sun washed by spring rain

45. The tears that fall leave behind wisdom

After the concert, Yan Qianming followed Zhang Ke and returned to City B the next day.

The night before, Zhang Ke had a long chat with Dr. Liang.Yan Qianming also followed, but he secretly sat behind them and observed their every move.

It's not that Zhang Ke and the others didn't notice Yan Qianming, they just took his funny behavior as a joke and didn't see through it.

The content of the chat between the two was basically just gossip. Dr. Liang tactfully didn't talk about the past that Zhang Ke didn't want to mention, and he didn't touch on some personal questions.

In fact, Dr. Liang is very curious about Yan Qianming, but seeing that Zhang Ke always avoids Yan Qianming intentionally or unintentionally, he can only let this topic go.

We haven't seen each other for several years, and Zhang Ke still hasn't let go of it for a while, but he is an acquaintance after all, and the two of them gradually chatted warmly after a while.

Zhang Ke enthusiastically told Dr. Liang the address of the Happiness Restaurant, and Dr. Liang also promised to try Zhang Ke's handicrafts when he had time.

This time, reminiscing about the old days ended so simply and happily.

But it was Yan Qianming who was unhappy, watching the two chatting with smiles all over his face.However, he kept his face dark until he returned to City B.

In fact, Yan Qianming has a lot of things to do every day. The branch office has just settled in City B, and many places are not perfect. He sometimes needs to handle large and small matters.

But these are just trivial matters. What really troubles Yan Qianming is his relationship with Zhang Ke, and the procrastination will never reach a peaceful divorce agreement...

Today, I was busy until very late again, but no matter how busy or late, Yan Qianming would definitely go to the Happiness Restaurant.

I arrived in a hurry, but fortunately, the door was still open, so my visit was not in vain.

"Zhang Ke, I want to eat shredded chicken noodles in clear soup!" Yan Qian is already familiar with this routine tomorrow, and he also knows that Zhang Ke has already been helpless with his thick skin. Although he won't respond, most of them still won't I went back hungry.

It was late, and there were no other customers in the store, so Yan Qianming found a table and sat down, took off the suit jacket that had restrained him all day and put it aside, and breathed a sigh of relief all over his body.Only when he came to Zhang Ke could he truly feel relaxed.

"Boss Yan, here comes your face."

The steaming chicken shredded noodles in clear soup was delivered to him, but the person delivering the noodles was not what Yan Qianming expected.

"Why are you? You haven't got off work so late? Where's your master?" Zhang Ke wasn't there, so Yan Qianming was naturally not in the mood to eat noodles.He straightened up and poked his head to look left and right, but he didn't find the figure of that person.

"Oh, my master, he seems to have gone to the concert and felt a little uncomfortable after he came back. He gave me the key this afternoon and asked me to close the business, so he left alone. I calculated the time, you today I should come, I’m afraid you won’t be able to eat noodles and get hungry again, so we’ll close the business after you come. But let’s make it clear in advance that you can’t bully me when my master isn’t here, and you still have to pay for the meal.” Jiang Zheng said. He kept talking a lot, but Yan Qianming couldn't listen to anything since he heard that Zhang Ke felt a little uncomfortable.

"Give me his key!" Yan Qianming interrupted Jiang Zheng before he could finish speaking.

He had seen Zhang Ke close the door, and knew that he had the habit of stringing all the keys together. Since he had given Jiang Zheng the store key, he would definitely use the spare one to open the door when he returned home.

"Ah? Why do you want the key?" Jiang Zheng groaned, confused.

"Hurry up and give it to me!" Yan Qianming didn't tell him anything. Zhang Ke, who was so stubborn, went home early, so it must not be a minor illness.

After all, Jiang Zheng was still young, and suddenly he was a little overwhelmed by Yan Qianming's yelling.Thinking that Yan Qianming was an acquaintance and not a bad person, he curled his lips and took out the key hesitantly.

Jiang Zheng was embarrassed, but Yan Qianming still thought he was slow.Jiang Zheng put his hand into his pocket, and Yan Qianming snatched the bunch of keys as soon as he showed his head, and ran away in a hurry.

"Hey! You took the key away! How can I close the door!?" Jiang Zheng reacted and yelled at the door twice, but Yan Qianming's suit jacket was still there, but he was gone.

Yan Qianming was very anxious along the way, Zhang Ke's physical condition has always been his heart disease.

In the past, Zhang Ke had always been strong and strong, able to do all kinds of hard work, and he didn't necessarily get sick once in a few years.But now, although on the surface it looks the same as before, the lining has been hollowed out.

I remember the first time I ran into Zhang Ke's abdominal pain, the posture that could torture half of a person's life when it was serious, really scared Yan Qianming a lot.

"Hey." Yan Qianming sighed, worrying about one person all the time, it was such a feeling.So back then, Zhang Ke himself was also like this...

