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It took less than half a minute for Zhu Yu to squat down with a pale face when he left the school gate.

Fu Cizhou and Yuan Yixia said a few words behind, and the crowd burst into screams.

"Dizzy, dizzy!"

"Fight 120!"

Fu Cizhou was stunned, almost instinctively, he vigorously pushed away the crowds, and saw Zhu Yu who was arched and lying on the ground struggling to breathe.

"Zhu Yu!" He pushed Xu Ping away and hugged Zhu Yu into his arms, "What's wrong? Heart, heart hurts...? 120! Call 120!"

"Just pick up and go!" Yuan Yixia swung his fist to force all the onlookers back, Fu Cizhou picked up Zhu Yu, and stumbled to the side of the road.

In just a few seconds, Zhu Yu's cold sweat could drip down his cheeks.

Fu Cizhou sat in the back of the car and hugged him tightly. Zhu Yu's fingers grabbed Fu Cizhou's sleeves until his nails turned white.

The emergency room went all the way to the emergency room, but Fu Cizhou was stopped outside the door because he was very emotional.

He squatted in the corridor and stroked his hair, but he couldn't bear it any longer, so he just sat on the ground.

Yuan Yixia was with him, calling Lao Chen.

With a "snap", Fu Cizhou's cell phone in his pocket fell to the ground.

He followed the voice and looked down, then held the phone in his hand again.

"Yes," Yuan Yixia said to Old Chen on the other end of the phone, "he has been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment now..."

"Hold!"

Suddenly, Fu Cizhou cursed and slammed the phone against the wall.

He used all his strength, and it was a loud noise in the quiet hospital corridor.

The phone was torn apart, and the fragments almost fell directly on Yuan Yixia's forehead.

"Fuck..." Yuan Yixia was taken aback, and quickly squatted down to appease Fu Cizhou, "Old Fu, calm down, the doctor just said it's fine..."

"Damn..." Fu Cizhou folded his arms on his knees, lowered his head and buried his face in, "Fuck their eight generations of ancestors..."

Fu Cizhou's upbringing has always been good, and he never said it was too dirty even when he was cursing.

At this moment, he spat out a series of swear words about relatives and ancestors, cursing without any momentum, it sounded like he was about to cry.

Fu Cizhou claimed that he was not the kind of hypocritical crybaby, but his eyes were red several times because of wishing Yu Yu.

He didn't understand why Zhu Yu was such a good person, why he always met these people and experienced those things.

There was nowhere to put his heartache, and he even blamed himself why he didn't hold someone in his arms when he was five or six years old.

The door of the emergency room was opened, and Fu Cizhou stood up while leaning on the wall, and found it ridiculous that his legs were weak.

"Are you okay?!" Yuan Yixia ran faster than him, and rushed up to block the doctor.

"It's okay, I've recovered." The doctor took off his mask and saw the two children guarding the door, so he asked, "Is the patient's guardian here yet?"

Fu Cizhou wanted to take out his mobile phone to call Zhu Qin, but he took half of it and found that his mobile phone had already been broken into pieces in the corridor.

"It should be here in a while," Yuan Yixia hurriedly said, "Can we see him now?"

Fu Cizhou felt that he was a little weak, and when he saw Zhu Yu being pushed out of the emergency room, he suddenly understood what it means to be a false alarm.

This feeling can't be said to be good, but at that moment, his whole body collapsed.

Zhu Qin and Lao Chen then rushed to the hospital, but Zhu Yu was still awake and still had a drip on his hand.

Wang Ying and Xu Chen rushed over after eating halfway through their meal. There were six or seven classmates gathered in the ward, and Yuan Yixia was all talking.

Fu Cizhou sat by the bed and looked down at Zhu Yu, neither crying nor laughing nor speaking, like a statue.

It wasn't until he saw Zhu Qin that he raised his head and called "Uncle" in a low voice.

Zhu Qin patted Fu Cizhou's arm: "It's good that people are fine."

"It's okay," Yuan Yixia also comforted, "Zhu Yu may wake up in a while..."

But people clearly have something to do.

Zhu Yu and himself were both sent to the hospital with a heart attack, and he didn't know what to eat.

He should have resolutely stopped him in the first place, because Xu Ping's lunatic would be in danger if he saw him more often.

