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Qiu Cen fell ill.

For him who seldom even gets a common cold all year round, this time the illness is menacing.

It was only when he woke up, and just wanted to get up and get dressed as usual, that he suddenly felt as if his body had been driven by a car, his whole body was hot, sore and limp, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands.

He struggled for a long time, but his limbs still seemed to be paralyzed, and he couldn't even move a little bit.

While he was surprised by the sudden deterioration of his physical condition, he had no choice but to accept it.

He opened his mouth and wanted to call Queen Song, but he felt a burning pain in his throat, and his voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows.

Burned?Inflammation of the tonsils?

"……Hold."

After an unknown amount of time, he stood on the ground in a vain manner, opened the bedroom door and walked out.

Queen Song, who was staring at the TV drama in the living room, heard the voice, turned her head to look, and her face changed instantly.

"Goddam? What's the matter, this is..."

She ran to Qiu Cen in a hurry, and put a hand on his forehead.

It was terribly hot there.

Queen Song withdrew her hand in astonishment, stepped forward to support her son, and let him rest on her body.

She asked worriedly: "Why did you suddenly have a fever? You were fine yesterday... Go back to the house, Mom will cook some millet porridge for you, and take your medicine later."

Qiu Cen leaned on her obediently, and Queen Song helped him into the house.

As soon as she stepped into the house, Queen Song shivered from the cold.

She looked at the window and found that both windows were open, facing the bed, and they were still blowing wind into the room.

It seems that I forgot to turn it off when I was sleeping.

Queen Song couldn't help being angry while feeling sorry for her son: "How old are you and you don't know how to close the windows when you sleep? It's easy if you don't freeze yourself."

Qiu Cen fell obediently on the bed, lying on his stomach, not wanting to move a single finger.

"Why don't you speak?"

Queen Song patted his thigh, then leaned over worriedly, "Is it really freezing?"

She went to the window and closed it, then came back and closed the door to keep the heat in.

The corners of Qiu Cen's eyes were red, he paid attention to her movements, and gently pulled the corners of his mouth, his tone was a little aggrieved: "Fairy, I'm hungry..."

Queen Song was stuffing him into a cup, and she couldn't remember how long it had been since she had seen him acting like a baby, and she was a little flattered: "Okay, okay, I'll cook millet porridge for you, and you can lie down for a while."

Qiu Cen grabbed her hand vaguely: "I want to eat meat."

"What to eat," Queen Song paused as she walked out, "You can't eat greasy food when you have a cold."

"But my throat hurts..."

"...you think about it for yourself, is there any logic in your words?"

Queen Song's voice gradually faded away, only Qiu Cen was left in the room, lying on the bed silently.

After a long time, he whispered again: "Uncomfortable..."

Qiu Cen didn't know when it started, a burst of drowsiness hit him, and he fell asleep again in a daze.

Waking up again, Qiu Cen was awakened by bursts of fragrance and a sense of emptiness in his stomach.

He struggled to open his eyes, only to feel that his body was more uncomfortable than before going to bed.

There is a bowl of noodles on the bedside table, still steaming, and the tempting aroma comes from the bowl.

A bowl of dried noodles was taken out after cooking. It was not obvious what seasoning was added, and through his stuffed nose, he could still smell a scent.

Queen Song was pushing the door open and coming in, holding a small foldable table in her hand.

"Are you awake? How do you feel... Is it still uncomfortable?"

Qiu Cen didn't want her to worry any more and wanted to talk better, but just as he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't make any sound.

There was a strong smell of rust in his throat, and the pain that he could not wait to catch his breath made him frowned.

"What's wrong? Your throat is uncomfortable? Open your mouth and let me see."

Queen Song frowned, with anxiety on her face, she leaned over to look at his throat.

Qiu Cen opened his mouth slightly, but she couldn't see clearly, so she had to raise his chin and look carefully at the lamp.

"so serious."

Queen Song looked at the blood-red tonsils in his throat, which were red and swollen as if they were about to explode, and the worry in her eyes became heavier.

She probed Qiu Cen's forehead again, and the word Sichuan was twisted between her brows.

"Honey, let's go to the hospital."

Almost without thinking, Qiu Cen shook his head and refused.

He struggled to mouth and said he was hungry.

"..." Queen Song looked at him disapprovingly, and took a step back, "Let's eat first, I cooked some noodles for you, put sesame oil and light soy sauce in it, can you try to eat it, if not, put it in the pot There is millet porridge."

Qiu Cen nodded, watching silently as Queen Song helped him sit up and leaned against the head of the bed, then put the table between his legs, and finally put the bowl of noodles on the bedside table on the table, and handed the chopsticks to him. he.

"Can I eat by myself? Mom feed you?"

Queen Song looked at his pale face, and it was the first time seeing him so sick except for his weak body when he was sick when he was a child. Naturally, she remembered getting angry in her heart, wishing to feed her son with her hands, her heart ached so much.

Qiu Cen shook his head noncommittally, picked up the chopsticks with his pale and feeble hands, and after getting used to it for a while, he slowly put the noodles into his mouth.

Although his sense of taste is not sensitive after a cold, he feels that this noodle is as delicious as it smells.

I don't know when Queen Song had this skill.

It was an ordinary bowl of noodles that he would have no appetite for, but now he finds it so delicious.

