Orientation sniping

That night, Jiang Jing pulled out two quilts and covered Ji Shurong with them, and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, lest he catch a cold.

I thought it would be good to sleep with my hands covered, but I didn't expect that when I woke up the next day, Ji Shurong's body was burning hot.

Jiang Jing was still a little drowsy at first, but now he was completely awakened.

Ji Shurong closed his eyes, his brows were furrowed, and his face was sickly pale.He has always had a shallow sleep, Jiang Jing woke up as soon as he moved, barely opened his eyelids and said, "Why did you wake up so early?"

"If I don't wake up, you'll have a high fever." Jiang Jing stuffed his exposed arms back under the quilt, and rolled out of bed without saying a word.

Ji Shurong's lips were chapped, and his voice was inaudible: "Where are you going?"

"Go get you medicine."

Jiang Jing ran to the living room barefoot, first boiled a pot of hot water, and held a water cup to feed Ji Shurong a few sips.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

This person is so sick that he still has to show off.

Jiang Jing pushed him back decisively, pursed his lips and said, "Lie down honestly, don't move around."

Ji Shurong didn't have the strength to resist, and was wrapped in layers of quilts by Jiang Jing, lying on the bed with messy hair.

His body seemed to have been coated with a layer of wax, and it was hot and uncomfortable, and it was difficult to even move his fingers.He was probably really a little confused, and his mind was so confused that he even forgot why he was sick.

Ji Shurong's gaze fell from his thin eyelids, and he saw the ceiling without the slightest light in his sight.

There was a roar in the ears, and all kinds of noisy voices mixed together, making people feel irritable and helpless.After a long time, he blinked lightly, and the memories of last night flooded back.

He has been indulging in messy and disorderly thoughts for the past few days. Even if he deliberately doesn't think about it, those messy pictures will rush to appear in front of him.So for a brief escape, he took a cold shower.

The moment the cold water hit his body, it was as if someone grabbed his collar and dragged him out of his endless thoughts.Both the muscles and the brain react reflexively, all the attention is forced to shift to the senses, every pore is bitingly cool, and there is no time to think about anything else.

For a moment, he wanted to drown in cold water.

Ji Shurong closed his eyes, and the appearance of himself lying in the deep sea gradually appeared in front of his eyes, his facial features were submerged in the sea water, and his body slowly fell.

As far as he could see was boundless blackness, as if vines were wrapped around his ankles, dragging him straight into the abyss.

Just when he was about to sink into the bottom of the sea, a white light suddenly appeared, and a familiar voice dragged him back from the dream to reality.

The heart sank heavily back into his chest, and the moment Ji Shurong opened his eyes, he felt as if he was in a trance for the rest of his life.

"Why is it still raining?" Jiang Jing hung up the curtains, looked at the gloomy sky outside and shook his head.

He turned his head and met last season's special gaze.

"There are no antipyretics and thermometers at home, so I'll go out for a while."

Only then did Ji Shurong notice that he had already changed his clothes.

"Let's sleep again." Jiang Jing said.

Ji Shurong looked at him quietly without saying a word.

Jiang Jing only thought that he was sick and had no energy to speak, so he walked over to tuck in the corner of the quilt, and tried the temperature of his forehead, it was still hot.

Jiang Jing didn't delay any longer, pulled his collar up to his chin, and hurried out without taking his umbrella.

The pattering rain washed the deserted streets, and the cold wind swept past, piercing through the clothes like silver needles, and the coldness penetrated every hole.

Panting, Jiang Jing rushed into the pharmacy and bought a bag of medicine.The doctor originally wanted to tell him "go to the hospital in time if the fever is severe", but when he looked up, he saw that the boy had disappeared.

Jiang Jing ran back against the wind, only after entering the house did he dare to breathe a sigh of relief.His clothes were half wet, and his messy hair was still dripping water. He took off his clothes and wiped them casually, and went into the bedroom with the medicine.

Ji Shurong had already sat up, turning his head to look out the window where the wind and rain were blowing.

Jiang Jing walked over in two steps, and handed the water glass in front of him: "Take the medicine first."

Ji Shurong's eyes slowly moved to his face, his eyebrows moved, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Go and change your clothes, don't catch a cold."

There was still damp rain on Jiang Jing's body, and his cold fingertips were warmed up by the water cup.He stuffed the cup into Ji Shurong's hand, stared at him and said, "I'll change after I take the medicine."

Ji Shurong took the medicine honestly, and his heavy eyes fell on him.

Jiang Jing pretended not to see, put the water glass aside, and took his temperature.

