Chapter 58 Chapter 58 Take a Holiday

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The lights in the bedroom were not on and the blackout curtains were drawn tightly. Gu Mengran opened his eyes dazedly, and all he saw was darkness, without even a glimmer of light.

Did you fall asleep until midnight?

Gu Mengran looked around blankly, then raised his arm with difficulty to check the time.

It’s 10 o’clock in the evening, almost midnight if not midnight, I slept for a really long time.

Gu Mengran was still conscious before he passed out. He knew he had heatstroke. His mouth tasted bitter and smelled like medicine. He probably had been fed medicine by his grandfather or Liang Zhao.

There was something stuck on his forehead. He reached out and touched it, then tore off a cooling patch that had lost its coolness.

The fever hasn't subsided yet, my temples are aching slightly, my head is heavy, my feet are light, and my limbs are weak, as if I had been beaten up. It seems that I have not only heatstroke, but also some symptoms of a cold.

I feel thirsty, hungry, and unwell. It's so uncomfortable.

Gu Mengran sat up by supporting himself on the bed with his hands, threw the cooling patch on the bedside table, then took out a bottle of mineral water from the empty space and drank half of it in gulps.

The bed was shaking slightly, no, it was the boat that was moving.

Have we set off? Has the tarpaulin of the J-1 been installed? Having slept for more than ten hours, Gu Mengran had no idea what was happening outside, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

There wasn't even a walkie-talkie left, so he couldn't call anyone. Gu Mengran could only lift the quilt, crawl out of the warm bed, and prepare to go to the driver's room to ask about the situation.

His head hurt and he moved a little slowly. He had just moved to the bed and had not yet found his slippers in the dark when he heard a flurry of footsteps at the door, and then the light above his head suddenly came on.

The sudden light was extremely dazzling. Gu Mengran closed his eyes immediately. When he adjusted to the light and opened his eyes again, the old man holding the bowl had already walked to the bedside.

A bowl of steaming kelp meatball soup made Gu Mengran dizzy. He reached out to take the bowl, but the old man dodged to the side, put the bowl on the bedside table, and touched his forehead without saying a word.

"You're still hot. Why are you getting up? Lie back down quickly."

Meng Gaoyang had a stern face, looking as if he would not be given food unless he lay down.

Gu Mengran uttered "Oh" in a muffled voice, curled back into the warm quilt, and sat against the head of the bed.

Finally, Gu Mengran got the kelp meatball soup. He was like a starving ghost, holding the bowl and eating it voraciously.

The freshly chopped pork meatballs are chewy and just the right size for one bite. It's a bit greasy because it's all meat, but the fragrance of the kelp just neutralizes the greasiness, making it refreshing, fragrant and delicious.

Gu Mengran hadn't had his grandfather's specialty soup for a long time, and he missed it very much. He didn't even raise his head while eating and drinking, and didn't notice that his grandfather was sitting at the end of the bed with a worried look on his face.

After drinking half a bowl of meatball soup, Gu Mengran felt like he was alive again. His headache was relieved and he felt much more energetic.

Eating too fast makes it hard to digest. Gu Mengran was just about to put down the bowl and take a break before eating again, but his eyes glanced at his grandfather's solemn and nervous expression, and the hand holding the bowl paused slightly.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me so closely while I'm eating? Are you reluctant to eat too much?" Gu Mengran knew that his grandfather was worried about his health, but he didn't want to make him too nervous, so he teased him as if joking.

The old man frowned upon hearing this, and punched Gu Mengran's leg through the quilt, saying with a dark face: "I'm too lazy to talk to you. Tell me what happened to you. Wasn't your health good before? It's only been a short time since you got on the ship, and you've fainted twice. You feel like paper."

"Don't worry, grandpa. I'm in good health now. It's just that the weather is too hot, and I didn't get enough rest, so it's normal to have heatstroke." Gu Mengran put the bowl back on the bedside table, poked his grandfather's arm, and said with a grin.

"Normal?" The old man rolled his eyes at him. "Xiao Liang didn't rest either. He even went out with you for several trips. How come he's fine?"

Gu Mengran was quite unconvinced and muttered quietly: "Then he must be in better health."

Just as he finished speaking, his calf was hit again. Gu Mengran quickly retracted his leg and looked at his grandfather with a smirk, "I'm still sick, and you're hitting me!"

"Oh, you also know that you are sick?" The old man sneered and said in a sinister tone, "You don't take care of your body and you mess around all day long. Who can you blame for your illness?"

Gu Mengran shook his grandfather's hand and said, "It's all Gu Mengran's fault. Let's not talk about this, Grandpa. I slept all day. What's the situation outside? The tarpaulin of the J-5 was installed so quickly? Who is driving the boat now?"

Three consecutive questions failed to change the topic. Meng Gaoyang stopped scolding him. He just looked at him helplessly and sighed softly, "Gu Mengran, we are three adults with hands and feet, not three children who can't take care of themselves."

"You can still fly the Wind Wing with your eyes closed. Don't treat it like raising a child, doing everything yourself and keeping everything under your control. Can't you just take a break when you're sick? You're an old man, and I'm an old man? You're always worried about me."

At first glance it sounded like he was being too lenient, but Gu Mengran knew that his grandfather still cared about him.

In fact, Grandpa didn't mention it, Meng also felt that he was indeed too controlling. He had an inexplicable desire to control Feng Yihao, Grandpa, and Liang Zhao. It seemed that everything had to be arranged and led by him, and he could only be completely relieved.

