Zhou Chaoyang was numb, his mind was blank, and he walked aimlessly until he reached the edge of the moat. Suddenly, he felt he had no strength left and slowly sat down on the river bank.
He looked at the river with empty eyes, without a trace of light.
I'm so heartbroken that I'm numb and have lost my intuition.
Song Xiuyan stood not far away and watched, letting the snow fall on his body. Soon he turned into a snowman.
After a long time, he slowly walked over, sat down beside Zhou Chaoyang calmly, and watched the river quietly with her.
The two of them just sat there quietly, neither of them saying a word.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Xiuyan finally sighed, "You are still the same as when you were little. When you have something on your mind, you like to sit on the riverbank. It's so cold, aren't you afraid that you will turn into an ice sculpture tomorrow morning?"
Zhou Chaoyang ignored him and continued looking ahead silently.
Song Xiuyan continued, "You can be sad, but you also have to take care of your body. Your mother is not in good health, so you can't let her worry about you. Besides, isn't Lu Changfeng missing? Maybe in a few years, he will come back safely like your second brother?"
"If you are like this, when Lu Changfeng comes back, you will become an ugly monster. Be careful that he will not want you anymore."
At this point, Zhou Chaoyang finally reacted. He turned around and stared at Song Xiuyan. There was no light in his eyes. He stared at Song Xiuyan closely and suddenly burst into tears: "Song Xiaosan, Lu Changfeng will never come back. He really won't come back. He is different from my brother back then."
Song Xiuyan felt a little bitter and more painful. He had watched the girl grow up, but when she was so sad, he could do nothing.
Reaching out and gently brushing away the snowflakes on Zhou Chaoyang's hair, he said, "Chaoyang, there is still hope. As long as you don't see the body, there is hope."
He repeated these two sentences over and over again, but he knew very well in his heart that Lu Changfeng would never come back.
Zhou Chaoyang covered her face and burst into tears. In the end, Song Xiuyan dragged her home and forced her to rest.
Sheng An Ning looked at Zhou Chaoyang, who went out crying and was dragged back by Song Xiuyan. She looked lifeless, and with red eyes, she supported her other arm: "I'll take her upstairs to rest."
It was not convenient for Song Xiuyan to go upstairs, so he could only tell Sheng Anning: "Sister-in-law, make some ginger soup for Chaoyang later. She always gets a fever after being frozen. Remember to give her some medicine in the middle of the night."
Sheng An Ning nodded and helped Zhou Chaoyang upstairs. Zhou Hongyun was already busy cooking ginger soup.
Zhong Wenqing and Zhou Nanguang had to look after the three little ones and also worry about Chaoyang upstairs. The two of them couldn't help but sigh downstairs.
Song Xiuyan wanted to leave, but stopped and persuaded Zhou Nanguang and Zhong Wenqing: "Uncle, aunt, Chaoyang will be fine after these two days. She will persuade herself to think positively. She has always been very strong."
Zhou Nanguang opened his mouth, his voice choking unconsciously: "Chaoyang, why is your life so miserable?"
Song Xiuyan sat silently with the two old men, occasionally saying a few words of comfort that had no effect at all at this time.
Sheng Anning helped Zhou Chaoyang to her room, took off her coat, and wiped the tears and snow on her face with a towel: "Chaoyang, if you want to cry, cry out loud. If you are sad, say it out. Find a way to vent it. Don't hold it in your heart. You will get sick."
Zhou Chaoyang didn't react at all, just like a rag doll, letting Sheng An Ning wipe her face.
At night, Sheng An Ning did not dare to go back to her room. She let the three children sleep with Zhou Nanguang and the others. She stayed by Zhou Chaoyang's side the whole time.
Just as Song Xiuyan said, Zhou Chaoyang developed a high fever in the middle of the night. The scalding temperature made Sheng Anning, a medical student, a little panicked.
After calming down, he took Zhou Chaoyang's temperature, gave her antipyretic medicine, and wiped her body with a warm towel. He did this until dawn, but her fever still did not go down.
The temperature was even higher, over 40 degrees.
Sheng An Ning decided to give him a fever-reducing injection directly. If an adult had such a high temperature, it would drive him crazy.
Zhou Hongyun was called to get the antipyretic injection that was always available at home. She scalded the needle with hot water, and the three little ones woke up and wanted to find their mother.
Zhou Nanguang brought them here and visited Zhou Chaoyang.
As a result, the three children saw their mother holding a syringe and using it to expel the air. They instantly turned into three frightened little birds and ran out screaming.
Even Mo Mo, who was usually slow to react, became faster.
An An was running and shouting, "Mom doesn't want injections, An An doesn't want injections."
When they had a cold or fever before, their mother would give them an injection, so it was very memorable.
Sheng An Ning didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she didn't care about the three little guys. She said hello to Zhou Nanguang, and after Zhou Nanguang left to avoid suspicion, she gave Zhou Chaoyang an intramuscular injection.
Zhou Hongyun cried with heartache: "It's really hard for Chaoyang. This child was not healthy when he was young, and he has to suffer this when he grows up."
Sheng An Ning helped Zhou Chaoyang cover himself with the quilt and sighed: "Maybe this is fate."
It was destined that she and Lu Changfeng were not destined to be together. Despite so much effort, they still couldn't make it to the end.
Seeing Zhou Chaoyang like this, Sheng Anning was worried about going to class, so she simply took a leave and stayed at home to look after Zhou Chaoyang.
After taking the antipyretic injection, Zhou Chaoyang broke out in a sweat and his temperature gradually dropped, but he was still in a coma.
Sheng An Ning had no choice, knowing that Zhou Chaoyang was choosing to escape, so she could only let Zhou Hongyun keep heating up the millet porridge.
Seeing that Zhou Chaoyang would not wake up for a while, Sheng An Ning went downstairs to check on the three children.
As a result, when they went downstairs, the three children who were playing happily suddenly screamed and ran away, and threw themselves into the arms of Zhou Nanguang and Zhong Wenqing.
He was still yelling, "Mom, no injection, no injection."
Sheng An Ning couldn't help but want to laugh, but unexpectedly saw Song Xiuyan in the living room, chatting with Zhou Shuanglu.
Seeing her coming downstairs, he quickly stood up and said, "Sister-in-law, is Chaoyang feeling better?"
Sheng An Ning shook her head: "The fever has subsided, but he hasn't woken up yet. It should be fine until tonight."
Song Xiuyan was silent for a moment, then pointed to the lunch box he brought with him: "I made some hawthorn syrup this morning, I'll give it to her when she wakes up."
Sheng Anning thanked him: "Okay, thank you for your trouble."
Song Xiuyan smiled and said, "It's okay. We grew up together. This is the way it should be."
Sheng An Ning was still grateful to Song Xiuyan for his thoughtfulness. Zhou Chaoyang's fever had just subsided and his stomach was hot. He must want to eat something sour, sweet and cool.
Song Xiuyan didn't stay for too long before saying goodbye and leaving.
Not long after he left, Zhou Chaoyang woke up. He had a high fever all night and seemed to have lost a lot of weight. His round little face was much thinner and his big eyes looked even bigger.
Sheng An Ning helped her sit up: "Is there anything you want to eat? Do you want some hawthorn syrup?"
Zhou Chaoyang's eyelashes moved, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Okay."
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