Chapter 7, it seems like having a child with you isn't quite right...
As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Dannan regretted it. Not to mention that she had only been taken to see the eldest young master of the Song family a few times at banquets and didn't know if this was really him, she also didn't know what the relationship between Ying Shixue and this person was. She had spoken rashly... Maybe the other person had just seen Song Mingli and was leaving first?
Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the person seemed to sense something and raised his head. Yu Dannan's scalp tightened, and she reached out to tug at Ying Shixue's clothes. Ying Shixue also stood still. Then she saw the person walking towards them.
Song Mingli was indeed in PE class just now. He was planning to go and practice his martial arts when he suddenly noticed a small mushroom crouching in the grass on the other side of the fence.
Even though he knew it was wrong, he couldn't help but stop and dragged Si Chengjun and Shan Yan, who were originally going to get equipment, to stand on the playground for a long time, chatting absentmindedly while taking advantage of the angle to look at that little mushroom.
Ying Shixue pursed her lips and looked up at the person who was much taller than her. From Song Mingli's perspective, the child was wearing light-colored clothes, with a bit of baby fat on his face and big, round black eyes. From the moment he saw him, he switched from a relaxed state to this seemingly unchanged state. In fact, if he were a hedgehog, his quills would probably be all prickly by now.
They're actually quite cute.
Song Mingli put one hand in his pocket, and after thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but smile: "Rescuing small animals?"
Ying Shixue turned her head away and ignored him.
“Okay,” Song Mingli shrugged. “Let’s go to PE class. It might rain when school ends, so remember to bring an umbrella.”
Just as he said, at five o'clock in the afternoon, a light rain began to fall. After dark, the rain grew heavier and heavier, eventually turning into a downpour.
Ying Shixue clutched the small porcelain bear doll tightly in her hand, her body curled up under the thin blanket.
A bolt of lightning flashed through the gap in the curtains, illuminating a line in the room. Immediately afterward, a thunderclap boomed. Ying Shixue's brows furrowed and her body convulsed suddenly, but she forced herself to relax.
It's so cold. He wrapped the blanket around himself tightly, his shoulders and back hunched. How could it be so cold?
Cold sweat stained the pillowcase, and Ying Shixue's eyes were tightly closed. Her body felt hot and cold, as if she were in a dream.
Suddenly an arm came across, and Ying Shixue was startled and tried to jump up, but she fell back down after only a second.
"Don't move." A hand was placed on her forehead: "You have a fever."
"Do I have a fever?" Ying Shixue thought groggily. The person next to him seemed to take out his phone and say something to the other end, then put something on his forehead.
The high fever came suddenly and unexpectedly. Song Mingli took out the thermometer from his usual medicine box, checked his temperature, and frowned. He didn't dare to take any medicine before the doctor came, so he asked someone to bring him a cup of warm water and gave him some cold granules. Ying Shixue usually seemed aloof, but now that she was sick, she showed some of the clinginess of a child. She hugged his hand and wouldn't let go, her eyes were so hot that she couldn't even open them.
The doctor received a call in the middle of the night and hurriedly jumped out of bed, grabbed his medicine box and rushed over. After some fuss, he found out that the patient had caught a cold due to the change of seasons, and that taking some medicine and sleeping would make him feel better.
Song Mingli breathed a sigh of relief, fed the medicine, and then told the doctor to go back and that he would stay here and watch over the patient.
Now that everyone was settled, Song Mingli glanced at the time, got up from the bed, but didn't move.
Huh? He looked in the direction of the force and saw that his left arm was still being held in someone's arms.
He pulled again, and the child frowned and mumbled a few words that I couldn't hear, but he still wouldn't let go.
Song Mingli waited a while longer, then took off his shoes, moved his long legs onto the bed, and leaned against the headboard to find a comfortable position.
Thinking about it carefully, this feeling is not bad. It's like having a little, warm, sticky rice ball snuggling up to you, as if you are his whole world.
If he continues to be this good, it doesn't seem like a problem to raise him... Song Mingli thought to himself. He had been working at a high level all day, and as he lay down, sleepiness gradually crept in.
But the lights were on when he came in—which is why he came in. After all, it was 11 or 12 o'clock, and the light in a growing child's room was still on, shining through the crack in the door. It didn't seem normal at all.
But Ying Shixue always slept with the lights off. Song Mingli paused for a moment, and a somewhat absurd guess suddenly popped into his mind.
He...could he be afraid of thunderstorms? Retracting his hand that had reached out to turn off the light, Song Mingli placed the back of his hand over his eyes to block out the light, preparing to close them. A few minutes later, he suddenly took out his phone and snapped a picture of the sleeping man.
Hmm... Song Mingli looked at the photos on his phone with satisfaction. How old is he? He still clings to his older brother's hand even when he's sleeping. He's keeping evidence so he can embarrass him properly sometime, instead of making him put on a cold face all the time.
When Ying Shixue regained consciousness the next day, she shielded her eyes from the light, still feeling sleepy. Suddenly, she remembered something and sat up abruptly.
—9:34.
I'm late.
