Chapter 35 Published
The next day, Ji Ruan asked for leave and didn't go to class. He rested well the whole day.
He was exhausted yesterday. Although the dinner prepared by Aunt Zhao was delicious, he still couldn't eat much. He quickly filled his stomach and went upstairs to wash up and go to bed.
The consequence of having low blood sugar and not being able to eat is that getting up in the morning feels like torture.
When I opened my eyes, the ceiling was spinning; when I closed my eyes, my brain was spinning. I tried to turn over and get up but could only lie on the edge of the bed and retch. I couldn't even climb out of bed.
In the end, Gu Xiuyi fed him a bottle of glucose as if he were caring for the elderly, the weak and the sick, and helped him to wash up, and then carried him downstairs.
When sitting at the dining table, Ji Ruan was half unconscious. Gu Xiuyi scooped a spoonful of porridge and put it to his mouth: "Take a bite."
Ji Ruan's eyes were empty and he opened his mouth slowly: "Ah——".
The soft rice porridge was put into his mouth. It was sweet, but Ji Ruan's consciousness seemed to be pulled away at this moment, and he felt dazed about everything around him.
There's something else that's very strange.
After waiting for a while, he heard Gu Xiuyi seem to be laughing, and gently pinched his cheek: "Chew it, have you forgotten how to swallow it?"
Ah... So this is it...
I mean, there was something strange. It turned out that he didn't swallow the porridge...
Ji Ruan chewed mechanically twice before the soft sweet porridge went down his throat.
It feels so weird, my body doesn't feel like my own anymore.
He was fed by Gu Xiuyi for who knows how many times before he gradually regained consciousness. His cold and numb fingertips gradually felt warm, and he could also feel Gu Xiuyi's presence nearby.
Finally, it feels like living in the real world again.
Gu Xiuyi saw his eyes moving around and his gaze gradually brightening and focusing, knowing that he had recovered.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he felt helpless. He put down the spoon and wiped the sweat off Ji Ruan's forehead: "Your body..."
Ji Ruan also knew that he was very weak, but becoming healthy would take time. It was possible that he would always be like this. He didn't have any serious illness that would kill him, but he had a lot of minor ailments that made him feel uncomfortable all over.
But even so, it is much happier than dying of a terminal disease, right? The pain of chemotherapy is hundreds of times more than it is now.
Thinking of this, Ji Ruan felt a little grateful and a little bitter. He imitated Gu Xiuyi's movements and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I'm dying..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was flicked on the forehead, which was a bit painful. Ji Ruan raised his eyes and saw Gu Xiuyi's slightly frowned brows: "Don't talk nonsense."
His eyebrows were not too thick, but the tips were sharp. He looked very unfriendly when he had no expression on his face. But now that he was serious, he looked particularly fierce.
For convenience when feeding him, Ji Ruan was held loosely in Gu Xiuyi's arms. Now they were still in this position. The two were very close, and Ji Ruan could clearly trace the texture of his skin.
Therefore, the seriousness that Ji Ruan felt was magnified many times more than what Gu Xiuyi himself showed.
His heart trembled, and he inexplicably felt that he was being treated harshly at close range.
God knows how confused Gu Xiuyi was. He just frowned slightly and looked at Ji Ruan, and said three words at the same time. Just three words!
Ji Ruan actually began to pout, and the downward curve of his mouth looked very aggrieved.
Gu Xiuyi could see his own reflection in his clear pupils, but the child's eyes were watery, and seemed to be mixed with grievance and disbelief.
Gu Xiuyi was the one who couldn't believe it.
“…”
He wanted to pinch Ji Ruan's face, but stopped halfway and said dryly, "You...are still feeling wronged?"
Ji Ruan didn't say anything, but still looked at him with his big eyes.
Gu Xiuyi pursed his lips, his throat dry: "Did I get angry with you? Do you feel wronged?"
Although Ji Ruan's strength had not yet fully recovered, his mind was clear. He stepped back and put some distance between himself and Gu Xiuyi, and said seriously:
"You pinched and choked me while I was confused, and you flicked my head to make it burst. You also glared at me. Aren't you being mean to me?"
