fever
midnight.
Wen Yan was suddenly awakened by his own cough.
She coughed so hard that even her brain nerves ached with every breath she took.
A few seconds later, Wen Zhili's voice came from outside the door: "Yanyan? Are you okay? Can I come in?"
"Um—cough! cough!"
Wen Yan barely uttered a syllable in response when he started coughing violently again.
Wen Zhili pushed the door open and came in, squatting in front of her bed to touch her forehead.
She had changed into a white cotton nightgown. When she reached out her hand, a faint fragrance reached her before the warmth on her forehead.
"It's so hot... I knew it, just like the day of the high school entrance exam. You didn't eat much for dinner... Wait, Yanyan, I'll get a thermometer."
Just as Wen Zhili turned to leave, Wen Yan mumbled, "The medicine box... has been moved."
"Now they are all in the bottom drawer on the left side of the TV cabinet."
"……good……"
Wen Zhili looked at her with a complicated expression and left in a hurry.
After a while, she came back with a thermometer in one hand and antipyretic medicine and alcohol cotton pad in the other.
"Damn—39.5℃."
"You have a high fever..." Wen Zhili's voice was filled with anxiety.
There was no light in the room, and Wen Yan could only see his sister's figure against the light coming in from outside.
She couldn't see her frown, but she could see the outline of a small hillock between her eyebrows when she frowned.
After three years, that slightly cool hand finally touched her cheek again.
"Yanyan, besides coughing, are you feeling unwell anywhere else?"
Wen Yan pointed to his head.
"Head, does it hurt or something?"
Wen Yan listened to her anxious questions and felt a little dazed.
Why are you so anxious and why are you frowning?
Because she is her sister?
Or because she is also her parents' daughter.
"It hurts."
Wen Zhili's heart sank.
Yes, with such a high fever, my head must be hurting like crazy.
She was just wondering if she needed to take painkillers if the pain was severe, but she was stunned the next second.
My sister's tears suddenly burst out without any warning.
"Yanyan, you——"
"I'm in excruciating pain."
Wen Yan covered her eyes with the back of her hands, curled up on the bed and cried out loud, feeling extremely sad.
"I thought you said those words to me on purpose three years ago."
"When I saw you today, I thought you came back to celebrate graduation with me. I thought you finally missed me."
"But you actually brought back a man..."
Wen Zhili stood there in shock, moving his lips several times but ultimately saying nothing.
Perhaps she just couldn't bear to stand by and watch her sister, who had a high fever right after their reunion, crying bitterly, so she gently sat down beside Wen Yan's bed and hesitantly squeezed her hand.
“Yanyan…”
Wen Yan sat up and wanted to say something indignantly, but Wen Zhili took the opportunity to gently embrace her in his arms.
When the familiar warm embrace came over her, tears fell from Wen Yan's eyes one after another like melted wax.
She allowed herself to sob in the arms of someone she hadn't seen for years.
Everything was so familiar—the temperature, the aroma, and the hand gently caressing the back of my head.
"Yanyan, stop crying..."
"Be good, be good."
She coaxed her, comforted her, and indulged her with her boundless tenderness as before.
But she just didn't explain what Wen Yan had just said to secretly accuse her.
How could she not understand?
She is gentle and ruthless.
Wen Yan already had a fever, and now she felt hot all over from crying.
After a while, Wen Zhili noticed that his sister's crying hadn't been so fierce, so he quickly said, "Yanyan...you need to take some medicine to reduce the fever. I'll go get you some water."
She fled again.
When she came back with a glass of water, Wen Yan had stopped crying and was lying quietly on the bed.
Neither of them spoke until Wen Yan sat up and swallowed the pill.
The alcohol on the side was not as useful as it was three years ago.
Wen Zhili saw her lying down again, so he put the remaining water on the bedside and asked worriedly: "Yanyan, should we go to the hospital for emergency treatment?"
"Need not."
This time Wen Yan answered quickly and calmly.
Wen Zhili was silent for a moment, then said, "Then let's see if the fever has subsided tomorrow. If it's still so high, go to the hospital."
Wen Yan didn't answer. Wen Zhili stood quietly for a while, and finally said, "Go to sleep. You can call me if you feel uncomfortable or hungry at night. I'll go back to my room first." Then he started walking.
When she reached the door, Wen Yan's voice sounded again, this time, hoarse.
"Can you tell me why you came back this time?"
One second.
Two seconds.
Only silence met with him.
"never mind."
Wen Yan buried her face deeply in the pillow tiredly.
"You go."
After a moment of silence, the door was closed and the room was left in darkness again.
There's no point asking anything, and there's no point saying anything.
It's useless.
Nothing can change the fact that Wen Zhili has brought Zhou Ji home to meet his parents for dinner.
She thought back to the three years she had spent immersed in longing and felt it was a bit ridiculous.
Wen Zhili left, leaving her with a house full of memories, several winters when no one reminded her to put on lipstick, countless unsolvable problems and endless tears.
Her sister never taught her what it meant to be in unrequited love, and neither did her mother or father.
She had no choice but to wait awkwardly, thinking of her sister in her heart at every lonely moment, and thinking aggrievedly about when that person would come back and confess to her: "Actually, I still love you."
She heals her own cracks,
The wound aches slightly before every rainy season.
Wen Yan had a splitting headache and tears burst out again.
…
The next day, Wen Yan woke up and before he even opened his eyes, he felt extremely thirsty.
