That student turned sex

Ji Xiaohan touched his right arm.

Only a little bit of the upper arm, the end of the amputation, was wrapped in a white sweater.

The sweater feels fluffy, obviously the season in the dream is not summer.

Although his aunt told him to go to bed, Ji Xiaohan didn't go back to sleep.

Same as last time, in the dream, his body was not under his control, he could only obey, and the consciousness in his body led him to get up and walk out the door.

Outside is his yard.

There are several tables in the yard, which should have been borrowed from neighbors.

Sitting at those tables were a lot of relatives who didn't see each other very often, and some of them were still clearing away the leftover dishes on the table.

On the ground that was constantly trampled by people, there are still many traces of yellow Qianming paper.

Apparently, a funeral meal has just been had here.

……

Ji Xiaohan opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked.

Who died?

"Xiaohan, I sent your grandfather away today. Tomorrow there will only be you and your sister left at home. I think you should move to live with me? Huh?"

When my uncle saw him coming out, he finished talking to the people around him, came over to pat him, and tried to persuade him.

Ji Xiaohan turned his head to look at his uncle, with a surprised light in his eyes.

Uncle's sideburns have turned white, and his black hair doesn't look much.

But in my 30s, I already have so much gray hair.

A lot more vicissitudes than he remembered.

However, after Ji Xiaohan thought about it, he found that his thoughts of body consciousness were not on this at all.

"Just me and my sister?"

From Ji Xiaohan's point of view, he felt that his tongue was about to get knotted. For the first time, he felt that it was so difficult to make a sound. It was only a few words, but his throat was like a chain that was stuck, and he could only push it hard. He moved forward and choked out a sound, but his hoarseness was not like his own.

"..." Uncle didn't speak, looking into his eyes, he couldn't hide the pity underneath.

Ji Xiaohan lowered his eyes, touched his heart that was still beating slightly, and felt a suffocating feeling of blood flowing backwards.

What kind of dream is this, so terrible?

Grandpa passed away, and parents are not here?

And why the consciousness in the body speaks so hard.

Ji Xiaohan felt that it would be better for him not to have this dream, as there are ominous signs everywhere.

Maybe the consciousness in his body thought so too, he turned and went back to the room.

On the way, he knocked on his sister's door again.

The door opened quickly, but he saw his sister sitting in a wheelchair, her legs were gone from the knee down, and her trousers were empty.

The younger sister looked at his right arm from behind the door, and when she touched his eyes, she was equally bewildered.

Uncle looked at them worriedly from behind.

Ji Xiaohan looked at his younger sister, closed his eyes, turned and went back to his room, intending to take a nap.

too frightening.

Go to sleep.

Maybe I fell asleep in a dream, but I can wake up in reality.

However, it was just a dream, and he couldn't fall asleep at all.

Because of another consciousness in his body, he is not sleepy at all, his heart is full of exhaustion and dead silence, even Ji Xiaohan can feel a sense of despair.

He heard his uncle and aunt talking outside the door, and the voice leaked in from the unclosed door——

"I think Xiaohan's condition is still very bad. He just forgot about the death of his parents. Tell me, should we take him to see a doctor again?"

"What kind of doctor did you see? You forgot what he was like in the hospital before? It's not long since he came back from the hospital. If he goes again, the child will not be able to withstand such a toss."

"I didn't mean to see a doctor in Shixi Hospital. I meant to take him to see a psychiatrist. Didn't they say that if his mental condition is not good, he should be taken to see a psychiatrist. He disappeared three times in a row. A relative, how can I bear it, I must be sad in my heart, I am afraid that if he continues to be in a trance like this, he will not be well at that time."

"... Hey!... You are right, but... where do we go to find money to take them to the doctor? You don't know that your sister and brother-in-law have no savings. The [-] yuan is estimated to be used for the child to go to school in the future. Now the funerals and his two hospitalization expenses have all been spent."

"Hey, who knew that the driver who caused the accident was so poor that he couldn't pay much money."

"The main reason is that we don't have any savings, and we can barely take care of him. We don't have a clue what to do with the two of them going to school in the future!"

