Chapter 58 Chapter 58 Take a Holiday
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There was no light in the bedroom and the blackout curtains were drawn tightly. Gu Mengran opened his eyes blearily and saw darkness in front of him, without even a trace of light.
Slept until midnight?
Gu Mengran looked around blankly, raised his arm with difficulty and checked the time.
It’s 10 o’clock in the evening, almost midnight if not already. I slept really long.
He was still conscious before he passed out. Gu Mengran knew he had heatstroke. His mouth tasted bitter and smelled like medicine. He probably had been fed medicine by his grandfather or Liang Zhao.
There was something stuck on his forehead. He reached out and touched it, then tore off a cooling patch that had lost its coolness.
The fever hasn't subsided yet, my temples are aching slightly, my head is heavy, my feet are light, and my limbs are weak, as if I had been beaten up. It seems that I have not only heatstroke, but also some cold symptoms.
I was thirsty, hungry, and feeling unwell. This was too uncomfortable.
Gu Mengran sat up by supporting himself with his hands on the bed, threw the cooling patch on the bedside table, then took out a bottle of mineral water from the space and drank half of it in gulps.
The bed was shaking slightly, no, it was the boat that was moving.
Have you set off yet? Has the tarpaulin of the Giant Engine 5 been installed? After sleeping for more than ten hours, Gu Mengran had no idea what was happening outside, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
There was not a single walkie-talkie left, so he couldn't call anyone. Gu Mengran could only lift the quilt, crawl out of the warm bed, and prepare to go to the cab to ask about the situation.
He was a little slow because of his headache. He had just moved to the bed and had not yet found his slippers in the dark when he heard a burst of messy footsteps at the door, and then the overhead light suddenly lit up.
The sudden light was extremely dazzling. Gu Mengran closed his eyes immediately. When he adjusted to the light and opened his eyes again, the old man holding the bowl had already walked to the bedside.
A bowl of steaming kelp meatball soup made Gu Mengran dizzy. He reached out to take the bowl, but the old man dodged to the side, put the bowl on the bedside table, and touched his forehead without saying a word.
"It's still hot, why are you getting up? Lie down quickly."
Meng Gaoyang had a stern face, looking as if he would not be given food unless he lay down.
Gu Mengran uttered an "oh" in a muffled voice, then shrank back into the warm quilt and sat against the head of the bed.
Finally getting the kelp meatball soup, Gu Mengran picked up the bowl and ate it with relish, like a starving ghost.
The freshly chopped pork meatballs are chewy and just the right size for one bite. The meat is a bit greasy, but the fragrance of the kelp just neutralizes the greasiness, making it refreshing, fragrant and delicious.
Gu Mengran hadn't eaten his grandfather's specialty soup for a long time, and he missed it very much. He didn't even raise his head while eating and drinking, and didn't notice that the old man was sitting at the end of the bed, looking worried.
After drinking half a bowl of meatball soup, Gu Mengran felt like he was alive again. His headache was relieved and he felt much more energetic.
Eating too fast makes digestion difficult. Gu Mengran was just about to put down the bowl and take a break before eating again when his eyes caught sight of his grandfather's solemn and nervous expression, and the hand holding the bowl paused slightly.
"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me so closely while I'm eating? Are you reluctant to eat too much?" Gu Mengran knew that his grandfather was worried about his health, but he didn't want to make him too nervous, so he teased him as if joking.
The old man frowned upon hearing this, punched Gu Mengran's leg through the quilt, and said with a dark face: "I don't want to talk about you. What happened to you? Wasn't your health good before? It's only been a short time since you got on the ship, and you've fainted twice. You feel like a piece of paper."
"Don't worry, grandpa. I'm in good health now. It's just that the weather is too hot, and I didn't get enough rest, so it's normal to have heatstroke." Gu Mengran put the bowl back on the bedside table, poked his grandfather's arm, and said with a grin.
"Normal?" The old man rolled his eyes at him. "Xiao Liang didn't rest either. He even went out with you for several trips. How come he's fine?"
Gu Mengran was unconvinced and muttered quietly: "Then he is in better health."
Just as he finished speaking, his calf was hit again. Gu Mengran quickly retracted his leg and looked at his grandfather with a pout, "I'm still sick, and you're hitting me!"
"Oh, you also know that you are sick?" The old man sneered and said sarcastically, "You don't take care of your body and you mess around all day long. Who can you blame for your illness?"
Gu Mengran couldn't argue, so he shook his grandfather's hand and said, "It's all Gu Mengran's fault. Let's not talk about this, Grandpa. I slept all day. What's going on outside? The tarpaulin of the J-5 was installed so quickly? Who is driving the boat now?"
Three questions in a row failed to change the subject. Meng Gaoyang did not scold him anymore. He just looked at him helplessly and sighed softly, "Gu Mengran, we are three adults with hands and feet, not three children who can't take care of themselves."
"You can still drive the Wind Wing with your eyes closed. Don't treat it like raising a child. You have to do everything yourself and everything should be under your control. Can't you just take a break when you are sick? You are an old man and I am an old man. You are worried about me all the time."
At first glance it sounded like he was being too nosy, but Gu Mengran knew that his grandfather still cared about him.
In fact, even without Grandpa mentioning it, Gu Meng also felt that he was indeed a bit too controlling. He had an inexplicable desire to control Feng Yihao, Grandpa, and Liang Zhao. It seemed that everything had to be arranged and led by him before he could be completely relieved.
