Chapter 24: The Trance During Sickness

The breathing was heavy. Su Yin called out several times before hearing Pei Weixue's hoarse voice, "Hmm."

"You have a cold?!"

Su Yin put the things on the table and asked anxiously, "Have you seen a doctor? No, I'll call Mom."

He didn't hear what Pei Weixue wanted to say, so he hurriedly called his mother. It took a while for the call to connect. There was a lot of noise in the background, probably at the farmers' market. "Mom, has Xue'er seen a doctor for a cold? Is it just a cold, or does she have a fever?"

While talking, I looked at the train tickets and thought it would be faster to share a train to go back.

"Cold and fever? Five dollars for just this bunch? Give me a discount so I can take more." Su Qingyue took the vegetables. "He didn't seem to get up for breakfast this morning. I'll go back and check." Young people don't get up early on weekends, so she didn't pay attention.

"Okay, okay."

After hanging up, he video-called Pei Weixue. The camera was facing the dark ceiling. "Xue'er, what's wrong with you? Why don't you tell me? Don't bear it."

"You..." Pei Weixue turned over, his throat aching uncomfortably. He took a sip of the water by the bedside before saying, "Why did you tell Mom?" He held up his phone and saw the face facing the camera. "I'll be fine in a minute."

"No! You must see a doctor." In the past, Pei Weixue had to endure minor illnesses and pains. Once, he had a cold and lay alone in the rental house without saying anything. If he hadn't found out that Pei Weixue didn't go to class and ran to find him, he wouldn't have known that he didn't take medicine or eat well, and was very weak.

Pei Weixue said, "I'm not that fragile." Perhaps it was from being at the beach that day, feeling the breeze, and then coming back to work overtime, that she caught a damp spot. "I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

"It takes a long time for you to recover from every cold." Su Yin said, holding the phone, "Let me see you." When Pei Weixue is sick, it takes a while to recover even if he takes medicine, even a common cold.

Suddenly, Pei Weixue said in a low voice, "The last time I caught a cold, you told me not to die in the house." He didn't know whether he should believe Su Yin's kindness these days. He didn't know how he got through those days.

"I'm sorry." Su Yin lowered his head slightly. He caught the resentment and sadness in Pei Weixue's words. He stared at the sewing kit beside him and made a decision.

Most of the details had already been discussed, and he would take it back to Dongcheng and have it made in his teacher's shop. Xue'er felt insecure and needed him by her side.

Those words were more vicious than he could have imagined. He didn't know how many more of those words he had said to Xue'er.

Just after hanging up the phone, there was a knock on the door, "Weixue. Are you sick?" Pei Weixue stood up with his heavy head supported.

Opening the door, Pei Weixue said, "I'm fine."

"Your voice is so hoarse and you still say you're fine." Su Qingyue said, holding the electric car key: "Let's go to the clinic." She reached out and touched Pei Weixue's forehead, "I don't think she has a fever. Have you taken her temperature?"

Pei Weixue nodded and said, "I've tested it, and he doesn't have a fever." He was still in his pajamas. Fortunately, the clinic was just opposite the community, not too far away.

After getting the medicine and taking it, I felt drowsy and fell asleep on the bed without even having time to take a shower.

While half asleep, he felt someone touching his forehead, and he raised his hand to grab it.

Su Yin was stunned. Did he wake up? He returned to Dongcheng as quickly as possible and took a shower before coming back, fearing that his dirty clothes would cause trouble for Pei Weixue.

"Brother Yin."

A small, gentle cry came from Pei Weixue's mouth. Su Yin didn't hear it clearly, so he leaned over and listened carefully, asking softly, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Finally, he heard Pei Weixue call out "Brother Yin" again.

Su Yin felt his heart numb, sour and swollen, "It's here." With the recent change of seasons, there are more cases of influenza. It would be better to wait until Pei Weixue wakes up before going to the hospital for a check-up.

It had been a while since Pei Weixue called him 'Brother Yin', but in reality, it hadn't been that long. For him now, only two months had passed, yet it felt like years.

Pei Weixue was older than him, and some of his former friends had called him that, but he really didn't like Pei Weixue calling him that.

Ever since Pei Weixue started calling him that, he forced his friends to change the way they addressed him, either to "Su Yin" or "Su Ge".

It may sound a bit confusing, but in middle school, he was really popular both inside and outside the school. Both the top students and the poor students in the school had a good relationship with him.

Why?

Because he helped to get food and reserved a place in the bathroom. He could earn a few dollars at a time, and if he saved up enough for a semester, he could buy a good piece of cloth.

Although his mother provided him with a lot of food, clothing and other expenses, he was free anyway, so it would be nice to earn some pocket money.

Suddenly he heard it again, his eyes felt a little hot, he bent down, and leaned lightly on the pillow next to Pei Weixue's head in a twisted posture.

The phone lit up several times, brightly lighting up the dark room.

He took it and looked at it. It was Jiang Zhi.

【Zhiya: Come to Yese tonight, I want to drink with you】

[Zhiya: I really can't stand that beast He Nan! ]

【Zhiya: I strongly suspect that it was you who told him that I wanted to get him back.】

If Jiang Zhi hadn't sent the message, he almost forgot that he had asked to confirm whether He Nan was Xia Duner.

Judging from the situation, the two of them probably had another fight. But...

The colored texts from before flashed through my mind, and I had no idea where the plot was going.

At first glance, it was sadomasochism. Sadomasochism while doing it was somewhat beyond his common sense.

No, no, get this out of your mind right now!

So obscene.

