My deskmate always wants to heal me

Zhou Zichen:? ? ? ?When you are sick, the family can't wait to confess to you and drive you out of the house?Are you kidding me?

Zhou Zichen: All right, I'll treat you. Quickly, I'll meet you at the back door.

Zhou Xun picked up his phone and took a photo of the yard and sent it.

Three seconds later, Zhou Zichen called directly.

"Fuck, where are you?"

"Don't understand?" Zhou Xun replied lazily, "I was kicked out of my house."

"My day." Zhou Zichen was angry, "I said that your stepmother is not a thing, but her second uncle. You are like this, what else does she want? Let that little oil bottle take over?"

Zhou Xun coughed a few times, yawned and felt sleepy: "Okay, you can play by yourself. If I can go back alive, I will go out with you again."

"Xiao Xun, you can't let her be like this. I don't think that woman is a good person. She has been clinging to my second uncle for so many years. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that what is she after? Isn't she just out for money..."

"Okay, I'm tired." Zhou Xun was irritated when he heard that, "You don't care what she's up to, that's Zhou Shenming's business, it has nothing to do with me, and don't call me a little oil bottle, little Babies have names."

"Xiao Xun, you are so kind..." Zhou Zichen was annoyed, but he didn't dare to say anything more. Although Zhou Xun didn't like that little oil bottle, he never bullied him, "Xiao Xun, Don't worry, I'll tell my dad to get you back, as long as my dad speaks, your dad will definitely listen, the second uncle must have been bewitched by that woman this time."

"Let's talk about it." If he really planned to take him back, he would have taken him back. It's been almost a week, and there is no movement at all. I guess this time it was for real, and he insisted on coming to this poor place to suffer.

"Hang up." Zhou Xun rubbed his neck, feeling very tired.

"Hey..." Zhou Zichen hurriedly shouted, "Where are you, give me your address, and I'll go and check on you."

"No need." The stuffy air in the air made Zhou Xun feel that he could not breathe smoothly, and he was very irritable, "Just collect my body when I die."

Zhou Xun hung up the phone, felt a compelling gaze, and couldn't help turning his head to look over, only to see Uncle Chen looking at him with a sullen face.

"Xiao Xun, don't talk about death in the future, how uncomfortable is your mother's heart?"

Zhou Xun couldn't help but let out a short laugh, and then began to cough violently. Uncle Chen hurriedly came over to pat him on the back and gave him a sip of water. Zhou Xun finally recovered and leaned weakly on the recliner, not forgetting The previous topic, with a look of indifference: "My mother has been dead for almost 20 years, and she was reincarnated early. If she hadn't been reincarnated, I will accompany her after a while and do my filial piety to her."

It may be because he has been ill for too long, or it may be the reason why everyone has said that Zhou Xun will not live long since he was sensible. Zhou Xun does not shy away from the word "death", but Chen Bo feels like something is choked in his heart. Like, very uncomfortable.

Uncle Chen took down the quilt that was drying on the shelf in the yard, and said, "The quilt is quite soft after drying. You are tired, so I just put it on for you. You can sleep for a while."

Zhou Xun leaned on the recliner, propped his chin with one hand, and squinted at Uncle Chen: "Have we not seen each other for a few years?"

"You were 12 years old when I left your house, and now you are 17 years old, five years." Chen Bo smiled, looking at Zhou Xun's pretty but a little too fair face, "Time flies so fast. , You were less than 1.5 meters when I left, but now you are all over 1.8 meters."

"Yeah, time flies." Zhou Xun straightened his long legs and stretched his waist, "Why, Zhou Shenming didn't give you enough money when you left? I think you are very handy at collecting waste products. Isn't it a day or two?"

An unnatural look flashed across Uncle Chen's face, but it was only for a moment, and he still smiled the next second: "Your father gave me a lot of money, enough to spend the rest of my life, but when I get old, I have to find Do something, so that you can live longer, sitting all day, you may get Alzheimer's."

"Really?" Zhou Xun stood up from the recliner and walked into the house, "Your hobby is really down-to-earth. Playing chess and playing birds is better than collecting garbage."

Uncle Chen followed him with his quilt in his arms, and went into the room to the west to spread a quilt for Zhou Xun.

Zhou Xun leaned against the wall as if he had no bones, his face was sullen and he was not energetic.

"Is there something uncomfortable?" Uncle Chen was a little worried.

Zhou Xun lay down on the bed, pulled a thin blanket over his body, and closed his eyes: "It will be good to rest for a while, and I will get used to it." He has never been refreshed since he was born, and he has never known what it feels like to be a healthy person In a trance, I thought that this kind of drowsiness, weakness in limbs, and sometimes coughing for a long time when I couldn't catch my breath every day was the state that normal people should have.

