Big brother, stop it.
With support from behind, the symptoms instantly became more serious, and Li Zhu wished he could lean on the other person.
He opened his mouth, and the breath he exhaled was hot, and his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly speak.
"Help me to the sofa."
Gao Cong'ai stroked the young man's skin with his fingertips, and led him over with both hands.
As his buttocks fell on the soft sofa, Li Zhu's bones were pulled out. He leaned on it and breathed with his mouth open.
Gao Cong'ai often stayed in a mental hospital and was forced to take a lot of different medicines, but he rarely suffered from other illnesses.
He looked at the young man whose cheeks were flushed with fever and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Li Zhu's nose was blocked, and the air flow through his throat brought pain.
He didn't even have the energy to lift his eyelids, so he just blinked twice.
Gao Cong'ai reached out to touch his forehead, his eyes shining: "You have a fever."
A new friend fell ill and Gao Cong'ai needed to learn how to take care of him. He went back to his room, got his cell phone and searched online for what to do.
You can use alcohol to wipe the affected area to physically reduce the temperature. You should buy antipyretics and let the patient drink more water.
If the high fever persists, go to the hospital.
Gao Cong'ai became more and more excited at the thought that he would manipulate Li Zhu like a doll.
He held his phone and said, "Can I buy you some medicine online?"
Li Zhu blinked again.
Gao Cong'ai was so soft-hearted that he thought to himself that he was indeed sick, otherwise why would he be so happy to see his friend sick.
He is a scum who builds his own happiness on the suffering of others.
There was movement in the living room. Gao Cong'ai turned his head to look at the entrance and saw a strange female face coming in.
Chen Pingfang was stunned when she saw the man standing in the living room: "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"
"I'm Xu Xiaozhe's friend." Their lips touched, and Gao Cong'ai liked the last two words very much.
Hearing the familiar name, Shen Pingfang walked out of the entrance completely and saw the person curled up on the sofa.
I suddenly got angry.
"Didn't we agree not to bring strangers home? Did your brain get stuck in the door? Did you forget so quickly?"
Li Zhu really didn't have the energy to argue with her, so he just turned his face away and said nothing.
Chen Pingfang suffered a great injustice last night and was in a bad mood. After being treated indifferently, her irritability reached its peak.
She strode over to the sofa, grabbed Li Zhu's arm, and demanded, "Why aren't you talking? Do you look down on me too? I fucking think you're trash, too! You'll be poor your whole life—Ah!!"
The scream was cut off midway and turned into a scream of pain.
Gao Cong'ai's big hand held her wrist.
The sharp pain was like a vine wrapped around the wrist, spreading upwards. Chen Pingfang's whole arm was shaking in pain, and she kept slapping Gao Cong'ai.
"Let me go! If you don't I'm calling the police!"
Gao Cong'ai: "Apologize to him."
No one can bully his friends in front of him.
Chen Pingfang and Xu Xiaozhe had quarreled many times, and each time ended unpleasantly. She would not apologize to Xu Xiaozhe, and Xu Xiaozhe would not apologize to her.
This was the most humiliating experience for her.
My hand hurts so much, it will break if I continue like this. Chen Pingfang was so scared of the pain that her lips trembled a few times.
An unwilling apology squeezed out from between his teeth: "I'm sorry..."
Gao Cong'ai turned around and looked at Li Zhu: "Do you accept it?"
Li Zhu originally thought Gao Cong'ai's "friend" was just a playmate who was spending time with him, but he didn't expect to be classified as a protected person by the other party. He nodded quickly and said, "Accept it, let him go quickly."
Gao Cong'ai obediently let go of his hand.
Shen Pingfang protected her wrist and took two steps back.
Seeing the pinch marks on his skin, his tense nerves suddenly broke, and he looked up at the ceiling and burst into tears.
Li Zhu's head, which was already splitting with pain, hurt even more and he wished he could cut off his ears.
Gao Cong'ai noticed that he was frowning and covered his ears with his dry hands: "You can't hear it if you cover them."
How is that possible?
Li Zhu wanted to refute, but when he saw the sincerity in the other person's eyes, he couldn't say anything.
It is undeniable that he also felt that Gao Cong'ai was gloomy and his actions were silent and ghostly.
And he is very scheming and knows how to throw bait to him.
But Gao Cong'ai also has a sincere side. He will protect him and make childish moves to help him ignore the external chaotic voices.
Chen Pingfang sat on the ground and cried for a long time, and didn't stop until Lang Feng came back with breakfast.
Lang Feng carefully avoided her, walked around to Li Zhu, and whispered in his ear, "Is this the aftereffect of being bullied?"
Li Zhu couldn't hear clearly, so he pulled Gao Cong'ai's hand away and asked, "What did you say?"
Lang Feng made a "tsk" sound and pulled Li Zhu to go to the room.
Seeing that no one moved, he turned around and said, "Let's talk inside."
You can't gossip in front of the person involved.
As soon as Li Zhu stood up, he started to shake, his dizziness became worse, and his vision went black and white.
Seeing him fall back down, Lang Feng finally realized how hot the arm he was holding was.
His brother is sick.
Gao Cong'ai watched his expression change from the side, and kept saying that he was a good brother, but he didn't even notice how bad his good brother's complexion was.
He considerately picked up the water on the coffee table and handed it to Li Zhu's mouth: "Drink some water."
Li Zhu took the cup and drank it himself, but his throat hurt after taking a deep swallow.
It's so painful.
The last time I had acute enteritis, the duration was 24 hours, but this time the duration is unknown.
It is a good time to pay off debts.