He suddenly threw off the covers and got out of bed. When his feet touched the ground, he felt dizzy for a moment and managed to grab the wall to keep from falling. Ying Shixue took out her clothes from the wardrobe, quickly put them on, washed up, and went down the stairs to the first floor.
When he saw him come down, Uncle Feng, who had been pruning the flowers, was startled and put down his pruning shears to greet him: "Young Master Ying, why did you come down?"
“Uncle Feng, I…” “You had a fever yesterday. The eldest young master called a doctor and gave you medicine. We’ve already asked for leave from school. The eldest young master has already left. Before he left, he told us to take your temperature again when you wake up. Aunt He cooked some porridge.”
Ying Shixue pursed her lips, her long eyelashes drooping. For a long time, Feng Bo couldn't see the expression in her eyes. After a while, Ying Shixue finally moved her eyelashes and returned to her usual expression: "I understand."
At the dining table, Ying Shixue sipped his still-hot porridge with a spoon. Aunt He watched his temperature, which had just been taken, and said, "It's gone down. Why don't you rest at home today? I'll go make you some medicine later."
Ying Shixue hummed in agreement. Perhaps still affected by the fever, she was still a little listless even though the fever had subsided. She took a couple of sips of porridge and then put it aside.
The child's face was pale, and Aunt He felt a pang of heartache. "Young master, please eat some more."
Ying Shixue pushed the bowl further away, indicating that she didn't want it anymore. Aunt He took the bowl away: "Then I'll bring you an apple later?"
Ying Shixue nodded: "By the way, Aunt He, do you still have any fountain pens? My last fountain pen seems to have broken."
Aunt He: "Oh, yes, yes, these are always on hand. I'll bring them up to you later."
When Ying Shixue returned to school the next day, she seemed fine, but Shan Qi was the first to approach her and straddle the chair in front of her: "Were you sick yesterday? Are you alright?"
Ying Shixue subtly stepped back to create some distance between them: "I had a slight fever, but it's gone now, I'm fine."
"Oh," Shan Qi said, "It's good that you've withdrawn... Hey, I took some notes from the teacher's class, do you want to see them?"
“With your handwriting,” Yu Dannan poked him bluntly, “how can anyone understand it?” She placed a stack of notebooks on Ying Shixue’s desk. “My grades are still pretty good.”
"Hey Yu Nannan! Who are you calling ugly!" Shan Yan jumped up and was about to chase after her, but after being slapped, he sat back down with a grimace.
Yu Dannan clapped his hands and looked at Ying Shixue again: "This girl has been silly since she was a child. Speaking of which, there are only two weeks left until the midterms. I heard that this joint exam is very important. The whole grade will be ranked... um, it seems that it will also be included in the final grade."
Ying Shixue pondered that, in addition to the most common final exams for college admission, this school also had evaluations and selections based on the results of these important regular exams, with the most outstanding students receiving huge rewards or even being admitted to higher education programs ahead of schedule.
"...Thanks."
"It's nothing, it's nothing. I need to get back to that receipt form. Shan Qi, remember to submit these forms on time next time."
Dan Qi made a face at her from behind: "You've had a temper since you were little."
In the morning, not everyone had arrived yet, and the seats were half empty. Everyone seemed to be focused on their own things. After Shan Qi finished arguing with Yu Dannan, he slowly lowered his hand that had been making gestures on his face. When he turned to look at her again, his expression was somewhat complicated: "Be careful going to and from school these days. I see that your family has arranged a car to pick you up. I have to go to training after school, so don't linger in places where there are few people at school."
Ying Shixue leaned back in his chair. From his position, he could see Dong Yu and the others laughing and joking without any restraint. The table and chair in front of him were shaking. The classmate seemed to have some resentment between his brows, but he still didn't dare to say anything.
Ying Shixue slowly lowered his eyelashes: "I understand." He then looked up at Shan Qi: "Thanks."
Ying Shixue's eyes were dark and her eyelids were thin. When she looked at people like that, it gave people the feeling that you were being paid special attention to by her. Shan Qi tilted her head a little shyly and sighed, "We're all friends."
That afternoon, just before school ended, a classmate ran up to him and said, "Ying, I'm so sorry, I was supposed to be on duty today, but my grandma suddenly fell ill. I see you're two days behind me in line, could we switch?"
"It's very simple to do the cleaning duty. You just need to wipe the blackboard clean, then wash the cloth and wipe it again."
Ying Shixue slowly picked up her schoolbag from the table and said, "I understand."
School ended promptly at 5:40 PM. Within minutes, the classroom was almost empty. Ying Shixue wiped the blackboard, and a moment later, she picked up the rag and headed straight for the restroom.
At 10 p.m. that night, Song Mingli, somewhat tired after finishing his day's work, pushed open the door. Uncle Feng greeted him with a smile and said, "Young Master is back."
Song Mingli nodded to him, took off his coat and hung it in the entryway before walking inside.
Uncle Feng glanced behind him with some surprise: "Isn't the young master behind you?"
Song Mingli: "Didn't he get off school around 5 o'clock and go home early?"
Uncle Feng looked a little strange: "But he said he was going to work on the bulletin board with his classmates after school today, and told the driver not to pick him up, saying he would come back with you tonight."
Song Mingli suddenly looked at him: "What did you say?!"
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