Xiao Lang Jing

Zhao Meng panicked and was also afraid.From the moment he found out that something was wrong with Song Qiran, he kept his face dark. Zhao Dong and Zhao Lin didn't know what happened to their elder brother suddenly, and no one dared to talk to him on the way down the mountain.

The first thing Zhao Meng did when he got home was to go back to his room. He dug out Song Qiran's medicine bottle from his suitcase. He poured out all the medicine and counted it back and forth several times. It was true that he took one pill a day according to the amount. , Song Qiran didn't lie to him, and he didn't take less. After counting the medicines, he panicked even more.

It was only the second attack, Song Qiran was in such pain in front of him, if it happened again, to what extent?Zhao Meng was at a loss. He closed the door, walked around the room, took out his mobile phone to make a call, flipped through the list of contacts from the beginning to the end and back to the beginning, and threw the phone on the bed in annoyance.Song Qiran stopped him, snatched the bottle from Zhao Meng without hesitation, poured out two pills, stuffed them all into his mouth, and swallowed them in front of Zhao Meng.

"Okay," he said, "I'll try to increase the dose, I'll go to bed early, rest more, relax as much as possible, I'll try whatever you ask, but your family is next door, if you don't want them to worry , just smile."

Zhao Meng smiled, very ugly.

He remembered what Song Qiran said while driving on the highway from Qinghe, if he could not find a cure for the sequelae, he might not choose to live in pain all his life.

Song Qiran said. "Maybe I can only die."

All the panic came back the moment Zhao Meng recalled that sentence. Zhao Meng grabbed Song Qiran's arms and pulled him into his arms. , chin, he didn't touch Song Qiran's lips, he wanted to, but he turned his head away the moment before touching, as if he had done something that shouldn't be done, his reason was squeezed to the edge of the cliff, but there was still a trace of hesitation.

Song Qiran was surprised.After the time when he came back from Qinghe, Zhao Meng never kissed him again.Zhao Meng is very kind to him, sometimes he deliberately wants to provoke that person, touch him, or even do some cross-border things. whole set.But they don't kiss, and Zhao Meng never takes the initiative to do anything to him before he first shows obvious signs of wanting to be close.

Song Qiran opened his eyes, his nerves were still somewhat numb after the headache passed, and his expression was blank.

He heard Zhao Mengtie whispering in his ear:

"Don't be stupid. I'll find a way, and I'll fix you."

fudge?Song Qiran thought dully, what foolish thing could he do, he wanted to stay by Zhao Meng's side for the rest of his life, wishing he could live longer than anyone else without illness or disaster.Otherwise, he wouldn't have swallowed the medicine hastily.The dose of medicine is a very precise thing. According to Song Qiran's cautious, precise and step-by-step character in the past, he would never do such impulsive things.

But Zhao Meng seemed to believe that he was under some kind of great pressure, and he was in shock because of it, Song Qiran could see it.

He never dreamed that it was his turn to say that to Zhao Meng:

"No, I will always be with you, and I won't leave."

Zhao Meng didn't say anything, he hugged the person who repeated the promise to him until his breathing calmed down.

Then he opened the door and went out like a normal person, took out the dandelion from the plastic bag he carried back, spread it on the plastic sheet in the yard, washed his hands and face, washed his muddy feet, and took Song Qiran went to have dinner.

After dinner, he went to the grocery store in the countryside alone, and bought two daily necessities that Mrs. Zhao told him to buy, and two cartons of milk. Under the corner of the fence, with his back facing the country road, he called Wei Xiaolong.

"You have to agree to let me contact Yue Lan. Qi Ran has another attack, and this time it's more serious than last time. Didn't you take him for a diagnosis before? What did the doctor say?"

Wei Xiaolong was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone.He seemed to be breathing in, and it sounded like he was restraining something.

"I have something to tell you. The secretary has left Qinghe and came to the provincial capital." He said slowly, "When you come back, he wants to see you alone."

"Qiran's second uncle? Want to see me?" Zhao Meng was a little annoyed, he always felt that now was not the time to talk about it.

"Zhao Meng, things are more complicated than you think. Regarding Qiran's condition, there are many details that even I don't know. The secretary's attitude is very firm. You must talk to him before making a decision. Do you believe that?" Me, I will not harm Qiran."

"I've been waiting since your first showdown. Has any of you asked Qi Ran how he felt? Would he want to think about it? Would he want you to intervene? Will you be afraid, why the person you are looking for from the beginning to the end is me, what qualifications do I have to make choices on his behalf?"

Hearing that Zhao Meng's voice was obviously stained with a thin layer of anger, Wei Xiaolong sighed.

"You have the qualifications. He cares about you more than anyone else."

"Is this the reason?"

"This is." Wei Xiaolong interrupted him, although he knew that this would only make Zhao Meng more unhappy, but he still wanted to say, "This is the reason for everything I have done so far."

Zhao Meng, who came back from shopping, looked very bad.He settled everything he bought back, opened two packs of milk, plugged in a straw and went back to his room to find Song Qiran, who was leaning on the window sill looking at the stars in the sky.

He didn't know when he cleaned himself up, changed into a suit of clothes, and looked calm as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"The clouds are very thick, and the sky may change tomorrow." He looked at the moon and said to Zhao Meng.

Zhao Meng handed him a box of milk, and Song Qiran obediently bit the straw and drank it.