What should I do? Li Zhu looked at Shen Pingfang who was crying so hard that she forgot everything, and he had an idea in his mind.
The rental house was filled with crying sounds. Chen Pingfang wanted to cry out all the emotions that she had suppressed over the years.
"Why are you crying? You got hit in the face, didn't you? You were so capable when you fought me? Have you thrown all that arrogance away like that?"
A hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
The volume was not loud, but Shen Pingfang still heard it.
She acted as if she didn't hear anything and continued crying.
"If you have the guts, fight back. If you just cry and do nothing, you're a fucking coward." As Li Zhu spoke, he also got angry.
After trying it, he found that his legs were weak as soon as he stood up, so he asked Lang Feng and Gao Cong'ai to support him from both sides.
Lang Feng did as he was told, but he didn't quite agree: "One of you is sick and the other is depressed, so stop arguing."
What if I get so angry that I die on the spot?
Gao Cong'ai glanced at him calmly and said, "Brother, do whatever you want. A sick person shouldn't let himself be wronged, right, brother?"
It was the familiar smell of tea, and Li Zhu was shocked.
No, how long have we known each other and you're calling me brother? It's not even clear who's older!
He didn't have the energy to argue any further and stood weakly in front of Shen Pingfang: "Stop crying!"
The broken voice of the gong was so loud that it shook the sky.
Chen Pingfang hiccuped and was so frightened that she looked up at Li Zhu in confusion.
The young man's eyes were bloodshot, his lips were dry and chapped from the fever, and his face was dark and gloomy. He looked like a drunkard who was about to explode and attack at any moment.
Shen Pingfang was a little scared, her throat felt blocked, and she didn't dare to talk back like she usually did.
The living room fell silent, and Li Zhu said to Lang Feng, "Speak."
Lang Feng: "What?"
"That's the gossip you heard." Li Zhu started coughing after he finished speaking, his body trembling slightly, and he hunched over like a shrimp.
Gao Cong'ai patted his back carefully.
Lang Feng, a true brother, couldn't help at all and angrily talked about the gossip he heard.
"She had an argument with someone last night and her snack stand was smashed. I heard from people downstairs that the two men who fought with her didn't get away with it either." There was a hint of pity in his tone.
The two brothers had just lived here for a year and a half, and Sister Chen moved in earlier than them.
At first, when they saw her going out early and coming back late alone, busy with life, they all felt that Shen Pingfang had a hard time and would occasionally say hello to her.
But within a month, Shen Pingfang became dissatisfied with their living habits.
His brother couldn't stand being scolded, and the relationship between the two quickly deteriorated, and in the end, neither of them liked the other.
Li Zhu mocked in a hoarse voice: "Why are you still crying after being beaten? You can just smash the broken snack stand and buy it again. It's just a few dollars."
"Don't talk without thinking! It's worthless, will you give it to me? I don't have money to buy a new cart! I don't have money to buy the broken things..." Chen Pingfang's eyes were dull, and her mind was full of the difficulties she had gone through over the years.
I've endured so much hardship, there's nothing to be afraid of.
But she was so tired.
The child has a congenital disease and the mother is old and needs care.
But she couldn't go home and had to get up early and work late to earn a living.
So tired, so tired.
Last night when we were about to close the stall, two drunk men came.
Shen Pingfang had a bad feeling at that time.
Knowing that it was best not to mess with such people, she served the braised dishes according to the customers' needs, hoping that they would finish eating and leave quickly.
But halfway through the meal, one of them said there were bugs.
It wasn't a bug at all, it was some leftover marinade residue. No matter how Shen Pingfang explained, she refused to listen and said she would report it to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.
As soon as someone from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau showed up, people around her would think there was something wrong with her shop, regardless of whether it was a real bug or not.
Chen Pingfang begged them humbly, and the two agreed, on the condition that they pay her five thousand yuan.
If she had 5,000 yuan to spare, Chen Pingfang would buy her daughter a beautiful princess dress, take her mother out for a good meal, and buy herself the pair of high heels that cost over 100 yuan that she had been eyeing for three months but couldn't bear to buy.
These people asked for five thousand and wanted her life.
Shen Pingfang's voice immediately turned cold: "No."
"What's your attitude!" One of them, drunken, overturned the table and stood up.
It scared away the diners at the stall next door.
Chen Pingfang bent down without saying a word to pick up the dishes and chopsticks, and was kicked hard from behind, stumbling to the ground.
The two drunks laughed loudly, and the people around them didn't dare to make trouble and ran away.
Chen Pingfang wiped her tears, raised her head, and not knowing where she got the courage from, she grabbed the enamel bowl in her hand and smashed it.
"If you don't have money, I'll lend it to you."
A hoarse and unpleasant voice fell, and Shen Pingfang thought for a moment that she was hallucinating.
The disgust in the young man's eyes when he quarreled with her in the past was still vivid in her mind. How could he possibly help her?
"Is this your new trick to play on me?" Chen Pingfang's eyes were filled with tears, and her hostility and vigilance were much weaker than usual.
Li Zhu opened his mouth to scold her for being ungrateful, but his mouth was stuck.
Damn, I’m speechless.
He coughed forcefully a few times and finally managed to regain some of his voice: "Do you remember what those two people looked like? I can't stand scumbags who bully women. I have to give them a few punches to vent my anger."
Living under the same roof, how can you really just stand by and watch someone die? Moreover, men should not be petty and care about past conflicts.
Lang Feng puffed out his chest: "Count me in."
Gao Cong'ai was unwilling to be left behind, so he grabbed Li Zhu's arm and tried to take the credit: "You don't need me to do anything, I'm enough."
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