This mentality is very unhealthy. As my grandfather said, we are all adults with our own ideas and the ability to take action. We are not hungry chicks on the branches, opening their mouths and waiting for him to feed and guide us.

But...having already lost once, Gu Mengran was afraid, afraid of losing again, afraid of being out of control.

Apart from an extra storage space and three years of experience in the apocalypse, he was still an ordinary college student. Not to mention whether he could take care of everything and protect his family, the burden on his shoulders that was getting heavier day by day was almost suffocating him.

It seems like he really should give himself a break. His desire for control is getting worse and worse, and one day he will become a dictator with dictatorial power.

Grandpa and Liang Zhao are independent individuals first, and his relatives second.

The smile in Gu Mengran's eyes faded, and he drooped his head and nodded slightly, "I understand, Grandpa. I will rest well and recuperate in the next few days. The transaction with Giant Engine 5 will be handed over to you."

Not knowing what he was thinking, seeing his reaction, the old man thought he had said something too harsh, and hurriedly explained: "Grandpa is not blaming you, I'm just worried about you. You are a human being and you get tired too, how can I let you do everything? We are a family, we should advance and retreat together."

"Also, don't keep everything to yourself. It's like holding your urine. If you hold it in for too long, it's bound to cause problems. After all, I've lived a few decades longer than you. If you have any concerns or worries, tell me. Maybe grandpa can still talk to you about it."

Although the words are rough, the logic is sound, but this is a bit too rough.

Gu Mengran suppressed his laughter and replied honestly, "I understand, Grandpa."

"It's not enough to just know it, you have to take it to heart." The old man poked Gu Mengran's forehead and stuffed half a bowl of kelp meatball soup into his hand. "I won't say more. If I say more, I'll seem nagging. Eat quickly, I'm going to sleep after you finish."

Gu Mengran took the bowl and slowly finished off the remaining meatballs.

Before he could even swallow the soup in his mouth, the old man quickly took the bowl and spoon from his hands, said "Go back to sleep" and left without looking back.

When the lights went out, deep darkness surrounded everyone. Gu Mengran stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, not feeling sleepy at all.

I just woke up after sleeping for more than ten hours. How can I sleep like this?

Gu Mengran slid into the warm bed, fished out his long-sealed cell phone from the living room, and randomly picked up a downloaded e-novel to start reading.

It feels good to have some free time, listening to the cool air of the air conditioner and curled up in a warm bed. I don’t have to worry about anything and it’s as comfortable as it can be.

Gu Mengran was a little addicted to the novel. He gradually became absorbed in it. When he finally remembered that it was still evening, he distractedly glanced at the time and saw that it was already late at night.

I'm not sleepy yet, but it's time to go to bed. I need to adjust to the jet lag.

Gu Mengran casually stuffed his phone under his pillow, yawned, curled up in a comfortable position and closed his eyes.

I had closed my eyes for less than five minutes and hadn't even started to feel sleepy when I heard a rustling sound at the bedroom door.

Gu Mengran thought his grandfather had shot him back, and was about to ask him not to turn on the light, but the next moment, the door lock collided with the lock, making a light "click" sound, followed by the sound of deliberately light footsteps that came from far away and slowly stopped beside the bed.

The movement was so gentle, unlike the noisy grandpa. Gu Mengran vaguely guessed who the person was, and seeing that the other party had no intention of turning on the light, he closed his eyes again for some unknown reason.

The side of the bed sank slightly, and the man sat on the edge of the bed. Gu Mengran calmed his breathing and pretended to be asleep, with a warm palm covering his forehead.

As if to measure his body temperature, Liang Zhao's hand stayed on his forehead for a long time. After a few minutes, Gu Mengran, who closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, was almost asleep. When he lifted a corner of the quilt, he suddenly felt something cold under his armpit.

The sudden chill frightened Gu Mengran so much that he almost fainted and sat up on the spot. It was not until Liang Zhao tucked the quilt in for him that he realized belatedly that the thermometer was stuffed in his armpit.

He took his temperature, tucked in the quilt, and put a new cooling patch on his forehead. Liang Zhao then turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the bedroom.

Gu Mengran suddenly felt like laughing. Others came to visit him with good intentions and tried their best to take care of him. What was he doing? Why was he hiding in the dark like a rat, spying on others?

There was no point in pretending anymore, so Gu Mengran planned to turn over and pretend that he had just woken up. But just as he was about to act, another person moved faster than him, and a touch of warmth touched his cheek.

It was not a palm, but only two fingers. Liang Zhao seemed to be blinded by darkness and turned into a blind man. The slightly rough fingertips fell on his cheek, tracing inch by inch, as if trying to judge his appearance through touch.

Touching the forehead is to take the temperature, lifting the quilt is to insert the thermometer, why do you touch the face?

"Gu Mengran?"

A deep and hoarse voice rang in his ears. Gu Mengran's heart skipped a beat and he lay flat on the bed, not daring to breathe.

Half of his face seemed insufficient to determine his appearance. After confirming that he was asleep, Liang Zhao's fingertips slowly moved to Gu Mengran's nose. His movements were very gentle and slow, as if he was appreciating a rare collection, carefully and with great care.

Gu Mengran held his breath, his mind went blank. He could clearly feel Liang Zhao's fingertips sliding down little by little, finally landing on his dry lips, caressing them gently with almost no effort.