Arriving at the door of Zhang Ke's house, Yan Qianming had the key in his hand, but he didn't dare to open the door rashly. In case there was nothing wrong with the key, and he was happily watching TV at home, he just opened the door and went in. Maybe Zhang Ke would call the police directly. , he was also charged with breaking and entering private houses...

Yan Qianming made a phone call first, and he could hear the phone ringing through the door, Zhang Ke was at home.But he didn't answer the phone, Yan Qianming was a little anxious.

"Zhang Ke! Zhang Ke! Are you at home?" Yan Qianming knocked on the door, but there was still no response. This time he didn't care so much, and opened the door directly with the key.

It's been a while since the last time I came here, and the room is still a mess, with all kinds of opened and unopened snack bags pushed on the coffee table.Zhang Ke has really changed a lot in the past two years. He lives alone and doesn't cook or clean the house anymore.

There was a slight and even breathing sound in the room, Yan Qianming took a few steps in, his steps were very light, and he took every step carefully.

Zhang Ke was at home, curled up in the bed and sleeping soundly. He was tightly wrapped in a thick quilt, with only his eyes exposed and his nose breathing.The phone was lying on the ground... Presumably it was disturbed by the call from Yan Qianming just now, and it was thrown to the ground.

Seeing that Zhang Ke was sleeping soundly, Yan Qianming's hanging heart was finally relieved.

Yan Qianming slowly sat on the side of the bed, looking at Zhang Ke's sleeping face with some distress.The movement of curling up proved that this person was very insecure. He clearly remembered that Zhang Ke in the past did not fall asleep like this.

How much change can make a person have so many changes?In life, in habits, in character...

Why did he miss so much... What he missed made him unable to imagine what Zhang Ke was going through before.

Yan Qianming shook his head helplessly, he suddenly realized that if he could just watch this person's sleeping face quietly, his heart would overflow with warmth.It was so warm that he wanted to stop time, so he could just keep watching.

Yan Qianming raised his hand suddenly, wanting to touch this man's cheek, but he was afraid that he would wake up, and his heart beat like a thief.After a long time of mental struggle, Yan Qianming's hand still stroked his heart gently.

The slightly moist touch gave Yan Qianming a bad feeling.He touched the whole palm of his hand, sure enough, the palm was hot, but covered with cold sweat.

Yan Qianming was startled, and quickly pulled Zhang Ke's quilt down to reveal his entire face.

The cheeks that were not covered by the quilt were flushed, and even the sound of breathing was much heavier than before.

"Zhang Ke, Zhang Ke, wake up!" Yan Qianming's voice has changed in a hurry, and he carefully shakes Zhang Ke to wake him up, for fear that he is not asleep but in a coma.

Fortunately, after a while, Zhang Ke opened his eyes.Waking up suddenly, Zhang Ke's eyes were red and bloodshot. He was a little confused, as if he didn't know what happened.

"Zhang Ke, you have a fever. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Let's go to the hospital." Yan Qian frowned anxiously.But the person who had a fever didn't have that consciousness at all.He glanced around a few times, as if he didn't notice Yan Qianming, wrapped the quilt again, turned over, and continued to sleep.

"Zhang Ke, Zhang Ke, don't sleep so stuffy, you're feverish! You're sweating all over, do you know that!" Yan Qianming didn't dare to delay, Zhang Ke's forehead was terribly hot. .

After Yan Qianming finished speaking, he reached into the quilt and pulled Zhang Ke's arm, trying to lift him up slowly.

"Damn it, are you fucking sick! Don't disturb me sleeping!" Zhang Ke was awakened again, obviously angry, he pushed Yan Qianming away and cursed angrily, then tightened the quilt, and fell back.

46. The tears that fall leave behind wisdom

Zhang Ke went back to sleep and was woken up twice in succession, at this time his anger was very high.Yan Qianming didn't dare to disturb him anymore, but he couldn't let him continue to burn like this. Seeing the man fall asleep again, Yan Qianming sighed softly, took the key and went downstairs.

He took a general look, Zhang Ke was at home, and really didn't cook... The refrigerator was there, it seemed to be just a decoration, and there was nothing else except junk food.Everything in the kitchen is also new and cannot be new... Is Zhang Ke really doing enough as a chef?

As soon as Zhang Ke's temper became stubborn, Yan Qianming really had nothing to do with him. After persuading him for so long to go to the hospital, the man just refused to listen, let alone this time...

Yan Qianming went to the pharmacy with a bitter face, and bought a thermometer, antipyretics, and medical alcohol... After thinking about it, he was afraid that the person would bump into him again, and he didn't pay attention, so he simply carried a medicine box. Prepare everything and come back.

Although Yan Qianming has also experienced hard times, it is the first time for him to take care of others.Zhang Ke had always taken care of him before, but now the feng shui has finally turned and it is his turn to take care of Zhang Ke.

