Don't be sad behind my back

--Get ill--

Han Yi stayed at Cheng Xiao's house until two weeks before school started, and in a blink of an eye, he was a sophomore in high school.

The time seems to go back to the day when the first year of high school was reported, a baptism of autumn rain, the wind was mixed with the coolness of early autumn, the sky was high and vast, cloudless and blue, the world seemed clearer and brighter, and the corners of the streets were scattered There are a few wet fallen leaves, adding a bit of bleakness.

Cheng Xiao had to get up early for training when he just started school.

Cheng Xiao struggled to get up from the bed, put his head on the bird's nest, fell down again with a "plop", and buried himself in Han Yi's neck, moaning.

"Well... wife... daughter-in-law..."

Han Yi has long been used to it. He closed his eyes and kissed the clump of hair. He felt sleepy, and his voice was vague and hoarse: "Well... it's time to get up and train..."

Cheng Xiao is like a police dog who is about to be caught to go to work before he wakes up. He is in great pain: "I won't stay up late anymore... Waking up early is too tortured..."

After the two returned to school yesterday, they hung out until the early morning at night.

Han Yi stretched out a hand from under the quilt, and patted the bird's nest feebly.

He said in a muffled voice, "I tortured you even more..."

The rhythm of the second year of high school is much faster than that of the first year of high school. The school requires the second year of high school to finish all high school courses, and the third year of high school is used for review.

Even so, Han Yi didn't work hard, but he didn't have enough free time either.

After all, Cheng Xiao needs to train, and he can't take care of his studies. Thanks to Han Yi who chooses questions for Cheng Xiao every day, he saves a lot of time. Although Cheng Xiao is not good at difficult problems, at most half-baked, but the basic questions are very solid.

Due to heavy school work and physical and mental fatigue, Cheng Xiao and Han Yi fell asleep almost every day, and the next day they had to be tense and put in a hard day's work.

No matter how tired Han Yi was, he would beat Cheng Xiao's legs before going to bed, so that Cheng Xiao could take a good look at today's wrong questions and memorize Chinese and English.

Cheng Xiao's legs were sore, but he also felt sorry for his wife, but Han Yi insisted.

Cheng Xiao: "All right, all right, my legs don't hurt anymore, daughter-in-law, you can lie down and sleep."

Han Yi rubbed for half a minute: "..."

"I'm not tired, I'll go to bed when the lights are off."

The lights suddenly flickered, and darkness fell in an instant.

Cheng Xiao smiled triumphantly: "Look, classmate Xiaodeng wants you to sleep."

Han Yi had no choice but to get into bed with Cheng Xiao's arms.

Perhaps it was due to some exhaustion and mental stress today. Han Yi slept very deeply this night, but he was not very at ease. The fatigue accumulated for a long time could not be completely resolved by only one night's sleep.

Almost as soon as he closed his eyes, he had to get up again.

That day, when Han Yi woke up, he was dizzy and his whole body was sore.He patted Cheng Xiao's head, he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth, and his hoarse voice yelled that his throat hurt like it was being torn.

Cheng Xiao: "Sleep for another minute..."

Cheng Xiao turned over abruptly, feeling completely drowsy.

"Daughter-in-law, what's wrong with your throat?!"

"Why is your head so hot? You have a fever!"

Han Yi sat on the bed and slowed down, his dizziness did not ease at all, his eyes were sore and hot, neither opened nor closed.

With Cheng Xiao's hand on his forehead, Han Yi leaned forward, weakly: "Well...it seems..."

When Han Yi spoke, Cheng Xiao seemed to hear the vibration from Han Yi's chest, and every time he took a breath, his lungs would throb.

Cheng Xiao put on her clothes and got out of bed twice, wrapped her tightly with Han Yi, picked her up horizontally, and rushed to the infirmary.

The door of the infirmary of the No. 8 Middle School is closed, and the sign on the wall states the working hours: 00:17-00:[-];

Cheng Xiao: "..."

Cheng Xiao cursed silently, turned around and saw a familiar figure in the distance, standing on the only way from the cafeteria to the teaching building, and at a glance, he knew that it was Director Yan who was sticking to his post on the road of catching young lovers.

"Brother Yan!!"

Director Yan frowned and looked at Cheng Xiao who was running over. He was about to reprimand him, but when he saw Cheng Xiao holding a ball tightly wrapped in clothes in his arms, he realized something instantly.

"what happened?"

"Han Yi has a fever! The infirmary is closed!"

Director Yan made a decisive decision and took out his mobile phone.

"What's the phone number of Han Yi's parents?"

Han Yi suddenly struggled twice in Cheng Xiao's arms, half-opened his bloodshot eyes, looking at Cheng Xiao beggingly.

