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When Jiangnan was collecting medicine, he accidentally slipped down the slope and hurt his waist. He happened to be met by a villager passing by, and he kindly helped him to the hospital.

The hospital did not allow Rhubarb to stay, there was no other way, the villagers took Rhubarb back to the courtyard, and also told everyone about Jiangnan's fall.

When the heavy rain gradually subsided, Meng Wenjun returned home, and the umbrella in his hand went to nowhere. close.A face as pale as death.

Zhang Ailin hurriedly took Meng Wenjun to the main room, helped him to sit down, poured a bowl of ginger syrup, squatted in front of Meng Wenjun, and handed it to him, it was still steaming.

Meng Wenjun clasped his hands into one fist and pressed it against his forehead, his knuckles turned blue, silently staring at his raised toes, refusing to respond.

Zhang Ailin put the ginger syrup on the table, then pushed open the door, and saw Wang Sheng standing at the door, like a child who made a mistake, biting his lower lip tightly, and lowered his head as low as possible.

Zhang Ailin sighed, and patted his shoulder hard: "Go back."

After saying that, she went into the east room again, found a clean towel from the suitcase, and when she went back, she saw Wang Sheng walking towards the west room.

Stepping into the door, Zhang Ailin stood beside Meng Wenjun, carefully wiping his rain-stained hair.

A Ding's hair has not changed since he was a child, it has always been soft, like the fluff of a newborn lamb, and also like the irregular soft edges on the leaves of grass sprouts that have just broken through the ground.

They have a tacit agreement that no one will speak, and no one needs to speak.

Zhang Ailin gently dried his hair, soaked the towel in hot water, lifted it up, wrung out the water, squatted in front of him, gently pulled his hand away, and cleaned the sticky hair bit by bit Dust and grass clippings on the face.

Meng Wenjun lowered his eyes and let her move.

In the end, Zhang Ailin poured the cold ginger syrup on the table into the rain, filled another bowl, held it with both hands, and passed it to him.

The warmth of the ginger syrup ran along the wall of the bowl, warming his cold palms.

His mind was blank, he didn't think about anything, he couldn't think of anything, he stared blankly at the ginger syrup in his hand, watching it steam, watching it ripple and ripple, watching it reflect Looking at the shadow of the incandescent lamp hanging on the roof, it turned into a big circle of light on the water.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Ailin squatted down and asked.

Meng Wenjun shook the bowl in his hand, and the reflection of the incandescent lamp in the bowl also twisted with the tremor of the water waves. Almost half of the water in the bowl was splashed out by his force, splashed on the ground, and splashed on his skin .

Zhang Ailin got up quickly, took away the bowl in his hand, wiped off the water stains, filled a new bowl, and solemnly handed it to him as before.

The shadow of the lamp on the surface of the bowl appeared again.

"Are you looking at the reflection?" Zhang Ailin asked.

Meng Wenjun nodded.

Zhang Ailin also looked over: "Yes, it is very beautiful."

Meng Wenjun nodded again.

Zhang Ailin caressed his hair: "Ah Ding, okay?"

Meng Wenjun gulped it down obediently, swallowing the incandescent lamp shadow, the temperature of the water mixed with the spicy ginger, stinging his mouth, stinging his throat, flowing down his chest, tossing in his stomach.

He silently endured and savored the tingling pain in his body.

Zhang Ailin stood aside, frowning, but it was hard to stop her.

She understands that he needs such a diversion of attention now, it can relieve the pain in his heart, no matter what.

There is a kind of laziness similar to laziness, piercing out of his heart, wrapping around his body, blending with the place where he exists at this moment, like a cage, imprisoning him, forcing him to just I want to curl up here forever, stay here, don't want to go anywhere, and disappear forever.

Another kind of flour-like thing drilled out of the brain, spread gently on his body, all the organs of the body fell silent, wanting to fall into a deep sleep, protecting him, pulling him away from waking with drowsiness danger and fatigue.

A Ding was lying on the dilapidated sofa, curled up into a ball, holding Zhang Ailin's hand tightly with both hands, and fell asleep silently.

Fangzheng leaned on the door frame and looked at him who was asleep through the dim light, holding tightly the medicine that Meng Wenjun had not taken today.

After a long time, he backed out gently, turned around and returned to his room.

Wang Sheng watched Fangzheng change his clothes, and quickly asked, "Brother Zheng, where are you going?"

Fangzheng put on a sweater neatly, exerted too much force, and felt dizzy for a while: "I'll go out for a while."

"You still have a fever!"

"It's not raining outside, I'm fine if I have a fever." Then, he put on another pair of thick trousers, stretched his feet, got into the shoes, and bent over to tie the shoelaces.

Wang Sheng hurriedly got up from the bed, and when he was about to put on clothes and go with Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng had already wrapped a thick coat and hurried out.

"A cat, it rained again in the afternoon, so it must have gone to find its owner?" Fangzheng thought to himself.

He quietly took the flashlight Meng Wenjun put on the table, and searched in the direction of the protective forest in the back mountain.

There are no street lights on the roads in the village, only a few electric poles and light bulbs hung in front of a few houses, providing Fang Zheng with intermittent light.

"Meow?"

"Little Man?"

Fangzheng learned how to meow like a cat, and called Xiaoman, causing the dogs in several households to bark wildly.

