In the girl’s bedroom with pink walls, Fang Meng was lying on the bed with a weak look on her face.
She stared at the figure sitting beside the bed with half-opened eyes. This figure seemed to be the boy she had been thinking about for some time, but she was not sure for the moment.
Because this must be in my house, would he come to my house to see me? "Lin Zhengran? Is it you? Am I seeing the right person?"
"You're right, it's really me. How do you feel?"
After Fang Meng saw the other person's face clearly, she smiled unconsciously. He was still so handsome. "I feel fine. Apart from feeling a little cold, having a headache, a little hoarseness in my throat, and no strength, everything else is fine. These are all common symptoms."
“It’s a very accurate description.”
"Why are you here at my house? Are you here to see me?"
"Of course, I came here right away when my aunt told you that you were sick and had a fever. You're usually in good health, so what happened to you this time?"
Fang Meng shook her head slowly, but her eyes were fixed on someone: "I don't know either. I barely left the house during this period of time, and I didn't do any work. But I got sick for no apparent reason. This shouldn't happen."
Lin Zhengran touched Fang Meng's sweaty forehead with his hand in confusion:
"You haven't left the house recently? I just checked your pulse. It's very weak. It's obvious that you've been overworked recently. Although the flu is more contagious during the Chinese New Year, how could this happen if you didn't leave the house? What have you been doing at home for more than half a month?"
Fang Meng wanted to feel the warmth of Lin Zhengran's palm on her forehead, but she couldn't feel anything because of her illness.
I just felt that he was very close to me.
She stared at Lin Zhengran and said to herself, "I really didn't do anything. Every morning I checked to see if you had sent me a message. At noon I checked to see if you had sent me a message. At night when I went to bed I checked to see if you had sent me a message. When I stayed up late I checked to see if you had sent me a message in the early morning. I also checked in the middle of the night. That's all I did."
Lin Zhengran: “???”
He discovered his blind spot: "Is this the case every day?"
"Um."
Lin Zhengran: "Then you don't sleep?"
"I can't sleep."
Lin Zhengran was embarrassed: "I know how you got sick." He said seriously: "How can this be possible? Who can stand not sleeping every day? You are not Superman."
She liked the feeling of being scolded by the other party, blushing and whispering: "But I...I miss you...I'm waiting for you to send me a message."
Lin Zhengran looked at Fang Meng's weak appearance in a daze and withdrew his hand.
At this moment, Fang Meng obviously wanted to hold Lin Zhengran's hand, but she gave up after just raising her hand. She didn't dare to hold it, and she didn't have the strength to do so.
"Are you leaving now?" she asked reluctantly.
"I just got here, I'm definitely not leaving."
Fang Meng breathed a sigh of relief and asked hurriedly:
"I was so scared. I thought you were leaving when you took your hand back. What have you been doing for the past half month? Why didn't you send me any messages? I didn't receive any messages from you. I thought my phone was broken or there was a bug in WeChat. I went to the phone repair shop three times in half a month, but the boss said it was fine and that I was teasing her and ignored me."
Lin Zhengran grinned. Fang Meng didn't usually joke around, which was somewhat similar to Jiang Qian.
Especially now that I’m sick, it’s clear that what I said is true.
It is understandable that the boss ignores it.
"I went to the south with He Qing and Wen Wen. I accompanied them back to their hometown during the Chinese New Year and just came back today."
Fang Meng looked at Lin Zhengran and suddenly realized: "So that's how it is... Then what does this have to do with not sending me a message?"
"Um?"
Fang Meng slowly puffed up one side of her cheek, and her pale face looked even more pitiful at this moment, as if she was jealous and questioning: "I said, what does your accompanying them home have to do with not sending me a message? Even if you like them, you can accompany them before the New Year and send me a message, right? Didn't we say that we would be together during the New Year? Didn't you say you like me too?
But you ignored me and I thought you had forgotten me. I was waiting for you to invite me out on a date every day at home. "
She continued to speak aggrievedly, like pouring beans from a bamboo tube:
"I don't dare to go out every day, for fear that you will suddenly look for me and I will be delayed by other things, so I have turned down all things during this period, waiting for you. Qianqian asked me to go to work but I didn't go. In the end, you didn't even bother to look for me. You bad man."
Under normal circumstances, Fang Meng would never speak to Lin Zhengran like this, because she is also a timid person in love.
After all, even though she missed him so much, she never dared to send a message to Lin Zhengran. It was because she was ill and her mind could not be as calm as usual. Otherwise, she would not even dare to think about it.
Not to mention speaking it out.
"Don't you want to be with me anymore? Are you regretting it?" She had many subtle expressions and her emotions were changeable.
When Lin Zhengran saw her holding her hand like this, Fang Meng felt the touch of that hand and even shuddered all over.
Her palms were slightly curled up, and she looked at Lin Zhengran like a kitten.
He held my hand..Lin Zhengran smiled and comforted:
"How could I regret it? It's not like I just suddenly fell in love with you. I just had a lot of things to do before the New Year. I wanted to spend more time with you after we're done with these things. Otherwise, I won't be able to come back before the New Year. If I send you messages while I'm with He Qingwenwen, won't that disrupt your life? It'll make things difficult for both sides."
"Lin Zhengran, ever since I met you, you have disrupted the rhythm of my life. I don't know when I started thinking about you almost every day, but I can't show it because Qianqian and the eldest lady both like you."
"I've shown it a lot. You even kissed me when we graduated from high school."
Fang Meng said blankly: "Really? I forgot..."
Lin Zhengran asked back: "Can you forget this?"
Fang Meng blushed: "I was just kidding, how could I forget."
They both laughed, Lin Zhengran held her hand, and Fang Meng also plucked up the courage, paused for a moment, and quietly turned over and held his hand.
He said, "Then let me ask you, if you miss me, why don't you take the initiative to send me a message?" Lin Zhengran took out his phone and flipped through it to make sure that the other party had not sent him a message: "My phone can't be broken, right?"
Fang Meng looked aside shyly after hearing this: "I don't dare to send you a message. I...just think about it, even Qianqian didn't dare to send you a message when she wasn't with you. How much better can I be than Qianqian? I don't dare either. I'm very timid."
"Really?" Lin Zhengran put down his phone. "Speaking of being timid suddenly reminded me of high school in the sports warehouse. You were afraid of mice, right?"
Fang Meng's face turned pale again when he heard about the mouse: "Why do you mention the mouse at this time? My hair stands on end."
“That’s so exaggerated.”
"Well, I used to be most afraid of mice."
"before?"
"What I'm most afraid of now is that you don't like me."
Lin Zhengran and Fang Meng looked at each other again in speechless silence.
He condensed a pill from his pocket on the spot. Since Fang Meng couldn't see spiritual energy, he would think that he had it with him a long time ago.
He took out a black pill and said, "Here, eat it. Your illness will be cured." (End of this chapter)
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