damaged

Fangzheng is sick.

Since weeding that day, he has been having a low-grade fever. Fangzheng didn't want to tell others, so he endured it silently. Meng Wenjun saw that his face was not right when he woke up today, and when he touched it, his forehead was terribly hot.

Early in the morning, Meng Wenjun was busy, besides taking care of Fangzheng to take medicine, he also made breakfast for everyone.

Jiang Nan got up later than usual.He has never used an alarm clock, and relies on the natural laws of his body to sleep until he opens his eyes.I have been busy taking care of the children these days, and I am physically exhausted, so it is inevitable to sleep for a long time.

Jiang Nan looked at Meng Wenjun's busy figure: "Hey, Wenjun woke up so early?"

Meng Wenjun squeezed out a smile to Jiangnan during the interval of fetching water: "Ah, it's getting late."

"Why is your towel soaked in water?"

"Fangzheng has a fever, I will cover his head to dissipate heat."

"Have a fever?" Hearing this, Jiang Nan hurriedly ran to the west house.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Fang Zheng, who was tightly wrapped on the kang, with a towel that Meng Wenjun had just changed on his head.

Wang Sheng was lying on his side, pressed against Fangzheng's quilt corner, half dozed off, half awake.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Fangzheng hurriedly got up, which also woke Wang Sheng up.

Jiang Nan took two steps forward, quickly pressed Fangzheng, and said, "Don't get up, don't get up, you lie down well. Wenjun said you have a fever, how high is the fever?"

"It's not high, it's okay, just take a rest for a while." Just after he finished speaking, the itching in his throat made Fangzheng cough involuntarily.

Jiang Nan looked at Wang Sheng again, with a questioning tone: "How many degrees is that?"

Wang Sheng looked at Jiangnan and then at Fangzheng, not knowing what to do.

Jiang Nan slapped his thigh suddenly and said eagerly, "Say it!"

"39." Wang Sheng said hesitantly.

Hearing this number, Jiang Nan's anxiety multiplied again: "This is not good, this is not good. 39 degrees, it will burn my baby!"

"It's okay. I've already taken the medicine. Wait a minute. If the fever hasn't subsided, go get an injection. Don't worry about me." After finishing these words, there was another violent cough, which made my stomach ache. There was a sudden ups and downs.Fangzheng was afraid that Jiangnan would be in a hurry, so he suppressed the feeling of vomiting.

"Baby, you wait, I'll call the doctor, you persevere." After saying these words, Jiang Nan walked out the door without stopping.

Wang Sheng picked up the tea bowl next to him and handed it to Fangzheng: "Brother Zheng, would you like some water?"

It happened that Meng Wenjun came in with a fresh change of cold water, and while putting the basin on the ground, he said, "The water is cold, add some hot water for him."

"Okay." Wang Sheng agreed, carefully holding the bowl of water that was about to overflow with both hands, sitting on the edge of the bed, and putting his feet in slippers.

Meng Wenjun's box was placed next to the kettle. In order to find medicine for Fangzheng, the zipper on the outermost layer filled with medicine was opened and closed, and he forgot to close it because he was busy fetching water.

"Brother Wenjun, why did you bring so many medicines? Oh? What is this?" Wang Sheng saw a medicine box packed in bright colors, and couldn't help but leaned down to take a closer look.

Fangzheng quickly reached out, grabbed Wang Sheng's clothes and pulled him back.

The bowl in Wang Sheng's hand was not stable, and fell out of his palm, only to hear a crisp sound, and the bowl shattered on the ground.

"Brother Zheng, why are you pulling me?" Wang Sheng turned his head and looked at Fangzheng's hand that was still pulling his clothes in puzzlement.Because of the force, Fang Zheng's face became weaker.

"Wang Sheng, isn't my cell phone with you?" Fangzheng said, coughing twice.

Wang Sheng bent down to pick up the pieces, and muttered in a low voice: "Just tell me a word, why pull me, look, it's a good bowl, it's broken."

"Don't move, I'll do it." Meng Wenjun swept the debris into the dustpan and dumped it in the trash can. There was a nice sound when the debris collided.

After Fangzheng turned his head sideways to see Meng Wenjun off, he moved his eyes down and saw that he had packed the suitcase neatly, so he was relieved.

After a hasty breakfast, except for Wang Sheng who was left alone to take care of Fangzheng, the others had already left early, and went to the meeting point to report as usual.

Jiang Nan dragged the doctor from the village to his home and put Fang Zheng on an IV, with Wang Sheng accompanying him.

He sat next to Fangzheng, staring down at the phone screen, sliding his fingers up and down quickly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth from time to time.

Fangzheng looked up at the newly replaced medicine bottle hanging above his head, and then at Wang Sheng: "What are you looking at? You are smiling so happily."

While browsing the page, Wang Sheng glanced at Fangzheng, and then turned his gaze back to the phone, with a brighter smile on his face: "Ah? I don't have one."

Fangzheng laughed, pretending to get up and take a peek: "Let me take a look too?"

Wang Sheng quickly buckled the phone on the bed, then put his hands on Fangzheng's shoulders, and motioned for him to lie down: "Oh, Brother Zheng, you are not in good health, so you just lie down. I didn't do anything else, I was just choosing It's just a gift."

"Zhou Zhou?"

Wang Sheng nodded, and picked up the phone again: "Oh, since we all know it in our hearts, there's no need to say it out loud. I'm so sorry. Her birthday is coming up, and I'm thinking of preparing a birthday present for her. Oh, Brother Zheng, What do you think is the best gift for a girl?"