The easiest way to know where the plot is going is to approach He Nan and guess what's going on by looking at the text.

Why is there no text around Jiang Zhi? Does the plot only revolve around He Nan?

[Zhiya: Where are the people?! slamming the table.jpg]

[Su Yin: Xue'er is sick, I don't have time to make trouble with you]

[Zhiya: Haha, you said you'd help me clear up this misunderstanding before, but now you won't even drink with me. We're done!]

Su Yin: “…”

He's such a good brother. Even though he did so many bad things, Jiang Zhi didn't really break off relations with him. Jiang Zhi is a typical person with a tough exterior but a soft heart.

but...

If it is confirmed that He Nan is Xia Dun'er, Jiang Zhi will definitely not be hard on the outside but soft on the inside. Jiang Zhi and Xia Dun'er once played horse racing and agreed that whoever loses would call him dad. At that time, Xia Dun'er lost, and every day she saw Jiang Zhi happily calling him dad, which made the school leaders and classmates think that Jiang Zhi was bullying his classmates.

When Aunt Jiang knew about this, she went to school and met Xia Dun'er. Xia Dun'er called her "Grandma", which made Aunt Jiang very angry. She turned around and beat Jiang Zhi up.

Jiang Zhi said he would go and settle the score with Xia Dun'er, saying that she had affected his social life, but he couldn't find her. When he asked, he found out that Xia Dun'er had transferred to another school.

How do I know if He Nan has a scar on his butt?

He clapped his fist in his palm. Oh, right, why not just ask Jiang Zhi directly? Judging from the text, they are not the kind of people who don't have few desires.

But that wouldn't work. How could he ask without sounding vulgar or having other motives?

The situation is very awkward now. He is afraid that if he asks, Jiang Zhi will think that he is still coveting He Nan, and might even smack him in the face. What a dog.

"Brother Yin..."

There was another sound of mumbling in sleep. Su Yin put down his phone and listened attentively. He put his hand on Pei Weixue's shoulder and patted the air, "Here it is."

Not knowing what Pei Weixue was dreaming about, his brows were tightly furrowed. Su Yin didn't dare to move him, for fear of accidentally waking him up.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, Pei Weixue opened her tired eyes, and was a little dazed when she saw the dark figure beside her.

The curtains in his rental house are also light-proof. Even in broad daylight, it will be as dark as it is now when the curtains are drawn.

"Xue'er."

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was sick in college. He opened his eyes in the same way, felt the familiar breathing, saw the familiar figure, and heard the familiar call, very soft, for fear of scaring him.

"Brother Yin." He pulled the shadow into a tight hug, "I missed you so much."

My throat hurts as if I've swallowed a razor blade, and my voice is extremely hoarse.

Su Yin was held by him, "Are you okay?"

These four words woke Pei Weixue from his daze. He pushed Su Yin away, turned on the desk lamp and sat up, "Why are you back?"

Su Yin poured a cup of warm water and put it in his hand, "Your hands are very cold, hold them to warm them up." She sat on the bed and tucked the quilt in for him, "It takes a long time for you to recover every time you get sick. I have to keep an eye on you, and you can't skip meals."

Pei Weixue cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "No appetite." In fact, he would only eat more when Su Yin cooked the food, and he didn't have much appetite at other times.

"I'll make it for you." Su Yin took out the memo on her phone. "I haven't cooked any medicinal food these past two days. Plus, you're sick and taking other medicines, so it's not good for you to eat that. I'll cook some light millet porridge, and some crispy fish, and also..."

Pei Weixue stared at Su Yin who was muttering to himself while looking down at his phone. He noticed that the hair on the back of Su Yin's head was flattened. He must have fallen asleep while leaning back on the train.

Under the warm light of the desk lamp, his eyes looked very dark and bright, with tiny dots of light in his pupils.

When their eyes met, Su Yin's eyes were full of questions. Pei Weixue said calmly, "Yeah." He looked away and asked, "What about work when you come back?"

"I got it back. If you want to meet and talk, I'll take a bus to Haicheng. Anyway, I want to see you get better." Su Yin glanced at his face from side to side. Pei Weixue felt his gaze and turned back to look at him, "Why are you staring at me?"

"You look good. If your cheeks had a little more flesh, it would definitely be more comfortable to pinch." Su Yin stood up after saying this, "I'll go sort out the menu. You get up and wash up first. I've already cooked millet porridge. Come and have some later."

Pei Weixue's eyes were filled with mist and he nodded silently.

After the door closed, he pinched his cheeks and it seemed that there was indeed less flesh. Was it difficult to pinch?

Its cheeks were puffed up with air. He poked it twice and the air was deflated. It was actually quite easy to pinch.

After washing up and walking out, Su Qingyue and Su Yin were discussing whether to eat pig tongue with snow peas or celery in the kitchen, and their voices could be heard faintly.

As if startled by the footsteps, Su Yin turned around and smiled at him, opening her mouth, "The millet porridge is on the table."

He walked to the dining table, scooped a bowl of porridge, blew on it and took a sip. His stomach warmed up and he felt much better.

"How is it? Are people feeling better?" Su Qingyue walked out and asked.

"Yeah. Sorry to have worried you."

"If you feel uncomfortable, you should speak up. You can't hold it in."

"Um."

After being discovered by Su Yin once, Su Yin paid close attention to his condition. Every time he was sick, Su Yin was busy taking care of him.

Before the divorce, he almost never lived here. He was busy with work and often left early and came back late. Many times, Su Qingyue didn't even know when he recovered from his illness.