Don’t Pretend to be Poor with Me

Chapter 32: Joy

Song Yan probably ate so much in one go for the first time.

Also, you can sleep when you eat, and grow meat, which is good.

Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan’s rare dull expression, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and went to the kitchen with tableware and chopsticks, and cooked himself instant noodles. After washing the tableware and chopsticks again, I went back to the room.

Someone in the room was obviously asleep, and the quilt was tightly wrapped, leaving no corner for Xia Zhiye.

He slept so well that he couldn’t bear to wake him up.

Xia Zhiye sighed in resignation, took out a blanket from the closet to make do, touched Song Yan’s forehead again, made sure that he was not burning for a while, then set the alarm clock, The phone was set to vibrate and tucked under the pillow.

The alarm goes off every hour.

The remarks are all “Take Song Daxi’s temperature” without exception.

The school doctor said in the afternoon that Song Yan might have a fever again at any time at night. If he didn’t find out in time, he would have a fever all night long, and he burned his good schoolboy boyfriend into a fool. When the time comes to talk to someone.

So every time Xia Zhiye just fell asleep, he was woken up by the mobile phone under his head, and then forced his sleepiness to cut off the alarm, took out the thermometer, and confirmed that Song Yan’s body temperature was normal before lying down again Down.

This cycle went on and on, and I couldn’t live the whole night. It was only when the sky was a little bright that I barely felt relieved.

Drill inside.

.

Sit up, reach out and caress Song Yan’s forehead, the skin on her palm is hot and hot, she takes out a thermometer and measures it, 39.9.

Fuck.

Why did it burn so high all of a sudden.

Xia Zhiye’s drowsiness disappeared immediately, got up and got out of bed, put on clothes hastily, pulled out a coat from the closet and packed Song Yan, took the medical record bag, and then put the whole person He picked it up by the waist, and walked quickly outside the house.

I just happened to meet Grandma Liu getting up to go out to buy vegetables. When I saw this scene, I ran over nervously: “What’s wrong with Xiao Song?”

The wind was strong in the early morning, Xia Zhiye wrapped Song Yan tightly and said in a low voice, “It’s burning again, the temperature is very high, I want to send it to the hospital first.”

“My God, why is it burning again. Wait a minute, grandma will go with you, there is an adult to take care of it.” and the medical insurance card, followed Xia Zhiye into the car.

The taxi arrived at the hospital through the misty autumn morning.

After the first examination, the doctor looked at the previous cases and the examination results, and sighed deeply.

With this sigh, Xia Zhiye’s fingernails were pinched into the palm of his hand, but he tried to maintain a calm face: “Doctor, is he all right?”

The doctor pursed his lips, considered for a while in Xia Zhiye’s calm eyes, and replied, “I can’t say there is something wrong, but I can’t say it’s okay.”

Xia Zhiye: “…”

No bullshit, but really useless.

“Don’t worry, you listen to me slowly.” The doctor tapped the case slowly, “According to the case provided by the school infirmary, this patient is a long-term psychological Long-term insomnia caused by sub-health, poor rest, and bad mood will definitely bring a lot of burden to the body, so this fever is actually a wake-up call for his body function, understand?”

“Understood.” Xia Zhiye looked down at his resume and asked, “Then why do you say it’s okay?”

“It’s okay because this condition is not an organ disease, it’s just an adjustment of the body.”

“Reconciliation?”

“Well.” The doctor nodded, “This kind of morbid accumulation is not a day or two, but it is just because of youth and good health, and it has been suppressed without showing it. Once the mental state collapses , or suddenly relax, the whole person will not be able to hold on to that breath, and he will suddenly fall ill, but in fact, it is not a big problem, it is a good thing to take a good rest and keep the body and mind happy. But…”

“But what?”

Xia Zhiye raised his heart.

The doctor sighed again: “I looked at the child’s past drug history, it should be some antidepressant-like treatment, it seems to be fine now, but you still need to pay more attention His physical and mental health.”

Antidepressant treatment.

Xia Zhiye’s fist on the table, and his knuckles tightened again.

This matter has never been mentioned by Song Yan and Shen Jiayan.

He nodded: “Well, got it. Is there anything else to pay attention to?”

“The other thing is to let him rest more, eat more, strive to reach the weight target, and then it will be nothing.”

“Okay, thank you doctor.”

Xia Zhiye took the medical record and left the duty room.

Grandma Liu stood at the door and listened for a long time. In fact, she didn’t fully understand it. She could only understand Song Yan because she had something in her heart and her mind was heavy, so her health was not good.

After seeing Xia Zhiye come out, he hurriedly grabbed Xia Zhiye’s wrist, pulled him to the corner, and asked accusingly, “Have you informed Xiao Song’s parents about such a big thing?”

