After the sports meeting, they returned to their busy junior high school life
But Song Yiran feels that she can't control herself recently, and she will occasionally peek at what Chen Muyang is doing, but he is no different from usual.
The difference is just her? Maybe she was just curious about his sudden growth
This guy obviously grew up slowly under his nose, so why can he jump so much at once?
She can't figure it out
***
The mock exam for junior high school is approaching, and the north wind is getting colder
When Song Yiran was busy preparing for the exam, Chen Muyang still made an appointment with his friend to play basketball.
Because he likes to play ball and sweat, her envious and admiring eyes when she comes back from sweating.
No boy would hate the look of being looked at by girls with admiration
So, he likes to be handsomer. He wears two or three thin sweatshirts, with a wide neckline open and crawls into the bitter cold wind
For some reason, she felt that he seemed to have a little more unruly and unscrupulous of boys of the same age.
Whenever he opened the curtains and peeked at him running downstairs, his clothes filled with wind were like a boy's armor, and his jumping and powerful steps fell into her eyes, and the piano in her heart began to play.
However, when Chen Muyang had a high fever, she regretted her dereliction of duty as a sister
It was the afternoon of the New Year's Day holiday, and Chen Muyang still made an appointment with his friends to play basketball
There was nothing unusual when playing the ball, but after playing the ball, Chen Muyang felt his head seemed to be dizzy, dizzy, and a little hot.
He didn't care, he just thought he was sweating after exercise
When he went back and walked in the corridor, he felt weak and weak legs, his heart was beating violently, and his whole body seemed to be disintegrating.
Song Yiran called his father who went to another place. Song Kang only said that he had something to do. When he came back the day after tomorrow, Song Yiran reminded his father to be careful and hung up the phone a little disappointed.
Chen Muyang opened the door and came in
Song Yiran turned her head and seemed to not notice his abnormality: Have you finished playing the ball? As she spoke, she looked at his open collar and his cold red nose.
Well... Chen Muyang nodded weakly
At night, his head hurts even harder, and everything in front of him seems to be spinning.
He forced himself to go straight to the bathroom to take a shower, change his pajamas, and quickly lay back on the bed.
Song Yiran couldn't help but wonder: What happened to him today? He was unhappy when he was lying in bed so early?
She walked over and bent down and asked softly: What's wrong with you... what's wrong with you?
Chen Muyang poked his head out of the quilt: sleepy, want to sleep
Song Yiran looked closely and suddenly felt his face flushed, his forehead was covered in fine sweat, his lips were dry and bloodless.
Chen Muyang quickly turned his head, got into the warm bed, and said vaguely: I ran a few laps today, I'm so tired.
He doesn't want to embarrass her
Chen Muyang turned over and left her back
Song Yiran returned to her desk awkwardly and began to study
He was curled up in a ball in the quilt at this moment, his whole body seemed to be burning violently, but his back was sweating.
There was a noise in his head buzzing, his heartbeat getting faster and faster. The drum-like heartbeat spread along the sheets to his ears leaning against the pillow, making a rhythmic sound, making him unable to sleep, and tossing and turning irritable.
Song Yiran sat at the desk, listening to the friction of the quilt he brought out because of his turn, and from time to time he was mixed with his faint tired gasp
Finally, she thought for a while, threw down the pen in her hand, sat down beside Chen Muyang's bed, lifted half of his quilt, and touched his forehead with his hand under his dazed eyes.
It's really hot
Did you have a fever? She frowned
Chen Muyang's eyes were a little hollow and confused, and he lowered his eyes without saying a word, like a child who was taught a lesson after making a mistake.
Song Yiran quickly found a thermometer and ordered: Get up, take your body temperature
Chen Muyang sat up obediently, leaned on the pillow, and put the thermometer under his tongue
Song Yiran took this time and hurriedly called Song Kang again
Dad, Mu Yang has a fever...what should I do?
Social security card and household registration book. What department does Ah Daddy go to the emergency department?
How much does it cost to emergency department?
Song Yiran put down the landline receiver, ran back and looked at the thermometer, 38 degrees 9... Dad said that going to the hospital to get an injection or an intravenous injection will heal quickly. Where is your household registration book and social security card? It is the blue one, the one with the national emblem, the one issued by the school!
Chen Muyang lifted the quilt and got off the floor. He walked straight to the desk and opened a drawer. After rummaging for a while, he quickly took out his household registration book and social security card.
Before Song Yiran took a piece of clothing from the cabinet and ran to the bathroom to change it, she said to him: Change your clothes quickly, and then take a taxi to the First People's Hospital. After that, she took the door with her.
Chen Muyang was stunned and stood there. After several seconds, he slowly changed his clothes. After changing his clothes, he opened the door and lay quietly in the chair.
When Song Yiran came in, she saw him sitting quietly with a dull look on his face. Are all sick people so stupid?