The chapped lips opened and closed twice inconspicuously.

"Don't... tell... tell..."

Then there were two piercing coughs, and the lungs rumbled.

Cheng Xiao actually didn't know the mobile phone number of Han Yi's parents, Han Yi's gaze only made him stunned for half a second, and he turned around and reported a series of numbers fluently.

"Hello, hello."

It was the gentle voice of a woman.

Director Yan: "Hi Han Yi's parents, I am his teacher, Han Yi has a fever, you..."

The woman on the other end of the phone exclaimed: "What?! I'm going over now! Teacher, please take care of me, thank you!!"

Director Yan put away the phone: "Han Yi's parents will come to pick him up later, you take him to the guard's room to wait, it's warm there."

Cheng Xiao thanked him, and was about to leave when Director Yan stopped him: "I'll ask your coach and head teacher for leave, so I don't have to go to the morning training."

Cheng Xiao raised the corner of his mouth and said respectfully, "Thank you, Director Yan."

Director Yan waved his hand and walked towards the gymnasium.

A black SUV was parked at the door, a tall woman got out of the co-pilot hurriedly, and went straight to the school gate, a tall man also got out of the cab, and chased after him in two steps.

Cheng Xiao leaned out the window of the guard room: "Mom! Old Cheng!"

Cheng Xiao rushed out of the guard room holding Han Yi who was already unconscious. Old Cheng took off his coat and covered Han Yi again. The three lightly put Han Yi into the car, and Cheng Xiao followed him in. , let Han Yi lie on the back seat, pillow on his lap.

Lao Cheng kicked the accelerator, and the black SUV headed straight for the hospital.

A middle-aged male doctor sat in a swivel chair, pushed his glasses with thick wine bottle bottoms on the bridge of his nose, looked at the checklist in his hand, and sighed.

This sigh scared the couple and the kid in front of them to death.

The woman asked tremblingly: "Doctor...doctor...Xiao Han...he..."

Man: "Doctor... May I ask if..."

The little boy excitedly said: "Don't scare me...I'm old..."

Before the "wife" could say anything, the doctor looked suspiciously at the three nervous and panicked faces in front of him, and said slowly, "This child is nothing serious, so please take it easy."

The doctor suddenly realized something, and said in embarrassment: "I just sigh...don't worry, I'm not terminally ill."

Mrs. Cheng: "..."

Old Cheng: "..."

Cheng Xiao: "..."

The doctor coughed, forced a smile, and bared a row of yellow teeth.

"This child has a fever because of too much mental stress and too much nervous tension, which leads to problems with the immune system and decline in physical fitness."

"He had asthma and bronchitis, and he didn't fully recover. This time, the fever recurred. When he was panting, he could hear his lungs buzzing. It might be difficult to breathe, so he had to hang water."

"Also, has this child not been able to keep up with his nutrition since he was a child, has been sick all the time, has not been treated properly, and has fallen into the root of the disease, and his constitution is too weak.

This is going to high school again, high school is still so tiring, it is easier to get sick, don't take it seriously, now there are many children, and most of them are high school students who come to me, either this is sickness or that inflammation, after a checkup, it is all mental stress collapsed.There are quite a few people suffering from depression, alas..."

The middle-aged doctor lowered his head and prescribed the prescription, sighed, and shook his head: "These days, children are under so much pressure, it's really hard..."

All three were silent, only the middle-aged doctor talked to himself and occasionally sighed.

Han Yi had an IV in his hand, and his thin body was sunk in the hospital bed, covered with a thick quilt.

Cheng Xiao lightly moved a chair, sat on the side of the hospital bed, and held the hand with the water in it, as lightly as if it was a glass full of cracks that was about to break.

a few minutes ago.

Old Cheng: "Your class teacher called me. I asked her for a day off. Han Yi's parents also knew about it. Teacher Liu notified..."

Cheng Xiao didn't speak, just kept silent.

Why did Han Yi hide from his parents even when he was sick?

"You two go to work, I'll watch here."

Old Cheng and Mrs. Cheng couldn't deny it. Before leaving, they bought hot porridge, eggs, and several light side dishes.

Just as Cheng Xiao wanted to lean forward and kiss Han Yi's knit eyebrows, a sound of the door opening frightened Cheng Xiao and hurriedly took it back.

It's Han Teng...

Han Teng still smelled of alcohol, and Cheng Xiao could smell it a few meters away.

When Cheng Xiao saw Han Teng, he stood up and said respectfully, "Hello, Uncle."

Han Teng gave an "um" and nodded, seeing Cheng Xiao still hooking Han Yi's finger, he frowned, as if he didn't quite understand.

