Heterogeneous love

When I woke up, I was in the school hospital, on a drip.

Jue Chu looked at me with a guilty face, "The doctor said that unripe green beans are poisonous, and you have hypoglycemia, I didn't even know it for so many years. Are you feeling better?"

I still felt a little nauseous in my stomach. After checking the drip, it was almost gone, so I called the nurse to pull out the needle.I don't want to stay in the hospital any longer, and insist on going back.

Absolutely refused.

"It's okay. It's really okay." I dragged my tired body to get up and went to the ground, "I've had this before. I was dizzy, and my brother would bring me sugar with me. It's been a long time since I did it, and I almost forgot that I still have this." I'm sick. It's okay. I'll go back and get some glucose for myself."

"No. I don't feel relieved if I don't look at you. If you have anything else, I, I..."

He couldn't continue, but when I saw that expression, my heart moved, softened, and sighed.

"Okay. I'm afraid of you."

I took the key and opened the room my brother left for me. The furnishings in the room were basically unchanged, because I came to clean it once a month to keep it clean. I hoped that I could give my brother a clean home when he came back. It is futile.

I fell on the bed weakly, still dizzy, and there was no improvement.

"I'm asleep. Don't disturb me." Then she turned over and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Jue Chu was squatting on the ground next to him, hard at cutting something.His figure is hidden under the shadow of the desk, the longitudinal dark gray mottled shadow, as if separated by this cloud of fog, it is hard to see clearly.

The room was very quiet and the light was dim. I moved my head and glanced at the desk with difficulty. There were already seven or eight bottles of glucose water with the tops cut off on it.

This idiot, I didn’t know that I just need to cut a circle along the concave line in the middle, and it will fall off with a light break.

Each bottle was cut open at the tip of the bottle head, exposing the jagged stubble of glass. I don't know how long it took him to cut it off--seven or eight bottles were cut.

I sighed silently, and looked at Juechu, he didn't know I was awake, and he was still squatting there concentrating on cutting the bottle tip. He shook his hands twice, sucked the wound, and then still fought with the glass bottle.

—The fool!

"Jechu!" My voice was a little hoarse, he immediately raised his head, put down the glass bottle in his hand in a hurry, his hands were too messy, knocked down the cut glass bottles on the table, and shattered. land.

He glanced at the glass bottle a little helplessly, then at me, and came to help me sit up.

"Give me a glass bottle."

"It should be cut in the sunken place in the middle, and it will be opened as soon as it is broken."

Jue Chu saw that I gently opened the straw and drank it without making a sound.

It took a while before he said, "I haven't done it before. There is no granule there, only this kind. I cut a lot of bottles and didn't cut it well. I'm afraid you will drink the glass..."

His voice is like a child who has made a mistake, explaining softly and helplessly.

At that moment, my heart was so soft that I just wanted to cry, and I took his hand, "Does it hurt?"

He shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

I sucked the wound for him, "Juechu, thank you."

He smiled, and the smile was a little sad, but he pretended to be cheerful and said, "You're welcome. Yu Qingyuan, you're welcome..."

I smiled, leaned forward, and kissed the corner of his lips lightly, "Thank you."

Jue Chu sat there dumbfounded...