Tanhualang

As soon as she came out of the palace, Shen Jing developed a high fever that night.

When he was bedridden for four or five days, Cao Xiaoyu took his son Pan Xiaozhou to the capital.

It was Xi Wei who brought them to Beijing together.

Because he bought a house in the capital before, Xi Wei made a trip back to the south of the Yangtze River and brought his family to Beijing to settle down. After Shen Jing heard the news, he wrote to ask him to detour to Huzhou and bring Cao Xiaoyu and his son Pan Xiaozhou together. .

When Xi Wei sent Cao Xiaoyu and Pan Xiaozhou to Shen Jing's yard, Shen Jing was so ill that she could hardly even get out of bed.But after hearing the news, he still struggled to get up from the bed to meet the guests.

Shen Jing now looks haggard, with red eyes and chapped lips.As soon as they met, Xi Wei couldn't help being surprised when he saw him like this before exchanging greetings: "Why is he so sick? Have you asked the doctor to look at it?"

Even Cao Xiaoyu couldn't help worrying when she saw this, "But I haven't seen you for two months, how come you lost so much weight?"

Shen Jing forced a smile and said: "The doctor has seen it, but it's just a cold. It snowed two days ago, and it suddenly became cold, and I accidentally froze. Is your journey going smoothly? Eldest sister and Xiao Zhou asked you to worry about it."

"The journey went smoothly, but it snowed heavily a few days ago, and we were delayed in Henan for a few days. It seems that Sister Cao came at the right time. You really need someone to take care of you like this." Xi Wei shook his head and sighed. Said, "I thought about asking you out for a drink tonight, but it looks like it won't work. Since that's the case, I won't bother you any more. You should rest well. I'll come see you later."

Then he got up and said goodbye.

Shen Jing followed and stood up, only to feel a blur in front of her eyes, and her body swayed.

Fortunately, Cao Xiaoyu stood beside him, supported him, and worriedly said, "How are you doing?"

"It's okay. Get up a little bit harder." Shen Jing forced a smile, raised her hand to support the table, "I really can't do what I want. Sister, you can send General Xi off for me."

"Understood, you should rest quickly." Cao Xiaoyu put Pan Xiaozhou in his arms on the chair, coaxed her, and then sent Xi Wei out.

Shen Jing looked down at the little man who was sitting on the chair obediently, wearing a tiger head hat and staring at a pair of big eyes, slowly squatted down, coaxed him with a gentle smile, "Xiaozhou, do you still recognize me?"

Pan Xiaozhou, who was only four or five years old, hugged a little cloth tiger tightly in his arms, looked at it silently for a long time, and then timidly called out: "I know... Mother said, you are a little uncle."

"Xiaozhou is so good." Shen Jing smiled, turned her head and called Xiaomeng to the yard, then turned around again, raised her hand to touch Xiaozhou's tiger-head hat, "Little uncle is sick today, I'm afraid I will get angry with you , so I can’t hug you. Can you get off the chair by yourself and follow my uncle to the east room? It’s warmer there than here.”

"Okay." Pan Xiaozhou obediently responded, hugging the little tiger with one hand, and holding on to the armrest with the other, he carefully slid off the chair, walked to Shen Jing with small steps, sized him up for a moment, and raised his hand to hold Shen Jingyi Sleeve, "Then wait for little uncle to recover from his illness, then hug Xiao Zhou."

"Okay." Shen Jing stood up with a smile, led the short man by his sleeve, and walked out.

As soon as he reached the door, Cao Xiaoyu had already hurried back. He didn't bother to pick up the boat, so he supported Shen Jing first: "Go back and rest. Why are you so sick?"

When he arrived at the door of the west chamber, he stopped silently, turned his head and said softly, "Eldest sister, you can go to the east chamber with the boat in your arms. The child is young, so I can't help my sickness."

"It's okay." Cao Xiaoyu pushed the door open, walked in with Shen Jing supported, "How can I be so delicate when I was raised rough since childhood?"

