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Xie Lin's quick perception of human body temperature was trained with his mother.

One day, Xie Ying had a fever and insisted on finishing a pot of pork ribs. She waited for Xie Lin to come home from school to eat before sneaking to the hospital. She even lied that she was going downstairs to dance in the square. At the door, Xie Lin almost asked her to pick up the courier along the way.

From then on, Xie Lin began to study the clinical reaction of body temperature fluctuations. He never thought about it, but he was sick but resisted not sick. How sick is this person, and he wants to look like a demon to find warmth in the world?

Lin Jiuxin's body temperature is at least 38 degrees. Judging by the speed at which he stepped on the bed ladder and changed his feet, and his behavior of knocking out a bag without coming to trouble him, it may be an additional point five, 38.5.

His head was as heavy as lead, his neck was almost unbearable, his whole body was sore, and every joint seemed to be crushed. Lin Jiuxin didn't understand how he suddenly became like this. , unexpectedly.

He got into the quilt without saying a word and covered his head.

A person with a high fever breathes faster, and soon becomes out of breath. Lin Jiuxin threw off the quilt.

Xie Lin's face.

This set of bunk bed frame is tough in texture and deep in color. Lin Jiuxin can think of who picked it with his big toe. It is the same style as the study desk when he bought it back then. It is durable and durable.

...I didn't try to lie down when I bought it.

No matter which side of the upper bunk you sleep on, there is a fucking hollow square in front of you.

The face of the person standing under the bed fits into the frame.

"Where is the medicine?" said the person in the box.

Lin Jiuxin squinted his eyes, he felt heavy eyelids: "Can you get out?"

"I'm not scaring you, your fever is very high now, and," Xie Lin glanced at the body curled up with the quilt, "It will be even higher, and your temperature will not drop if you have a cold, and you will have convulsions if you have a fever again." danger."

"Let me smoke quickly, please." Lin Jiuxin's mouth was stiff and firm.

When he was speaking, he kept his eyes closed, and soon, the sense of external vision disappeared, and at the same time he heard a "pop" on the other side of the wall.

Sleep with lights out.

This was what Lin Jiuxin followed up, and the slight shaking of the bed due to the weight of the lower bunk also confirmed his idea from the side.

Lin Jiuxin let out a sigh of relief.

The fever was caught off guard, but it was also reasonable, who made him doodling in the rain for most of the night, in fact, the signs of a cold had already appeared, and he almost slept through the daytime classes.

It's never been so decadent.

It's cold, it's really cold.

Shivering in the hot summer season, Lin Jiuxin took a deep breath sadly, full of coolness, and his mouth was too hot.

My throat felt like it was on fire, it was dry and itchy, and swallowing saliva hurt like a knife. I wanted to clear the stickiness in my throat, but I coughed a bunch of it, and the cough continued.

Pop, the light is on again.

The bed followed suit, and when she heard footsteps heading towards the door, Lin Jiuxin frowned in pain as soon as she made a sound: "What...what are you doing?"

"Look for your parents and tell them to get up and take care of their son."

Xie Lin seemed to be putting on the clothes on his body, there was a slight sound of the cloth slipping, and then the lock was unscrewed, and the door creaked.

"They're good at tossing about in bed, so go if you're not afraid of embarrassment." With her face buried in the pillow, Lin Jiuxin specially emphasized the third and fourth words.

No movement.

"You... heard?"

if not……

Xie Lin was quite shocked by his stupid question.

"Yes, I didn't see it with my own eyes," Lin Jiuxin added, "I'm sorry."

"..."

Xie Lin didn't quite believe it.

There is no reason why the house is so soundproof, even if it is not soundproof, there is no reason why I have not noticed it for so many years. Is there a live broadcast of piling on the bed every night?

Do not believe but dare not bet.

As thin-skinned as he is, if he bumps into him once, he can't wait to buy a ticket to go back to Lezhou overnight.

The door moved again, opening in all directions.

The wind blew in, and Lin Jiuxin opened his eyes in a jerk. Not only did he open his eyes, but he also miraculously propped up his upper body and looked towards the door. Xie Lin was standing there, and took out a bunch of keys from his schoolbag.

