fall in love with chaos

Sea of ​​fire, burning, dense stinging pain.

The heat spread from the tip of the hair to the whole body, the burning sensation on the surface of the skin, but the bone was cold, and he couldn't help shivering.

It seemed to cry out in the flames instead of parents.

After a while, I felt lying on the cold floor, the blade pierced into the soft flesh, white in and red out, and I was stunned for a few seconds before I felt the severe pain late.

The bullet pierced through, and the cool wind that passed through the boat on the sea surface crawled into the body through the wound hole.

so painful...

……

"Uh..." I woke up suddenly, opened my eyes but didn't see the familiar embrace before, the lingering breath of the nightmare was still there, my heart seemed to be on the scene, beating non-stop.

So hot……

Only then did I realize that cold sweat had soaked the fine black hair on my forehead and stuck it to my skin.

I gasped and looked out the window, the sky was dark.

dizzy...

I was dizzy looking at the ceiling and froze for a moment.

Living alone for a few days, I am very experienced in my own condition. My forehead is not too hot to the touch, and my throat is tight. I should have a cold.

I can't tell the difference between the random steps and the infection. I caught a cold when I went to the hot springs.

By the way, what about random steps?

I belatedly realized that I was alone in the bedroom, but the light was on, so I got up and put on my slippers and walked out slowly.

The lights in the living room were also on, but there was no one there.

I yawned, and when I approached the coffee table, I suddenly kicked it, lowered my head, and saw the scattered medicine boxes.

This guy……

I didn't bother to pick it up, stepped over the things and turned on the TV, and then sat back on the sofa.

Watching the variety show, my brain reacted sluggishly again that I was looking for random steps.

It is used to disrupt the phone calls from the landline not far from the sofa.

beep--

It rang and was connected.

The faint car horn came from over there, and I couldn't help but cough a few times due to the bitter voice, "Ahem...chambering? Where are you?"

"Outside." Luanbu was silent for a moment, seemingly unwilling to say.

"Huh?" I unconsciously rolled up the phone line, wondering, "You're sick, so why don't you go outside?"

"Buy medicine, Taojiang is also sick." Luanbu said as it should, and before I could speak, he beeped loudly, "I'll be right back! Qingtao, lie down in the bed and keep warm! Hang up!"

"Hey……"

beep - beep -

Bye……

I didn't ask him if he knew the way, so he should be fine, right?

But has the random step fever subsided?Running around, even for medicine, there are so many in the drawer that are obviously enough.

I glanced at the scattered pill boxes on the ground, some of which were roughly opened, and I could imagine the scene where Ranbu frowned like an outsider, looked at this and then that, and finally threw them away in dissatisfaction .

I was drowsy with the blanket rolled up, and the TV played a wonderful lullaby, and I half-closed my eyes to fall asleep.Suddenly, there was a click of a key piercing through the door lock.

I was woken up, the blanket was short, I was curled up on the sofa, and then I opened my eyes dimly, and someone approached with the coolness of the night, the detective's face was slightly red, and the white breath he breathed dissipated on his lips, It was even colder when he came.

I sat up, squatted on the edge of the sofa to look at me, followed my movements and raised my head: "Look..."

He shook the small bag in his hand, and said with a soft smile, "Medicine."

I first touched his face, Luanbu Wuyi rubbed against the back of my hand, strangely Luanbu kept his emerald green eyes open since he had a fever, no longer squinting.

I touched it, and it seemed that there was no fever anymore, so I couldn't help but frowned and said, "What are you doing out there? Obviously there is medicine, and I have a fever."

"It has receded." Luanbu was able to observe my words and expressions at this time, seeing that I was not too angry, he knew that his fever must have passed away, so he became more confident and reached out to touch my forehead, "Come and let Master Ranbu see how Qingtao is. .”

My forehead hair was lifted by him, I lowered my head and looked at Chaobu: "How about..."

"Hmm..." Luanbu pondered for a while, "I don't have a fever, but I can't catch it, right?"

He showed a guilty expression.