"……Hey……"

Hearing his uncle's deep sigh, Ji Xiaohan turned over in the bed, staring at the gray wall in a daze.

Even if it was a dream, he didn't dare to think deeply about what it meant that both his parents and grandpa had passed away.

In his heart, this kind of thing should be something he should only think about after the age of 50 or [-]. If he had to face it when he was a teenager, he felt that he couldn't accept it.

Ji Xiaohan closed his eyes, comforting another consciousness in his body.

Go to sleep, it won't be so scary when you wake up.

But waking up was not much better.

He was indeed not at home when he woke up, but he was not in his bedroom either.

He was in a gallery he had been to only in the afternoon.

The furnishings in the room were almost exactly the same as what he saw in the afternoon, except for the paintings on the walls.

He sat up on the little sofa.

I plan to go out to see what the door looks like, whether it is the same as what I saw in the afternoon.

It seemed that after the previous dream, he was used to not having a right hand.

But the consciousness in his body didn't take him there, he still sat there, seemingly in a daze.

But much better than before.

At least, the depths of this consciousness are no longer what they were before.

At this moment, there is no silence, but the expectation of future life.

He can feel it.

My sister's voice came from behind——

"Brother, are you awake?"

Ji Xiaohan looked sideways.

My younger sister is still in a wheelchair, but her mental state looks good, and she even seems to have changed a lot, becoming more mature and stable.

She was wearing a sweater, sitting behind the desk, typing on the computer keyboard.

"Do you want to keep that one here tonight?" My sister suddenly asked when he saw that he was silent.

that whoever?

who is it?

Ji Xiaohan was full of doubts in his heart, but then he heard himself saying: "Why did you keep him here?"

"...Isn't today the Lantern Festival?" My sister curled her lips. "Besides, it's so cold outside. He sent the paintings to the guests. He didn't drive this trip, so it must be hard work?"

Ji Xiaohan didn't speak, because he didn't know who his sister was talking about, but the consciousness in his body didn't know why he didn't speak.

Ji Xiaoyu added in a low tone: "Didn't he say that his father is away on a business trip and there is no one at home, so it should be lonely when he goes back alone at night."

Ji Xiaohan felt that consciousness was slightly disturbed, he said: "When are you going to school, I will see you off."

"...Why, do you think I talk too much? Or do you think I'm in the way?"

Ji Xiaoyu was behind the computer, and the words sounded to have some hidden meaning, but Ji Xiaohan didn't understand.

But the consciousness in her body ignored the meaning in her tone, and of course it might be deliberately pretending not to understand.

He picked up his down jacket from the sofa, put it on himself, and said as he walked out.

"Aren't you about to start school? Is it okay to be late?"

"..." Ji Xiaoyu's tone suddenly became sullen, and he replied, "School starts the day after tomorrow. Let's go then."

Ji Xiaohan nodded, and turned to walk outside the door.

Ji Xiaoyu murmured lightly from behind: "Go out and wait again? Really, just admit it if you like it."

Ji Xiaohan didn't hear this sentence, he pushed open the door with his only left hand following his consciousness, and went out to have a look.

Outside the door is an alley, which is the "Huimeng" he went to this afternoon

He stood in the alley and looked at the door. It was completely similar to the decoration.

It's just that the door plate hanging on the wall is not intentionally made old, it is made of a rusty iron plate, and the edge is covered by a piece of yellow wood fragrance, only the middle is exposed, and the name can just be seen.

The name of the store is also called "Huimeng".

Could it be that it has become a dream by day and night again?

He felt that this place was very familiar during the day, and he might have dreamed of it like this before.

But while he was looking at the wall, Ji Xiaohan suddenly felt pain in his right arm.

He clutched the end of the stump of his right arm and felt a sudden pain inside, so he squatted down.

"what happened?"

At this moment, someone supported him from the back door and asked softly, "Do you have nerve pain again?"

Ji Xiaohan turned his head in pain, looked at the other party, but saw a familiar face, "Yan Mo?"

It was Yan Mo.