He chewed slowly, then swallowed again, frowning uncontrollably.

The noodles he chewed badly formed a food ball, but when it passed through his throat, it turned into sand and stones, grinding the tender meat in his throat inch by inch, painful like needles.

He looked down at the remaining noodles in the bowl, but he couldn't eat any more.

Seeing his expression, Queen Song was also a little disappointed, but she cheered up quickly, "I can't eat it, so mom will serve you a bowl of porridge."

She reached out and took the bowl in front of Qiu Cen, turned around and walked out.

Qiu Cen remained silent, and let her take the bowl away, staring blankly at the chopsticks in his hand.

Suddenly, I felt a surge in my stomach, nausea and the desire to vomit came out all at once.

He only had time to push the table between his legs, and vomited directly on the ground.

He didn't eat much last night, and he only tasted it just now, and there was nothing in his stomach to vomit.

The ground beside the bed was covered with transparent liquid he vomited, and occasionally the noodles he ate. The sudden vomiting made it too late for him to go to the bathroom, and more vomit splashed on the bed sheet in a panic, sending out bursts of sour smell.

The scene was very messy.

When Queen Song saw such a scene, she almost missed the porridge bowl and threw it on the ground, obviously frightened.

"Baby?!"

She stepped from the door to the bed in three steps at a time, and finally found a clean place where she could stand, but Qiu Cen had already fallen back on the bed.

She touched Qiu Cen's face eagerly, and said anxiously: "Why is it so serious? Go to the hospital, okay? Go to the hospital, baby!"

"Do not……"

"You're going to kill me!" Queen Song covered Qiu Cen's powerless voice, her eyes were red with distress, and she was almost at a loss: "What's going on..."

Qiu Cen patted the hand on her side to comfort her, signaling her not to worry.

The blue blood vessels on the back of the hand are clearly visible under the pale skin. In his weak body, he only feels that the ten fingers are slender and thin, and the wrist is much thinner.

"...Are you still alright?" Queen Song no longer had the strength to stare at him, she was extremely worried: "I don't care, you have to go to the hospital when Lao Qiu comes back at night."

Qiu Cen couldn't resist her, so he had to let her go.

After drinking a bowl of porridge, I planned to squat for a while after taking the medicine, but I just vomited again as soon as I lay down.

Fortunately, Queen Song cleaned up what he vomited before and put a plastic basin beside his bed, otherwise he would have to vomit all over the floor again.

Queen Song watched him spit out all the food he ate. If she hadn't been used to being strong, she would have covered her mouth and cried like other little women who love their son's suffering.

Lao Qiu received the call ahead of time, and for the first time, he didn't work overtime. He also left work earlier than normal, and arrived home at 05:30.

He didn't even have time to change his shoes when he entered the door, and his body was still shrouded in a chill, so he went directly to Qiu Cen's room.

Seeing that Qiu Cen was still asleep, his eyebrows and eyes similar to Qiu Cen's were fixed, and he asked his wife softly: "Still burning?"

Queen Song hadn't stretched her brows since she found out that her son was sick, but now she frowned again, "39 degrees three."

Lao Qiu thought for a while, and took away the hand that was going to test Qiu Cen's temperature because it was still cold when he came back from the outside, "Wait, see if you can retreat in the middle of the night...have you taken all the medicine?"

The two came out of Qiu Cen's room, Lao Qiu locked the door behind him, and then began to change clothes.

"I ate it, my throat was so swollen that I couldn't speak, and I vomited up everything I ate, as if I hadn't eaten."

Lao Qiu was taken aback when he heard the words, and seemed to be wondering why his son, who was in good health, had such a severe cold suddenly, and wondered, "What's going on."

"I didn't close the windows when I went to sleep. It was like an ice cellar when I went in."

"You didn't close the window?"

"No."

"Isn't Qiu Cen just afraid of the cold, why did he forget to close the window?"

Queen Song shook her head, "I don't know...Qiu Zhiyuan."

"how?"

Lao Qiu paused while pouring water, and was surprised by her sudden formal address.

"Don't you think... our son of a bitch is a bit strange?"

After deliberating for a long time, Queen Song said hesitantly, looking very preoccupied.

"Strange? Is there any?"

"Oh," Queen Song gave him a look of resentment, "You work overtime every day and sleep more on the construction site than at home. What do you know? It's been a long time. I think our son started to confront him a long time ago. I’m having fun on my phone or other places, and I’m just as happy as if I’ve met something good every day.”

"... Isn't Qiu Cen like this all the time?"

"Tsk, that's different!"

"What's the difference?"

"You don't understand, but just recently, the whole person is very depressed... Especially yesterday, when he came out of the house, his whole body was very strange, and he was in a daze. He only told me that he would not eat dinner, and shut himself in the house. "

"And then..." Queen Song spread her hands.

"Oh." Lao Qiu nodded, raised his eyebrows and asked, "So?" Are you in a bad mood and caught a cold?

"Oh, you," Queen Song squinted at him, "it means that something is wrong with our son! You are hiding it from us!"

Lao Qiu helplessly cast a glance at Queen Song, thinking that she was just thinking wildly and not taking it seriously.

And Queen Song was still chattering.

"Did you get bullied, or fell in love and fell out of love..."

Lao Qiu shook his head helplessly, "My wife..."