"That's not acceptable." Shen Jing insisted, and turned around to call Xiao Meng again, "Xiao Meng, you can carry the child to the East Chamber. Feed him something to eat."

Xiaomeng responded, picked up the boat, and went to the east chamber while coaxing it.

Here, Cao Xiaoyu helped Shen Jing into the room and lay down on the bed, then covered him with a quilt, raised his hand and touched his forehead, and couldn't help but worry: "Ah Jing, have you already sent a message?" It’s been hot for a few days? Otherwise, how did you make it look like this? Didn’t you grab the medicine and fry it?”

"On and off, it's been burning for three or four days." Shen Jing leaned on the pillow with a sleepy expression, "The doctor came to see her, and she's been drinking medicine. Actually, she's better today."

Cao Xiaoyu got up and brought him tea, fed him a few sips, put the tea bowl aside, and sighed, "You still look like this when you're better? I don't know how you survived the past few days."

"Today is more uncomfortable than the previous few days. I have a severe headache." Shen Jing shook her head, "It's not as good as the previous few days. I'm so burnt that I don't feel anything."

Cao Xiaoyu twisted a towel handle from the basin, spread it on his forehead, and reprimanded softly: "Quickly stop talking nonsense. It will be all right now."

Then twisted another towel, pulled Shen Jing's wrist, and slowly wiped his palms in turn.

Shen Jing half-closed her eyes, letting her manipulate her. After a while, she closed her eyes and said with a smile: "...Elder Sister, do you remember? The first time I met you, you were also sick at the time. You and Brother Pan took turns taking care of you. It took me more than half a month to get better."

"That's not true. You were only fifteen or sixteen that year? You couldn't get up because of your illness, so my father took him home with a cart." Cao Xiaoyu also laughed softly, "There was no boat at that time, you Big Brother Pan is also doing well...the days are really fast, and ten years have passed in the blink of an eye."

After a pause, he sighed again: "...Think about it carefully, why do you always meet when you are sick? You don't need to talk about the first time we meet. Last time in Huzhou, you suffered from heatstroke. wind chill."

Shen Jing heard the words, and couldn't help laughing: "Eldest sister is my lucky star. If you come, I should get well too."

"Quickly say a few words." Cao Xiaoyu got up and washed the handkerchief, took half a bowl of hot tea for Shen Jing, put down the tea bowl and asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll go to the kitchen and make it for you. "

Shen Jing thought for a while, then raised her head and said, "The shredded chicken porridge cooked by eldest sister is the best."

"Your stomach is weak, and you are still sick now, so don't eat meat." Cao Xiaoyu stood up, "Let's drink some porridge."

"Yeah." Shen Jing nodded, "Elder Sister, feel free."

Cao Xiaoyu got up and was about to go out, but when she reached the door, she saw Shen Jing half-sit up, and stopped her: "...Elder Sister".

She turned around, only to see Shen Jing looking at her with a hint of moisture in her eyes.

Cao Xiaoyu panicked for a moment, and hurriedly turned back: "What's wrong? Did you have another headache?"

The corners of Shen Jing's lips trembled, and she forced a smile and said, "...No. I just feel that... having you here to take care of me makes my heart feel more at ease."

"Looking at you like this, why do you look like Xiao Zhou is sick? You look aggrieved." Cao Xiaoyu held Shen Jing with one hand, tried his forehead with the other, then looked down at Shen Jing's expression, paused, and said tentatively, " Ah Jing, have you... have you been wronged in some way?"

Shen Jingben was still holding back, but she couldn't hold back when she said that, and called "big sister" again, then gently pulled up her sleeve and covered her face.

Cao Xiaoyu was taken aback. Seeing that Shen Jing hadn't moved for a long time, she stroked his back and asked in a low voice, "Oh... what's wrong?"

It wasn't until Shen Jing uttered a low choked sob that she realized that Shen Jing was crying. While stroking his thin back, she coaxed "Okay" in a low voice, and couldn't help but her eyes were red.