"I see a 24-hour pharmacy near here, and it's just around the corner." Putting on his clothes, the man put his phone into his trouser pocket: "Anyway, it's marked like that, just pray that the pharmacy is still open."

The plot is too reversed, killing Lin Jiuxin didn't expect to drag his parents into the water, and that's the result? ?

If he didn't speak again, he would disappear, Lin Jiuxin thought he yelled hard: "It's raining outside——"

Weak flies.

My head was so dizzy, the house was turning, and I felt this weightlessness when I closed my eyes. In a daze, Lin Jiuxin remembered the last time he had a cold and a fever. It seemed that one winter in junior high school, he just lay there and watched the snowflakes flying outside the window. It didn't turn so fast now, and it wasn't dark outside in the middle of the night. Lin Jiuxin tried his best to adjust the focus of his eyes, and tried to see the rain outside through the street lamp, but the street lamp turned four directly.

"Fuck..." he muttered, holding his head in his arms.

He had no idea how long it had been, but when he opened his eyes again, he was awakened instantly by a chill, and someone was touching his head.

The thing in front of him didn't turn anymore, it was a wet cuff.

There was a lot of moisture on the wrist, the cuffs were not fastened, and the fabric was eroded by the rain into a large dark color. A drop or two of water dripped from the edge of the drooping sleeve and landed on the edge of the bed. Before he could look away, a thermometer was in front of his eyes.

"Between," Xie Lin snorted for some unknown reason after he finished speaking, "Even though I don't measure it, I can get a rough idea, isn't it accurate?"

"...clamp," Lin Jiuxin's throat hurts when he made the sound, and Lin Jiuxin swallowed: "Where is it?"

After a pause of two seconds, Xie Lin told him, "Ass. Eye."

Lin Jiuxin silently put the thermometer under his arm.

"Don't you know?" Xie Lin smiled.

"I just remembered." Lin Jiuxin really couldn't underestimate the enemy.

There are only a handful of times in my life when I tried a watch. I was afraid that I would not be able to try it out. Don't move around, and then bring your eyes back to this person.

The man turned his back to him, and was facing the study table. Lin Jiuxin was just about to stretch his neck, when Xie Lin asked him to take out the watch and asked him how many degrees it was.

Lin Jiuxin tried his best to look at the watch when he clipped it, but he couldn't see the ugly Yinmao, and now he took it off and put it in front of his eyes, but he still couldn't recognize it. The black mercury line was either all the way through, or there was no trace at all.

Lin Jiuxin twirled several times, feeling very dazed.

"Which end do you take?" Xie Lin copied the watch over, "Take this end, it's for temperature measurement."

Lin Jiuxin was really dissatisfied when he saw that this person said the temperature was 39.2 just by holding it up in front of his eyes and glanced at it.

"Is that right?" Before I could say it, a cylindrical plastic cap filled with some kind of liquid appeared in front of me, which seemed to be a few circles larger than the bottle cap.

"have eaten."

Xiao Fenfen moved closer again.

Lin Jiuxin glanced at it with disgust when he didn't even adjust the paint to such a fucking color.

"Medicine." Xie Lin shortened the explanation.

Knowing that it was medicine, but still thinking of the paints he had mixed, Lin Jiuxin felt a little nauseous on the spot.

He thought of a random reason: "I'm afraid of suffering." He turned his nose and mouth, and squeezed his face down into the pillow.

"Are you afraid of death?" Xie Lin, who was holding a small fan, said sincerely: "It's the kind that was beaten to death by me."

"..." Lin Jiuxin turned his head away, looked at Xie Lin with a firm face, and stopped talking.

"Close your eyes," Xie Lin asked, seeing that the other party was indifferent: "I'll fucking tell you to close your eyes."

Lin Jiuxin stared at him, because his eyes began to turn again, and the very fierce face in the square frame turned together, so he had to close his eyes for a while.

Suddenly, the lips felt cold, and something sweet with a strong fruity aroma infiltrated into the lips.

The tongue rolled down unconsciously and smashed his mouth.

"Is it bitter?" Xie Lin asked.

Lin Jiuxin pursed her lips: "...Sweet, strawberry flavored."

Something came over again, like a straw-like slender thing with a pointed end, and Lin Jiuxin made a sucking sound.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt better. I could clearly see that Xie Lin was holding a straw with a plastic tip, and there were a lot of small powders gathered in the plastic tube.