Chen Bo paused, but in the end he closed the door and went out without saying anything else.

Zhou Xun has been in Chen County for four days, and his body has not recovered from the long-distance Benz. He has not been energetic these days, and basically spends it lying down.

Moreover, when he came to a strange environment, everything was not going his way. He was not satisfied with what he was eating, what he was wearing, what he was living in, and even going to the bathroom made him feel depressed. Naturally, there is no comparison.

The first day Zhou Xun came here to sleep on this bed, his back was sore. Chen Bote deliberately changed this bed for him. It is said that he spent a lot of money to buy it, but he still felt uncomfortable no matter how he slept. He only had that bed at home. A mattress costs tens of thousands.

If you are not used to it, you have to get used to it. Zhou Shenming just sent it to him, and now he will definitely not be able to go back, and he has no money on him, and he does not know the way. He has never traveled far, and he does not know how to take a train, a plane, or a bus If he has never been in the car, he will call at most. If he is asked to go back by himself, he really can't go back.

Even if he could go back, he didn't want to be kicked out and go back in a shameless manner.

After rolling on the bed for most of the night, Zhou Xun slowly fell asleep when it was almost dawn.

"His uncle and his second uncle are both uncles, and the high tables and low benches are all made of wood..."

When the music started, the person on the bed was startled and frowned slightly. After a while, the music continued, and then he reached out to fumble for the phone. Who is so unscrupulous to call before dawn, and still has such a tacky ringtone.

Zhou Xun closed his eyes and pressed the button for a long time, but the ringtone was still ringing. Zhou Xun was so disturbed that his mind gradually became clear. Whether it was a phone or an alarm clock, there was no such ringtone in his mobile phone.

Zhou Xun opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the mobile phone in his hand. There was nothing wrong with the black screen of the mobile phone, and the music was not uploaded from his mobile phone.

At this time, he also discovered that the sound of the music was not actually in his room. At the same time, the sound of the music stopped, and the room returned to the silence of the morning.

Zhou Xun frowned, without thinking too much, he simply threw the phone away, pulled the quilt over his body, and closed his eyes again.

Maybe an illusion.

A hallucination caused by terminal illness.

"His uncle and his second uncle are his uncles. The high tables and low benches are all made of wood..."

"Fuck..." Zhou Xun opened his eyes suddenly, this time he found the direction of the sound, the sound came from the next door, but it wasn't Chen Bo's room, but the next door that was separated from him by the wall.

After finally falling asleep, he was woken up by this inexplicable music, so Zhou Xun was extremely irritable.

Zhou Xun turned over and covered his head with the quilt to isolate his uncle and his second uncle. Half a minute later, he suddenly lifted the quilt and began to gasp for breath, his already fair face became even paler. The ringing of "his uncle" finally stopped, Zhou Xun panted for a while before gradually calming down, after such a toss, his whole body became weak, and his back was covered with sweat.

"His uncle, his second uncle..."

The music that had nearly sent him away began for the third time.

Zhou Xun sat up quickly, picked up the glass on the desk beside him and threw it out. The glass hit the wall and then fell to the floor with a loud noise, and the glass shards scattered in all directions.

"What's the matter?" Hearing the voice, Uncle Chen hurriedly came in from outside the house and pushed the door of Zhou Xun's house directly, and the door hit the wall with a muffled sound.

Zhou Xun leaned against the head of the bed, his chest heaved sharply, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was extremely ugly.

"What's the matter?" Chen Bo was taken aback, and hurried over to touch Zhou Xun's forehead, "Don't have a fever."

Zhou Xun is not in good health. Throughout the year, he always has a cold and a fever several times. It takes one or two months at a time. He issued a critical illness notice several times. Although he was not at Zhou's house in the past few years, when he called to ask Zhou Xun's situation, he was not very good. He was always sick for most of the year.

"It's okay." Zhou Xun pursed his lips, slid onto the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and closed his eyes.

Feeling that Zhou Xun's forehead didn't look like he had a fever, Uncle Chen heaved a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat with a tissue, and asked cautiously, "Since you're awake, drink the medicine first, and go to bed after drinking it." OK?"

The person on the bed closed his eyes and said nothing, his brows furrowed in disgust.

The meaning is self-evident, do not drink.

Uncle Shen looked at his beautiful but sickly white face, sighed softly, then went to the courtyard to get a broom and a dustpan to sweep up the glass shards. So as not to accidentally hurt Zhou Xun by leaking glass balls.