Little Sweethearts 11
Jiang Qixin's consciousness seemed to become a little fuzzy. Although he could still try to open his eyes, Jiang Qixin just couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly. The space in front of him seemed to be distorted.
The quilt didn't smell like her, only the faint aroma of laundry detergent. The laundry detergent used by the housekeeping company wasn't the same brand she usually used. Jiang Qixin sniffed the quilt, and while it was fragrant, it also felt unfamiliar and unpleasant.
The room, which was once very familiar to her, now felt strange and uncomfortable to her because of time.
Time can change a lot. It can make people's feelings fade, or it can make people's feelings deepen.
Jiang Qi thought that she probably had a fever, and it was very serious, so serious that she seemed to have perceptual confusion and hallucinations.
She had just felt a cool touch on her hot forehead. The touch was very subtle to her. It was a strange and unfamiliar feeling that stimulated her cerebral cortex.
She only felt as if a palm, whose temperature was far below human body temperature, was pressed against her forehead. The temperature was a bit high in the afternoon under the scorching sun. Even though it was almost autumn, the indoor temperature was not low.
Under the influence of high fever and high temperature, Jiang Qixin felt so hot that she felt as if she were immersing herself in ice-cold spring water.
The cold feeling on his forehead had not yet disappeared, and Jiang Qixin subconsciously raised his head, trying to find the spatial location of the cold object, wanting to bring his hot forehead closer to the coolness.
Xu Cheng'an's hand froze in mid-air. He paused, then placed his palm back on Jiang Qixin's forehead. Everyone's constitution was different, and fever treatments varied. Some needed to sweat to reduce their fever, while others needed physical cooling.
Based on his experience of taking care of her since she was a child, Xu Cheng'an knew that she was in dire need of physical cooling.
When he realized that Jiang Qixin seemed to be able to feel the warmth of his palm, a moment of surprise flashed through his heart.
But Xu Cheng'an didn't have the time to think about this matter now. He didn't care whether Jiang Qixin could see him or not. He just wanted her fever to go down quickly.
Jiang Qixin pursed her lips, feeling as if a children's fever-reducing patch was stuck on her empty forehead. The cool touch made her feel much better.
Her recent sleep and rest schedule and lifestyle were all good, and she was dressed appropriately. Why did she suddenly develop a fever? Jiang Qixin had only experienced fevers caused by colds in the past, usually during the transition from autumn to winter when she accidentally caught a cold, which caused a fever.
She had never experienced a fever for no reason like this before.
Jiang Qixin suddenly remembered a statement he had heard before.
This is a saying that has been passed down from a long time ago. Children who are provoked by ghosts will be "scared" and children who are teased by ghosts will start to have a fever and nausea after returning home.
The fever would last for three days at the least, or even a week at the most. The strangest thing was that going to the hospital for treatment was useless, and even cold medicine alone couldn't reduce the fever.
Only by inviting a skilled witch to help a sick child recover.
Jiang Qixin had heard this folk saying when she was a child, but since it had no scientific explanation or theoretical support, she couldn't completely believe it. She just listened to it as a story.
It just so happened that she had just been to the cemetery this morning, and Jiang Qixin inexplicably remembered this ancient folk saying.
Jiang Qi thought, her brain must have turned into a mess. She actually suspected that she had a fever because of something strange, not because she got up too early this morning and went out in the wind without adding clothes.
She didn't have the mind to care about so many things now. She just felt that she was very hot, but her body was very cold. Her forehead was so hot that she could hardly bear it.
If Xu Chengan was still by her side, he would have definitely carried her on his back to the hospital to see a doctor. But she didn't have the strength to support herself to go to the hospital.
A person wouldn't be just one step away from death because of a fever, right? Jiang Qixin now just wants to lie in bed, let the body's immune system work, and try to use the body's self-healing ability to resist the high fever.
But she felt as if she had lost consciousness. She raised her hot eyelids and looked at the air in front of her.
The white mist in front of me began to take shape, like a person.
Jiang Qixin smiled with the corners of her mouth pulled. In the last moment of her consciousness, she was still wondering if she was going to die. Why did she seem to see Xu Chengan...
"Jiang Jiang!"
Before she completely passed out, she heard a cry in her ear.
After Jiang Qixin fell into a coma, Xu Cheng'an walked to her living room based on his memory, boiled some water, poured a cup of water at the right temperature and brought it back to the room. He bent down, picked up Jiang Qixin, fed her a few sips of warm water with a spoon, and then took her body temperature.
