Chapter 82 Chapter 25 Being sick is a small matter,...

Being sick is a small matter. If he develops a chronic illness, he will hate himself to death.

Xie Qingyu understood what he meant, but he also felt that Song Boyuan was making a fuss out of nothing. Not to mention that the two men had already jumped into the icy river and had no time to cause trouble. He was capable of avoiding danger and there was no need for him to go through so much trouble.

But his actions were not what he had in mind, and he even made room for the person next to him: "Since that's the case, then don't hide behind me anymore, come on up!"

"Come with me."

Xie Qingyu's guess was correct. Song Jiale, who had hardly done any work before, fell seriously ill after this incident.

Fu Chen could still stand up, but his body was severely burned. Song Jiale, who had stayed in the water for a longer time, was in a very different situation.

He has been in a coma and hasn't woken up yet.

His whole body was burning hot, and his face, which was covered in bruises and purple, was now stained with a glaring red.

Obviously, he reaped the consequences.

Fu Chen moved out of the Youth League House some time ago and lives in Song Jiale's house. Without Song Jiale to mediate between his parents, Fu Chen definitely cannot stay in this house well.

He suppressed the disgust in his eyes, brought the medicine prepared in the kitchen to Song Jiale's bedroom, and casually placed the bowl of medicine on the table.

Song Jiale, with his eyes closed, felt uncomfortable lying on the bed. His sweaty clothes stuck to his body, and the pain emanating from inside him, coming from nowhere, tortured him as he fell asleep.

"Aren't you awake yet?"

Having seen the movements of the person on the bed when he was unconscious, Fu Chen looked at the person in front of him who was trying to pretend and never seemed to be awake, but was using too much force.

Fu Chen spoke with an expressionless face and a cold tone, words full of warning.

A huge shadow loomed over him, and Song Jiale was so nervous that his nails dug deep into his flesh under the quilt. The sensitive nerve endings transmitted the huge pain to his cerebral cortex. Only then could he continue to pretend to be unconscious under the double pressure of Fu Chen.

"What? My words are no longer effective?" Fu Chen's warning sounded again.

This is not a question, but an affirmative sentence.

As Fu Chen finished speaking, the person on the bed did not move, but ignored the body buried under the quilt.

In this era, even if one is very favored at home, a poor family cannot provide many good things. Therefore, the quilt that Song Jiale is covering himself with at this time, although not as thin as the one when Xie Qingyu just came, is not much thicker either.

At this moment, his body was trembling slightly as if he was frightened, and it was very obvious under the thin blanket.

The hot air he exhaled suddenly hit Song Jiale's face before he realized the source of the heat.

The demon whispered in his ear, "You're sick this time, with more injuries on your body, and you said you fell down. How about that excuse?"

His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

He looked like a gentle and refined face, but he turned out to be a scoundrel in private. Song Jiale's heart started beating wildly after he opened his eyes.

The fear in his pupils was obviously abnormal.

"I'm sorry, I may not be able to complete what I did before." Song Jiale was frightened and kept muttering apologies.

There was a flash of disdain in Fu Chen's eyes, but when he lowered his head and looked at Song Jiale, his eyebrows were gentle and his movements were friendly.

"It's okay. That's all in the past and won't be necessary in the future. You should take good care of your injuries now. After you recover, study with me and get into college. That's the most important thing right now."

When the gentle Fu Chen returned, Song Jiale suddenly realized something, and then it was as if the man's cruelty to him had never happened, and they reconciled.

When the two of them were reviewing with difficulty.

On Xie Qingyu's side, under the forced implementation of his daily plan, Song Boyuan also rediscovered the joy of learning, and the two of them were studying efficiently every day.

Of course, without Song Jiale's interruptions, Xie Qingyu also had fewer worries.

The cool autumn wind finally became biting. The lush leaves in the courtyard outside the window turned from green to yellow, and now only bare branches remained.

There is a little more white outside the window today.

“It’s snowing.”

"Winter is coming."

Winter has completely arrived, and there is less farm work to do in the fields. Song Boyuan needs to spend much less time working.

The winter vacation at school is coming, and the two of them are completely free at work.

The village chief knew that the educated youth were going to take exams, so he arranged some easy work for them so that they would have more time to prepare for the exams.

After all, it would be a great honor for him to have another college student in the village.

"Want to play in the snow?" Xie Qingyu suddenly asked this question while the two of them were studying hard.

Song Boyuan looked up at the snow piled up outside the window, then at the young man's smiling eyes: "Time is running out, please help me analyze this problem quickly."

"Weren't you restless before? Why are you so anxious now?"

Song Boyuan understood that the young man was teasing him again, but time was approaching and there was still a lot of knowledge that he had no memory of.

He knew the young man had a solid foundation, judging by his meticulous, step-by-step explanations. Even though the young man had long ago said his current level was good enough for a university entrance exam, he was now ambitious and wanted to stay with the young man, preferably in the same school.

Even though he knew the boy was willing to compromise with him, he was unwilling to do so. He could only work harder now so that he could get one step closer in the future.

Song Boyuan smiled helplessly. The two levels were reversed. Before, he coaxed the children to learn, but now he coaxed them to teach.

