Chapter 57
Shen Jiao always felt that she had forgotten something.
At this moment, I can’t remember it.
Until I was cutting eggplant and heard someone say: "Slice, wrap, fry, what's the point of the Ghost Festival without eggplant pancakes?"
Of course Eggplant couldn't speak, and Shen Jiao thought he had remembered something.
Eggplant cakes can be used as dry food for the deceased.
She had done it for others, but the focus at this moment was not the eggplant cake, but the forgotten Zhongyuan Festival.
Xue Shun wanted to go to worship his ancestors, and he was even willing to argue with Mr. Song about it, but now, he guessed that he couldn't go...
It’s all Jin Yu’s fault. Before she left, Shen Jiao didn’t have to remember these things.
If I had known this earlier, I would have exposed her later!
What should I do now?
Shen Jiao went to find Xue Shun carrying the eggplant.
He was still a little stunned: "Why are you crying so hard? Did you cut your hand?"
"No," Shen Jiao held up half an eggplant in her hand, "I remembered a traditional custom."
Eggplant: 'Yes, fry my custom'
So noisy.
Shen Jiao wanted to brush it away, but Xue Shun looked at the eggplant in confusion: "What kind of custom is that? Making colorful lanterns?"
"How can you make lanterns out of eggplants?"
"I don't know, maybe."
Xue Shun just thought of the eggplant-colored lanterns that were available during the New Year.
But soon he thought of other festivals instead of the New Year.
Shen Jiao: "Please forgive me, sir. I forgot about the Zhongyuan Festival ancestral worship."
"If you forget, forget it. Not to mention you, I have forgotten it too. I haven't seen them remind me in my dreams."
An ancestor who doesn't send dreams is as annoying as a father whose love disappears. Xue Shun no longer cares: "Fry the eggplant and feed it to Xuan Xiao and the others."
Eggplant: "Okay, it doesn't matter who eats it."
"Yes, I will go right away. But if the master asks, how should I answer?"
Shen Jiao doesn't care who ends up with the eggplant; she just wants to know if she will be implicated.
That’s a good question indeed.
Xue Shun threw his brush into the brush washer, wiped the ink from his hands, thought for a long time, and said, "Go get me a pot of cold wine, and send for Doctor Sun. If the headmaster asks, tell him that I missed my mother and got drunk and became seriously ill. That's why I couldn't go, and you were too busy taking care of me to report it in time."
"Sir, this is a good idea, but isn't it too much of a punishment?"
"It's okay, go ahead."
If this was just his own business, Xue Shun would not have made a fuss, but he was afraid that it would implicate them like the previous times.
What if others blame them for not reminding them?
It would be better if he couldn't go himself.
Missing your loved ones is a legitimate reason...
Shen Jiao looked hesitant.
Xue Shun: "Then I'll go by myself."
He doesn't drink alcohol on weekdays, but he has to drink it when cooking, so there is actually a bottle of Futou wine in the kitchen.
It is extremely severe.
Xue Shun poured a bowl and added some ice cubes into it. Not long after drinking it, he had another reaction.
It was even more serious than the time when he stole ice cream. He was sitting on the bed peacefully when he suddenly felt a sharp pain, his eyes went black, and he almost fell down. He controlled himself and lay on the bed, holding his stomach with one hand and grabbing the bed curtain with the other. He couldn't help but let out a "ugh" and groaned loudly.
Shen Jiao hurriedly asked Qiongzhi to find a doctor.
She came back and squatted beside the bed, reaching out and touching his stomach: "Master, you have a stomachache."
"Well... no... it's my intestines... it hurts... it hurts so much..." Xue Shun almost rolled over on the bed in pain, but he couldn't stay still. After lying down for a while, he got up again.
Shen Jiao was confused: "Why did you get up, young master?"
"Toilet," Xue Shun stood up with difficulty and walked behind the screen, not forgetting to wave away Shen Jiao's hand, "Don't worry about me, it hurts..."
“It’s hard not to.”
He took just two steps when he stopped, his waist bent as if his whole body was broken. He couldn't even stand up, so he had to free one hand to hold on to the bed, with the other hand still deep in his stomach. He slowly squatted down, breathing hard, and his whole body was trembling. Seeing this, Shen Jiao felt a little regretful: "If I had known earlier, I should have stopped you and shouldn't have let you drink."
"Stop talking, it's none of your business..." He said with difficulty, his face looking like he was about to cry. With Shen Jiao's help, he stood up and walked behind the screen, still waving his hands stubbornly, "Don't follow me."
Okay, okay, if he has diarrhea, Shen Jiao doesn’t want to follow him.
But after this person went in, he moaned intermittently a few times and then there was no movement. It was hard not to follow him.
Shen Jiao asked through the screen: "Master? Master, are you okay?"
Xue Shun didn't say anything. She walked over and saw that the man had fainted on the ground.
She was so frightened that she pinched his philtrum, and Xue Shun opened his eyes weakly in her arms.
Shen Jiao: "Is the young master done?"
Xue Shun: ...
He nodded.
But the toilet bowl was empty and his belt was untied, but there was no strange smell.
Xue Shun was almost going crazy with pain, and he could tell she was guessing blindly, so he said unhappily, "There's nothing..."
"What?" His voice was so soft that Shen Jiao could hardly hear it.
Xue Shun: "It's not diarrhea... Shen Jiao... I'm in so much pain... My stomach is twisting so badly... It feels like a tendon is pulling me down... My stomach is twisting too... It's really uncomfortable... I don't want to make such a fuss... But I'm in pain..."
He seemed a little drunk and spoke incoherently. He asked her what the doctor wanted and then begged her not to leave.
Xue Shun lay on Shen Jiao's legs, looking like a dog that had been kicked, and he looked so miserable.
It was somewhat embarrassing for a man to cry like this. Anyway, all the men she had known before followed this principle and would rather die in pain than cry.
But Xue Shun was not like that. His tears soaked Shen Jiao's skirt, and he kept whispering, "Don't leave... I'm scared... Don't leave me... I'm all alone..."
Shen Jiao was still patient with him at this moment, and could say anything: "This servant will not go anywhere, and will always accompany you, sir."
"This is what you promised me...you must keep your promise..." Xue Shun cried miserably and was trembling.
Shen Jiao responded, "I will definitely keep my word. Now, can I help you back to bed?"
"No... I have no strength... It hurts so much..." Xue Shun coughed and said that. Shen Jiao felt something was wrong and reached out to touch it, and sure enough, there was blood.
Xue Shun: "I stained your skirt..."
"It's okay." Shen Jiao took out a handkerchief and helped him wipe it. Before it was clean, he suddenly got up, knelt on the ground, supported himself with his hands, and vomited.
The alcohol alone wouldn't have been a big deal, the problem was that he vomited a lot of blood again.
Shen Jiao was a little surprised: "Sir..."
Are you going to die?
Xue Shun wiped his lips, touched his stomach and said, "I feel much better after vomiting."
That's definitely an illusion.
Shen Jiao tried to help him back to bed, but he squatted down again after taking a few steps.
Shen Jiao: "How about I carry you to the bed?"
"What a joke..." Xue Shun was unhappy and didn't believe it, and finally climbed back onto the bed.
"Is the young master feeling better?"
Shen Jiao saw that after he lay down, he was just trembling and no longer groaning, so she asked a question.
Xue Shun panted and said in a hoarse voice: "Shen Jiao, I'm not feeling well... I feel... more pain... and I'm cold... I don't have any strength at all... Can you help me massage it... please?"
His clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
No matter how many times he had been sick before, Shen Jiao was sure that this was definitely his most serious illness.
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