Chapter 60 Song Yuezhong leaves
Meng Yunqiao saw Su Yuan hanging her head and not speaking for a long time, thinking that she didn't understand Zhu Qiuchi, and said angrily:
"Sister, do you still remember the person I told you about on the Qinghe Boat who bullied me? It was that vicious guy Zhu Qiuchi."
"Three years ago, when I was only thirteen, this guy pushed me, a landlubber, into the pond. I almost drowned."
Su Yuan narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said in an ambiguous tone:
"Oh——, it's her."
Meng Yunqiao curled his lips, took a bite of the candied haws, and said with fire in his eyes:
"Yes, it was her. But I'm not the only one who was persecuted by Zhu Qiuchi. Anyone in the academy who she finds annoying cannot escape her clutches."
After saying that, she glanced towards Su Yuan, intending to complain to her sisters.
Unexpectedly, my peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a shivering group under the quilt at the end of the bed.
Meng Yunqiao blinked and winked at Su Yuan, asking her to turn her head and look at the ground, and reminded her:
"Sister, well, Master Yue is sick, why are you letting him sleep on the floor? Look how cold he is."
She tilted her head and sighed, patted her bed, and kindly suggested:
"Well, why don't you squeeze in with me tonight and let Master Yue sleep on the bed."
Sisters are too careless.
What will I do without her?
Su Yuan raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at Song Yuezhong lying on the ground, then lowered his eyelids and thought for a moment.
Okay.
For the sake of one hundred thousand taels of gold.
It’s not impossible.
She put down the candied haws in her hand, stood up and walked slowly to the floor, lowered her head and asked in a cold tone with a hint of inquiry:
"I'll move you to the bed."
Song Yuezhong, lying in bed, felt dizzy and his body alternately hot and cold.
Hearing Su Yuan's cold voice floating in his ears, he was drowsy for a while before he understood.
Song Yue frowned slightly, exhaled heavily, let out a light "hmm" sound from his throat, and then closed his eyes with heavy eyelids.
Hearing the voice, Su Yuan's eyes moved slightly. He leaned down, put his arms under Song Yuezhong's body, picked him up with the quilt, and strode to his bed.
She lowered her eyes and glanced at the man in her arms.
His lips were dry and pale, his eyelids were red, his breathing was hot, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead and neck, which were obvious symptoms of a fever.
Su Yuan lowered Song Yuezhong to the edge of the bed, pushed the original bedding to the wall with one hand, moved him to the middle, and covered him with another quilt.
After finishing, Su Yuan lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then pursed his lips and said to Meng Yunqiao:
"Yun Qiao, go out and boil a pot of hot water. Yue Zhong actually has some minor injuries on his body. I need to change the bandages for him."
Meng Yunqiao glanced at Song Yuezhong and nodded to Su Yuan:
"Okay, I'll be out then."
After Meng Yunqiao left, Su Yuan closed the doors and windows, opened the small drawer of the bedside table, and took out the gauze, alcohol, and medicine left over from last night.
He lit the candle, turned around, lifted the two layers of bedding on Song Yuezhong, undressed him, and applied medicine to him.
A quarter of an hour later.
Su Yuan reopened the doors and windows to get some fresh air.
At this time, Meng Yunqiao had already boiled water on the small stove on the left side of the eaves. Seeing Su Yuan coming out, he waved to her and said:
"Sister, the hot water is ready, come and get it."
Su Yuan's lips curved slightly, he walked over with a faint smile and said in a gentle voice:
"Okay, thank you for your hard work. The room has been cleaned up. You can go in now."
Meng Yunqiao raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Su Yuan with a reproachful look, and said in a casual tone:
"Well, what's so hard about this? We are good sisters, so why should we be polite? I'll go into the house first, and you follow me!"
Su Yuan looked at his friend's back, smiled and shook his head, poured a cup of hot water and followed him into the house.
In the room.