She picked up the water cup on the bedside table, propped up her upper body and drank several big gulps.
After drinking the water, she felt refreshed. Only then did she realize that the glass of water in her hand had been refilled and was even still warm when she took a sip.
She looked at the head of the bed, and sure enough, there were two painkillers lying quietly there.
Wen Yan touched his forehead again. It wasn't hot, so his fever must have gone down.
I don’t know how many times that person came to me at night, and whether he stayed up all night like he did the day I had a fever after the high school entrance examination.
Wen Yan's heart softened, but was replaced by an even stronger sadness.
If she hadn't been so nice to me, I wouldn't be so sad now.
How did she do it?
He could be considerate enough to hug her and coax her gently like he did last night, but he could also be cruel enough to ignore her for the past three years.
Wen Yan walked out of the room and heard the sound of keyboard clacking.
As I continued walking outside, I saw Wen Zhili sitting at the dining table, concentrating on typing on the laptop keyboard, apparently working on something.
She wore a pair of square black-framed glasses, which gave her a programmer-like temperament - this was the first time Wen Yan saw her wearing glasses.
She was still wearing her white nightgown, the belt around her waist outlining her slender waist. Her black hair was casually tied up low at the back of her head, revealing her slender white neck.
She looked different from the professional attire she wore yesterday; she had a gentle, casual beauty. Perhaps because she was busy with work, she had a certain eye-catching brilliance.
It's as beautiful as a movie scene.
Wen Yan just stared at her blankly for a long time - after all, this was an opportunity she had never had again in all the days they had been apart - until Wen Zhili noticed her.
"Ah, Yanyan, you're awake. Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Wen Zhili took off his glasses, closed his notebook, and stood up.
He didn't ask her if she still had a fever, which meant that she did sneak in in the middle of the night to take her temperature.
Wen Yan shook his head.
"What would you like to eat?"
"casual."
"Would you like some porridge? There's some in the pot. I'll get it for you."
"OK."
Wen Yan sat down opposite Wen Zhili. After a while, Wen Zhili placed a bowl of pumpkin and millet porridge in front of her.
"Be careful, it's a little hot."
After giving her instructions, she returned to where she had just sat, without turning on the computer or speaking a word, and just watched her drink the porridge.
Wen Yan didn't want to communicate with her at first.
I am still sad because of her.
But she couldn't stand her sister looking at her like that.
After all, this man had been guarding her all night last night.
return……
I held her in my arms and coaxed her softly for so long...
"Uh... Mom and Dad went to work again?"
"Well, he left not long after dinner last night."
"Don't you... have to go to work?"
She just glanced at the time and it was almost 11 o'clock. What kind of big factory employee could still be hanging around the house in pajamas at 11 o'clock.
"Today is Saturday."
"You guys can have two days off a week? That's great."
"Um."
"oh……"
Having nothing more to say, Wen Yan silently lowered his head to drink his porridge, but his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of the cup of Four Seasons Milk Tea on the corner of the table that had not been touched last night.
This... why is it still here?
A bit embarrassing...
"Any plans for today?"
The one who spoke was Wen Zhili.
"Oh, I haven't packed up my things in the classroom yet. I plan to go back to school with my deskmate later. I won't be eating lunch at home."
"Aren't you going with Guangxi?"
"She said she wanted to stay in bed for two more days. Oh, yes, she has a boyfriend, and she will go with him."
"So, who's your deskmate?"
"You don't know him."
Wen Zhili pursed his lips and said nothing, and Wen Yan lowered his head to drink his porridge.
"What do you want for dinner?"
"Whatever—never mind, I'm not coming back to eat."
"……good."
Wen Yan couldn't stand the atmosphere a bit, so he quickly drank the last few mouthfuls of porridge and stood up.
"I'm going to change my clothes and leave."
"good."
When Wen Yan came out after cleaning up, he saw that the table and dishes had been cleared, but Wen Zhili was still sitting at the dining table typing on the keyboard.
Sensing the movement, Wen Zhili turned his head.
There was a moment of surprise in his eyes, but gradually, his brows furrowed.
Today Wen Yan wore a very pure white dress with a waistline and put on some light makeup.
"Yanyan, are you...going back to school with your friends to pack up your things?"
"Um."
"You're going to pack up with friends, and you have to dress so exquisitely?"
Don’t you know who you are meeting that you are dressed so exquisitely?
Wen Yan finally swallowed the criticism back into her stomach.
"Um, what's wrong?"
Wen Zhili lowered his eyes.
"Nothing, just be careful on the road."
…
When Wen Yan met Jiang Zhu at the school gate, he was inevitably stared at and teased by the other party.
"Miss Wen, are you here to pack your things, or are you here to date me?"
"Don't laugh at me, I'm so unlucky today."
"Ouch, what's wrong?"
Wen Yan couldn't explain what happened between her and Wen Zhili, so she remained silent for two seconds and then waved to Jiang Zhu.
"I'll explain it to you later when I have time. Let's go inside first. Oh, and by the way, will you eat dinner with me outside?"
"Huh? Why would it take me the whole afternoon to pack up?"
"Too……"
Wen Yan thought for a while.
"Then let's go see a movie this afternoon? There's a new suspense film that I'd really like to see."
Jiang Zhu teased, "So Miss Wen really is here for a date."
Wen Yan rolled his eyes at her, ignoring her nonsense, and the two of them walked towards the school.
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