Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Aunt Sun, you have indeed betrayed me. …
Qiao Yu didn't expect to hear these two words.
He even suspected that there might be something wrong with his ears, or that he had misunderstood, and he did not immediately think about Jiang Mian's words in those directions.
But after a few seconds of reaction, I had to think about it again.
"What did you say?" He asked subconsciously at first, then he straightened his back slightly and shouted with almost all his strength, "What did you say!!!"
When emotions are out of control, the volume is also out of control, and all the grievances and resentments are vented out with a question.
Qiao Yu had a cold and had a strong nasal voice. Once she started to cry, her tears flowed out like a flood, uncontrollable.
With such a violent reaction, Jiang Mian immediately realized that he had said something wrong: "Nothing, I was wrong."
Qiao Yu was so angry that his head was buzzing and he felt dizzy, short of breath, chest tightness and panic.
Jiang Mian tried to support him, but he pushed him away. Without support, he could not stand for a moment and felt dizzy.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," Jiang Mian barely managed to hold Qiao Yu, "You have a fever, come with me to the hospital."
Qiao Yu couldn't even utter a word. She lowered her head and kept pushing his hand away.
But no matter how hard he pushed, his palms were so soft that he couldn't exert any strength at all. As long as Jiang Mian pulled back, he had to move closer to the other person's heart, like a softened noodle, hanging on the other person's arm.
Jiang Mian casually forgot everything and started a new life.
He was burdened with everything from the past, and was at a loss as to what to do when asked a frivolous and playful question.
"You bastard," Qiao Yu cursed in the chaos, "Let me go, fucking let me go!"
Warm tears flowed down her cheeks, gathered at her chin, and dripped onto Jiang Mian's sleeves.
He lowered his eyes and watched Qiao Yu crying and struggling. Even though she couldn't tell the directions as if her bones had been pulled out, she was still trying her best to leave him.
My heart felt as if it was being cut by a knife and the pain was so severe that I couldn't straighten my back.
"Jiang, Young Master Jiang..."
Brother Wang watched for a long time, but regardless of the dissuasion of those around him, he rushed forward fearlessly.
He didn't dare to do it directly, but awkwardly advised from half a meter away: "They are all children from good families, this, this is not good, right?"
It’s indeed not good.
The next second, Jiang Mian leaned down and hugged Qiao Yu horizontally with quick and decisive movements.
"Lao Luo, go to the hospital."
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The last time Qiao Yu cried was five years ago. She had a facial allergy and was admitted to the hospital, which cost her hundreds of dollars.
I felt sad when the money passed through my hands, and I swore that even if I shed tears, I would face the wind and blow them dry to avoid allergies.
As a result, he cried again five years later. This time he had an allergic reaction and a high fever, and he had layers of debuffs. He fainted until nightfall and was still in a daze and unable to wake up.
Outside the private ward, Brother Wang sat on the sofa and pulled his hair in regret.
He was wrong. He shouldn't have joined this group of young masters in making trouble and dragged a serious college student like Qiao Yu into it.
If something really happened to Qiao Yu tonight, he would be blamed for it.
Just as he was getting annoyed, Luo Hao beside him yawned and said, "It's okay, go home and sleep."
Brother Wang was furious: "You've already been admitted to the hospital, and you still say you're fine? What did you tell me at the beginning? You said it was just a meal!"
Luo Hao was furious: "They know each other!"
Brother Wang glared and said, "What the hell do you know?"
The more he spoke, the more he felt something was wrong, so he simply pressed his knees and stood up: “No, I want to take Xiao Qiao back.”
Luo Ge was so frightened that he jumped up and held him tightly at the door of the ward: "Master Jiang is in there, you are going to die if you go in!"
The two people outside the ward were twisted into a knot, and the two people in the ward were silent.
With the lights off, the warm light of dusk spreads all over the ground.
Qiao Yu's cheeks were red and swollen, his breathing was rapid, and he did not sleep well.
Jiang Mian lowered his eyes and sat on the edge of the bed, holding Qiao Yu's hand that was hooked to an IV drip in his palm, and carefully warming it.
The other hand held a tissue and touched the corners of Qiao Yu's eyes from time to time to wipe away the tears that flowed out.
Tear allergy, a rare allergen.
He changed the tissue and moved closer to wipe Qiao Yu's eyelashes which were frozen by tears.
Very long.
The phone on the bedside table lit up, and it was a voice message from Aunt Sun to Jiang Mian.
Qiao Yu did not go home tonight. Her grandma kept clamoring to see her until midnight, but she was overcome by sleepiness and only fell asleep now.
Jiang Mian thanked the other party and sent him a big red envelope.
Aunt Sun quickly refused, saying that she had already received it before and it was too much, enough to cover two months of care expenses.
Jiang Mian asked her to accept it, and then asked about Qiao Yu's living conditions in recent years.
Aunt Sun is not very good at typing, so she sent a lot of voice messages.
Jiang Mian wore headphones and listened carefully and silently to each line.
"…When I first came, his grandmother wasn't that confused yet. She could take care of herself and her hands and feet were nimble, but she just liked to run around. Xiaoyu had a lot of classes during the day, so we hired a caregiver because we couldn't take care of her. I was the cheapest one because I couldn't take care of her late at night, but she wanted to make it even cheaper, but I said no, please wait a while…"
"…After a few days, he came to see me again. I went over and saw that no one was home. How could this be possible? I wanted to leave at that time. But he didn't want to, and pulled my clothes to make me stay. Poor guy, I thought I had already taken the money, so I might as well finish this month's work…"
"…But after working for a month, I felt so sorry for this child. He studied and worked during the day, and had to come back to take care of his grandmother at night. Sometimes he was so tired that he would fall asleep right on the edge of the bed. If I left late, I would wake him up and let him go to bed. If I left early, he would lie there all night…"
"... Later, when he grew up, he found his way and earned more money than before. But his grandmother's health deteriorated again. She wheezed in the summer and coughed in the winter. Every time she went to the hospital, she had to spend a lot of money. He couldn't even eat a full meal, so he had to go out to earn money again..."
