buildings of several countries and cities.

"Sleep well."

"Drink more water."

"Headache medicine is in the bedside cabinet, don't take it all the time, I will check the quantity."

"Call us if you're not feeling well."

They were all heart-warming words, and there were even a few sentences that just said "be happy".

Looking at these sticky notes, the corners of He Pingyi's mouth lifted slightly.He seldom thinks a person is cute, but when he sees that every post-it note has a word "yes" written on it as a reply, and it is accompanied by a Q-version little boy doing different actions and expressions, he I think Jing Can is really cute.

One yellow post-it note was covered by another, with only a corner showing.He Pingyi tilted his head with a smile, raised his hand, and took off the cover on it.

"Xiao Can, don't take medicine to help sleep, we will be very worried."

He Pingyi couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence for a while.

Drugs to help you sleep?He raised his head, looked at the quiet upstairs, and suddenly felt numbness in his wrist.

Sleeping pills... what?

"It's suicide..."

The light was obviously not that bright, but it made He Ping feel so dazed that he couldn't even stand still.

He Pingyi clenched his fists, closed his eyes hard, and opened them again after a few seconds. He tried to block the nightmares that were about to run towards him in this way, but his hands were still uncontrollable. Shaking badly.

"overdose of sleeping pills"

"Sorry, the patient had no vital signs when he was sent to the hospital"

"If there is no doubt, this is the transcript of the death notification, and the family members should sign it."

The last sentence is the final epilogue left to him by that too terrible summer.