She patted his shoulder and left, but when she looked closely, his neck was still empty
Do you don't have a scarf? Song Yiran raised her head and asked him
Chen Muyang quickly turned his brain and thought. He seemed to have bought a scarf last year, but he hadn't worn it for a long time. He forgot to wash it and let it dry in the sun. Now it may be a bit of a musty smell at the bottom of the box.
She said anxiously: Don’t think about it, hey, forget it, you wear mine. Besides this beige, I have two more. You wear this black one, but don’t dirty it for me!
She quickly took out her scarf, tiptoed to help him wrap it up, and then brought the money, keys, cell phones, and card that her father gave her. She pulled Chen Muyang's down jacket sleeves and ran out without even tying her hair.
Chen Muyang's steps were a little sloppy. Even though he was healthy, he had to hold the handrail and slowly descended downstairs with a trembling trembling.
Half of his face was surrounded by her scarf. He gently pulled it down a little, revealing his nose
The scarf smelled soft, and it smelled soft. It seemed that other scents were mixed in.
After waiting at the entrance of the community for a long time, there was no taxi. Song Yiran stomped her feet impatiently
She turned her head and looked at Chen Muyang. The man's eyes were still dazed. Half of his face was buried in the scarf, his mouth was filled with heat, his hands were in his pockets, and his body seemed to be shaking.
You, don't put your saliva on my scarf... She whispered and said rudely
Chen Muyang suddenly smiled childishly like a child, his voice was slightly hoarse: I'll help you wash it
Alas, this sister, where are you going? A middle-aged man driving a dirty Alto stopped in front of them and pulled down the window and asked
Chen Muyang bent down, coughed, and said: First People's Hospital
Song Yiran hurriedly pulled him back and glared at him fiercely
Twelve dollars, go? The middle-aged man asked
Song Yiran pulled him and moved a few steps aside and said: No need
A taxi drove in the back, but someone showed up on the roof
Song Yiran waved her hand and stopped her. The taxi driver suddenly braked, poked his head out and cursed: What is the little girl doing? Ah?
Song Yiran said a series of words regardless of the matter: Master, can you take us to the First People's Hospital? I'll pay you more! I can't get a taxi now... My brother has a high fever! Will he take the way? Just take the way!
At this time, the car window in the passenger seat was rolled down. It was a young man in a suit. He looked at the two of them and finally said to the driver: It's okay, anyway, let them get up.
Song Yiran hurriedly said a few, thank you, and took Chen Muyang to the back seat
As soon as I got into the car, Chen Muyang was so stuffy that he was so stuffy that he coughed a few times, and his head became more and more dizzy.
Song Yiran first recorded the license plate number on his mobile phone, then approached him and whispered: Your brain is not burned out, right? What kind of black car will you take tonight? If you are abducted and sold...
He laughed, and his voice was vague through the scarf: the man looked pretty stupid
What did you say? Song Yiran couldn't hear it clearly, so she pinned her hair behind her ears and exposed her ears to her.
Chen Muyang's throat tightened
Seeing her ears that were a little red from the cold were facing his mouth unbiasedly, the white skin under the beige scarf was faintly visible, and the thin fluff on the side of her face was also close at hand
I said, that person looks stupid, not bad
Song Yiran blanched her eyes and sniffed: Forget it during the day, I dare not say it again at night, you have a fever and can't beat others... Then he turned his head and went
When she turned her head, her hair accidentally threw it on his face. The pointed ends shaved across her cheeks. There was a slight pain and itchy hair, like a water pattern, as if it was swinging softly on his face.
He sniffed her scent: the faint scent of shampoo, and another smell, the same as the one in the scarf.
He doesn't know how to describe it, but if he insists on it, it's like pouring milk on the fresh apple I bought, clean and sweet
He secretly closed his eyes and savored the smell in the dark
Is it the fragrance of her body?
When playing basketball, there was a fat man in the next class, Lao Zhang, who often said vividly that girls had their own body fragrance. They often laughed at him for wanting to fall in love and being crazy about being crazy about being crazy.
Now that I think about it, Lao Zhang is right
With his eyes closed, and his mind was thinking about messy things, he felt a little drowsy, buried in his scarf, and his head swayed left and right as the car drove.
Song Yiran looked at the blurry neon lights passing through the window in a daze, sat up straight, turned to see why Chen Muyang was silent, but saw his head tilted, inadvertently tilting towards her shoulders.
Song Yiran was slightly stunned. Suddenly, she felt that this posture was very ambiguous, but when she saw his sick look, she sighed and forgot, she should not move around.
After about ten minutes, I arrived at the hospital. Song Yiran gently pushed him to wake him up and gave the money to the driver before getting off the bus: Master, then take it, you can make a cheaper gift for this big brother, thank you!
