South of Chutian

That night, Tang Heng started to have a fever. By twelve o'clock, his body temperature was nearly 39 degrees.

The family doctor happened to be visiting relatives in Hunan, so he had to help them contact other doctors overnight. Tang Heng hadn't seen Fu Liling lose her composure in front of outsiders for many years. She tried her best to suppress her crying and yelled at the doctor, "When will you go out? No way! Just now! Well, you don’t need to explain—now I’m going to see a doctor for my son! Find someone for me! Immediately!”

Sitting by the bed, Jiang Ya shrunk her head and said softly to Tang Heng, "Auntie, this is too exaggerated, it sounds like you've had a stroke..."

Tang Heng squinted his eyes, unable to answer him.

"Auntie," Fu Liling hung up the phone and walked in. Jiang Ya said cautiously, "Why don't we send him to the hospital for an emergency? Don't worry, I can carry him on his back."

"Thank you, Xiao Jiang." Fu Liling held Tang Heng's hand tightly, "The hospital is not clean, full of bacteria and viruses. I'm afraid that the baby will go to the hospital and it will be even worse."

Jiang Ya hesitated and said, "That's right...and he took antipyretics just now..."

The antipyretics at home had long expired. After all, the last time Tang Heng had a fever was in junior high school.They borrowed antipyretics from the neighbor's mother-in-law, which Tang Heng had just taken a quarter of an hour ago.

In fact, it's just a cold and a cold, and it will be fine when the antipyretic medicine takes effect.

"Mom," Tang Heng said hoarsely, "Go and sit for a while, I'm fine."

"How can I sit still like this?" Fu Liling wiped away her tears, "I will never be allowed to participate in those competitions again, what kind of nonsense, telling people to wear short sleeves in winter?!"

Tang Heng was speechless, Jiang Ya looked at him meaningfully, with "You have today too" written all over his face.

"Little Jiang," Fu Liling said suddenly, "You three are performing together, why is only the baby wearing short sleeves?"

"Ah, this," Jiang Ya was taken aback, "Because... because he is the lead singer."

"Should the lead singer wear short sleeves?"

"Yes, the lead singer is the most important thing. Isn't it all for the performance..." Jiang Yachong winked at Tang Heng.

Tang Heng simply closed his eyes.

"Reckless, really reckless." Fu Liling said in a low voice.

"That's right, look at the one who tossed us Tang Heng!"

In fact, Tang Heng didn't feel so uncomfortable.Maybe it was because he hadn't had a fever for a long time, but he actually found this experience very novel.Fu Liling wrapped him in three layers of quilts, and his skin was burning hot again. He was not cold at all.As long as it's not cold, it's fine. After all, the cold rain poured on my body that winter night was really a torture.

Fortunately, Fu Liling wasn't there when he ran home, otherwise how could he explain that he came home wearing short sleeves?

Fu Liling leaned over and asked, "Baby, do you want some water?"

"drink."

"Okay, mom will get it for you."

She got up and went to the kitchen to boil water. Jiang Ya reached out and flipped the towel on Tang Heng's forehead, and sighed, "You say... oh, what are you doing?"

Tang Heng closed his eyes and said softly, "Did he tell you?"

"No, he left directly, Tian Xiaoqin told us."

"Oh."

"Are you really—do you want to be so exaggerated? Xiaoqin was frightened."

"Can you stop mentioning her?"

"Who?"

"Tian Xiaoqin."

"Brother, no one knows about you two," Jiang Ya paused, and said in a breathy voice, "the relationship."

"You mean I make a fuss out of a molehill?"

"Hey, don't worry, don't worry, I don't mean that," Jiang Ya hurriedly grabbed the towel and wiped the sweat off Tang Heng's cheeks begging for mercy, "Don't get angry anymore."

Under the heavy quilt, Tang Heng slightly retracted his fingers.At this moment, he didn't have the strength to make a fist at all, but when he recalled that scene, his body would still have some reactions unconsciously—like some kind of instinctive defense.

