Wanjie takeaway

Wei Dao covered his abdomen, his complexion was faintly pale, and there was a little sweat on his forehead.

His body was not strong enough to walk the streets with another person hand in hand on a hot summer afternoon.

Especially when he didn't know where his destination was, this subtle sense of panic from the bottom of his heart mixed with the negative effects of eating bad food every day in his body, and he felt like throwing up.

Fu Feng turned his footsteps and brought Wei Dao into a quiet and cool pavilion with no one around. There was a big blue trash can here.

He looked at Wei Dao and asked, "Can you still vomit?"

Wei Dao vomited up last night's food with a wow.

The nausea was really strong, and the stomach upset was much better by the time he spit out the rotting food.

As long as you spit it out you'll be fine.

After Wei Dao bah bah bah, his body and spirit breathed a sigh of relief.

Fu Feng handed him a wet tissue, he didn't know when he took it out.

Wei Dao picked it up, wiped it, and threw it in the trash can.

Fu Feng pulled Wei Dao to sit in the shade of the small pavilion.

There is little sunshine here, surrounded by green grass and lush trees.

The leaves are lush and overlapping, and they are planted around this area.

It is uneven, uneven, of different thickness, and the leaves are green.

The sun falls from a very high place, and after turning a few turns in the gaps in the leaves, there is no interest in going down.

It's like a sick patient who walks up a few flights of stairs and is out of breath. He is already ready to rest on the spot.

Sitting in the pavilion, Wei Dao still felt a burning sensation in his stomach, as if a mass of burning sulfuric acid solution was closed in a container and rolled up and down, like painting. His stomach is the container, and the gastric juice is also acid rounded up. It's as if the organ stomach is trying to eat away at the body in order to survive.

He was a little nauseous again, but he knew that there was no other food stored in his body.

Can't spit out anything.

uncomfortable.

Wei Dao lowered his head, almost into a ball.

Fu Feng sighed at the side, and Wei Dao's trance-like mind remembered that there seemed to be such a person next to him, and he couldn't help thinking in his heart: The sense of existence is too low.

It's what I want to be.

He sighed in his heart, his back was covered with cold and goosebumps, it was clearly midsummer, and when he walked all the way to bask in the sun, he would definitely sweat, his back was soaked with his own sweat, but he still cold.

It's so cold... Wei Dao shivered.

Fu Feng signaled Wei Dao to come over to his side, so that he could block Wei Dao from the wind.

Wei Dao gave him a suspicious look, and reluctantly moved his position.

Fu Feng really blocked him, Wei Dao thought that the other party would ask him why he didn't go home at this time, or how his family was doing.

He doesn't want to answer at all, it's better not to ask a word, he just needs to be quiet, not be alone by his side, nagging and making noise.It's annoying.bored.Better to die now.

Wei Dao straightened his back and didn't really want to lean on others. Fu Feng gently pressed him into his arms. Wei Dao's body was very weak, and now he was uncomfortable. He was young and weak, so he didn't respond at all. , dazed, dazed, being pressed by Fu Feng like this, the whole person couldn't maintain his balance, and fell directly into Fu Feng's arms.

Fufeng was not beaten by Weidao, Weidao frowned, and wanted to say something, but Fufeng was indeed much warmer than the pavilion, and Weidao didn't want to move at all, if he moved again, he could vomit twice, no? He spit out food scraps but stomach acid. At that time, I'm afraid he can experience for free what it means to feel like his organs are about to be spit out.

Wei Dao didn't even bother to look at it, his back was always chilling, and his mind seemed to be boiling water, gurgling, gurgling, shaking his head, he could shake out the illusion of a pot of seaweed egg drop soup without any oily smell.

So sad.

Fu Feng held Wei Dao's shoulder with one hand, put his chin next to Wei Dao's ear, and asked in a low voice, "Are you still angry?"

Wei Dao felt like vomiting when he opened his mouth with stomach pain, he couldn't say a word at all, when he heard the question, there seemed to be a question mark on his forehead.

Look at me, look at me, it looks like I can say something to you?

Fu Feng smiled to himself and asked, "Do you want to go home?"

Wei Dao felt a worse headache.

He could feel that Fu Feng knew the answers to these questions, but just wanted to ask.

So, what's the point?

Fu Feng asked again: "Do you hate me?"

Wei Dao raised one hand to cover his throat, and the other hand to cover the lower half of his face, to stop the desire to vomit, frowning and reluctantly replied: "Quiet."

Fu Feng smiled and said: "You seem to be very cold, if I don't show up, how did you live before?"

Wei Dao was sweating profusely from the pain, and felt hallucinations before his eyes, so he was sure that what he heard was also an illusion.

That's fine.

Fufeng stretched out his hand and pressed Weidao's abdomen, I don't know if it was just right, he pressed on the severe pain stomach.

Wei Dao woke up immediately.

He sneered and said, "Lie down and wait to die, what else can I do?"

