born to you

What can Li Qi do?

The terrible death he committed back then, now he can only kneel down and beg for forgiveness.

So the two spent another two or three days in peace on the surface.

During the period, He Jing earnestly persuaded Li Qi more than once about the night's escort. For example, he has hands and feet but just had a small appendix cut operation, so Li Qi went back to the dormitory at night without anyone to take care of him, etc...

Li Qi only used one reason: "It's too far from the school to the hospital. It takes at least half an hour by car, and if you meet morning peak, evening peak, peak or something, it's so troublesome..."

After all, half of his fate is in the hands of others. He Jing thought about his three meals a day, but still endured it.

All right, Li Qi has to run around every day, make sick meals and chat with patients to relieve boredom, and it really hurts him.

This idea of ​​generosity lasted until the third day.

For the previous two nights, only He Jing lived in this three-person ward, and Li Qi found a bed and went to sleep. On the third day, it was unknown whether the virus was prevalent or why, and the gastroenterology department directly transferred two patients. The patient who vomited and had diarrhea directly cut off Li Qi's night escort.

At this time, He Jing was finally able to eat something digestible. At night, he scooped up wontons, and he did not forget to close the curtain between the beds, so as not to stare at the two patients who could not eat or drink for the time being.

He seriously took a spoonful of dried shrimp from Li Qi's bowl, put it in his mouth and tasted it, and almost turned the table over: "Why are your shrimp fried in oil? Do you treat them differently?"

Li Qi gave him a few wontons: "Shut up, you, it's not easy to have two bites to eat. I'll make you braised prawns when you're better, just bear with it."

He Jing thinks that he has heard such words [-] times. Every time he eats these days, Li Qi will draw him a big pancake, ranging from braised elbows, boiled pork slices, cola chicken wings, sweet and sour pork loin, squirrel mandarin fish...flying in the sky and swimming in the sea. All of them were pulled over and reported the name of the dish.

He Jing said sadly: "This is the No.12 dish you mentioned. I didn't eat anything except crab roe tofu."

"You can't digest anything except crab roe and tofu." Li Qi corrected him.

"Hmph." He Jing put away the lunch box, enough for the water glass that was casually thrown on the bed...

can't reach...

Li Qi held the cup sideways, unscrewed the lid carefully, and handed the cup to him: "Drink less, it will dilute the stomach acid and indigestion."

"..." Yes, besides reporting the name of the dish, what he heard most these days was indigestion.

He Jing said helplessly, "Do you think I can't digest anything?"

Li Qi took the cup back, put the lid on it, and put it where He Jing could get it: "After all, it is a stomach that has been nourished by instant food and instant noodles for a long time."

He Jing turned over and got out of bed, pulled on the slippers and walked over to take two lunch boxes in his hands: "Okay, I'll wash it, and you can go back to school before the evening peak."

Li Qi followed him to the pool step by step, but He Jing still didn't let He Jing wash the dishes.

He Jing was a little surprised to see that he was not in a hurry: "Two days ago, it wasn't you who said that morning and evening peaks were high?"

Li Qi admitted, "It's me."

"Then you're not leaving yet?"

Li Qi washed the two lunch boxes quickly, but did not answer, but said to He Jing, "Go and get the apple and the fruit knife."

He Jing turned around and brought in two bright red apples, watched as Li Qi washed them, cut them into small pieces and put them in a lunch box.

He looked at Li Qi's unhurried way of cutting the rabbit apple, as if he understood something.

He tentatively asked: "... I think this hospital bed is quite small, right?"

Li Qi really replied: "It's not small, enough for two people to sleep."

No, this is very wrong.

This professional escort Li Yuesao not only takes care of his basic necessities of life every day, but even opens a new business bed warmer?

He Jing was overwhelmed by the flattery, and quickly shied away: "I can't sleep."

He thought this flimsy explanation was not tenable. After thinking about it, he added: "Besides, I haven't showered for several days, and I despise myself. You should go back quickly."

Li Qi said: "It's okay, you haven't been wiping it for the past few days, if you can't do it, just wash it, there is a bathroom in the ward."

He Jing bitterly raised his left hand with the needle inserted.

Li Qi smiled brightly: "Shall I wash it for you?"

That's really unnecessary!

He Jing roared in her heart, finally swallowed the sentence, and put it in a euphemistic way: "I'm still a patient... It's fine to just follow the doctor's orders and despise myself."

Li Qi seemed a little regretful, and reconfirmed: "Are you sure you don't want to wash it?"

No... In fact, He Jing really wanted to take a bath in his heart... But if Li Qi was to help him take a bath behind the scenes... then forget it!

A real man should be manly!

Li Qi stuffed the apple into his mouth: "Okay, don't wash it if you don't wash it, eat two more pieces to supplement vitamins, look at your dry lips."

He Jing was annoyed by his nagging, chewed an apple and slurred his words: "Go and be an old lady!"

After that, I went back to bed, picked up the Zi Zhi Tong Jian and started to read it.

In the past three days, Li Qi has fully seen the power of the liberal arts bully after college.

In just two days, He Jing translated a small volume of French content on more than 30 sheets of A4 paper, and asked Li Qi to bring his computer over on the third day. With trembling hands dangling the infusion bottle, he saved his handwritten manuscripts on the computer, although most of them were saved by Li Qi.

Li Qi glanced at it roughly. He Jing was writing a translation for a medium-length French suspense novel. As for when He Jing learned French and was able to master and use it so proficiently, Li Qi didn't know. He only felt that He Jing deserved it. A person who is gifted in language.