This mentality is very unhealthy. Just as my grandfather said, we are all adults with our own ideas and the ability to take action. We are not hungry baby birds on the branches, opening their mouths and waiting for him to feed and guide them.
But... having already lost once, Gu Mengran was afraid, afraid of losing again, afraid of losing control.
Apart from an extra storage space and three years of experience in the apocalypse, he was still an ordinary college student. Not to mention whether he could take care of everything and protect his family, the burden on his shoulders that was getting heavier day by day was almost suffocating him.
It seems like he really should give himself a break. His desire for control is becoming more and more serious. One day he will become a dictator who wields arbitrary power.
Grandpa and Liang Zhao are first and foremost independent individuals, and only secondarily his relatives.
The smile in Gu Mengran's eyes faded, he drooped his head, and nodded slightly, "I understand, Grandpa, I will take a good rest and recuperate in the next few days, and the transaction with Giant 5 will be left to you."
Not knowing what he was thinking, seeing his reaction, the old man thought he had said something too harsh, and hurriedly explained: "Grandpa is not blaming you, Grandpa is just worried about you. You are a human being and you get tired too, how can I let you do everything? We are a family, we should advance and retreat together."
"Also, don't keep everything in your heart. It's like holding back your urine. If you hold it in for too long, it will definitely cause problems. After all, I have lived decades longer than you. If you have any concerns or worries, tell me. Maybe grandpa can chat with you about it."
Although the words are rough, the logic is correct, but this is a bit too rough.
Gu Mengran suppressed his laughter and replied honestly, "I know, Grandpa."
"It's not enough to just know it, you have to take it to heart." The old man reached out and poked Gu Mengran on the forehead, stuffing half a bowl of kelp meatball soup into his hand, "I won't say any more, or I'll seem nagging. Eat quickly, and I'll go to bed after you're done."
Gu Mengran took the bowl and slowly ate the remaining meatballs.
Before he could even swallow the soup in his mouth, the old man quickly took the bowl and spoon from his hands, said "Go to sleep" and left without looking back.
As the lights went out, deep darkness surrounded everyone. Gu Mengran stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, not feeling sleepy at all.
I just woke up after sleeping for more than ten hours. Who can sleep like this!
Gu Mengran slid into the warm bed, took out his long-dusty mobile phone from the space, and randomly picked up a downloaded e-novel to read.
It feels good to have some free time, enjoying the cool air of the air conditioner, curled up in the warm bed, not having to worry about anything, it is as comfortable as it can be.
Gu Mengran was a little addicted to the novel. When he finally remembered that it was still night, he looked at the time and it was already late at night.
I'm not sleepy yet, but it's time to go to bed. I need to adjust to the jet lag.
Gu Mengran casually stuffed his phone under his pillow, yawned, curled up in a comfortable position and closed his eyes.
I had closed my eyes for less than five minutes and hadn't even felt sleepy yet when I heard a rustling sound at the bedroom door.
Gu Mengran thought that his grandfather had made a surprise attack and was about to ask him not to turn on the light. The next moment, the door lock collided with the padlock, making a slight "click" sound. Then, the sound of deliberately light footsteps came from far away and slowly stopped beside the bed.
The movements were so gentle, unlike the noisy grandpa. Gu Mengran vaguely guessed who the person was, and seeing that the other party had no intention of turning on the light, he closed his eyes again.
The side of the bed sank slightly, and the man sat on the edge of the bed. Gu Mengran calmed his breathing and pretended to be asleep, with a warm palm covering his forehead.
As if to measure his body temperature, Liang Zhao's hand stayed on his forehead for a long time. After a few minutes, Gu Mengran, who closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, was almost asleep. He lifted a corner of the quilt and suddenly found something cold under his armpit.
The sudden chill frightened Gu Mengran so much that he almost couldn't hold it in and sat up on the spot. It was not until Liang Zhao tucked the quilt in for him that he realized belatedly that there was a thermometer in his armpit.
He took his temperature, tucked in the quilt, and put a new cooling patch on his forehead. Liang Zhao then turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the bedroom.
Gu Mengran suddenly felt like laughing. Others came to visit him with good intentions and took care of him wholeheartedly. What was he doing? Why was he hiding in the dark and spying on others like a sewer rat?
There was no point in pretending anymore, so Gu Mengran planned to turn over and pretend that he had just woken up. But just as he was about to act, another person moved faster than him, and a touch of warmth touched his cheek.
It was not a palm, but only two fingers. Liang Zhao seemed to be blinded by the darkness and became a blind man who could not see anything. The slightly rough fingertips fell on his cheek, tracing inch by inch, as if trying to judge his appearance by touch.
Touching the forehead is to take body temperature, lifting the quilt is to insert the thermometer, why do we touch the face?
"Gu Mengran?"
A deep and hoarse voice sounded in his ears. Gu Mengran's heart skipped a beat and he lay flat on the bed not daring to breathe.
Half of his face seemed insufficient to judge his appearance. After confirming that he was asleep, Liang Zhao's fingertips slowly moved to Gu Mengran's nose. His movements were very gentle and slow, as if he was appreciating a rare collection, cautiously and with great care.
Gu Mengran held his breath, his mind went blank. He could clearly feel Liang Zhao's fingertips sliding down little by little, finally landing on his dry lips, stroking them gently with almost no effort.
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