It's crazy.

She wanted to kill Zhu Yu.

Videos taken by passers-by outside the school gate leaked out. Xu Ping's incident seemed like a joke. Not only did she fail to achieve her goal, but it made the public attack her and the reporter group.

For a minor, whether such an interview mode, which can be regarded as pressing and questioning, is appropriate, not to mention that the other party is still a minor with congenital heart disease.

The reporter didn't know, but didn't the biological mother know?

For a while, Xu Ping was accused by thousands of people, saying that she abandoned her eldest son back then, and now she recognizes her only to save her younger son.

Don't say that the other party has a heart disease, even if they don't, they are not willing to donate.

The online comments were bloody, and the reporter immediately issued an apology.

Xu Ping was forced to move and disappeared from everyone's sight.

In the absence of any response from the protagonist and no follow-up reports, the matter slowly settled down like this.

It wasn't that Zhu Yu wanted to make big things smaller, he was just afraid that if things got deeper and deeper, Zhu Qin would also be involved in disputes.

However, even though Zhu Yu didn't care much about these messy things, this time it might have really touched his heart, and he was depressed for several days because of this.

He didn't want to eat, didn't want to sleep, and leaned against the window of the ward in a daze all day long.

Fortunately, his heart disease was not that serious, and he could be discharged from the hospital after a few days of observation.

Zhu Qin also seemed to be frightened by this time, and began to pick up Zhu Yu to school on time every day, for fear that Xu Ping would do something wrong again.

But even so, Zhu Yu's body seemed to be going downhill. The disease that only happened once a year once in a year, happened once in August, and happened again in September.

There is such a sad experience behind the original proud son of heaven, and such a contrast seems to make people even more embarrassing.

The scars were uncovered repeatedly and became a pastime for everyone.

The comments about his life experience could not be stopped, and it seemed that no matter who it was, they looked at him with deep pity and sympathy.

Zhu Qin thought about asking Zhu Yu to suspend his studies. With his grades, even if he didn't study in the third year of high school, it wouldn't have much impact.

But Zhu Yu was not so squeamish, he even comforted Zhu Qin in turn, saying it was okay, there was Fu Cizhou.

After these few incidents, he was almost too lazy to hide his dependence on Fu Cizhou.

Whether it is in class or after school, you always have to see each other, and standing by his side is a little more at ease.

In the past, Fu Cizhou might tease Zhu Yu about those things, so he should be more reserved.

But now he doesn't think so much, he just wants to wish Yu the best to cling to him a little more, and he can hang on to him.

The way the two get along seems to have changed, and they both know this change tacitly.

Fu Cizhou started to quarrel with Zhu Yu. He kept milk candies and medicine bottles in his pocket anytime and anywhere, fearing that Zhu Yu would get medical treatment immediately if he suddenly fell ill.

Some unspeakable exchanges seemed to be covered with daily skin, seeping into Fu Cizhou's eyes looking down at Zhu Yu.

It was a look without ridicule and laughter, different from looking at other students. Zhu Yu felt that it was different, but he didn't dare to say what was different.

He was afraid that his understanding was biased, and he was also afraid that this difference was just his own sentimentality.

This is different from the claw machine, as long as you insert coins, you can try infinitely.

There is only one Fu Cizhou, and the relationship between him and Fu Cizhou for so many years is also unique.

If he makes a wrong step, he and Fu Cizhou will be like coins thrown into a claw machine, and they will never be retrieved.

Zhu Yu dared not, and was reluctant.

At the end of summer and early autumn, the sound of cicadas fades away.

Spring and autumn are short in Nanhuai, but only one September has passed, and the weather is getting cooler.

Zhu Yu has been particularly frail recently, and in Fu Cizhou's short-sleeved weather, he wore a coat and managed to catch a cold like this.

The medicine was taken, and the needle was pricked. It happened for a while, and soon I was infected by others.

His nose was blocked, he was groggy, and Fu Cizhou poured eight cups of hot water a day, but he was still sick.

In the self-study class at [-] o'clock in the evening, Fu Cizhou felt distressed seeing Zhu Yu's listless look.

"Why don't you ask for leave and go back?" Fu Cizhou whispered.

Sleeping on the table is not more comfortable than going home and lying on the bed. Zhu Yu is suffering here, and he has to suffer along with it.