Suddenly, he heard a cat meowing at the front right, echoing him, Fangzheng was overjoyed, and hurriedly searched for the light of the flashlight, and what came into view was a skinny white cat with two eyes reflecting the light.

Seeing the shadow of the white cat, Fangzheng was disappointed for a while, and continued to walk forward, leaving the white cat shouting behind him.

After walking a few steps, Fangzheng turned back the same way, seeing the pitiful look of the white cat, he really couldn't bear it.

He took out two hams that he had prepared for Xiao Man from his pocket, took out one, peeled the skin, and threw it at the white cat.

Seeing the ham sausage thrown over suddenly, the white cat dodged subconsciously and vigilantly.

After the ham fell to the ground and the white cat confirmed that there was no danger, it carefully ran to the side of the food, picked up the ham, and ran away without looking back.

"You are so heartless." Fang Zheng coughed twice as he watched the white cat gradually disappear into the night.

Immediately afterwards, Fangzheng stepped onto the path again, calling Xiaoman's name: "Xiaoman?"

After walking an unknown distance, Fangzheng gradually felt a little exhausted, and his shouting became weaker.

On the contrary, the frequency of coughing became more and more frequent. It felt like a feather had fallen from his chest, fluttering in his body as he breathed.

He stretched out his hand to check the temperature of his forehead, it was hotter than when he first walked out the door.

When he recalled Meng Wenjun's distraught appearance, he gritted his teeth and stood up straight again, making up his mind.

In any case, Xiao Man must be found.

"Little Man!"

Fang Zheng wrapped his coat in vain, and continued to shout in the dark night.

What responded to him was the silence of the same night.

"Xiao Man! Where are you?"

The voice tried to shout a little higher than before.He always felt in his heart that if he shouted louder, the farther the spread would be, the higher the probability of finding Xiao Man would be.

"Little Man!"

So he yelled louder and louder, using more strength each time, and his physical strength was also rapidly exhausted, followed by the tingling and itching in his throat that was already uncomfortable.The louder you shout, the worse your coughing becomes.

"Little Man!"

Fangzheng felt that his head had started to dizzy, and his stomach was also churning, knowing that his body temperature had risen again.

"Little Man!"

But he didn't have the extra energy to care about his physical condition, he only had one thought in his mind, to find Xiaoman.

"Xiao Man! Where are you?"

Meng Wenjun didn't even care about his own life, and wanted to pounce on Xiaoman at gunpoint.How sad would he be if Xiao Man was lost?

No.

"Xiao Man! Stop being naughty!"

After walking a long way and shouting for a long distance, Fangzheng's body had already started to sway, his heels became weak one after another, and his legs trembled uncontrollably with each step, and he had to stay for a while before he could move forward. Next step.

Suddenly, he tripped over a pit on the ground, and fell heavily on the ground. The pain was so painful that all the bones in his body were broken.

"Little Man!"

Before Fangzheng had time to get up from the ground, he called Xiaoman's name first.

Due to breathing heavily while pressing against the ground, the kicked up mud splashed into Fangzheng's mouth, causing another dry cough. He patted his chest and abdomen hard, his face flushed from suffocation, and he exhausted all his strength to resist the blow. Coughing.

He felt a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth, and swallowed it again, his throat was burning with pain.It's like putting a thick layer of salt on the wound.

After sitting on the ground and panting for a long time, Fangzheng finally calmed down.

"Little Man!"

While struggling to get up, he continued to call Xiaoman with a hoarse voice, he must find Xiaoman.

"Little Man!"

"Xiao Man! Cough cough cough...!"

"Xiao Man! Cough cough cough! Xiao Man!"

After walking a long, long way, Fangzheng's throat was so hoarse that he couldn't utter a sound at all. He still opened his mouth and called out with a weak voice:

"Xiaoman..."

"Meow~"

A meow broke the silence of the night.

Hearing this voice, Fang Zheng was overjoyed and searched for the source of the voice.

A lihua squatted on the cement pipe not far away, its whole body was in a mess, and a piece was missing on its right ear. Seeing it, Fangzheng was so excited that he almost cried. He recognized it immediately, it was Xiaoman!

"Xiao Man!" Fang Zheng called it hoarsely.

Xiaoman quickly jumped down, ran to Fangzheng's feet, and rubbed Fangzheng's calf in aggrieved manner.

Fangzheng didn't dodge like before, instead he squatted down and looked at Xiaoman.

"Meow~"

"Are you hungry?"

Fangzheng suddenly thought of it, and quickly took out the remaining ham from his pocket, and with trembling fingers, he tried to tear off the strap on the ham package, but his hands had completely lost strength and could not be torn off.

So he gritted his teeth hard and delivered it to Xiao Man.

Xiaoman glanced at him gratefully, and ate it heartily.

It wasn't until Xiaoman finished eating that Fangzheng clumsily picked up Xiaoman and walked back to the way he came.

He was completely exhausted, he just held his breath, and walked home step by step.

He pushed open the fence, pushed open the door of the main house, and tried hard to open his eyelids, no longer thinking.

Meng Wenjun and Zhang Ailin were awakened by the sound of him pushing the door, with sleepy eyes, they vaguely recognized the embarrassed figure in front of them as Fang Zheng.

"Xiao Man, I brought it back."