This person is simply terrifying, as long as he can read a foreign language as fluently as his mother tongue, he can also translate it in spoken language so proficiently.

After finishing the translation task at hand and solving his livelihood, He Jing continued to write and draw in the notebook with the Zizhi Tongjian in one hand and the other hand.

Li Qi was concentrating on typing, and seeing that there were still many apples on the plate, He Jing was holding the book without moving, and put a piece of toothpick to He Jing's mouth, letting him rest for a while.

"I've seen you read this book many times, which passage is the focus this time?" Li Qi asked casually, letting He Jing relax his nerves.

He Jing turned her neck and wrist: "Compared to the pre-Qin chapter recorded in "Historical Records". There may be an archaeological project in the School of History in the second half of the year, and this information is needed."

Li Qi was quite interested: "Did our school find any other monuments?"

He Jing thought for a while, and felt that it wasn't too important, so he said directly: "It doesn't count, the Jinhua City Cultural Relics Bureau seems to have discovered some signs, and our school said to go back and look at it together, specifically. I don't know the location yet."

"Then you are sure to prepare the materials of the pre-Qin period?" Li Qi expressed his incomprehension to this kind of preparation for a rainy day. What kind of preparation is this?

He Jing sighed: "It is said that a bronze piece was dug up. The pre-Qin materials are relatively easy to make. Before the civilization was highly developed, the craftsmanship was exquisite but simple, and there was no trade with neighboring overseas countries. Compared with the later Prosperity and prosperity, I still prefer to pick up this history.”

Li Qi said: "That period was indeed worth liking. By the way, your manuscript was finished for you, can you take a look?"

He moved the computer over, and He Jing roughly browsed a few paragraphs, mainly checking whether the typesetting is easy to read, and sent it to the editor without checking the others: "Okay, I will treat you to dinner after the manuscript fee is paid."

Li Qi was shocked by his checking method: "Don't you even need to look again? What if there is a typo?"

He Jing looked at him as if looking at a fool: "There must be a typo."

"Then you still post so fast?"

He Jing was puzzled: "I'm just a translator, and I won't be paid for proofreading, so why should I spend that time?"

Oh, that seems to make sense.

Li Qi chose to shut up.

In this regard, he really doesn't know much about He Jing.

He had no choice but to change the subject abruptly: "How much do you usually get for translating a manuscript?"

He Jing said: "In English, one thousand words are fifty, and in other languages, one thousand words are one hundred."

Li Qi asked again: "How many manuscripts can you translate in a month?"

"How many articles do you think I can translate?" He Jing was worried about her hair volume, "If you read too many foreign languages, you will get bald. With this length, I only accept three or four articles a month, two in English and two in foreign languages."

And I have to set aside time to do my own original literature and a bunch of miscellaneous things, so it's not easy to allocate too much time on these trivial things.

"That's not much for the manuscript fee..." Li Qi silently calculated.

He Jing rolled her eyes: "It's different from the young master who was raised by his family, this little money won't be in your eyes."

Li Qi hurriedly said, "That's not what I mean... By the way, how much do you rent for that house?"

"The monthly subscription is [-] to pay for water and electricity." He Jing only thought that he understood the people's sentiments, and answered happily.

"Isn't it a bit difficult for you to pay for the manuscript?" Li Qi offered him an olive branch: "Shared rent?"

He Jing cut off the olive branch with a smile: "I'm richer than you think."

Li Qi: "..."

After that, He Jing stuffed two more apples into his mouth as if he was venting his anger.

He Jing's mouth was stuffed, and he couldn't help cursing: "...the muddy lotus root is so sick?"

Li Qi smiled softly: "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that the apple will wither if you don't eat it, and it's time to sleep."

He Jing was taken aback.

He was so engrossed in reading just now that he forgot the time all of a sudden.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was past ten o'clock, so he hurriedly got out of bed and quickly washed himself before returning to bed.

No wonder it was much quieter in the ward. It turned out that the two patients had already gone to bed.

Li Qi took a short shower in the bathroom and returned to bed a little later than He Jing. When he returned to the small world enclosed by the curtain, He Jing was still leaning against the bed and reading a book, but the bed table had been put away Yes, what He Jing is reading right now is the book before going to bed, the "Late Twilight" that they reached out to borrow at the same time.

"That's enough, don't read it," Li Qi stretched out his hand and took away the book in He Jing's hand, then turned off the light at the head of the bed that controlled his space, squeezed into the not-so-spacious hospital bed, and squeezed He Jing in the dark earlobe, "Sleeping."

He Jing knocked off his hand: "Don't squeeze it."

Li Qi stretched his hand into the quilt in a regular manner: "Okay, if you don't pinch it, don't pinch it." Then he raised He Jing's little finger, twitching it back and forth to play.

He Jing expressed even more unacceptable to this indecent gesture, withdrew her hand and turned her back to Li Qi: "Be quiet, I'm sleepy."

Li Qi gave a low laugh, and also leaned over, contentedly wrapping He Jing in his arms, as if all that was done just now was to force He Jing's reaction at this time.

In the darkness, He Jing's starry eyes trembled slightly, and finally he sighed: "Didn't you say you don't want to do this?"

"But He Jing."

Li Qi whispered in his ear.

"I can't let you go."

The author has something to say:

Kneel down for everyone QAQ

I procrastinated again and again QAQ