It’s Colder Today

Grandpa, who was in need of care, became the one who took care of others.

He poured water for his wife, made collars for his wife's clothes, and reminded his wife not to put things on empty seats. There were so many people in the infusion room today that the patients would have no place to sit.

The old couple spoke quietly, with their heads touching and their hair intertwined. It was the intertwining of decades of love and family ties.

Shi Yun didn't listen carefully and saw Wei Congying suddenly stand up: I'll take grandpa there.

As he spoke, he took down the salt water bottle from the pole and walked slowly to cooperate with the old man who had some mobility difficulties.

Shi Yun looked at their retreating figures and realized belatedly that they might have gone to the toilet.

After a while, Wei Congying came back holding the bottle, restored the bottle, and sat down on the little red chair next to Shi Yun.

The old couple praised Wei Cong, but he didn't look embarrassed at all. He put on a hearty smile that elders like, stepped on the horizontal bar between the plastic chair legs, and said it didn't matter, it was all a matter of effort.

Shi Yun used words that had hurt him before: He is quite helpful.

Wei Song responded: Isn't this for you?

Shi Yun: How do you say that?

Wei Zongying should analyze it for her: I'm afraid that you will want to go to the toilet later, and I won't be able to follow you into the women's toilet. No one will help you when the time comes. What will you do? This is called nip in the bud and prepare for a rainy day. I helped this grandpa, and grandma can help you later.

He obviously looked dishonest, but when Shi Yun saw him like this, his heart tightened and his breathing seemed to become more difficult.

Even though he knew that his behavior might not be out of liking, the negative emotions caused by being unworthy still affected Shiyun.

But because of this face, the self-deception that Shi Yun always wanted kept pulling her back.

It seemed to be around three o'clock in the afternoon after the infusion, and he collected Shi Yun's penis and medical insurance card.

Instead of sending her back to school, he took her to his apartment.

When taking the elevator, Shiyun leaned against the elevator car, enduring the weightlessness caused by being top-heavy.

Wei Congying raised his hand, put his arm around her shoulders, and hugged her: Are you still so uncomfortable after being exposed to water?

Shiyun seemed not to hear the question and leaned into his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest.

Listen to the heavy and powerful heartbeat in his chest, beneath his skin.

Heartbeat - the hymn of life.

The heartbeat of the person she misses in her ear has stopped beating, and his body has become cold. Can't talk to her, hug her, kiss her...

Shi Yun's voice was a little hoarse due to the fever, and his breathing was heavy, making him sound weak and fragile.

You hug me.

Wei Congying touched her shoulder with his fingers and put his chin against her forehead: I'm holding her.

She seemed to be coquettishly saying: Hold me tighter.

Is it tight enough? Wei Songying tightened his arm and hugged her with the other arm. After hugging her tightly, he suddenly teased her with a smile in his voice, If it's tighter, it will be hard.

After making a joke, she raised her head, rubbed her cheek against his chest under his shirt, and then looked at him with watery eyes open. The look in her eyes was not complaining that he was not serious at this time. Just when Wei Zongying was about to analyze the meaning of her complicated look, she suddenly picked up her feet.

Hot breath fell on his face, and his lips were even hotter than usual from a kiss.

She said: Then do it.

Wei Cong responded with a smile: I'm afraid you'll die in bed.

However, she exhaled unexpectedly without any shyness, and asked him: Then let's die together, okay?

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Wei Zongying rolled off her body, pulled the quilt that had been kicked under the bed, and wrapped herself and her in the quilt.

Shi Yun's breathing didn't calm down for a long time. Wei Zongying listened to her breathing through her mouth, always feeling a little guilty.

He wanted to get out of the bed and pour her a glass of water. She was dying, but he still wanted to hold her. Wei Cong should do so.

Looking at the sun outside the window, it has already set in the west.

Looking out through the cracks in the curtain shop, I saw a large cloud of fire.

She put her legs on Wei Songying, and Wei Songying put his palms against her knees and gently rubbed them: This time the bed sheets are changed to hard ones. Do you feel any pain after kneeling for so long?

The person in her arms didn't answer. Wei Zongying reached out and touched her forehead, which was still a little hot. When I talked to her, she was also weak, her eyes were half-opened, and she was out of breath.

Wei Cong got up from bed and put on the pants thrown beside the bed. Walking out of the bedroom, the clothes on the floor revealed their previous movement route when they entered the house.

I dug out the kettle that I hadn't used for a long time, washed a cup, and added a few ice cubes to the hot water. When he entered the bedroom, he carried Shiyun's clothes back into the bedroom.

The cup was placed on the book cover on the bedside table, and the clothes were placed on the quilt: The water is here. I'll make you some porridge.

Shi Yun listened to the sound of him walking out of the bedroom, stretched out an arm from the bed with great effort, and drank most of the glass of water in one breath.

When she put the cup back, she didn't put it properly. The cup tipped over and spilled on the books on his bedside table.

Shi Yun was startled, his body was sore and weak, but he immediately sat up from the bed, picked up the book and shook it. Shi Yun didn't notice that a bookmark fell out of it.

She quickly took out two paper towels to dilute the water on the cover.