"I don't know when to ask for leave..." Zhu Yu's voice was humming weakly.

Fu Cizhou touched his forehead, and pinched his ears by the way: "Anyway, the new class is over, and it's just a mock test and lecture questions. You don't need to listen to the second round of review and the third round of review. Wait until the next round of review next year. In good spirits, it’s almost time for the college entrance examination.”

Zhu Yu hugged the little shark, tilted his head and smiled sullenly: "I'm not so smart, I still have to follow the teacher to listen to the class."

Since he began to review systematically in the third year of high school, Zhu Yu found that his old way of studying alone seemed to be unworkable.

Some of the things he understands and is good at seem to run counter to the college entrance examination.

In the final analysis, high school is an exam-oriented education. It is always the best and most convenient to follow the teacher's review ideas.

There's no need to find another way to go home by yourself, it may be half the result with twice the effort, and no one at home will find out.

"You care so much about studying?" Fu Cizhou laughed at him, "Are you afraid of being overwhelmed by me?"

The first monthly exam will be held soon after November. This is the first exam for them to enter the third year of high school. Old Chen recites it eight hundred times a day, just because he is afraid that they will relax their vigilance when it comes to the end.

"I've been suppressing you for ten years, and it doesn't matter if I let you go once." Zhu Yu pouted and said indifferently, "I'm just worried about Lao Chen's year-end bonus. If the top three get into the third class, he's afraid You must hang yourself directly to apologize."

There was a gap in the window, and Fu Cizhou saw that Zhu Yu was resting half of his face on the doll, idle and lazy.

His hair has grown and hangs over his eyelids. He stretched out his hand, brushed the hair with his fingertips, and stayed on the brow bone for a few seconds.

Zhu Yu closed his eyes, the smile on his face remained unchanged.

"Sleepy?" Fu Cizhou moved closer and asked in a low voice.

Zhu Yu gave a "hmm" and said, "A little bit."

"Then let's sleep for a while." Fu Cizhou covered his palm and stroked his hair. "I'll call you after school."

Zhu Yu didn't respond, as if he had already started to sleep.

Fu Cizhou closed the window as usual, got up and fetched him a glass of water.

But when get out of class ended at ten o'clock in the evening, Fu Cizhou didn't wake him up.

The siren of the ambulance cut through the night, like announcing the beginning of a nightmare.

He heard the doctor briefly explain his condition, but at that time he was in a daze and his memory was messed up.

Zhu Yu only had that little problem, his heart was stimulated and he was malnourished. Fu Cizhou especially remembered a sentence, saying that if he was sick for a few hours at night, he might not be alive.

He thought about it all night, but he didn't dare to think about what the meaning of "not here anymore" was not here anymore.

Fu Cizhou was guarding by the hospital bed, and Zhu Yu finally woke up in the early hours of the morning.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Fu Cizhou almost seemed to have died once, the cold sweat on his body soaked through his clothes.

Regardless of whether Zhu Qin was still by his side, he held Zhu Yu's fingertips with trembling hands, and bent down to rest his forehead on it.

"Scared me."

Once a person is out of danger, there is nothing to tend to.

Zhu Qin originally wanted to persuade Fu Cizhou to go to sleep for a while, but in the end he was persuaded by the other party to go to rest.

The ward between the two is not big, with a curtain hanging in the middle, separating a small space.

Fu Cizhou was terrified that night for the rest of his life.

But Zhu Yu seemed to wake up from a sleep, and the irritating smell of disinfectant in his nostrils made him frown.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Cizhou stroked his brows with his index finger, "Open your eyes and look at me when you wake up."

He still holds Zhu Yu's hand in his palm, and in the face of death, all timidity and temptation can be left behind.

Let Zhu Yu know his worries, his fears, his distress, everything about him, let's just say it all.

Fu Cizhou's eyes were red, and he looked at Zhu Yu with his body, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

The bed was near the window, Zhu Yu's eyelashes fluttered slightly, carved into a black and white silhouette by the early morning light.

Like Sleeping Beauty's deep sleep before being kissed, Fu Cizhou stroked his eyebrows and eyes with his fingers, and put them on the side of his face.

"are you asleep?"

Still up?

"I think…"

kiss you.