"…It's too hard, it's really too hard. Xiaoyu is a good child, sensible, motivated and obedient, but he doesn't know how to take care of himself. In the past few years, he didn't eat on time and didn't sleep well, which exhausted his body. I feel sorry for him, oh, I really feel sorry for him…"
The voice ended with Aunt Sun sighing again and again. Jiang Mian listened to the entire voice with an expressionless face, then went back to listen to it again from the beginning.
The nearly three years since Aunt Sun came to Qiao Yu's home were compressed into these few sentences, like a dose of bitterness so thick that it was difficult to dilute, pouring into Jiang Mian's heart, causing him to bend over in pain.
He arched his body and held Qiao Yu's hands with both of his.
His forehead was hanging above the back of his hand. Qiao Yu's skin was thin and white, like sulfuric acid paper under the moonlight, vaguely covered with blue blood vessels, like dead branches intertwined under the skin, so fragile that it seemed like it would break at a touch.
But it is this thin body that supports a small family with great difficulty.
It is like a pine tree that cannot be bent by pressure. Even if it is covered in snow, it will shake off and still stand there as before.
"Qiao...Yu..."
He whispered the name slowly, as if he was swallowing every word, chewing it over and over again, with a sob in his throat and feeling so uncomfortable that he was almost suffocating.
The low voice mixed in the dim room and stirred into the air, accompanied by the tiny footsteps in the corridor and the barely perceptible sobs.
No one responded.
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Qiao Yu's cell phone was on silent mode, but his internal biological clock accurately set to 6:28 - he opened his eyes two minutes before the alarm rang.
The room was dark and the ceiling was unfamiliar.
Only a tiny gap was visible from the left nostril, and a faint smell of disinfectant was wafted through the air.
This is... in the hospital?
His eyes moved downward and he raised his head with great effort.
Jiang Mian was sleeping in a temporary accompanying chair.
The chair was not long, with a backrest. Jiang Mian's body was slightly folded, his long legs were bent, and he was only covered with a thin blanket.
He was sleeping, his hair was disheveled on his forehead, but it couldn't hide the dark circles under his eyes and the fatigue all over his body.
With the faint moonlight coming in from the window, Qiao Yu watched quietly for a while.
The man in front of me seemed less immature and more mature than I remembered.
Whether it was the shirt he was wearing, the watch on his wrist, or the furnishings in the ward and the room, they all demonstrated the other party's considerable financial resources.
After just a few minutes, he closed his eyes again and lay back on the bed with his head tilted back.
The slight sound startled Jiang Mian. He sat up with his brows twisted into a knot.
He lifted the blanket and got off the floor, then walked to the bed to check on Qiao Yu's condition.
"woke up?"
Jiang Mian placed his slightly cool palm on Qiao Yu's forehead, paused for two seconds, and then moved away a little.
But the fingertips were still vaguely touching the skin, fiddling with the hair, and moving from the end of the eyebrow to the earlobe.
A familiar scent, probably the smell of Jiang Mian's dry skin, the smell of his hair after taking a shower, and the smell of clean underwear he had just changed into.
He used to fall asleep with the smell of this scent, a very close scent, as if it was right next to his face.
The blurry images could not be pieced together into a complete memory in his mind. Qiao Yu's consciousness slowly returned, and he gradually remembered his own behavior last night.
A little itchy.
Qiao Yu turned his head away.
"Still have a slight fever." Jiang Mian pulled the quilt to his chest. "Sleep a little longer."
But Qiao Yu didn't listen.
He was like a fat goose with a disabled body but a strong will. Even though someone was pinching his neck, he still stretched out his arms and flapped his five fingers to grab his mobile phone on the bedside table.
I squinted my eyes and read the message from Aunt Sun, and felt relieved after making sure that grandma had a good sleep last night.
Very powerless and desperate.
But he is a beast of burden, he can't just lie there all the time.
"I had a part-time job this morning." Qiao Yu tried to reason with Jiang Mian to let him go.
Jiang Mian tucked the quilt for him: "I have asked for two days of sick leave for you."
"Two days!?"
It takes half a day to get a job at that kind of black-hearted tutoring institution, so how could he get two days? !
"Approved," Jiang Mian did not mention his ability to make money, but continued to coax people, "Your principal asked you to have a good rest."
After a pause, Qiao Yu asked, "How do you know about my part-time job?"
Jiang Mian replied: "Auntie Sun gave me the phone number."
Okay, okay, Aunt Sun, you have indeed betrayed me.
Qiao Yu stared at the ceiling and lay there for a while. During this time, Jiang Mian handed him water and medicine, and kept getting close to him. He was annoyed and frowned, saying, "Grandma is still at home. I want to go back."
Jiang Mian continued to speak softly: "Grandma has been taken to the hospital, it's next door."
Qiao Yu struggled to sit up.
Jiang Mian carefully pushed the person back, and then brought the cup of water next to him: "Are you dizzy? Drink some sweet water."
This trip blocked both of Qiao Yu's nostrils, and his head was shaken like paste.
He had to leave a gap between his lips to breathe, and Jiang Mian still forced the cup to his mouth.
Qiao Yu was so annoyed that he smashed the cup in anger.
Water splashed on Jiang Mian's pants, but he didn't care.
He just held Qiao Yu's wrist, lowered his eyes and wiped away the few drops of water on the back of her hand.
He spoke again, neither hurriedly nor slowly: "Anger is harmful to the body."
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