luck on thursday

Lin Qingyang sniffed, and wiped her face with one free hand.

Finally, 20 meters away, there was a large flower box embedded in the wall of a family. In a panic, I rushed over, stepped on a path of water, and then squatted under the flower box smoothly, and sneezed hard.

"Ah...Ah!"

He rubbed his nose helplessly, there were still some drops of water on the flower box, slowly flowing down along the grain of the wood, but it was better than splashing all the water on his head.

On the edge of the flower box, a bud hangs low.

Lin Qingyang sneezed several times in succession, feeling dizzy, her eyes were a little blurred by the splashes of the whole world, as if wearing a thick filter.

The body is a little hot, and the mind is a little swollen, but it is still bearable.

He managed to maintain his sanity, and when the rain was a little less, he rushed out of the flower box in one go, ran towards the door of a family he had just discovered, stepped up the steps in two steps, and hid in the small door in front of the door. In the space, it is truly isolated from the heavy rain.

Crashing, the rain was still falling, Lin Qingyang supported his head, swayed his feet, and leaned against the wall to pant for breath.

He could feel that he was getting hot, his face and neck were terribly hot, and his palms were also hot, and he couldn't feel the temperature of his forehead at all... But after being drenched in the rain for so long, and still running in the rain, maybe it has already started I have a fever.

Don't be like this, don't be like this to him... After all, life is getting better, but don't suddenly be ruined by a high fever after a heavy rain!

However, God didn't give him eyes. After half an hour, he obviously heard his breathing became heavy, and heat waves surged up all over his body. He touched his forehead several times in a row, and it was extremely hot.

Lin Qingyang found a clean place to sit down, curled up in the corner, the sky was already a little bright, but it was very far away, as if it only existed at the other end of the dreamland, covered by layers of dark clouds.

The heavy rain was still falling, and a puddle of water had already accumulated on the steps below the gate. Lin Qing raised her head against the wall and began to pant uncomfortably.

After the hot tide, there was a chill, even if he wrung out his coat and put it on tremblingly, it still didn't help.

Cold sweat broke out in bursts, Lin Qingyang reluctantly pulled out other clothes from the black bag, picked the half-dry side and put it on her body, barely gaining a little warmth.

Hold on a little longer.

The clinic will open in a while. This slight fever is not a problem. After a few doses of medicine, it will be cured soon.It's just that now a small clinic has to make an appointment, and he goes there temporarily, and he doesn't know how long the line will be...

"I……"

He just wanted to swear a bad word, but when he said a word, he lost his voice, closed his eyes, leaned his head on his knees, and shrunk himself into a small ball.

Like a little homeless beast, whining and chirping, he rolled himself up, substituting fantasies for real warm bedding.

The sound of the rain gradually died down, and strings of water drops hung down from the courtyard, forming a crystal clear water curtain.

The young man huddled outside the door seemed to have lost consciousness. His body was stiff, and he was curled up under an old clothes. His originally fluffy black hair was all wet by the rain. In this ghostly rainy weather, he could not even dry it naturally. No, stick it flat on the back of the neck.

His skin was close to cold white, and after a slight trembling, he couldn't even emit a little warmth.

cold.

It's really cold.

Lin Qingyang pressed the back of his hand tremblingly, his head spun, his cheek rubbed against his cold knee, and he fell into a desperate, dreamless and dark sleep.

An old voice faintly sounded from behind the door, carrying a rare feeling of joy.

"Hey, the rain is finally about to stop. It has been raining all night, and I can't go out. I wanted to go for a walk in the square, but now I have to go out in the morning..."

The door lock was unscrewed, and the figure of an old woman appeared behind the door. She smiled happily, hung up the phone, and took an umbrella from the hanger beside the door.She might be out shopping for the day's groceries, or just the current breakfast, or even catching up with old friends.

But she never expected that there was a young man outside the door, eyes closed, unconscious.

"God!"

Lin Qingyang's consciousness was completely confused, he could barely hear someone talking in his ear, the hazy human voice disturbed his sleep, but he was too tired and had no strength at all, so naturally he couldn't open his eyes and stand up , and said to them, "Hey guys, be quiet."

Someone put their fingers under his nose, and then held his shoulders. A smell that belongs to the air conditioner came in. Accompanied by the ubiquitous heating, the temperature around him finally rose, and there was a little sweat on his forehead. .

In the end, he fell into a soft state and continued to sleep deeply.