38.5°, not yet a high fever.

Only then did Jiang Jing feel relieved, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and changed into clean pajamas.

He is used to living alone, and he can get over a cold and fever by taking some medicine. It is the first time to take care of others. He always feels that he has not done enough, and he wishes to use all the methods that can reduce the fever on Ji Shurong.

So he took Ji Shuquan's temperature every half an hour, moistened his chapped lips with a cotton swab dipped in hot water, and wiped his forehead with a hot towel over and over again.

The antipyretics were accompanied by a strong sleeping effect, and Ji Shurong fell into a drowsy sleep, allowing him to move.

Jiang Jing tossed back and forth several times, and finally the fever subsided a little.

Ji Shurong didn't wake up in the afternoon, and Jiang Jing had never seen him sleep so deeply, several times he couldn't help reaching out to check his breath.

His breath was hot and long, and he stroked his fingers very regularly.

Ji Shurong was sleeping on his side, half of his exposed face was flushed sickly, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed, looking a little cold and distant.

In my impression, he was always smiling, as if he could handle everything with ease, as if he didn't care about anything.

So it was difficult for Jiang Jing to associate the word "fragile" with him.

But once connected, it will make people feel an unspeakable distress.

Jiang Jing looked at him quietly for a while, and then quietly left the room after a while.

He squatted next to the sofa, tidying up the messy drawers he had searched for medicine just now.He picked up the bottles and jars that had fallen all over the place, and stared at them for a while.

The bottles were big and small, inside were colorful pills and capsules, and on the body were words that Jiang Jing couldn't understand.There are also some pills, I don't know what kind of medicine they are, and there are a few boxes left sporadically, and the shelf life has passed for several years.

Jiang Jing was a little puzzled, and while tidying up, he thought about asking Ji Shurong when he woke up.

The rain stopped at some point, the air was cold and fresh, but the room was dark and stuffy.A speeding motorcycle passed by downstairs, and the roar came faintly through the glass.

Ji Shurong slowly opened his eyes, his drowsy mind has cleared up a lot.

There was no light in the room, and there was silence all around.

The corners of his eyes were reddish from burning, and his voice was unbearably hoarse.

"Jiangjing."

A very soft sound, like a murmur.

Jiang Jing, who was pouring hot water in the living room, sensed something inexplicably, and was dazed, almost scalding his fingers by the boiling water.He hurriedly put down the kettle, quietly opened the door of the bedroom, and took a look with his head.

Ji Shurong was about to turn over and get out of bed.

A smile appeared on Jiang Jing's face, and he walked over with a sigh of relief: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Ji Shurong retracted the leg he had just stepped off, and shook his head: "It's not uncomfortable."

Jiang Jing watched his movements, and suddenly realized that Ji Shurong wanted to go down to find him just now.

This thought made his heart sore instantly, and his eyes softened: "Would you like to sleep again?"

Ji Shurong seemed very tired, and said "um" before saying anything else.

Jiang Jing covered him with the quilt, took out a piece of paper to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and half-lyed down beside him: "I'll stay with you, go to sleep."

Ji Shurong closed his eyes, and the silence grew quietly, spreading across the room in an instant.After a long time, Jiang Jing thought he had fallen asleep again, and was about to change his position when he heard Ji Shurong whisper, "Have you been here all this time?"

"Ah."

This kind of Ji Shurong was unexpectedly clingy, Jiang Jing was very helpful, he brushed away the hair that fell from his eyebrows and said, "I won't leave."

After a while, Ji Shurong remained motionless, as if falling into a deep sleep.

Jiang Jing stayed in this position for a long time, his legs felt numb for a while, just as he was about to move around a bit, his eyes suddenly stopped.

I saw that the corner of his clothes under the quilt was held by a hand with sharp knuckles, and it was easy to break free, but Jiang Jing didn't move again.

When he was young, he often grabbed his mother's clothes like this. Because he was often left behind, he didn't feel safe.

He waited for a while, until Ji Shurong's subtle breathing gradually became even, then quietly clasped his fingers, and then lay flat on his side.

Jiang Jing originally thought that he would not be able to fall asleep, but as soon as he lay beside Ji Shurong, all the miscellaneous things in his mind disappeared.

It rained intermittently and continued throughout the rest of the night.

Suddenly a thunderbolt fell outside the window, Jiang Jing's breathing stopped, and he turned over in a daze.

He had a nightmare. In the dream, Ji Shurong walked farther and farther away with his back turned, and he couldn't catch up no matter how hard he tried.