bad derailment

Chen Feng disappeared from my life for a short time.

Maybe it was completely disappointed, maybe it was because he knew that this kind of persecution would have no results, so he left without saying a word just like last time.

There was once an experience where I was depressed for only a moment and then gradually smoothed out in getting along with Jiang Qiushi.The words before he left occasionally linger in his ears, and the dull mood is fleeting.

I don't think this will be the last time, just like Chen Feng got angry, quarreled, and finally surrendered again and again.He gradually got used to it, and I gradually became confident in his pampering.It seems that in the story of the wolf coming, he always said that this is the "last time", but this "last" contains countless next times.

In fact, he was right. I didn't want to refuse, and my mind had already been shaken in the confrontation again and again.I can't control the occasional desire in my heart, like a bad root in my heart, which cannot be removed from the root even with flesh and blood.

I can't completely reject it, and I can't give him useless hope any more. Any choice seems too cruel, so I can only draw the line again and again, forcing Chen Feng to leave voluntarily.

If it's really useful to do so.

After that day passed, life went back to normal.Jiang Qiushi didn't bring up the topic of Chen Feng and the hypothesis again, and I couldn't even tell whether it was a fantasy or a real thing that happened.

The breath sprayed on the side of his neck was hot and vivid, and the tremor in his voice was also terrifyingly real.I couldn't open my mouth to ask, so I could only let this suspicion weigh heavily in my heart along with that dream.

Because of the late autumn, the temperature at night has a faint chill.Sometimes when I come home from overtime work, the wind blowing on my face is as sharp as a knife.

More or less everyone in the company got flu during the season change, even Zhao Quan was no exception.I probably did enough heat preservation measures and escaped from the virus by chance.

Jiang Qiushi was a little less lucky than me, and it was rare for him to wake up late when he found out that he had a cold.After I got the keys to the apartment, I would send messages nervously before I started to go, but then I got used to it, and when I wanted to see him, I would go directly there.The number of times is too many, and he will take the initiative to open the door for me when I hardly need the key.

This time I knocked on the door as usual, but after waiting for a while, I didn't hear any movement inside the house.Turning on the phone, it was almost eleven o'clock at noon. According to Jiang Qiushi's normal work and rest time, he would get up before seven o'clock.I stood at the door for a while, but there was no response to the text message I sent. Out of worry, I opened the door with the key.

The living room and kitchen were extremely quiet, and there were no familiar figures.I walked into the bedroom lightly, and the quilt on the bed was bulging. After approaching, Jiang Qiushi was breathing smoothly in his sleep, his complexion was a little abnormally red, his eyes were closed and his brows were tightly frowned, as if he couldn't sleep well even in his dream .

"Jiang Qiushi?"

I called out, the voice was very soft, and I didn't think about waking him up.Jiang Qiushi's eyelids trembled, and gradually opened a little bit, the tiredness and confusion that could not be hidden flashed across his eyes, and a few soft and hoarse tones came out from his nasal cavity.

"...Lin Yao, why are you here?"

This question contained a strong nasal voice.

Jiang Qiushi caught a cold, accompanied by a low-grade fever that disrupted his regular biological clock. Fortunately, he was discovered in time and the fever was not too severe.He sat on the head of the bed, and it took a few minutes to regain his usual clarity, but he couldn't suppress the weakness lingering around him, and coughed softly against his lips.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine after a few days of rest. It should be because of the recent change of seasons, so I'm not worried about catching a cold."

Listening to Jiang Qiushi's voice that was trying to be smooth and hoarse, until this time I didn't have to worry, I was angry and funny, and handed him warm water, "You take the medicine first, and if it gets serious, go to the hospital. What do you want for lunch? I'll make some for you."

Jiang Qiushi swallowed the medicine with warm water, without frowning, "I'm not hungry, just take your share."

But people who are sick have no right to speak, let alone fasting for a whole day.I dug out the stock in the refrigerator and cooked a few light side dishes. Considering that Jiang Qiushi has no appetite now, I made the rice into porridge.While waiting, I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. Jiang Qiushi came out of the room, already changed into a thicker coat, and sat beside me.

"Did you do my part again?"

There was no question in Jiang Qiushi's words, as if he had already guessed the answer.His voice was hoarse, and he could only speak at a lower volume than usual. It didn't sound as harsh as a saw when others were hoarse.It doesn't quite fit this gentle face, but it sounds different.

I was in a daze for a while before I remembered what he asked. Feeling a little guilty, I pretended to be brave and said: "You can eat less later, just as a pad for your stomach. If you still don't want to eat later, forget it."

Jiang Qiushi didn't look surprised or dissatisfied, he nodded in response, and coughed a few times while covering his lips.

He eats very slowly. I only drank half of a bowl of porridge after I finished eating. When I swallowed, my brows would twitch slightly, and I would pause for a few seconds before continuing to scoop up the next spoonful.

I didn't expect Jiang Qiushi's appetite to be so poor. After hesitating for a few seconds, I persuaded: "If you can't eat, don't eat it. Don't force yourself."

"It's okay, it's not too hard."