It seemed that after only sleeping for two short hours, Lin Qingyang woke up.

He moved his fingers, okay; he moved his toes, no problem.When I finally opened my eyes, I saw an unfamiliar ceiling decorated with complicated chandeliers. The cut surfaces of glass and crystal were exquisite and clear, and the classical tones appeared very gentle.

Only then did Lin Qingyang realize that he was lying on a sofa, covered with a soft blanket, and a towel fell down as he got up, and landed on his knees, sinking into a hole along the ups and downs of the blanket.

Before he turned his head to look around, someone behind him yelled, "Sir! You're awake! That's great!!!"

It seems that she was rescued by kind people... Lin Qingyang smiled slightly and let out a long breath of relief.

The old lady walked around behind him, carrying a tray with a few small things on it, such as a thermometer, capsules and cold water, as well as a stack of delicately shaped biscuits, carefully pouring two chocolate sauces to entertain the patient.

She looked young—not young in appearance, she had loose skin, but her back was straight, and she looked in a good mood, cheerful and lively, like a young woman.

Lin Qingyang said gratefully: "Did you save me? Thank you so much, otherwise I don't know what I will become in a while."

The old woman carefully lifted him up and leaned against the pillows of the sofa.

Lin Qingyang shrank his toes uncomfortably, only then did he realize that the clothes on his body had been changed, clean and dry, but a little too big, hanging on him, a little empty.

The old grandma stared at him taking medicine, drinking water and nibbling on small biscuits, and then slowly said, "It's raining like this, why do you stay outside and get wet in the rain?"

Lin Qingyang laughed dryly: "Isn't it, I forgot to bring my umbrella."

The old grandma sighed: "Really."

His not-so-thick skin turned red, and he moved his toes in embarrassment. Seeing the old woman slowly tidying up the things on the tray, he struggled to get up from a pile of blankets and pillows: "Wait, I'm coming!"

"Why are you here?" A pair of hands stretched out from behind him, pressed his shoulders and made him sink back into the soft sofa. Lin Qingyang turned around in a daze, and asked in surprise, "Morris?"

Morris raised the corners of his lips and smiled sarcastically. Taking advantage of the sufficient heating, he sat on the chair opposite him in a cheap T-shirt and Hawaiian pants, and lazily raised his feet.

The old grandma smiled, put everything into a tray, picked it up and left.

Morris looked him up and down bluntly, and frowned: "I remember I gave you a pretty good job."

Lin Qingyang was instantly embarrassed: "Uh, this, I think so."

"Then why did you make yourself into what you are now?" Morris said relentlessly, "Shouldn't you be sleeping in the dormitory of your work unit now, instead of squatting pitifully in someone else's doorway to hide from the rain?"

This is how he answered!

Lin Qingyang looked left and right, eyes gurgling, looking lively and full of life, it was much better than the dead dog he helped bring in before.His black hair was carefully blow-dried by the caring grandmother, and then fluttered on the sofa, fluffy and soft.

Seeing that Lin Qingyang just smiled awkwardly and did not speak, Morris ignored him, stood up and said, "You lie down first, the fever has not completely subsided."

"No, I'm planning to go back to my house today. I've already bought the ticket..." Lin Qingyang didn't want to bother others so much. He struggled to get up again, but Morris pushed him down again.

Morris looked inexplicable: "Do you know what date it is today?"

Lin Qingyang maintained the original posture, blinked: "Ten... NO.15?"

"NO.16." Morris smiled and broke his fluke mentality, "Lie down."

What!Did he pass a day in one sleep! ! !

Lin Qingyang was dumbfounded and froze in place, completely unexpected that he could sleep so well, but Morris pointed to the clock in the corner and told him that he not only slept all day, but also slept half of today, and it is already afternoon.

He scratched at his hair blankly and found a pinhole on the back of his hand.

"I've given you a needle, otherwise you probably won't be well today," Morris repeated, looking down at him, "Lie down."

So Lin Qingyang obediently lay down on the sofa for the afternoon, during which time she accepted the old grandma's food, including but not limited to chocolate, black tea, oatmeal, cookies and a stack of magical nuts, and finally even Morris went around to the living room Come, snatch a handful of various snacks from his lap.

"Grandma likes you very much," he said.

Lin Qingyang also smiled and said: "Thank you, I like her very much too."

The author has something to say: the story of being poor is basically over, let the author think about how to write when he is rich

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