Miss you
She had no choice but to take it.
Wen Zheng turned around and went into the kitchen. From the sound he heard, it sounded like someone was boiling water.
Xia Tangyue found it difficult to enjoy the care of strangers with peace of mind. Just as she stood up, Wen Zheng brought out a disposable water cup and handed it to her.
"Drinking some hot water will make you feel better."
She replied hoarsely, "Thank you."
After drinking the hot water, the dryness in his throat was indeed relieved a lot. Xia Tangyue leaned back on the sofa and took out the thermometer to take a look.
「38.3°」
Low fever.
She closed her eyes uncomfortably and raised her arm to rest on her forehead.
I guess she caught a cold today, and was under too much stress, which led to her body's immunity being weakened and she got infected.
"You don't need to take medicine for a low fever." Wen Zheng's words made Xia Tangyue look at him.
He opened the door of the refrigerator next to him, took out an ice pack, wrapped it in a towel and handed it over: "Apply a cold compress later, get a good rest tonight, and you should be fine tomorrow."
Xia Tang jumped up and took it, smiling bitterly: "I'm sorry to bother you."
He disturbed others from trading stocks in the middle of the night and boiled water and looked for medicine for her. She thought that she should pay him a thank you fee when she left.
Wen Zheng didn't respond. He went to the front desk, got something, and then came back.
It was late at night, a man and a woman were alone, and he stood one step away from her with discretion.
"Let me add your WeChat. The front desk is not manned 24 hours a day, so if you feel unwell, you can contact me directly here."
Xia Tangyue took out her mobile phone to scan the code. After the verification was passed, the cartoon bear's avatar appeared in her address book.
The background color of the avatar is blue, which adds a hazy tone, like seeing flowers in the fog.
"Go to bed early." Wen Zheng stepped aside to make way. Xia Tangyue nodded at him gently: "You too, go to bed early."
She went upstairs with the hot water, looked at the WeChat page on the screen, and couldn't help but click on the blue bear avatar.
The circle of friends is empty, there is not even a personal signature, and the background is also blank.
It is said online that people who do not show any emotions on social media are very scheming.
Maybe he added her on WeChat because he was worried that something might happen to her in the B&B, which would affect the business.
Lying back in bed, Xia Tangyue applied the ice pack wrapped in a towel to his forehead for a while, wiped his hands and feet with it, and then put it on the bedside table. He forced himself to calm down and not think about anything, and have a good rest, so that he could go out to look for paintings tomorrow morning when the fever subsided.
A new day, Wednesday.
We are one step closer to the finalization date required by investors.
The first thing Xia Tangyue did when he woke up was to open his phone to see what time it was.
08:20.
She took a deep breath, half sat up from the bed, and casually flipped through WeChat. The blue bear avatar with red dots was at the top of the list.
07:06 "Are you feeling better?"
"The typhoon has gone today, but it's raining heavily, so I don't recommend going out for a walk."
07:36 "Breakfast is available on the first floor."
08:06 "See the message and reply."
Xia Tangyue looked at the three evenly spaced messages on the screen, his fingertips hovering over the screen for a few seconds.
He touched his forehead and the back of his neck.
No fever, the fever has subsided.
"I just woke up and my fever has gone away. Thank you."
As soon as the message is sent, the dialog box immediately displays "The other party is typing..."
But after waiting for a long time, Xia Tangyue only received a brief "hmm".
Although she no longer had a fever, she still felt unwell, with a dizzy head and an itchy throat.
She couldn't care less, time was running out. She got up in a hurry, put on her shoes, went to the bathroom to wash up, changed her clothes, took the melted ice pack and went downstairs.
There was no one at the reception.
The sound of tableware being placed could be heard in the restaurant.
Xia Tangyue took a look and saw a young girl she had never seen before fiddling with the table. When she saw someone coming, she turned around and greeted them.
"Is it Miss Xia?"
Xia Tangyue nodded slightly.
Hearing this, Zhong Yun brought out a bowl of clear soup noodles: "This is breakfast, please enjoy."
Xia Tangyue remembered that when he booked the room, the room rate did not include meal expenses.
"Does your B&B provide breakfast service?"
Zhong Yun explained: "No, our B&B never provides meals for guests. It was Zheng who said you have a fever and need to eat something light in the morning."
Brother Zheng?
Xia Tangyue recalled the conversation on WeChat and sat down hesitantly, a little curious in her heart: "You also call him brother, are we a relative?"
Zhong Yun: "No, I am related to Zhuang Chen, but not to him."
After saying that, Zhong Yun took out a broom and started cleaning the public area. Xia Tangyue guessed that she should be in charge of the logistics of the B&B.
She ate her noodles in silence, checked the weather forecast on her phone, switched to the WeChat interface, clicked on the blue bear avatar, and typed two words.
"Thanks."
It's raining heavily.
Xia Tangyue booked a car and went to Shengli Street.
It can be seen that the drainage system here is very good. The area that was flooded yesterday has receded, leaving only some garbage and yellow mud piled on the ground.