The Yan Mo in his dream was different from the Yan Mo he knew, he looked at himself worriedly, as if he was someone...

as if someone...

He couldn't find the right noun.

Ji Xiaohan suddenly closed his eyes and stopped thinking about this question.

He was so weak and powerless from the pain that he fell limply to the ground.

Yan Mo hurriedly hugged him, entered the room and called Ji Xiaoyu, "Quick, your brother's medicine!"

Before Ji Xiaohan took the medicine, he became unconscious from the pain.

Yan Mo slept until midnight when he suddenly heard a burst of thunder.

Then after the thunder fell, he heard Ji Xiaohan calling his name again, and he suddenly woke up.

Yan Mo sat up from the bed with one kick, grabbed the railing and flipped down quickly and lightly. After a few steps, he walked to Ji Xiaohan's bed, dragged the small charging light over and turned it on, and looked inside.

Ji Xiaohan was curling up under the quilt, his face looked very bad, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and he was still calling his name.

Yan Mo stepped forward, leaned over, lowered his head, and called out, "Xiaohan, what's the matter?"

Ji Xiaohan's weak voice came: "It hurts."

He clutches his right arm.

Yan Mo was stunned for a moment, staring at Ji Xiaohan's hand, almost calling Ji Xiaoyu.

But he quickly came to his senses, hurriedly hugged Ji Xiaohan halfway, gently rubbed his right arm through his pajamas, and coaxed him softly: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. Your hand is fine. .”

The thunder was still roaring outside, not only he woke up, but also the other two.

Zhuo Yang and Qi Ming turned over and got up when they saw the movement.

The dormitory had already turned off the lights, and the two of them turned on the charging lights.

Originally standing by the side not knowing what to do, when they heard this conversation, the two looked at each other for a while, scratching their heads in embarrassment.

Qi Ming said, "I'll go get Han Da a glass of water."

Zhuo Yang nodded: "I'll fetch a basin of water, Han Da seems to be sweating a lot."

Ji Xiaohan didn't notice it, he was still holding his right arm, the pain made him out of the dream in his sleep, and he was in a strange feeling between reality and illusion.

He seemed to be wronged in his heart, but also seemed to be in pain, very sad, and had many unexplainable emotions.

Those emotions seemed to emanate from the socket of his collarbone.

He couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "It hurts, it hurts."

His voice was weak and his face was slightly red.

Yan Mo felt that something was wrong, and raised his hand to touch Ji Xiaohan's forehead with the back of his hand.

Very hot.

Yan Mo asked Qi Ming who was walking over with a water glass: "Is there a thermometer, antipyretics, etc. in the house?"

Qi Ming shook his head: "No, we seldom get sick, and even if we catch a cold, we get over it by ourselves."

"Ah? What should I do then?" Zhuo Yang came over with a basin of water, put the basin on the stool, and put Ji Xiaohan's face towel in it.

Yan Mo picked up the towel and twisted it, wiped Ji Xiaohan's sweat, looked at his reddened face and neck, the sweat continued to seep from the pores of his skin, and his breathing became very loud. Very heavy.

Yan Mo stood up suddenly, put the towel back into the washbasin, put Ji Xiaohan down carefully, and let him lie down.

Turning to Qi Ming, he said, "You two take a look at him. I'll get the medicine."

After speaking, he walked back to the bed and changed a pair of shoes, ready to go out.

Qi Ming put down the water glass, and asked incomprehensibly, "Hey, but now the stairs and the door of the dormitory are locked, how do you get out?"

After the dormitory building was locked at night, the dormitory manager went back to his room to sleep. He slept very deeply, and the walls were very soundproof.

At this time, you may not even be able to scream.

Moreover, there is a door in the corridor and at the entrance of the stairs, which is also closed at night to prevent them from running around without sleeping at night.

"Besides, at this time, there is no place to sell medicine outside. Where do you go?" Zhuo Yang sat by the bed, picked up the towel in the washbasin and wrung out the water, and folded the towel into strips and put it on Ji Xiaohan's forehead. ask.

Yan Mo said, "You don't need to worry about it, just take care of him for me."