After saying that, he threw himself out of the car and pulled Chen Muyang into the hospital
But Song Yiran feels that she can't control herself recently, and she will occasionally peek at what Chen Muyang is doing, but he is no different from usual.
The difference is just her? Maybe she was just curious about his sudden growth
This guy obviously grew up slowly under his nose, so why can he jump so much at once?
She can't figure it out
***
The mock exam for junior high school is approaching, and the north wind is getting colder
When Song Yiran was busy preparing for the exam, Chen Muyang still made an appointment with his friend to play basketball.
Because he likes to play ball and sweat, her envious and admiring eyes when she comes back from sweating.
No boy would hate the look of being looked at by girls with admiration
So, he likes to be handsomer. He wears two or three thin sweatshirts, with a wide neckline open and crawls into the bitter cold wind
For some reason, she felt that he seemed to have a little more unruly and unscrupulous of boys of the same age.
Whenever he opened the curtains and peeked at him running downstairs, his clothes filled with wind were like a boy's armor, and his jumping and powerful steps fell into her eyes, and the piano in her heart began to play.
However, when Chen Muyang had a high fever, she regretted her dereliction of duty as a sister
It was the afternoon of the New Year's Day holiday, and Chen Muyang still made an appointment with his friends to play basketball
There was nothing unusual when playing the ball, but after playing the ball, Chen Muyang felt his head seemed to be dizzy, dizzy, and a little hot.
He didn't care, he just thought he was sweating after exercise
When he went back and walked in the corridor, he felt weak and weak legs, his heart was beating violently, and his whole body seemed to be disintegrating.
Song Yiran called his father who went to another place. Song Kang only said that he had something to do. When he came back the day after tomorrow, Song Yiran reminded his father to be careful and hung up the phone a little disappointed.
Chen Muyang opened the door and came in
Song Yiran turned her head and seemed to not notice his abnormality: Have you finished playing the ball? As she spoke, she looked at his open collar and his cold red nose.
Well... Chen Muyang nodded weakly
At night, his head hurts even harder, and everything in front of him seems to be spinning.
He forced himself to go straight to the bathroom to take a shower, change his pajamas, and quickly lay back on the bed.
Song Yiran couldn't help but wonder: What happened to him today? He was unhappy when he was lying in bed so early?
She walked over and bent down and asked softly: What's wrong with you... what's wrong with you?
Chen Muyang poked his head out of the quilt: sleepy, want to sleep
Song Yiran looked closely and suddenly felt his face flushed, his forehead was covered in fine sweat, his lips were dry and bloodless.
Chen Muyang quickly turned his head, got into the warm bed, and said vaguely: I ran a few laps today, I'm so tired.
He doesn't want to embarrass her
Chen Muyang turned over and left her back
Song Yiran returned to her desk awkwardly and began to study
He was curled up in a ball in the quilt at this moment, his whole body seemed to be burning violently, but his back was sweating.
There was a noise in his head buzzing, his heartbeat getting faster and faster. The drum-like heartbeat spread along the sheets to his ears leaning against the pillow, making a rhythmic sound, making him unable to sleep, and tossing and turning irritable.
Song Yiran sat at the desk, listening to the friction of the quilt he brought out because of his turn, and from time to time he was mixed with his faint tired gasp
Finally, she thought for a while, threw down the pen in her hand, sat down beside Chen Muyang's bed, lifted half of his quilt, and touched his forehead with his hand under his dazed eyes.
It's really hot
Did you have a fever? She frowned
Chen Muyang's eyes were a little hollow and confused, and he lowered his eyes without saying a word, like a child who was taught a lesson after making a mistake.
Song Yiran quickly found a thermometer and ordered: Get up, take your body temperature
Chen Muyang sat up obediently, leaned on the pillow, and put the thermometer under his tongue
Song Yiran took this time and hurriedly called Song Kang again
Dad, Mu Yang has a fever...what should I do?
Social security card and household registration book. What department does Ah Daddy go to the emergency department?
How much does it cost to emergency department?
Song Yiran put down the landline receiver, ran back and looked at the thermometer, 38 degrees 9... Dad said that going to the hospital to get an injection or an intravenous injection will heal quickly. Where is your household registration book and social security card? It is the blue one, the one with the national emblem, the one issued by the school!
Chen Muyang lifted the quilt and got off the floor. He walked straight to the desk and opened a drawer. After rummaging for a while, he quickly took out his household registration book and social security card.
Before Song Yiran took a piece of clothing from the cabinet and ran to the bathroom to change it, she said to him: Change your clothes quickly, and then take a taxi to the First People's Hospital. After that, she took the door with her.
Chen Muyang was stunned and stood there. After several seconds, he slowly changed his clothes. After changing his clothes, he opened the door and lay quietly in the chair.
When Song Yiran came in, she saw him sitting quietly with a dull look on his face. Are all sick people so stupid?