Almost spit it out.

But there was nothing to vomit, so Wei Dao turned his head to the lawn to get rid of the hard-to-swallow acid that was gushing out of his mouth, and said with a pale face, "If you weren't here Here, I will find a place where no one is around, and it will be over when I die."

He sneered again: "Don't worry, you can't die from this matter."

In fact, he was in pain as if someone had opened a hole in his abdomen, and his intestines were about to fall out of the wound.

But, there is no way, there are people around him who are so annoying, he feels that he has completely misjudged, this stranger who suddenly walked over is not quiet at all.

Fu Feng took out a wet tissue and wiped Wei Dao's face again. Wei Dao felt incomprehensible, so he forced his eyes wide: "Are you so careless?"

Fu Feng laughed and said, "Otherwise? What am I doing? I'm carrying you to the hospital now? I don't have the money to pay your medical bills."

Wei Dao said with a pale face and said with a smile: "Ha! To be honest, I don't have any, not a penny. So, it's useless to go."

It's fine not to go.

Fu Feng was like playing with a toy doll that should be placed in the cupboard, Wei Dao showed a look of lovelessness.

From a habit, Wei Dao is too lazy to do any fancy things, that is to say, just wipe it if it is dirty.

What?Wet wipes?Are you kidding me.Who's okay with that?Anyone can have it, but I don't.

However, he does need a little cleaning right now, which is barely bearable.

Fufeng had already wiped Weidao's face, ears, neck, nape and hands aside, and Weidao felt even colder.

Although he could remain motionless, it was only because of the onset of pain that he was too lazy to move.

He couldn't help but said: "Ice water for pain relief, you are holding such a cold wet tissue, why on earth did you wipe me so cold? I don't have that many problems!"

Wei Dao is almost like a flattened salted fish.

He didn't move when he spoke.

Fu Feng laughed and said: "Isn't this easy? Or, do you need to wipe other places? I heard that people with high fever need to apply a wet towel to their foreheads. Do you need it too?"

Wei Dao showed a look like a dead fish's eye, and twitched the corner of his mouth to express his disdain.

Fu Feng smiled and didn't do anything again.

After a while, Wei Dao got better, he stood up according to the sore spot, and Fu Feng stood beside him like an observer watching a mouse.

Wei Dao glanced at Fu Feng, turned around and left without asking anything, leaving only Fu Feng's back gradually disappearing in front of his eyes.

Fu Feng curled his lips and said with a smile: "The temper seems to be pretty good. I wonder if we can have a fight next time?"

I hope my two fists go down, you don't die.

The surrounding trees gradually twisted together.

Fu Feng stood still and did not move.

When everything quieted down, Fu Feng was still standing in the maze, looking at him with mirrors around him, it was dim and difficult to see.

Footsteps came from behind, Fu Feng turned to look, it was Wei Dao who came.

"Are you okay? I'm worried about something wrong with you, so I came to see you. Since you're fine, I'm relieved."

This Wei Dao smiled at Fu Feng with an extremely false gentleness.

Fu Feng's eyes seemed to be a little interested, observing the Wei Dao who came to the door in front of him without discrimination.

Looking deeper into those eyes, in fact, his emotions did not fluctuate.

He knew that Wei Dao couldn't face him with such gentleness, unless he couldn't suppress the disgust in his heart.

However, Fu Feng still has some confidence in himself in this point, Wei Dao doesn't hate him like others.

In the same way, Wei Dao would not face him with such an expression and attitude, and even pretended to be so calm.

Footsteps came from behind again, Wei Dao in front of him showed a puzzled expression, looked into the darkness behind Fufeng, seemed a little scared, showing a subtle shrinking appearance, as if he still wanted to lean into Fufeng's arms.

Fu Feng turned his head to look in another direction where the sound of footsteps had stopped, and saw Wei Dao as he wished.

He glanced back again, and there was also a Wei Dao over there.

Wei Dao, who appeared before, looked a little terrified, blinked his eyes and looked at himself with the same appearance on the opposite side, and was a little bit shocked with belated awareness, subconsciously wanted to lean towards Fufeng, and also wanted to reach out and grab Fufeng's clothes Get some comfort.

Did not pull.

Fu Feng moved closer to Wei Dao who appeared last, and the distance between the two was shortened by more than half.

The latter Wei Dao had heavy eyes and dark pupils. When he appeared, he first looked at himself on the opposite side, and then at Fu Feng, who was facing away from him.

He could only see the back, but he could recognize that there were only two people here, and it was impossible to be courteous to him, that was too strange.

Turning around to reveal his face, he saw in the dark light that it was indeed Fu Feng.

Wei Dao was not in a good mood, but when he saw Fu Feng, he made a smile that only belonged to the lower half of his face, looked at Fu Feng with unhappy eyes, and said hello: "Hello."

There was a strange feeling in the cold tone, as if saying "That's great, new friend".