Cheng Xiao was a little surprised when he saw Han Teng. This man smelled of alcohol, had a ferocious face, his thick eyebrows slanted to his temples, his eyes seemed to be full of hatred, he was wearing a jacket and jeans, and he looked like a street hooligan no matter what, and Han Teng The man who is not at all similar to Yi is his father.

"How serious is it that you still need to tie a bottle?"

The man is a little disdainful.

Cheng Xiao was stunned, and immediately explained: "Han Yi's asthma and bronchitis have recurred..."

Han Teng stood by the hospital bed with his arms folded, staring at Han Yi, and interrupted: "Just take some medicine, give him a habit."

"Han Yi... because..."

"Don't worry about him next time, just give him a hypocritical one. If you don't want to read the book, don't read it. You can ask for leave every day to get the needle."

Han Teng seemed extremely dissatisfied with Han Yi's leave and hospitalization.

Cheng Xiao couldn't say a word, and stood still.

Han Yi's face was pale and lifeless, his lips were chapped and flaky, and the dark blue under his eyes showed exhaustion and weakness, as if he couldn't feel breathing.

"Go back to school, I'll watch."

With a bang, the door closed.

Cheng Xiao was still standing at the door.

After a while, the phone rang, it was Han Yi's mother.

"Cheng Xiao, I'm Han Yi's mother. Has Han Yi's father gone? Auntie can't leave. Let his father go. Auntie will transfer the medical expenses to you. It's really troublesome to your parents. Thank you, thank you so much gone."

"Uncle is inside."

"you are welcome."

"It's okay, the money doesn't need to be transferred."

Cheng Xiao was sitting on a bench in the corridor of the hospital, holding a mobile phone in one hand, supporting his knees and body with his arms.

The corridor was empty, filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, Cheng Xiao's eyes were sore and red, he didn't know if he was choked or something else.

The words of the middle-aged doctor repeated in Cheng Xiao's heart over and over again.

Malnourished since childhood...sickness is not well cured...the root cause of the disease...weak body...

After more than ten years, the disease relapsed again... It may be followed for a lifetime...

Cheng Xiao left the hospital, walking aimlessly.

In the morning, Cheng Xiao returned to the hospital with several bags of fruit.

He knocked on the door, but when there was no answer, he opened it and went in.

Han Teng left at some point, and Han Yi finished his IV and fell asleep peacefully.

Cheng Xiao put down the bag and leaned on Han Yi's chest.

There was a slight sound in the lungs.

Fortunately, Han Yi's breathing was steady.

Cheng Xiao silently stood beside the hospital bed, waiting for Han Yi to wake up.

"I thought it was all over, and it's true that there has been no recurrence for more than ten years."

"You almost didn't scare me to death, your lungs were almost coughed out by you."

Han Yi drank the white porridge that Cheng Xiao fed, and gnawed the peeled egg.

"By the way, do my parents know?"

Cheng Xiao was slightly stunned and nodded.

"Liu Jiali notified them. In the morning...your father came."

Han Yi's body froze, and then he smiled.

Smiling calmly and helplessly.

"You've seen him."

"Well...it doesn't look like you..."

"Isn't it? If it weren't for those paternity tests, I would have suspected that I was my own." Han Yi sneered.

"How many...paternity test??"

Han Yi realized that it was too much to say, and smiled wryly: "Ah, it's the paternity test."

"why……"

"They quarreled and felt that I was not their own. They did it several times, but unfortunately the result was the same. It was their own."

A few understated words express the cruelty, hurt, helplessness and pain in it.

Cheng Xiao was born in a complete family and couldn't empathize with her.We can only watch tragedies happening, corruption, festering and wounding through an insurmountable gap, leaving traces that will never be erased.

I grew up under the warm and harmonious roof like a fairy tale, but I didn't know that suffering and misfortune are the normal state of the world.

Cheng Xiao suddenly thought selfishly: If Han Yi wasn't his own, he could take him home and pamper him for the rest of his life.

"It's all over..." Han Yi leaned against the head of the bed and stretched his waist: "It's really cool not to go to school..."

Cheng Xiao came back to his senses and smiled.

This is Han Yi.

"Yeah, it's all over. After marrying into my family, I will let you live a carefree life for the rest of your life, be happy every day, and buy cakes for you every day."

Han Yi sat up abruptly.

"I want to eat now..."

Cheng Xiao stuffed a piece of peeled and cut pear into Han Yi's mouth, and said sharply, "No, that's fine."

"Cheng... Xiao..."

The little fox began to whine coquettishly.

Cheng Xiao can't bear this the most, who can bear a limp little fox wagging its tail at you and rubbing against you.

"No."

"Brother Xiao..."

"Old... Huh?!"

Cheng Xiao rushed forward and covered Han Yi's mouth.

"If you act like a baby again, I'll clean you up now!"