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"Ah, I'm sorry—I suffered from night blindness when I was a child, and it's only gotten better in the past two years. When the surroundings are dark, I will habitually rely on others. I'm sorry."

That hand has been withdrawn, but there is still a thin layer of clammy residual warmth on the back of his hand, like being coiled and licked by a snake, very delicate touch.

Lin Wu pursed her lips. After all, she still didn't show any displeasure. She just leaned against the window by holding her mobile phone: "It's okay, but I have a cold. You'd better stay away to avoid being infected."

He clearly displayed the label of "cold", bowed his head and typed a few words, then put down the phone, leaned against the car door with one hand propped on his forehead, and quietly closed his eyes to rest.

Seeing him put on the earphones, Wang Han gave a gentlemanly "hmm" and didn't say anything else.

After a few minutes, I added a sentence without beginning or end, then you should take a good rest-it's like a faint temptation.

Lin Wu didn't respond, he seemed to be asleep, but he frowned when he heard the faint sound of flipping through the books in the earphones.

It is still half an hour's drive away from the airport, and it takes another two or three hours to sit on the plane. It is not wise to drain the battery of the mobile phone prematurely. However, he still called Qin Shu on WeChat without saying a word. Hanging up the microphone like this, it seems that I can draw some sense of security from the small noise and lectures on the other end of the phone.

This kind of behavior is actually a bit abnormal. No matter how much he liked to pester Qin Shu in the past, he would not choose to disturb Qin Shu during class. At most, he would play the routine of news bombing in adolescence - after returning to China, he could meet and send messages every day. On the contrary, it is not as frequent as when in a foreign country.

But being sick will always make people's emotions sticky, and they will unconsciously want to lean towards the safe zone.

Just like now, he can almost imagine the scene on the other end of the phone when he listens to the distorted lecture sound in the earphones, the sound of pages turning, as well as the bell that just rang for the end of class and the faint noise that followed. Relax and let your thoughts drift to a distant time and space.

In a trance, he heard Qin Shu's voice, asking him if he was asleep in a very soft voice, like a whisper in a dream.

He struggled and let out an "um", wanting to say that his throat hurts badly, like choking a chestnut covered in thorns, and he would spit out something when he coughed, and wanted to say that the teacher who was traveling with him this time was very strange, so give him a An uncomfortable feeling.

In the end, there was no formed sound, as if all the complaints were brought into a drowsy dream—a dream several years ago.

He dreamed that in country F three years ago, when he lost Qin Shu's contact information, he also had a bad cold, with a fever of 39 degrees, unable to go to the hospital, and fell asleep in bed for nearly three days after taking medicine. He was so hungry that he couldn't wake up on his own. A friend who lived nearby found that he couldn't be contacted, so he asked the person in charge of the school to open the door of his dormitory apartment.

It was probably a rare embarrassment in his life, he even thought of death in a daze, wondering if Qin Shu would be lonely if he never saw him again.

"Yes." In the dream, like a prophet, he answered him decisively with a smile, "He will be lonely and regret it, so do you want to tell him?"

He was so awake that it didn't look like he was in a dream. Before he could speak, he coughed twice, and then seriously said in a hoarse voice: "No, it's all happened in the past. I don't want to bring it up again to make him feel uncomfortable."

——However, when he really woke up, standing in the waiting passage with his suitcase in his hand, looking at the call record on the phone screen that ended at "39 minutes and 21 seconds", he suddenly had the urge to bring up the old story again.

It's not for the sake of settling old scores, and he doesn't feel wronged by a cold that will heal sooner or later. He just wants to tell Qin Shu that he is always the last to think of him before he loses consciousness. Do not drive him.

But it is too long to talk about the cause and effect, and it is a heavy burden for a patient before boarding the plane.

So he stared at the flashing cursor in a daze for a moment, skipped those heavy details, and sent an endless "I love you".

Qin Shu's reply quickly appeared on the screen: Did you get off the car?

Just after entering the airport—he replied word by word—he still had a headache, and the next arrangement was to board the plane, eat, take medicine, and then catch up on sleep, hoping to feel better after taking the medicine.

This time, the words "the other party is typing" flashed for a long time, and he didn't wait for Qin Shu to reply, but he heard another voice calling him "Xiao Wu".

"I saw you fell asleep just now, so I didn't bother you," Wang Han looked at him and said, "About the arrangements for the next few days, I made a rough plan..."

Lin Wu nodded, put the phone back in his pocket, and couldn't help covering his mouth and coughing twice before speaking: "Say it."

"This exhibition is expected to open for five days, and it will be held in K City, the City Art Museum where we landed. The plane landed at around [-]:[-] in the afternoon, and I have already arranged the hotel. Let me have a meal with my master's supervisor—don't worry, they are all acquaintances, and it's not a formal dinner, besides, they and your mother are friends and know you."

But taking a sick person to a dinner party is obviously impolite. Even if he knows that he just caught a cold, people who don't know will inevitably be afraid of contagion.

Lin Wu gave a noncommittal "hmm", signaling him to finish first, planning to wait until there before thinking about declining - his mother sent a text message to warn him before coming, saying that people these days are not easy, even if he If you don't know or remember, you can't be a lubricant, and at least don't cause trouble to others.

"Tomorrow the art exhibition will officially start, and it will not be announced to the public. Most of the people who come to appreciate it are people in the industry. Although I know each other and I can hand over the invitation card, I am probably no closer to them than you. I heard that there are a few who hugged you when they were young. ——This is mainly for the first three days, and the next two days we plan to make a public welfare exhibition, which will be open to local primary and middle school students for free, and we have also contacted several schools. At that time, they will arrange students to visit the exhibition. The nature is similar to that of an autumn tour. The exhibition hall There are volunteers over there who are responsible for explaining, but if there are not enough people, I will trouble you at that time.”

I came to be a tool man, but I was mentally prepared to face these jobs.Lin Wu nodded, raised his eyes to look over, happened to meet Wang Han's passing gaze, and pursed his lips at the clamminess like a snake letter.

Fortunately, the team moved forward a little, leaving room for him to retreat and turn around—but if there was a lingering sense of crisis, it still sounded the dull siren in his heart.

So he breathed out calmly, took out his phone again as if seeking support, quickly unlocked it, and entered it into the two unread messages Qin Shu sent him a few minutes ago.

Maybe it was an illusion, but at least when he saw those two lines, he felt as if his cold had healed for a few seconds.

--"Take good care of yourself".

--"I miss you".