She patted his shoulder and left, but when she looked closely, his neck was still empty
Do you don't have a scarf? Song Yiran raised her head and asked him
Chen Muyang quickly turned his brain and thought. He seemed to have bought a scarf last year, but he hadn't worn it for a long time. He forgot to wash it and let it dry in the sun. Now it may be a bit of a musty smell at the bottom of the box.
She said anxiously: Don’t think about it, hey, forget it, you wear mine. Besides this beige, I have two more. You wear this black one, but don’t dirty it for me!
She quickly took out her scarf, tiptoed to help him wrap it up, and then brought the money, keys, cell phones, and card that her father gave her. She pulled Chen Muyang's down jacket sleeves and ran out without even tying her hair.
Chen Muyang's steps were a little sloppy. Even though he was healthy, he had to hold the handrail and slowly descended downstairs with a trembling trembling.
Half of his face was surrounded by her scarf. He gently pulled it down a little, revealing his nose
The scarf smelled soft, and it smelled soft. It seemed that other scents were mixed in.
After waiting at the entrance of the community for a long time, there was no taxi. Song Yiran stomped her feet impatiently
She turned her head and looked at Chen Muyang. The man's eyes were still dazed. Half of his face was buried in the scarf, his mouth was filled with heat, his hands were in his pockets, and his body seemed to be shaking.
You, don't put your saliva on my scarf... She whispered and said rudely
Chen Muyang suddenly smiled childishly like a child, his voice was slightly hoarse: I'll help you wash it
Alas, this sister, where are you going? A middle-aged man driving a dirty Alto stopped in front of them and pulled down the window and asked
Chen Muyang bent down, coughed, and said: First People's Hospital
Song Yiran hurriedly pulled him back and glared at him fiercely
Twelve dollars, go? The middle-aged man asked
Song Yiran pulled him and moved a few steps aside and said: No need
A taxi drove in the back, but someone showed up on the roof
Song Yiran waved her hand and stopped her. The taxi driver suddenly braked, poked his head out and cursed: What is the little girl doing? Ah?
Song Yiran said a series of words regardless of the matter: Master, can you take us to the First People's Hospital? I'll pay you more! I can't get a taxi now... My brother has a high fever! Will he take the way? Just take the way!
At this time, the car window in the passenger seat was rolled down. It was a young man in a suit. He looked at the two of them and finally said to the driver: It's okay, anyway, let them get up.
Song Yiran hurriedly said a few, thank you, and took Chen Muyang to the back seat
As soon as I got into the car, Chen Muyang was so stuffy that he was so stuffy that he coughed a few times, and his head became more and more dizzy.
Song Yiran first recorded the license plate number on his mobile phone, then approached him and whispered: Your brain is not burned out, right? What kind of black car will you take tonight? If you are abducted and sold...
He laughed, and his voice was vague through the scarf: the man looked pretty stupid
What did you say? Song Yiran couldn't hear it clearly, so she pinned her hair behind her ears and exposed her ears to her.
Chen Muyang's throat tightened
Seeing her ears that were a little red from the cold were facing his mouth unbiasedly, the white skin under the beige scarf was faintly visible, and the thin fluff on the side of her face was also close at hand
I said, that person looks stupid, not bad
Song Yiran blanched her eyes and sniffed: Forget it during the day, I dare not say it again at night, you have a fever and can't beat others... Then he turned his head and went
When she turned her head, her hair accidentally threw it on his face. The pointed ends shaved across her cheeks. There was a slight pain and itchy hair, like a water pattern, as if it was swinging softly on his face.
He sniffed her scent: the faint scent of shampoo, and another smell, the same as the one in the scarf.
He doesn't know how to describe it, but if he insists on it, it's like pouring milk on the fresh apple I bought, clean and sweet
He secretly closed his eyes and savored the smell in the dark
Is it the fragrance of her body?
When playing basketball, there was a fat man in the next class, Lao Zhang, who often said vividly that girls had their own body fragrance. They often laughed at him for wanting to fall in love and being crazy about being crazy about being crazy.
Now that I think about it, Lao Zhang is right
With his eyes closed, and his mind was thinking about messy things, he felt a little drowsy, buried in his scarf, and his head swayed left and right as the car drove.
Song Yiran looked at the blurry neon lights passing through the window in a daze, sat up straight, turned to see why Chen Muyang was silent, but saw his head tilted, inadvertently tilting towards her shoulders.
Song Yiran was slightly stunned. Suddenly, she felt that this posture was very ambiguous, but when she saw his sick look, she sighed and forgot, she should not move around.
After about ten minutes, I arrived at the hospital. Song Yiran gently pushed him to wake him up and gave the money to the driver before getting off the bus: Master, then take it, you can make a cheaper gift for this big brother, thank you!
After saying that, he threw himself out of the car and pulled Chen Muyang into the hospital
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