The lights in the room were not turned on, and half of the curtains were drawn, making the whole room extremely dark.The light from the phone screen shone on Wang Sheng's face, outlining the outline of his face.

A handsome young man, just silly.

It's not that there are no girls who like it, it's just that Zhou Zhou is always in my heart.

Originally stupid, after entering into such a period of unrequited love, the whole person is covered with a layer of stupidity.

Fang Zheng looked away from Wang Sheng and looked at the ceiling: "If you ask me, I can only remember that my mother likes silk scarves, cosmetics, jewelry, oh yes, and flowers."

Wang Sheng quickly opened the memo on the phone, and carefully typed what Zheng said just now: "According to Brother Zheng's opinion, then silk scarves, cosmetics, jewelry, and flowers."

Fangzheng sneered, then coughed again.

Wang Sheng quickly jumped out of bed, poured warm water for him, and helped Fang Zheng to drink it.

"Brother Zheng doesn't have a girl he likes." Wang Sheng said as he put the bowl on the square table.

"Why do you say that?"

Wang Sheng scratched his scalp: "I don't feel like Brother Zheng is someone who likes girls."

"What do you mean, I like boys?"

"No way……?"

"of course not."

"If there is a reason for this feeling, it may be that brother Zheng has always given us a very reliable feeling. I can't explain it. It's like a big brother, uncle, and uncle. It feels very safe to stay with you. The feeling is the feeling of our backer." Wang Sheng said seriously.

Fangzheng mockingly pointed at the hanging bottle above his head: "I am nothing more than that."

Hearing this, Wang Sheng immediately stood up, clenched his fists, thumped Fangzheng lightly, and said dissatisfiedly: "How can you say that? Even if you are lying here and your body is so weak, give me A feeling that if something happened right now, you'd throw off the covers and get up and run."

Fangzheng was stunned for a moment, he didn't know if it was due to the hot current in his heart, or because of his sickness and weakness, he felt something hot swirling in his eye sockets, blurring his vision.

His fingers hidden in the quilt were digging at the sheets, not knowing how to express his mood at this moment.

I can only combine thousands of words into one sentence: "Thank you."

Fangzheng didn't finish the injection, Jiang Nan forced the doctor not to let him go, forced the doctor to drink a pot of tea, waited until the hanging needle on Fangzheng's head was empty, and pulled out the needle.

"Uncle Jiangnan, you dragged me, what should I do if there is another patient in the clinic!" The doctor complained while packing the medicine box.

Jiang Nan smoked a pipe: "There are still two doctors, so I dare to pull you over, otherwise, I would never disturb your work."

The doctor sighed, and put the medicine box on his back: "It means that Uncle Jiangnan has a big face, so he came here only when he was hungry. It's okay, the injection is over, so let's take care of it."

Jiang Nan took out a handful of dime and a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and stuffed them into the doctor's arms: "I don't know how much less, so you take it first."

The doctor quickly shied away, shaking his head and refusing: "Uncle Jiangnan, what are you doing! You are so hungry!"

The two pushed back until they reached the door. The doctor pretended to take the money, took advantage of Jiang Nan's inattention, and suddenly put the money and cigarettes back into his hands, then turned and ran away.

A gust of wind blew over, and Jiang Nan couldn't hold it steady. The handful of ten-cent notes in his hand was blown away by the wind, and it fell all over the door.

The doctor wanted to turn around and pick it up for Jiangnan, but he was afraid that Jiangnan would continue to give him money. After waving at him, he hurriedly got on his bicycle and started on the road.

Jiang Nan bent his sore back and struggled to pick up the paper money on the ground.

Another gust of wind blew over, and the ten-cent bills that had fallen to the ground were blown up again, and changed positions. Jiang Nan hurriedly grabbed the paper money in his hands, and he could grab one.

Wang Sheng happened to come out of the house, and when he saw this, his heart ached, and he rushed forward to chase the paper money blown far away by the wind for Jiangnan.

He crawled into the pile of firewood in the neighbor's house, bent over and reached into the crevices of the stones, and jumped into the ditch to pick up the firewood hidden in the weeds.

With every step of running, what appeared in his mind was Jiangnan's bent back just now.

After chasing for a long time, he returned to the courtyard with a large handful of ten-cent bills and stuffed them all into Jiangnan's hands. He lowered his head and said, "Master, there is still one missing. I missed it."

Seeing Wang Sheng's appearance, Jiang Nan's nose felt sour, and he stretched out his withered palm and touched his head: "It's okay, my baby, don't be sad for a ticket."

"Hey, oh, what's the matter? You're an imposing seven-foot man, and you're still crying."

"Okay, okay, I won't talk about you anymore, let's go back to the house, go back to the house."

"Oh! Stop crying. The more you talk, the more wronged you are!"

After the injection, Fangzheng's body temperature dropped, but it still remained at around 38 degrees, and he couldn't stop vomiting.

Seeing Fangzheng's uncomfortable look, Jiang Nan felt even worse: "Don't vomit anymore, it can't be clean anymore."

Fangzheng wiped his mouth, and squeezed out an ugly smile to Jiangnan: "It's okay."

"It's okay for you to talk nonsense! It's so uncomfortable!"

After saying that, after helping Fangzheng to lie down, Jiangnan hurried out the door again.

Coincidentally, Wang Sheng walked in with fresh cold water, and almost bumped into Jiangnan who was in a hurry to leave: "Master, what are you doing so busy?"

Jiang Nan sighed: "The methods of Western medicine are not always good, and the fever has not subsided.

I'll go to the back mountain to pick some medicinal herbs from the earthwork. You take care of him, and I'll do it when I go. "

Wang Sheng agreed.