Imagination is always easier than actual operation. Zhang Ke has already lost his temper once, and now he still wraps himself up in a ball and falls asleep peacefully.Yan Qianming, who was standing beside him, tiptoed around, holding things around anxiously, but he didn't know where to start.

He was bold, and carefully touched Zhang Ke's forehead again. The heat didn't show any sign of abating, it was still so hot, and because of the heat, Zhang Ke's eyelids were like a thousand pieces of gold, and he slept even more deeply.

Yan Qianming's heart tightened, even if he was beaten to death by the angry Zhang Ke this time, he couldn't care less.

The most important thing now is to reduce Zhang Ke's fever first.

Yan Qianming slowly lifted Zhang Ke's quilt, the outside air entered the quilt, Zhang Ke shrank back immediately, but I don't know if he has been tortured by the heat and has no strength, the same hot eyelids just move It moved, but it didn't open.

Yan Qianming looked at Zhang Ke and moved his eyelids, thinking that he was woken up by himself again, so he hurriedly comforted him in shock.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's rub alcohol and it will be fine in a while."

Zhang Ke didn't respond, Yan Qianming breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly rubbed alcohol on Zhang Ke.

Zhang Ke's body was much hotter than his forehead, and his whole body was like a big fire cage. Yan Qianming's heart was astringent, and his sharp nose was sore.

Has this guy never been able to take care of himself... Is it so stubborn to fight every time he gets sick?So is the abdominal pain, so is the fever... So, what if he doesn't come today?Zhang Ke was bored in the room by himself...

Yan Qianming couldn't think anymore...

"Cold..." Zhang Ke was a little confused, his whole body was limp, and he was already a little confused, letting Yan Qianming manipulate him.

"Is it cold?"

This cold word, so soft that it was almost inaudible, slapped Yan Qianming's heart like a drop of water.He put Zhang Ke's arm after wiping the alcohol back into the quilt, and he didn't forget to tuck the corner of the quilt.

In memory, Zhang Ke is rarely so vulnerable...

Zhang Ke is taller than Yan Qian and has a stronger body.They had fought, and Yan Qianming had never won.Zhang Ke loves sports, and few people can beat him.This person can endure hardships, no matter how dirty or tiring the work is, he is fine with it.And this is such a young man who should be full of energy and vitality, but now he is so limp on the bed... Finally showing his fragile side, he can say cold, he can say pain...

Yan Qianming took a breath, trying not to make a choking sound.

I remember the first time I ran into Zhang Ke with abdominal pain... He knelt down on the ground, holding his abdomen with his hands, almost bent into a circle.Her hair was wet and her head was on the floor.I was so scared and wanted to help him, but he just carried it like this, and when he really couldn't stand it, he just hummed and didn't say a word of pain... He was so strong... Until he couldn't stand it, he was a little delirious I couldn't figure it out, so I blurted out a word that hurts...

It's the same this time...Maybe, he only forgot to put on the hard protective shell when he was unconscious.

It's okay, I will protect you from now on...

Yan Qianming reached out and stroked the wet hair next to Zhang Ke's ear, feeling firm in his heart.

Zhang Ke rubbed alcohol all over his body, and the heat subsided a little, Yan Qianming heaved a sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxed a bit.He held Zhang Ke's hand tightly, maybe he was tired too. He wanted to take a nap at first, but he fell asleep just leaning against the bed... Yan Qianming didn't know how long he slept. When he woke up, it was Zhang Ke. Waking up with a groan of pain...

Sometimes he would come here for whatever he was really afraid of. No, he just recalled Zhang Ke's miserable state when he had abdominal pain. Zhang Ke committed this problem again. What's more frightening is that even the heat that had just subsided also made a comeback.

"No, I have to go to the hospital!"

Zhang Ke's cheeks were flushed, and he was dazed with fever. He hugged his abdomen and shivered, and couldn't help moaning in pain.

Yan Qianming looked at his watch, it was already past one o'clock in the morning...

Damn it!He has been asleep for so long!

"Come on, Zhang Ke, let's go to the hospital!" Yan Qianming no longer hesitated, and lifted the quilt directly.This time Zhang Ke didn't insist on going anymore, he no longer had the strength to be stubborn.

Yan Qianming carried Zhang Ke on his back, wrapped him up in his clothes, and went downstairs carefully step by step.

The floor of Zhang Ke's house is not low. Yan Qianming carried him on his back, and walked cautiously with every step. After a while, he broke out in sweat, and the person behind him snorted again in a daze. sunk...

Memories poured in like a tide, and he seemed to be lying on a warm back in a daze like this... The man's steps were steady, and each step carried his weight steadily.

It was him and only him.

The down-and-out self... the decadent self... the mud-like self... the self that even Yan Qianming once despised...

Why can you accept it...

"Zhang Ke..." Yan Qianming sniffed, turned his head and tried hard to see Zhang Ke's drowsy face, and finally couldn't help sobbing softly.