After speaking, he pushed open the balcony door and went out.

It was raining outside, thunder bursts, and the raindrops hit the balcony railing like beans, and the air was very stuffy.

Qi Ming and Zhuo Yang were about to speak, but before they had time, they watched Yan Mo grab the metal railing outside the balcony and turn over directly.

Zhuo Yang was stunned.

Qi Ming let out an "ah", ran a few steps towards the balcony, and leaned on the balcony railing to look out.

Just watching Yan Mo go down layer by layer along the balcony on the fifth floor, and finally jumped to the first floor.

He didn't care about getting his face wet by the rain, closed the balcony door with a shocked expression on his face, walked back and said to Zhuo Yang, "As expected of a school bully, he turned down from the fifth floor."

Zhuo Yang had already recovered from his daze.

The two were shocked for a while, Ji Xiaohan suddenly moved on the bed, the two hurriedly put aside these messy thoughts, Zhuo Yang put the towel into the water again and soaked it.

Yan Mo didn't come back too fast. It took about half an hour before he climbed from the balcony downstairs to the fifth floor. Qi Ming went to open the balcony door and let Yan Mo in.

When he came back, Ji Xiaohan was awakened by the sound of thunder.

This time he became more conscious, escaped from the dream, and did not continue to cry about his arm hurting.

Qi Ming took the opportunity to serve him the water in the cup.

Ji Xiaohan had just finished drinking water, and before he lay down, he saw Yan Mo standing beside his bed, all wet like a soaked chicken, watching him carefully but not daring to approach him.

"..." Ji Xiaohan couldn't say anything in his dazed mind.

He couldn't think of words to describe his feelings, he only knew that his heart was sore and he wanted to cry.

He saw Yan Mo take out a small package from his pocket, which was wrapped tightly with several layers of plastic bags.

Yan Mo handed the package to Qi Ming and said, "Feed him some antipyretics."

He was covered in water, standing beside Ji Xiaohan's bed, separated by a distance.

After wiping the water from his forehead, facing Xiao Han's gaze last season, he said with a smile, "Take your medicine quickly, and rest after eating. If you don't feel well tomorrow, I'll take you to get water."

After speaking, he turned around and went into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and took a cold shower.

Went out and changed into clean clothes.

Ji Xiaohan had finished taking the medicine with Qi Ming's help, he lay back down again, Yan Mo walked to the bed, Qi Ming and Zhuo Yang said: "Go to sleep, I'll take care of him."

Qi Ming and Zhuo Yang hurriedly responded, cleaned up and went back to their own beds.

Unexpected unity of ideas.

Are you the weakest when you are sick? Of course, your boyfriend takes care of you best.

The medicine box was placed on the desk next to Ji Xiaohan's bed, not wet by the rain at all.

Ji Xiaohan opened his eyes, he could feel his whole body was hot, his nose was hot and his eyes were foggy.

He looked at Yan Mo, and the outside suddenly brightened like daylight, illuminating the room for a moment.

It's the effect of lightning flashing through an open balcony door.

Yan Mo went to close the curtains, and the room returned to darkness, only the small lamp by Yu Ji Xiaohan's bed illuminated the small space.

Amidst the roar of thunder, Yan Mo lay down outside Ji Xiaohan's bed, looked at him sideways, touched his forehead with his hand, and said softly: "Go to sleep, I know it's uncomfortable to burn, just wake up gone."

But Ji Xiaohan looked at him, blinked his eyes, half-closed his eyelids, and said very softly because of his weakness: "You should also take some medicine, so as not to infect you tomorrow."

Yan Mo touched Ji Xiaohan's forehead again, and smiled: "It's okay."

But after finishing speaking, he remembered that he was drenched in the cold rain all the way, and just took a cold shower.

Facing Ji Xiaohan's gaze, he still got out of bed and poured a glass of water, and also took a piece of medicine.

Can't be self-willed, and blind self-confidence.

After all, if he also has a fever, how can he take care of Ji Xiaohan.

The author has something to say: see you tomorrow

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: it happens to be in full bloom

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