Gu Xiuyi: “…”
It was clear that he was just using some body language as an aid in the process of taking care of the elderly, the weak and the disabled, reminding them to open their mouths to eat and then swallow after opening their mouths. That's all.
"When did I...didn't I glare at you?" Gu Xiuyi said helplessly, "Aren't you always glaring at me? Your eyes are so big."
"?" Ji Ruan's beautiful big eyes suddenly opened wider: "Is it my fault that I have big eyes? Then if I squint and kill people with my eyes, will I not have to go to jail?"
“…”
A look can't kill, so people with squinty eyes don't need to go to jail. Not to mention squinty eyes, even eyes as big as Ji Ruan's don't need to go to jail.
"Sigh..." Gu Xiuyi held his forehead with his hand.
What is he doing?
Why would you follow Ji Ruan's line of thought and consider whether Mimiyan should go to jail?
"Ji Ruan," Gu Xiuyi said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Did you drink secretly without telling me, or did you get drunk from eating porridge?"
Ji Ruan was not drunk, he was sober.
"You hit me so hard that it hurts," he rubbed his forehead, "Can't you just say it with your mouth? Why do you have to use your hands..."
Gu Xiuyi paused.
Pulling Ji Ruan's hand down, I saw that the place where his brow was flicked had indeed turned red. He was small and had fair skin, and looked like a doll in a New Year picture, except with a slimmer and more beautiful face.
“…”
Gu Xiuyi was speechless several times.
This child is too thin-skinned.
"Okay," Gu Xiuyi finally compromised: "It's my fault."
He murmured, "You are really untouchable..."
"What?" Ji Ruan didn't hear clearly.
"Ahem, nothing." Gu Xiuyi cleared his throat and said seriously, "How is it? Is your stomach uncomfortable?"
Ji Ruan didn't eat much yesterday, so it might be uncomfortable for him to eat suddenly. Although he only gave Ji Ruan a few mouthfuls of very mild porridge just now, Gu Xiuyi was still worried that this glass man's body would not be able to bear it.
"It's okay..." Ji Ruan touched his upper abdomen to feel it. In fact, the most uncomfortable thing was when he dry-heaved in the morning. Now that he had eaten something, his body felt warm instead.
Gu Xiuyi felt relieved when he saw that his face was indeed not as pale as when he had just woken up.
He put the chopsticks in Ji Ruan's hand: "If you don't feel uncomfortable, sit up and eat more. There are also soup dumplings."
Ji Ruan slumped in the chair, motionless: "What's the filling in the soup dumplings?"
"Crab roe."
Ji Ruan's Adam's apple rolled instantly. He sat up straight against the table, picked up a piece, blew on it, and then took a light bite.
Gu Xiuyi knew that he still had little strength, so he quietly gave him a hand, supporting his body so that he could lean on it.
Then he supported his forehead and looked at Ji Ruan quietly.
He squinted his eyes happily because of a mouthful of crab roe soup dumpling, and a dimple was faintly visible on his cheek.
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Gu Xiuyi did not go to work that day. He stayed at home with Ji Ruan all day and immersed himself in the decadent life of contemporary college students during their holidays.
They could play boring poker games from breakfast to lunch, then have a nice nap, and in the afternoon, they would serve as painting models for Ji Ruan on the sunny balcony.
Gu Xiuyi received the first portrait in his life.
Also included in the painting are the branches with newly sprouted tender buds outside the window and the pot of well-growth, green grass that Ji Ruan brought home.
For Gu Xiuyi in the past, such a life was tantamount to murdering time and committing chronic suicide.
But today he was sitting on the balcony, and the sunshine was very good for a short period of time. When he saw Ji Ruan holding the paintbrush and depicting his appearance stroke by stroke, he felt extremely fulfilled.
It was an unprecedented and wonderful feeling of fulfillment, more pleasant than any time in the previous thirty years of my life.
In the evening, Ji Ruan's physical strength and energy finally returned to normal.