Meng Yunqiao saw Su Yuan open a paper bag, took out two small white particles from it, and put them to Song Yuezhong's mouth. He asked in confusion:
"Sister, what is that? It looks weird."
Su Yuan's men kept moving. First, he stuffed two pills into Song Yuezhong's mouth, then brought him some warm water to drink and said:
"It's medicine for fever."
After answering her friend, she looked down at Song Yuezhong, who was leaning on her shoulder with his eyes half open, and asked:
"Would you like some more water?"
However, at this moment, Song Yuezhong was in a daze and couldn't spare any energy to pay attention to Su Yuan's words.
She instinctively took a sip of the water that was handed to her lips, raised her head groggily, took one last glance at Su Yuan, closed her eyes, frowned, and fell asleep.
Seeing that he fell asleep, Su Yuan put the water on the table and looked out at the sky which was already darkening.
Invite Meng Yunqiao to rest together.
As the night deepens, a light mist begins to linger and faint light shines through the windows, announcing the end of the day and opening the curtain to a new day.
afternoon.
As soon as the teacher walked out of the lecture hall, Meng Yunqiao couldn't wait to pack up his pens, ink, paper, inkstone and books, and returned to his residence with the bookcase on his back.
As soon as he pushed the door open and walked in, Meng Yunqiao saw Song Yuezhong half leaning against the head of the bed, holding a book of Songs that Su Yuan had read yesterday, flipping through it casually.
Noticing her coming in, Song Yue raised his eyes and glanced at her coldly, then shifted his gaze back to the book.
Meng Yunqiao touched his nose awkwardly, slowed down his pace and walked into the house, took off the bookcase on his body, and walked slowly to the closet to pack his dirty clothes.
After finishing work.
Meng Yunqiao took a quick glance at Song Yuezhong, who was shivering from cold, and did not dare to disturb him any further. He sat upright on his bed, waiting for Su Yuan to come back.
Pray silently in your heart.
Come back soon, sister!
This month, the young master's temper is a little too cold. He has a gloomy face and doesn't speak all day long.
She is most afraid of the air suddenly becoming quiet.
Just a man and a woman were alone in a room, neither of them speaking. Young Master Yue seemed to be in a leisurely mood.
But she was so embarrassed that she almost tapped her toes on the ground.
Meng Yunqiao kept looking outward and successfully attracted Song Yuezhong's attention.
He turned his head expressionlessly, glanced at Meng Yunqiao indifferently, and asked in a nonchalant tone with a hint of habitual coldness:
"Where is she?"
Meng Yunqiao coughed falsely, swallowed unconsciously, and said nervously:
"Well, I run fast, so I came back early. My sister is probably on the way now. Please wait a moment, she will be back soon."
Song Yue listened to Meng Yunqiao's answer again, said nothing more, gently closed the book in his hand, closed his eyes, and dozed off against the head of the bed.
After about a few minutes.
Su Yuan came back. She looked at Meng Yunqiao, who was sitting on a small bench at the door, with a strange look and raised her eyebrows.
"What are you doing sitting here?"
Meng Yunqiao pursed his lips and sighed:
"Nothing, I just wanted to come out and pick you up."
After saying that, she quietly pointed her finger inside and asked curiously:
"Now that we're gone, what are we going to do with Mr. Yue in the room? Do you want to take him back or keep him here?"
Su Yuan glanced into the room and pursed her lips and said:
"He will leave on his own. Leave all the food in the house to him. Maybe when we come back tomorrow afternoon, he will be gone!"
After answering her friend, she walked into the room at a leisurely pace, packing the things she wanted to take away, and said to Song Yuezhong in a casual tone:
"You will be the only one left in this room soon. If you can move, leave now."
The other side.
Song Yuezhong opened his eyes when Su Yuan came in.
Hearing her say this, he narrowed his eyes, stared at Su Yuan's busy back for a while, and said "hmm" coldly.
Then he supported himself with his arms, slowly lay down, covered himself with the quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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