He lowered his head, picked up Jiang Qixin's mobile phone, and placed an order for some common medicines.
The medicine sent from the same city was quickly delivered to her door. Xu Cheng'an picked up the fever-reducing medicine and gave her some.
A white shadow flashed before his eyes, "Oh, why is it burned like this?" Wuchang supported himself with his hands and glanced at Jiang Qixin.
"I don't know either. Could it be because of me?" Xu Cheng'an was a little uneasy. He had experience in taking care of Jiang Qixin when she was sick, but he was not a doctor and could not decisively determine the cause of her high fever.
"Yes and no. It looks to me like I caught a cold this morning, and then ran into you, that's the double effect that gave me a fever." He glanced at the potion on the bedside table. "I'll be well soon."
"Hmm?" Xu Cheng'an didn't hear what Wuchang said next. When he wanted to continue asking, Wuchang suddenly turned into a wisp of white smoke and disappeared before his eyes.
When Xu Cheng'an turned around and looked at Jiang Qixin again, her eyeballs were moving, and the speed of movement was even faster than when she was dreaming. He was stunned for a moment and realized that she was probably dreaming.
He hesitated for a moment, then decided to enter her dream, but was bounced away by a strong force.
Xu Cheng'an narrowed his eyes slightly and tried again but still failed.
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Jiang Qixin knew that she was dreaming, which looked a bit like a lucid dream. When she opened her eyes in the dream, the scene in front of her was like covered by a beauty camera filter, a little blurry and hazy.
Jiang Qixin walked forward aimlessly, as if he was in a space without dimensions, surrounded by white walls, but the space seemed endless.
"Jiang Jiang, I love you."
Hearing the familiar voice that he hadn't heard for a long time, Jiang Qixin turned around and tried to find the source of the voice.
But her ability to distinguish directions was not very good, and she could not find the source of the sound.
But Jiang Qixin's subconscious mind had already told her that the voice was Xu Cheng'an's voice.
Jiang Qixin stopped and looked around. Suddenly, the world in front of her eyes spun around. The white wall that had just surrounded her suddenly turned into a projection screen, and her life seemed to be playing backwards on the screen.
To be more precise, it should be her and Xu Cheng'an's life.
From the scene of him picking her up from kindergarten and riding the school bus together, to the two of them playing house in her toy house, the scenes of elementary and middle school flashed by in a flash.
The month she came of age, the scene of him confessing his love to her was also playing before her eyes.
They travel together, study together in the library, and research new dishes together in the kitchen...
Jiang Qixin thought that they would continue to move forward with each other like all other couples with a good relationship.
She had once naively thought that if they had no emotional disputes in the future, they might really stay together until old age. However, Xu Chengan broke his promise in the end.
Jiang Qixin narrowed his eyes, thinking that he should not be revolving around now.
The scene in front of me stopped at the moment Xu Chengan was declared clinically dead.
Jiang Qixin suddenly realized that Xu Cheng'an had been dead for more than four years, and in another month it would be his death anniversary.
It was strange why she had not realized the fact that he was dead in her previous dreams.
Thanks to their parents, she and Xu Cheng'an have had healthy living habits since childhood. There is no disease gene in the family, and the whole family is in good health.
Xu Cheng'an did not die of illness, he died in an accident, not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.
In the autumn five years ago, a vicious indiscriminate assault occurred at an intersection not far from the People's Court of City A. Xu Cheng'an instinctively and subconsciously protected two children under the age of fourteen and was stabbed in vital parts of the body.
He had just received a winning verdict that day and was on his way home, thinking about what dish to cook for Jiang Qixin tonight.
Jiang Qixin recently received an admission letter for a master's degree and is waiting for his case to be concluded before going on a trip with him.
Xu Cheng'an had even made plans to propose that autumn.
Unfortunately, everything ended the moment he announced the failure of the rescue.
It seemed like God was playing a huge joke on Jiang Qixin. Her Xu Chengan was such a good person, so why did he encounter such an accident?
Jiang Qixin collapsed on the white ground, lying down with her whole body exhausted. The surroundings, the ceiling and the floor were all white. Then she seemed to fall into a bottomless pit, falling down endlessly.
Jiang Qixin opened her eyes and her body reflexively sat up in bed. She gasped for breath and felt like she was about to suffocate.
Xu Cheng'an saw that she had a nightmare again and thought that she still couldn't see him. He reached out and touched her head as usual, but his arm was pushed away by her palm just as his palm was about to touch her head.
"Jiang Jiang..." He choked, and Jiang Qixin's hand could touch his arm.