"Can we start teaching now?"

The soft touch touched her lips and then left. Xie Qingyu held Song Boyuan's face, not satisfied with the light kiss just now, and deepened the previous kiss again.

When Song Boyuan was confused, Xie Qingyu seemed to remember something serious and persuaded him, "It's okay now."

Song Boyuan's eyes were moist and red blushes appeared on his cheeks, but the belief in his heart finally prevailed and he managed to calm down.

"Okay, let's continue!"

Xie Qingyu understood what Song Boyuan was thinking. Seeing him getting thinner and thinner because of studying, Xie Qingyu couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. She could only do something from time to time to relax Song Boyuan.

Avoid making him too tense.

The atmosphere became more and more tense as the leaves fell. In the past, we could see three or two people walking on the bridge in the afterglow of the setting sun, but we haven't seen that scene for several days.

The people passing by on the road were also in a hurry, not as leisurely as before.

Xie Qingyu implemented the original plan step by step.

It was already winter, and every morning outside the window, I could see thick piles of snow. The snow had fallen so heavily during the night that the work in the fields had been put on hold.

The school had already been on vacation, and now Xie Qingyu and Song Boyuan could not go out and often sat at the table all day.

Once you sit down, you will feel drowsy in the early morning and dim at night.

The knowledge has entered my brain, but as I live day after day, I always feel a little tired for no reason.

"Song Jiale and the others are really timid. They have endured until now and have not come to find them." Xie Qingyu propped up his arms and looked out the window. The snow was falling quietly like catkins, and he sighed nonsensically.

Song Boyuan absorbs knowledge like a sponge every day. As time goes by, he wishes he could split time into several parts so that he can learn more and reach higher knowledge.

"It's a good thing they didn't come to find me. They are very unlucky. Nothing good will happen to them if they meet me." Song Boyuan took up Xie Qingyu's sigh after finishing a question.

Xie Qingyu turned his gaze from afar and looked at the person next to him who had returned to his studies.

His profile is as cold and hard as if it were cut by a knife, and his eyebrows are serious. He must have encountered a problem at this time, and his frown can be seen from the side.

She pursed her thin lips and held a black fountain pen in her hand with the cap on. The round tip of the pen cap moved up and down lightly with the movement of her wrist.

It's like being immersed in it.

Xie Qingyu smiled and nodded silently, indicating that she agreed with Song Boyuan's statement that it was better not to meet him.

It's definitely not a good thing if you encounter it.

This year's Spring Festival comes a little late.

It's also a bit slow.

It was so slow that it turned into those difficult days, every bit of torture, but it was also so fast that it seemed like the memory of that time, with the ups and downs covering the entire memory, only a vague impression, and in a blink of an eye, only the knowledge that filled my head was left.

Exceptionally clear.

"Come, you have to take good care of it too."

Her palms, which were frozen red, were put on red gloves and she wore a red scarf like the one Xie Qingyu was wearing.

It made his wheat-colored skin look a little whiter.

Not to mention, Xie Qingyu, who already had fair complexion, looked even more beautiful with the bright red scarf on.

"It's so beautiful!" Looking at his sweetheart wearing the scarf he knitted himself, Song Boyuan couldn't help but admire it.

"You're pretty, and you're also very skillful." Xie Qingyu lowered her hand from the scarf and took Song Boyuan's hand. "Don't be nervous now, right? Believe in yourself, you can do it."

Song Boyuan took a deep breath and clenched his clasped hands: "Don't be nervous, we will definitely go to the same university."

"That's right, be more confident. I can teach you how to do better."

The young man smiled brightly, and seemed to be shrouded in a layer of confident light. Even Song Boyuan beside him was a little bit affected by it, which was enough for him to dream of a beautiful future for the two of them.

The atmosphere on Xie Qingyu's side was good, and even the footprints left on the snow behind them indicated a bright future for the two of them.

The entire village was at this examination site. Along the way, I saw many educated youths from the educated youth home. Most of the educated youths who went to the countryside were those whose families could not provide them with support. This college entrance examination was their chance to return home.

After all, those who are full of confidence are only a small minority. Most people are worried. It is like crossing a single-plank bridge. It is difficult to move forward or backward. They can only take a gamble and take this opportunity to fight hard.

For a slim but only chance.

At the same time, there were two figures who had no time to worry. Before they even entered the examination room, they started arguing at the door.

Both sides looked at each other with deep hatred.

"Why is the certificate I need for the exam gone?" Fu Chen's eyes were blazing with fire, and the blazing flames in them seemed to turn into substance and shoot towards Song Jiale.

"Let go quickly. The exam is about to start. You cleaned it up yourself. I didn't touch it, so how would I know?" Song Jiale couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, and the grievance on his face was extremely real.

After saying that, he reached out to brush away Fu Chen's hand.

Not shaken at all.

His tone was filled with anxiety and pleading: "Let go quickly, and look carefully for it yourself. It might be in a different place."

Fu Chen's eyes were full of inquiry, and his hand movements even became more intense after he said that.

The obvious disbelief also made Song Jiale suffer.