It's too uncomfortable.It seems that the Tianling Gai was pried open a crack and filled with sub-zero ice water.Li Yuechi's expression and tone of voice when he said "impossible" were so indifferent and resolute, every time he recalled this situation, his head would hurt sharply.

Jiang Ya took off the towel, rinsed it in a basin of cold water, folded it, and placed it on Tang Heng's forehead again.

"Don't think so much," Jiang Ya said, "Go to sleep."

Later, Tang Heng did slowly fall asleep, perhaps because the antipyretic medicine took effect.He didn't know when he fell asleep, he just felt very uncomfortable in a trance, his throat was as dry and hoarse as if he had swallowed a handful of rust, his nose was completely blocked again, he breathed with his mouth open, and his tongue and throat seemed to be congested. fire.And Wuhan is so cold, it is cold fire.

When I woke up again, I was sweating profusely, and the quilt was still wrapped around my body.The sky outside the window was gray, and it was impossible to tell what time it was.

Fu Liling was sleeping on the sofa beside her, and Jiang Ya had already left.

"Mom..." Tang Heng realized that his voice was terribly hoarse, almost like a duck's voice, "What time is it?"

"Hey, are you awake?" Fu Liling got up wrapped in a blanket, and touched Tang Heng's forehead, "It's past eight o'clock."

"It's still dark."

"It's cloudy, and the forecast says it will snow today."

"Hmm...I want to drink water."

"Come on, drink slowly." Fu Liling unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup, and brought the rim of the cup to his lips.

The warm water slowly flowed into his throat, and Tang Heng felt much more comfortable.Although the nose is still blocked badly, but at least the headache is gone.

Even when I think of Li Yuechi, it doesn't hurt anymore.

"You say you are like this, how can I rest assured that you will go abroad?" Fu Liling put down the water glass and sighed, "Who will take you to the hospital when you have a fever, who will take care of you, who will feed you water and medicine... How can I be relieved? down."

Tang Heng remained silent, his mind was full of other things.

That is, what is the situation between him and Li Yuechi now?

He really has no experience in quarreling with his lover, let alone a lover, and he has never had such an argument with a friend.But he also felt that they were not just "quarrelling". It didn't mean that everyone was unhappy, and after a few quarrels, they were happy, and then they reconciled logically—that's not the case.

Li Yuechi lied to him for Tian Xiaoqin, of course, he also tempted Li Yuechi with a lie.

He still didn't know why Li Yuechi didn't listen to him sing, did Tian Xiaoqin need comfort so urgently?

Of course, the more important thing is, now, are he and Li Yuechi still in love?

They won't... just break up like this.

This thought made Tang Heng suddenly nervous. He was so nervous that he wanted to immediately grab his cell phone and dial Li Yuechi's number. Break up?impossible.He absolutely, absolutely does not accept it.He would rather bow his head and apologize, and would rather let this matter be confused, and never accept the breakup.

Tang Heng crawled out of bed, wearing only a pair of short pajama pants.In an instant, goosebumps appeared on his skin. It was so cold that Tang Heng pulled out the charging phone and quickly got back under the blanket.

There was a text message from Jiang Ya on the phone, which was sent half an hour ago, saying that he and An Yun would come to see him at night.

There was a text message from An Yun, about the same time as Jiang Ya, asking him if his fever had subsided.

Going forward, it was posted by Lin Lang after the game last night, after one o'clock in the morning, seven hours ago.

Although it was written in words, her excitement jumped onto the screen:

You guys are amazing! ! !Group number one! ! !

Excited?If I heard this news after the game last night, I would probably be very excited.But now, seven hours later, it seemed that the excitement had passed, and Tang Heng didn't feel so happy or surprised.

He put down his phone wearily, just thinking: Li Yuechi didn't contact him.

Incoming calls, text messages, nothing at all.

How could he bear it?