Jiang Qiushi pursed the corners of his lips, and gave me a comforting smile, which was indescribably far-fetched on this slightly pale face.I was inexplicably flustered, got up and put away the bowls and chopsticks, and a few fragmented fragments flashed through my mind—it seemed that Jiang Qiushi's appetite had not been as good as before a month ago.

Chronic gastritis can be improved as long as he insists on conditioning. He takes medicine on time every day, but those bottles and cans have no corresponding effect.I put the bowl into the sink, thinking that after Jiang Qiushi recovered from his cold, I would accompany him to the hospital for an examination.Just as I was thinking of this, there was a sudden noise outside, my thoughts stopped abruptly, I turned around and walked out.

"What happened?"

Jiang Qiushi had already stood up from his seat, his body swayed a bit, and after a silence, he raised his eyes to look at me, revealing some rare apology and self-blame, "I accidentally knocked over the bowl."

His light-colored shirt was covered with porridge and water stains, and it was sticky and wet.When I saw Jiang Qiu lowered his head, looking a little fragile and powerless, everything he wanted to say softened.

"Did the porridge burn you?"

"No, it's already cold," Jiang Qiushi pressed his fist to his lips, seeming to suppress a cough, "Lin Yao, I'll go wash it first."

"it is good."

He walked into the bathroom a little hastily, and the next second after locking the door, there was a loud sound of water.I originally wanted to ask Jiang Qiushi if he needed a change of clothes, but under the sound of such a loud running water, I must not be able to hear my voice outside the door.After simply cleaning up the mess on the table, I didn't care about it.

Normally, I would never have imagined that someone as careful as Jiang Qiushi would overturn the bowl.But it is reasonable for a sick person to do everything, and no matter how careful a person is, it is impossible to make mistakes all the time.

I turned on the TV again, changed several channels but couldn't find what I wanted to watch, until a trailer with a familiar title broke into my eyes, and stopped changing channels.

On the screen is the actress Geng Qingqing who has met several times.She was wearing a blue and white school uniform, and her innocent appearance completely disappeared from the arrogance on the set.

My hand holding the remote control trembled, and the camera turned to see Gu Mingsheng's breath-stopping face.

He used the original voice for his lines, and his extremely familiar voice penetrated the entire living room with the stereo.I finally came back to my senses, and pressed the remote control hastily, with some unsteady force, and changed the channel after several attempts.

Just a few seconds is enough to disturb my peaceful heart.

I can't remember how long I haven't contacted Gu Mingsheng, the last time I met seems to be still yesterday.Since the separation, he hasn't sent a single message, just like what he said at the beginning, he wants to 'wait for me to go back on my own initiative'.

Xiao Nan still sends sporadic text messages, sometimes about Gu Mingsheng, and sometimes just asking me to keep warm and not always work overtime and stay up late.

And in front of these text messages, there will always be a sentence "Gu Ge said".

Whether it's true or not, I didn't investigate, but I didn't reply once.I tried my best to suppress my ups and downs. The ringing of my mobile phone suddenly cut through the sound of water and the sound of the TV. After a while, I thought of reaching for it.

An unfamiliar number was displayed on the screen, and the note was 'Shao'.I was about to swipe to answer the call, and the unfamiliar texture made me realize in time that this is not my mobile phone.

The sound of water in the bathroom seemed to be ringing for a long time, far longer than Jiang Qiushi usually took a bath.I hesitated while holding the ringing mobile phone. After a few seconds, the other party hung up the call.

I don't have the habit of checking other people's mobile phones, and I don't care about them after I put them down.After a few minutes, Jiang Qiushi finally came out. He was wearing a bathrobe, his pale face was slightly red from the steam, and the corners of his mouth were also slightly red, and he was tightly pursing his lips.

"Why did you wash it for so long? I was still worried that something happened to you inside." I said.

Sitting beside him, Jiang Qiushi explained naturally, "I also washed the shirt by the way, it took me a little longer."

I said 'no wonder' in my heart, and handed him the phone, "You had a call just now, but I didn't answer it, it seems that someone surnamed Shao called."

Jiang Qiushi was going to drink the water on the table, but when he heard my words, he shook his wrist and spilled a few drops from the glass.He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a few seconds, then said in a low voice: "I see, did you answer the call?"

I remember that I said clearly that I didn't answer, and when I heard Jiang Qiu asked, I nodded and confirmed it again.He took the phone, his gaze was probably pierced by the light of the screen, reflecting some coldness, the corners of his lips were pursed tightly, and he turned off the phone after looking at it for a while.

"Aren't you calling back?" I noticed his movement of putting away the phone and asked casually.

"She sent me a message, nothing important."

Jiang Qiushi lowered his head and took a sip of water. I noticed that his wrist was still shaking, so subtle that it seemed like an illusion.

This reason is a bit strange, but I can't think of it for a while.I didn't ask any more questions, and it wasn't until a long time ago that a thought suddenly came to me. From the end of the call to when Jiang Qiu came out, the phone never turned on at all.If the other party sends a message, why is there no pop-up notification?

I panicked for no reason, Jiang Qiushi...was he lying?

No, there is another possibility, that is, he has set Do Not Disturb for this person.

But what kind of friend needs Do Not Disturb?