Holding an umbrella, she carefully walked through the dirty and messy area and came to the position given by the old gatekeeper.
Standing in front of the rusty iron gate, the rain slid down the ribs of the umbrella and formed small whirlpools at my feet.
The address given by the old man points to an abandoned textile factory warehouse, with a faded "Safe Production" slogan still on the mottled exterior wall.
Is this the place?
Xia Tangyue stood on tiptoe and looked inside.
The decayed and mottled exterior walls exude an old-fashioned atmosphere, and it is obvious that no one has been here for a long time.
Will the painting be here? The textile factory?
She opened the navigation and looked at it carefully again. After confirming that the address given by the old man was correct, she reached out and pushed the iron gate open.
The iron sheet covered with red rust made a harsh sound due to friction and slowly opened a gap towards her.
She raised her umbrella and squeezed in.
The abandoned warehouse had all its doors and windows corroded. Xia Tangyue stepped onto the porch and looked at each room one by one. The warehouse was filled with a damp, musty smell mixed with the scent of rust and rotten wood.
The ceiling was covered with spider webs. Rainwater that had seeped in from somewhere left winding water marks on it. The occasional dripping of water made a thrilling "tick-tick" sound in the silence.
Xia Tangyue is a little afraid of the dark.
The gloomy weather could not provide much light for the dark warehouse. She breathed softly unconsciously, and cold sweat broke out on the palms of her hands holding the umbrella handle.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the hall, and a rickety door slammed shut, scaring her all over.
She subconsciously took two steps back, but her back hit a cold, hard object - a rusty old textile machine.
Xia Tangyue gasped and covered his chest to comfort himself.
There's nothing, don't scare yourself.
Finding the painting was important, so she had to hurry and look. If it wasn't here, she would have to move to another place.
The room was filled with yellowed old newspapers and broken wooden boxes. There was nothing related to painting, not even a picture frame.
She walked dejectedly on the old stairs, step by step... A rustling sound came from behind her, and she thought it was a mouse, so she quickly hid aside. But then, the sound stopped.
She stopped where she was and didn't move. After a while, she continued to go downstairs. After she walked a little further away, the same sound rang out again.
Xia Tangyue's ears twitched slightly, and he looked back, but nothing was there.
She searched everywhere but couldn't find it. How could this happen? Or did she look in the wrong place?
She opened her umbrella and stood on the front floor of the warehouse facing the textile factory, trying to recall if she had missed anything - just then, a black figure seemed to flash across the corridor on the second floor.
She was startled and looked carefully in that direction.
Nothing at all.
The environment here is so gloomy, no one else would come here except her. She must be too nervous and have an illusion.
Xia Tangyue rubbed his tight solar plexus, and the sequelae of the fever were now revealed.
She began to feel dizzy and the back of her head felt swollen and painful.
No, it hurts.
The body is the capital of revolution, so go buy some medicine and take it first.
She left Shengli Street, bought medicine at a nearby pharmacy, and then found a restaurant and ordered a rice bowl to eat.
The rain gradually subsided and more people appeared on the road.
Xia Tangyue stared in a daze at the poinciana tree at the door that was blown all over the place. Her favorite curry beef now tasted like chewing wax in her mouth.
Where are the paintings she is looking for? Is the information wrong? Probably not, after all, the first seven paintings have been found.
Or maybe she found the wrong place?
Should I go back and ask the old man again?
After dinner, Xia Tangyue returned to the art gallery.
A big sign at the door read: Typhoon, closed for a week.
She sighed softly, went to the roadside to buy a box lunch and brought it back to the B&B to eat tonight. She felt embarrassed to have eaten two meals at the B&B, after all, the girl said in the morning that they did not provide meals for guests.
Being sick can easily make people tired.
Xia Tangyue was drenched in the rain for a long time. She took a hot bath and lay on the bed immediately after returning to the guest room. She wanted to relax, but her mind was full of paintings.
She didn't know if it was because of the medicine she had taken, but it was only a little after four in the afternoon, but she began to feel drowsy. Her eyelids were drooping, and she fell asleep as soon as she covered herself with the quilt in a daze.
When I woke up again, the room was dark.
The light from the street lamp filtered in through the gaps in the undrawn curtains.
Xia Tangyue turned on his cell phone with sleepy eyes.
21:00.
I thought I just took a short nap, but I didn't expect to sleep for so long.
She moved her head and stretched herself, and she clearly felt that her tiredness had eased a lot and the dizziness had disappeared.
It’s different when you get enough rest.
The lunch box she brought back was already cold, so she planned to go to the restaurant on the first floor to use their microwave to heat it up, but there was no one at the front desk.
Thinking that it was just a matter of using the microwave, it shouldn't be a problem, so Xia Tangyue directly opened the lunch box and put it in, planning to tell them when they came back.
bite--
After taking out the heated meal, she pulled a chair and sat down in the dining room. Just as she was about to eat, a voice came from above her head.
"Why are you eating so late?"
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