I:"……"

Also, I feel that the people in the detective agency are all superhuman. Injuries are commonplace, and the chances of suffering from such minor diseases should be lower than ordinary people. It seems that Chaobu does not have much common sense in life, so he is confident about the infection.

He probably didn't think about the possibility of contagion at all, even if I said it, he didn't take it seriously, after all, all the partners around him were of extremely high quality.

I don't look like...

I looked away: "Who knows..."

Luanbu's eyes widened and he pursed his lips, looking at me like a expectant cat.

Me: "Aren't you uncomfortable?"

Luanbu said honestly, "I feel dizzy..."

"Uh..." I pressed my temples, "Thank you anyway, let's go to sleep."

"Drink the medicine!"

"Know it!"

Luanbu took the hat and hung it on the hanger at the door at random, poured a cup of hot water and handed it to me, and I drank the medicine as promised.

Ranbu and I are both sick, afraid of the cold, curled up under the blanket in the bedroom.

I was out of energy, I don't know why the afternoon sleep made Luanbu recover a lot, but he was so energetic, he leaned into my ear and whispered: "Are you asleep?"

"Uh..." I shrank into his arms without opening my eyes, and muffled, "Fall asleep..."

"Okay." Luanbu hugged me tightly, he finally ushered in the drowsiness of illness, and closed his eyes.

……

In fact, when night approached, Luanbu woke up.

With a fever, he kept his emerald green eyes open, and because of the fragile state of mind brought about by illness, he felt a little secretly uneasy.

I don't know if I'm uneasy, I have to stick to Qingtao to relieve it a little.

I was as uneasy as I thought long, long ago that "she can leave me at will, she is not like other people who will spoil me unconditionally, and lovers can break up", and came back in a hurry after getting sick.

Then I found that the girlfriend on the side was frowning and seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, very uncomfortable.

No matter how much he shook Qingtao, she didn't wake up. The detective thought hard for a while, trying to pat her on the back, "It's okay, it's okay."

After a long while, her frowning brows were relieved.

Luanbu stared at her for a while, and touched her still cold hands hidden under the blanket.

Are you sick too?Luanbu thought.

We are the same.He was happy first.

But being sick is hard.Then react to worry.

Wait, he's not contagious—it is contagious! ?He even had a fever a few times, let alone the rest of the detective agency, who were sick as if they didn't exist, bleeding, but not sneezing.

It seems that he is the weakest in the whole society, and he can be called willful.

The detective didn't take it seriously, after all, the head was the most important thing, but now facing his girlfriend who was sweating coldly, he was at a loss.

Qingtao is different from others... She is weak, easily injured, easy to get sick, she needs his care, she needs his protection.

In the detective agency, the protected role in military value is suddenly reversed in the love relationship.

Of course, he is the absolute winner in brain pie.

His dazed brain barely contrived.

Take medicine... yes, you should take medicine.

After Qing Tao fell asleep again, Luanbu first went to the bathroom to get a towel, got under the covers and tried to wipe off her sweat.

When she got into her clothes, Qingtao just frowned, and Luanbu immediately clarified: "I'm doing something good."

It turned out she didn't wake up.

Luanbu was silent for a few seconds.

Well, reflex.

He tried hard to finish wiping it, desperately resisting the urge to press it with his fingers, and finished it out neatly.

"This... can't be done." Luanbu opened the medicine box and threw away a box of medicine, "This can't be done. This... can't be done either! No, no, no!"

Boxes of medicines were thrown away by the detective in disgust.

"Why are you so weak—" He beeped dissatisfiedly, remembering that someone was sleeping in the bedroom, and lowered his volume to complain, "I knew I would have bought more..."

Luanbu stood up top-heavy, but it was much better than at the beginning, and even felt a little sober, not completely recovered.

He entered the bedroom again and stared at the sleeping girl.

"How about I go out and buy it?" Luanbu hesitated.

"What do you think?" he asked.

Qingtao didn't respond, she seemed to be still cold in a deep sleep, unconsciously wrapping herself tightly in the quilt.