Gu Xiuyi accompanied him for a walk and bought some flowers and fruits to visit Cheng Zizhan.
The single room was very quiet. Only a nurse was accompanying Cheng Zizhang. The senior student was lying on the bed with her eyes tightly closed. It was unclear whether she was still asleep or had fallen asleep again.
Her face was pale, her brows were furrowed in pain, and the hand holding the needle was still on the wound on her abdomen. Ji Ruan took only one look and didn't dare to keep his eyes on her anymore.
He exhaled a little, looked around, and didn't see Lin Qing and Cheng Yunxiu, so he turned to ask the nurse: "Has no one come to see her?"
The nurse was a kind-looking middle-aged woman. Upon hearing this, she whispered:
"The young man who invited me here yesterday left after paying, and he hasn't come today. This morning, a very elegant teacher came to accompany Miss Cheng for a while. She should be her mother, but she seemed very busy and left just now."
Ji Ruan nodded and asked again: "How is Senior Sister? Have you woken up?"
"He's awake," the nurse said with a smile, "He woke up for a while this morning, but he complained about the pain in his wound, so I gave him some analgesia and he's fallen asleep again."
"Oh, I see..." Ji Ruan understood. Seeing that Cheng Zizhan showed no signs of waking up for the time being, she didn't plan to stay and disturb her any longer.
He left the flowers and fruits on the storage shelf and smiled at the nurse: "Please take good care of her."
"Yes, yes, it's my job." The nurse responded with a smile.
Ji Ruan nodded to her, looked at Cheng Zizhan again, and then left with Gu Xiuyi.
People came and went in the corridor, and the air gradually became lively. Ji Ruan pinched his sleeves and let out a long sigh.
Seeing that he was not in high spirits, Gu Xiuyi asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Ji Ruan pursed his lips tightly and shook his head gently.
He hadn't seen anyone undergoing surgery for a long time. The pale face of Li Cheng Zizhan in the ward just now suddenly reminded him of the time when he was seriously ill.
At that time, he had surgery repeatedly but his condition kept recurring. His body was opened and sewn up on the operating table time and time again. He felt extremely painful after each operation and the incisions were very, very painful.
At the beginning, he still had a glimmer of hope, but with every operation, the hope diminished a little. In the end, the doctors gave up, and he became a living corpse lying on the hospital bed waiting to die.
Later, he was finally freed, opened his eyes and came to this world. He was free of his chronic illness and met the man next to him.
As time goes by, the pain from the past drifts further and further away in memory and becomes as if it were a lifetime ago. But once you look back, it suddenly becomes clear again, like a sharp knife stabbing back at you, causing your heart and blood to feel intense pain.
Ji Ruan seemed to have a physiological resistance to such memories. Once activated, he would reflexively want to vomit.
Gu Xiuyi watched Ji Ruan's face turn pale, cold sweat oozed out of his forehead, and his chest rose and fell slightly, but he didn't understand what was happening.
"Ji Ruan?" He gently held up Ji Ruan's face and said in a tight voice, "Ji Ruan, what's wrong with you? Open your eyes and look at me."
Ji Ruan did not react, as if he was completely immersed in his own world.
Just when Gu Xiuyi's patience reached its limit, Ji Ruan's eyelashes trembled and she slowly opened her eyes.
Gu Xiuyi saw a lot of fear and helplessness in his eyes that were not suitable for this age.
His heart sank slowly.
At that time, the sun was setting. The warm sun that had been hanging in the sky all day was slowly approaching the most dazzling moment before sunset. Large patches of golden afterglow were sprinkled on the snow-white tiles in the corridor, and even a few drops fell on Gu Xiuyi's trouser legs.
He took Ji Ruan to sit on the bench by the window, where they could feel the warmth of the sunset at close range.
The sky was an endless expanse of purple and red. Ji Ruan sat here for a while, and his face became warmer as a result of the reflection.
Gu Xiuyi squatted in front of him, brushed his hair, let the two look at each other, and asked softly:
"Why are you so scared?"
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