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"Fuck," Zhao Mingting hung up the phone, and quickly walked out of the airport with his suitcase.

"Where are you going?" An old man was wearing a white sweater and old black Beijing cloth shoes, walking slowly over with his hands behind his back, followed by four or five people carrying large bags.

"Grandpa." Zhao Mingting turned around and called out.

"Ask you?" Grandma pulled Zhao Mingting's arm, "What did your grandpa ask you?"

Grandpa snorted with his nose, and his eyes were shining brightly in the deep-set eye sockets.

"Master, my friend lost contact, I'll go to his house to see." Zhao Mingting said.

"Go home first." The old man's voice was thick and powerful, and every sentence seemed to be giving orders, and there was no room for negotiation.

"Master." Zhao Mingting shouted, not lacking in a coquettish tone.

"What are you doing! Let you go home first." The old man glared at him, his brows furrowed, and his eyes became icy cold, making people look like they had fallen into an ice cave in the cold winter months.

Zhao Mingting froze on the spot and refused to move. The old man took a few steps towards the door, then turned around again, "Give the things to your dad, you go quickly."

Zhao Mingting immediately smiled, agreed again and again, threw the suitcase to his father and ran out the door.

The old man also seemed to have finally found his grandfather's identity. Pointing at Zhao Mingting's back, he opened his mouth, revealing the few white teeth left, and said to his wife while smiling, "It's like someone removed his cage!" .”

"It's not something you're used to." Grandma curled her lips aside.

"It's just what I'm used to, what's wrong," the old man straightened his back, "My only son and only grandson, why can't I get used to it."

Grandma patted him on the back, "If you say that again and your daughter hears it, it's making trouble again."

The old man grinned, "No, it's a private conversation between the two of us." The old man pointed at himself and his wife with his fingers.

Dong dong dong, the door was knocked several times, but no one answered.

Zhao Mingting glanced at the few families nearby, but fortunately no one came out, or they were disturbing public life.

The number you have dial can not be reached.Zhao Mingting dialed He Zhixu's phone again without giving up, and the cold female voice on the phone triggered the last thread of his reason.

"Fuck, I don't believe you won't come out." Zhao Mingting kicked the closed door shut.

"I know you're home." When Zhao Mingting yelled these words, he suddenly thought of Aunt Xue, but for the first time he couldn't laugh.Zhao Mingting pressed his forehead against the door panel, "Come out, what happened?"

He clenched his right hand into a fist and knocked, "Come out, I'm worried about you."

"I'm worried about you."

Gradually, his right hand lost all strength, and he just hit it habitually, without the momentum to pay for it at the beginning.

"What's the matter, young man?" An old woman came out from a nearby resident.

"Oh, grandma is fine." Zhao Mingting immediately stood up.

"Aren't you going to open the door for you?" Grandma pointed to Hezhi Xu's closed door.

"...Mmm." Zhao Mingting bowed his head in response.

"It's okay, maybe she was angry, and it will be fine when she calms down." Grandma lifted the vegetable basket hanging on her arm, "Why are you making your girlfriend angry again?"

... Zhao Mingting suddenly opened his eyes wide and didn't know what to say.

Grandma smiled and waved her hand, "I don't want to inquire."

Grandma must have gone out to buy vegetables, Zhao Mingting thought, he might still be standing here when grandma came back from shopping.

Why are you so angry?

He turned his head and tried to see through the cat's eyes.

Sigh, it was the sound of the doorknob being pressed down, Zhao Mingting swallowed immediately, and before the door was fully opened, he squeezed in through a small crack in the door.

"You finally..." Before he finished speaking, a stiff body leaned against his chest, startling him.

That body didn't seem to have the strength to support it, and seeing that it was about to slide down Zhao Mingting, he quickly wrapped his arms around his waist, and grabbed the cold hand with his right hand.

"...What's wrong with you?" Zhao Mingting said.

What responded to him was an unconscious, half-dead body.

and a house full of cold air.

Zhao Mingting moved He Zhixu to the sofa and looked at the air conditioner turned on to the lowest temperature of 16.He wanted to find the remote control panel to turn off the air conditioner, but he searched the living room many times but couldn't find it. It was too cold, so he pulled out the plug.

Who knew that Xu was still in a coma, Zhao Mingting looked at his blue lips, and shook his cold hand again.

Is this guy trying to freeze himself to death?

It's really a comfortable way, in this hot day.

Zhao Mingting put his arms around his shoulders and touched his goose bumped arm, "How long will it take?"

How long does it take for the temperature to drop so low?

No, it is impossible to freeze a person to death after driving for a long time!

Zhao Mingting suddenly realized this, he touched He Zhixu's forehead with one hand, it was so hot.

Sure enough, it was very hot.

"Damn, do you have a fever?"

Zhao Mingting helped He Zhixu up, found the thermometer from the drawer of the coffee table, and inserted it into He Zhixu's armpit. "Do you have medicine at home?"

Still no answer.

"Damn it, forget about burning to death." Zhao Mingting finally took the key from the shoe cabinet in the entrance, and ran to the pharmacy in the community to buy some antipyretics.

Who knew that Xu was still lying on the sofa in all directions, Zhao Mingting sat beside him and took out the thermometer, it was over 40 degrees.

"Crazy, crazy." Zhao Mingting threw the medicine aside, letting He Zhi Xu Da half of his body lay on his back, "It's really heavy."

Zhao Mingting sighed.

Fortunately, there is a small-scale community hospital below the community. After Zhao Mingting called He Zhixu to the emergency room, the doctor pushed him in and gave him some special injections.

When we saw He Zhixu again, He Zhixu was already lying on the hospital bed with a hanging bottle in his left hand.

"Doctor, when will you wake up?" Zhao Mingting asked.

The doctor inserted the needle in his hand, "Hurry up, a few hours."

Zhao Mingting sat on the small bench and looked at the people on the hospital bed, what's going on?

The person who called him before going on a trip and asked him to bring a raincoat and some thick clothes, and who pinched his nose to hold his breath when flying, and his ears no longer hurt, why did he lie down first when he came back?

He didn't know that Xu was not the kind of light sleeper who was fainted from burning, and could talk nonsense while talking nonsense, as if he was really asleep, without saying a word.

A faint breath could be felt while lying on his chest.

…Zhao Mingting supported the bed on both sides, and pushed his face away from He Zhixu’s chest. From the corner of his eye, he looked at the patients and family members who were staring at him on both sides, …he couldn’t just lie on his stomach and listen to his breathing all the time. .

Zhao Mingting stared at He Zhi Xu gradually's blood-colored face, while looking at the time boredly, "The doctor is really accurate, it's really not ahead of schedule by a few hours."

He watched the time change from five o'clock to eight o'clock, touched his empty stomach, and thought about going out to buy something to eat, when he just stood up, his foot knocked down the small stool he was sitting on, and he bent down to help it.

Just when he straightened the stool and got up, he heard Hezhi Xu yelling "Dad" in a daze.

This word, Zhao Mingting and He Zhixu have never heard him say it in a month of dating.

Immediately afterwards, He Zhixu called out "Mom."

According to the analysis just now, Zhao Mingting believes that this should not refer to the beautiful women who are still in the United States.

Then he looked at He Zhixu and narrowed his eyes.

The author has something to say: I played too hi yesterday and didn't update it, so I made it up today.