He stomped around and looked closely, but he was not a doctor, so he couldn't tell for a long time, but he felt that he had a cold, so he touched her forehead, and found that he didn't have a fever.

"Peach sauce, what do you think?" the detective asked quietly.

She was close enough to see the ups and downs of her shallow breathing. After a long while, she said with random steps: "Then I'm leaving. I want a parting kiss."

Of course Qingtao can't make a kiss, Luanbu didn't care at all, he moved his face and printed the right to be Qingtao's kiss on her lips.

Go back early, in case Qingtao has a nightmare.Luanbu picked up the hat at the entrance and patted it on.

Although he had the goal of going back early, he couldn't hold back his lost attribute.

The detective walked for a long time to find the pharmacy, and was lost on the way home for a long time until it was dark.

He thought about calling other members of the detective agency, but they were all on missions, and besides... even Ranpo himself didn't know where he had gone.

What is Qingtao doing?

The detective carried the medicine and didn't stop when he was tired from walking, his mind was full of this.

sleeping……

The street lamp above the head came on, and the dim yellow light formed circles on the ground.

He got lost and walked towards the most eye-catching Pentagon—after all, the building of the Port Mafia was too obvious and could easily be used as a sign.

Then walk again from near the Pentagon, reckoning the way.

In the night of cooling down, the wind began to pass through the streets, with a slight chill.

Fortunately, he arrived at the gate of Taojiang's university-is it difficult to handle?

Ranpo walked to the detective agency the way he remembered, and then walked back.

When he got home, his phone rang, and he took it out, "Ah, I woke up."

The sound of her coughing made him frown, obviously not that serious, but once she showed it, the detective couldn't help feeling very serious.

And he was delayed by getting lost.

The detective once felt a sense of frustration, fearing that it would show up on the phone and hastily hung up.

When she got home, Qingtao curled up on the sofa and looked at it. It's a pity that she had a nightmare by herself, but it's a pity that he helped wipe the cold sweat.

He and her looked at each other, and the illness made the girl's eyes that were not so vibrant even more dull, like a puppy with drooping ears.

Staring at it in disorder, inexplicably feeling joyful.

good?Love.

sleep……

Drowsy, half asleep and half awake, he felt that being sick was not good, and that it was good to be sick.

Two people who were equally sick hugged each other tightly, the same thick black hair intertwined.

The detective thought of holding her in a daze.

It seems that when the court session in Shengcun is approaching...

Woke up feeling, hungry, starved to death.

I didn't even comb my hair very much. After washing, I opened the messy refrigerator and took a few rice balls and put them in the microwave to heat them up.

Ranpo stayed out of bed more than I did today—of course, I was driven purely by hunger.

I stood in front of the microwave and waited, and then Luanbu rubbed his eyes into the kitchen, hugged me from behind, and drew out a sticky voice: "Okay—hungry—"

Me: "I'm hungry too."

I stared down at the microwave, and Luanbu put his head on my shoulder and stared at the microwave too.

--Ding!

happy ringing...

We didn't even want to go to the dining table. After eating rice balls standing in front of the microwave, I asked, "Are you cured?"

With messy hair on his head, Luan Bu was panting from being scalded by the rice balls, and swallowed it with difficulty: "Okay—where's the peach sauce?"

"It feels good."

After exchanging their illnesses, the two patients reached a consensus on the lack of food, and both agreed to go out to cook.

I reminded him: "I have classes in the afternoon."

Luanbu seemed to be comparing for no reason, and hummed a few times: "I have a case this afternoon."

I:"……"

His eyes showed a strange sense of self-confidence that how could a student be busier than a social person.

I don't understand, oh one.

Ranpo emphasized: "You go to school, I go to work—"

I answered: "We all have a bright future."

"No!" Luanbu corrected, "The distribution is clear!"

We went out noisy and argued for a long time about what to eat.

Separated, Luanbu happily kissed me, and said NO.11 See you, I don't know, so I agreed, why I don't know the festival.

So in the afternoon, I habitually flipped through my phone to pay attention to the information, and was stunned.

Well...the courtroom is here.

NO.11...