Next to the water tank in the front yard were some tools that had just been taken out of the utility room.While Zhao Meng was out shopping, Zhao Dong and Zhao's father had already cleaned them. Song Qiran glanced at them while chatting with Zhao's mother. Two buckets with several brushes, shovels, and scrapers thrown in the bucket.

"Are you still going to work tomorrow?" He asked Zhao Meng.

Zhao Meng recalled it for a while, and remembered that his brother had indeed mentioned such a thing before going out after dinner.

"My dad has rented a piece of wasteland on the mountain. It's not the time yet. It won't be opened until next year, but usually a temporary shed will be built on the land. When it is mature, the men in the family will spend the night in the shed. You can’t sleep at night, you have to watch all night, otherwise someone will come to steal the harvest, and sometimes animals will break into the field, and you have to drive away or kill them.”

"What animals will there be?"

"It's just foxes, bobcats, robes, and so on. Sometimes there are wild boars. I heard that there are wolves before, but now there are no more."

"Will that hurt?"

Zhao Meng smiled.

"No, they are afraid of fire and loud noises. But sometimes wild boars can damage the fence or the door of the shed, so it has to be built stronger. It's rare that I'm at home this year, so I'll do it."

"Then I'll go too." Song Qiran said without thinking.

"Okay." Zhao Meng replied softly.

"I heard from Zhao Lin that there are wild cherries in the mountains, and now they are in season to eat. They are very sour, but the aftertaste is a bit sweet."

Song Qiran looked up at Zhao Meng, Zhao Meng nodded his forehead.

After nightfall, it was already very quiet, and the whole village could hardly hear any human voices.Zhao Meng answered him, saying very little, but looking at him with serious eyes, very conniving.

"Okay." He still said, "I'll pick it for you."

Song Qiran got up from the window sill, it was a little cold after the sun went down, he rubbed his arms, said to Zhao Meng, "Go to bed early", and then climbed into the big bed and wrapped himself in a quilt.After a long time, Zhao Meng also gently closed the door, took off his shoes and climbed up.

He was about to turn off the light, but before pulling the light, he looked at Song Qiran's face half buried in the pillow, and asked:

"You said that as long as it is the method I propose, you will try it, right?"

Song Qiran was still asleep and said nothing, Zhao Meng bent down and stroked the hair blocking his eyes,

"But I'm not sure, there are always ways to make you hurt."

Song Qiran moved twice, and stretched out his hand from under the quilt to cover Zhao Meng's fingers.Zhao Meng heard his vague voice:

"I will only hurt if you hurt..."

Zhao Meng's heart throbbed inexplicably, even though he didn't understand the meaning of that sentence.

He woke up in the middle of the night as usual, and quietly left the sleeping Song Qiran to fetch water in the yard, and met Zhao Dong who was wrapped in a coat and sitting on the steps.

Zhao Dong didn't appear this time because Qi Ye happened to appear, he was waiting for Zhao Meng on purpose.

"Brother, you really ran out again." He saw Zhao Meng with dissatisfaction on his face, "I felt strange last night. Today, the second sister told me that Song Ge's body is very fragrant, so I realized it. Get up at night just to prepare hot water for him?"

Zhao Meng walked over and sat down next to his younger brother, unfolded his coat, and wrapped his shoulder joints tightly.

"Your Brother Song has never lived in the country. He doesn't know these things. He was brought home by me and he is also a guest. Isn't that what he should be."

"But you haven't seen you treat anyone so well before."

Zhao Dong muttered, and glanced at the row of windows behind which the lights were turned off.There was always some discomfort in his heart, so he pulled Zhao Meng back who was about to leave.

"Brother... What does Brother Song do in the provincial capital? What kind of person is he usually?"

Zhao Meng frowned.

"What are you asking these for?"

Zhao Dong had some hesitation on his face.

"I'm just... a little scared." He scratched his head.

"Who are you afraid of? Afraid of you, Brother Song?" Zhao Meng opened his eyes wide, and he couldn't believe what he heard. "What is there to be afraid of, isn't he nice to you?"

"It's good when you deliver things," Zhao Dong whispered, "It's also good when everyone goes up the mountain together. Brother Song speaks softly, like a girl. But when you're not around..."

"What happened while I was away?"

"Brother Song was also by my side when I was helping Dad organize the tools this afternoon. I unconsciously turned my head and found him looking at me. I haven't seen his eyes before, it's quite cold..."

Zhao Dong shrunk his neck, as if the hairy feeling on his back when he was stared at by Song Qiran returned to his body. He carefully recalled the details of getting along with Song Qiran, and he really couldn't think of anything that offended him. Without him, the more I thought about it, the more I felt puzzling.

He really wanted to ask Zhao Meng how he knew Song Qiran, and he also wanted to ask why the story about his elder brother finding a sister-in-law that he heard from the third aunt before did not continue, and why Zhao Meng didn't bring his girlfriend with him when he went home this time. An unknown man came back.His questions were all stuck in his throat, and Zhao Mengyi raised his hand and pressed them back.

Zhao Meng picked him up from the steps.

"You think too much. It's cold at night, and you have to get up early tomorrow. Go back to sleep." He pushed his younger brother, and before he left, he remembered something and told him, "Your brother Song said that the sky will change tomorrow. Remember to bring your raincoat."

It's Brother Song again.Zhao Dong was a little reluctant, nodded his head twice, and went back to his room with his slippers on.Zhao Meng was left in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.