"This is a fever-reducing medicine, Tylenol," Xie Lin explained, and handed the remaining medicine in the small measuring cup to Lin Jiuxin's eyes: "It's a powerful anti-fever medicine, but it can only last for six hours. Ask your mother to take you to the hospital for an infusion...Did you hear me?"

Lin Jiuxin didn't seem to listen to it, and kept staring at the plastic-tipped straw while drinking the medicine with his neck up.

"What is this?" He wiped his mouth and asked, pointing.

"Didn't you find that the Tylenol powder is so scary?" Xie Lin took him sideways: "This is a children's version, and the adult ones are sold out. I guess this straw is for those little kids who don't drink and don't want to smoke. .”

"...can you pour me a glass of water?" Lin Jiuxin cleared his throat, it was too embarrassing.

"See if you're used to it." Putting down the measuring cup, Xie Lin walked out the door.

Hear his name after that.

Turning his head, the young master on the upper bunk stretched his neck and probed the measuring cup on the table: "Put on the small lid, pour the water over there and drink it, it smells good."

Xie Lin's eyes swished and swished.

Lin Jiuxin smiled at him: "Thank you."

When he came back again, Xie Lin brought three things.

Mini measuring cup, medium glass, large portable jug.

After 'serving' Lin Jiuxin, Xie Lin drank the water in the glass in one gulp, and he was almost thirsty to death after being busy for a long time.

There is a hook nailed to the head of the upper bunk bed, just enough to hang a water bottle. Xie Lin took off his shoes and stepped on his own bed, and stretched out his arms to get it: "If you are thirsty, drink it. If you are not thirsty, drink more. It can reduce the fever."

Lin Jiuxin on the pillow leaned back, looking at the upside-down pot.

The lights were turned off again, and the room fell silent.

The moonlight on a rainy night is just like that, even if it can penetrate, it can't be illuminated, and it is faintly gray and black.

Her throat was so itchy, Lin Jiuxin coughed several times and tried to suppress it as much as possible, and solved it by herself under the quilt.

"If you want to cough, you should cough well. What are you holding back?" Xie Lin, who was on the lower berth, held back for a long time.

"I'm afraid you'll get angry with me again, so you insist on coming up to pat me to sleep." Lin Jiuxin really thought so, and he couldn't stand Xie Lin.

Pop, the light came on again.

Blocking the strong light, Lin Jiuxin said to himself, turning the light bulb on and off a few times would be too much to hold back.

The plastic bag rustled, and then something was thrown at him.

Golden Throat Lozenges.

It was only now that Lin Jiuxin realized that there was a bag full of medicines on the study table, big boxes and small boxes, neither big nor small, stuffed to the brim.

Crack, the lamp lived up to expectations and was extinguished again.

After a while, someone spoke in the dark.

"Has anyone ever praised you for being virtuous and virtuous?"

The person who asked the question seemed to be eating candy, and his mouth made a crisp sound of scratching his ears.

"No, but some people said that I was twitching so hard."

After Xie Lin finished speaking, he heard laughter from above.

"I don't think you're sick, so you vomited the medicine!" Xie Lin yelled at him deliberately.

The one with the medicine made a louder noise like a provocation, rattling.

"I'm not as capable as you are," Xie Lin said suddenly, "I can draw graffiti."

There was no sound from above.

After a while, there was a "Huh?"

"Just under the bridge where you messed around, the graffiti on it was drawn by you, right?"

On the day of picking up the station, Xie Lin took a look at the things in the car, spray paint cans, paint buckets, brushes and so on. At that time, the car driver took Lin Jiuxin to the bridge and there was nothing on the wall. The next day, a shocking picture appeared Combining the graffiti with the delivery time, it is not difficult to guess who drew it.

In addition, the hand-painted totems in Lin Jiuxin's book are different from those on Yao Yu's wrist. They are absolutely original, and Yao Yu is at best an imitation.

Ah yes, getting caught in the rain and catching a cold is also evidence.

"Yeah." The tone dropped, it was recognition.

"The painting is pretty good." Xie Lin praised sincerely.

There was no sound from above for a long time, and it took a while for the clang of the medicine candy to hit the teeth to resound, very slowly, one by one...