She seemed to see him.
Jiang Qixin suddenly stepped back several times, putting some distance between herself and Xu Chengan. Only now did she realize that when people are extremely shocked, they cannot even scream.
She looked at the person in front of her with wary eyes, or to be more precise, the ghost in front of her.
It was different from what Jiang Qixin had imagined. She almost thought that Xu Cheng'an's ghost would look exactly the same as he did before his death, but he did not have the horrific wounds on his body.
Even her facial features and skin looked exactly the same as they had five years ago.
His eyes still looked mature.
Jiang Qixin subconsciously stretched out her hand towards him, and indeed felt a bit cold, but not very cold, just a little colder than the human body temperature of 37 degrees. "You, you..."
She opened her lips but couldn't finish a sentence.
Xu Cheng'an raised his hand and held her hand, but unexpectedly she suddenly pulled her hand away, as if she was afraid of being touched by him.
Xu Cheng'an opened his lips slightly, unable to utter a word. He had never seen such an expression in Jiang Qixin's eyes.
He knew clearly that Jiang Qixin was just surprised and incredulous because she was facing a world that went against her own ideas, but he was still hurt by her decisive action.
He pulled the corners of his mouth and said with great effort: "Jiang Jiang, it's me, you, don't be afraid of me."
Jiang Qixin swallowed nervously, and tilted her head to glance at Xu Chengan carefully.
She propped herself up and moved closer to him, quickly pulling off his shirt until she could clearly see the small mole on his collarbone. Only then did she completely lose her strength and fall on him.
"Jiang Jiang, you know my body best. I am Xu Cheng'an."
Xu Cheng'an was a little amused by her series of actions. She was so cute that she actually used the marks on his body to confirm whether he was Xu Cheng'an.
Xu Chengan hugged her gently. Her fever had not completely subsided yet and her body was still very hot.
Before this, he had always been able to touch Jiang Qixin's body, but Jiang Qixin had never been able to feel his touch. But now he could really hug her.
His body was a little cold, but the scent on him was exactly the same as before, the kind of fresh, gentle and safe scent she liked.
"Why have you never come to my dreams in all these years?" Jiang Qixin buried her head in his arms that were no longer warm.
Xu Cheng'an stared at her in a daze. Her expressionless eyes were now filled with complaints and sadness.
"I've always been in your dreams." Xu Cheng'an hugged her waist tightly, "It's just that you forgot."
"Jiang Jiang, you've forgotten all our dreams." Xu Cheng'an's tone sounded particularly aggrieved. "I'm sorry, I don't have the ability to make you remember those dreams."
In order to make her see him, he worked hard for more than three years. He entered Jiang Qixin's countless dreams and made up countless stories with her.
He had fought zombies with her and escaped the apocalypse, worked as a police officer together and solved murders, played battle royale together on campus, and taken care of her together as if he were still alive.
They even did the most intimate things between men and women in their dreams.
But he failed. He couldn't make Jiang Qixin remember him. He was everywhere in her dreams, but she couldn't remember any of him.
Xu Cheng'an spent more than three years alone with her.
But for him, this is what he wanted.
Jiang Qixin could now touch Xu Chengan. She reached out and touched his arm, realizing that he was really by her side.
She didn't know if she was really experiencing a revolving lantern, if she was beginning to hallucinate, or if there really were ghosts in this world.
She only knew that now she really saw Xu Chengan.
Jiang Qixin didn't want to think about anything now. She just wanted to smell his scent and fall asleep again. She wanted to hold him forever and have him all to herself.
Even though Jiang Qixin still felt that she was just hallucinating, she did not dwell on why she saw Xu Chengan. She continued to ask him.
"Then why are you here?"
Xu Chengan was silent for a moment, "Because I felt that you missed me, so I came."
Even though words were Xu Cheng'an's weapon, he never seemed to have lied to her or deceived her since childhood. His eyes looked the same as before, firm and convincing.
If Jiang Qixin hadn't been ill and his consciousness wasn't clear, she would have been able to catch a flash of panic in his eyes.
Xu Cheng'an lied to her. To put it more euphemistically, he just hid some things related to him and her from her.
Jiang Qixin turned her head away and said, "No, I didn't. It's obviously you who missed me, that's why you're pestering me."
She was rarely arrogant towards him, but her tone was filled with a hint of anger.
Then Jiang Qixin only heard Xu Cheng'an smiling at her, "Yeah, I do miss you, I miss you very much..."
"Jiang Jiang, I really thought you were going to abandon me completely."
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