“No.”

“You child.” Grandma Liu was anxious, “No matter how we take care of it, we are only outsiders. Ren Xiao Song is so ill, he must miss his parents, how could you not notify?”

Informed Song Yan’s parents, afraid that Song Yan’s disease would not get better at all.

But when it comes to Song Yan’s privacy, Xia Zhiye didn’t say much. He just lowered his head and replied casually, “His parents are busy and don’t have time to take care of him. It’s useless to notify him.”

“That’s it.” Grandma Liu seemed to understand, “I said no one cares how this child is so thin, it turns out that the parents don’t care at all, alas, sin. What’s the matter? Just tell your grandma that if a child is unfamiliar here, we have to take good care of him.”

“Don’t worry, grandma, it’s all right now, you go back to take care of the little mahjong first, I’ll just stay here.”

Grandma Liu originally wanted to stay and take care of her, but she felt a little worried about leaving the little mahjong at home alone. After thinking about it, she took out her bank card wrapped in cloth and sent it to Xia Zhiye. Rise: “There’s still two months’ pension in here, if it’s not enough…”

“Grandma.” Xia Zhiye smiled, “You take the card back, I have enough money on me, I can’t do it, I can ask my family for anything, where can I use yours,”

“Really rich?”

“Really.” Xia Zhiye took out his mobile phone and opened Alipay, “Look, it’s more than 5,000. I just earned it by selling study materials.”

After seeing the numbers one by one, Grandma Liu finally believed it, took back the bank card and gave a few more words before leaving without worry.

Xia Zhiye also returned to Song Yan’s bedside.

The corners of his eyes were lowered, his brows drooping, and he seemed to have a sullen look.

It seems that the first face of Song Yan is like this.

I feel that although this boy is very good-looking and dressed very well, he has an inexplicable cold depression, which makes it difficult for people to get close.

At that time, I thought that Song Yan might have such a temperament, but after getting along day and night, I realized that Song Yan was actually soft-hearted and easy to deceive. The face is so cute.

So what happened to such a lovely Song Yan before that made him need antidepressant treatment, and what happened to make his father ruthlessly throw him to Nanwulai , do not ask.

“We’re sick and tired of the bad days we’ve had.”

Xia Zhiye couldn’t help but stretch out his hand and straighten the fine forehead for his family.

Then the wrist bone is gently grasped.

The person who grabbed his wrist seemed to smell something good, turned sideways, put his palm under his face and rubbed lightly.

Xia Zhiye’s palm was numb from the pressure, she tried to pull it out with a little force, but as soon as her knuckles moved, Song Yan frowned in dissatisfaction.

So he had no choice but to give up, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, letting Song Yan grab his wrist, using his palm as a pillow, and staring at him motionless.

Fragile gesture.

Xia Zhiye thought that no matter what the days were in the past, he wanted Song Yan to live happily and happily in the future.

Otherwise I’m sorry Song Yan likes him so much.

Look, the way he is holding on to his wrist is like an unforgettable love.

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Song Yan felt that she had the most hearty long sleep in her life.

He had someone to hold him, so he indulged himself recklessly and fell asleep without hesitation.

I opened my eyes reluctantly until the exhaustion and drowsiness that had been accumulated for a long time disappeared and I couldn’t sleep anymore.

When I opened my eyes, I saw two long legs on the chair by the bed, with an English paper on the legs, a paper in one hand and a pen in the other Hook the answer to the multiple-choice question.

This man actually took advantage of his illness to study secretly.

Seems to feel Song Yan’s condemning gaze, Xia Zhiye raised his head, and then saw Song Yanzheng, who was sleeping in a mess, staring at his long legs, and chuckled lightly. : “Why, did you find that your wild brother’s legs are perfect.”

Song Yan: “…”

The brain has just woken up, and the language function has not yet resumed operation. I really want to curse people, but my brain does not keep up, and it gets stuck.

Not being ridiculed by Song Yan’s cold words, Xia Zhiye was not used to it, and raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw Song Yan’s still dazed expression.

The fever has subsided, and the indicators are normal. Why do people seem stupid?

Pinching the pen holder and shaking it in front of Song Yan: “Who am I?”

Song Yan rolled her eyes angrily.

Xia Zhiye chuckled lightly and rolled his eyes, indicating that he was not stupid: “You will take a math question.”

“Ask.”

“17 plus 52.8, then multiplied by 5, then minus 3.9343, then divided by 0.5, and finally minus 170, what is the equivalent?”

“520.1314.”

“Yes, it doesn’t look stupid.”

Xia Zhiye is very satisfied.

Song Yan: “…”

I couldn’t hold back: “Even a fool can answer this question.”

“Don’t say that, be careful that little fat hears you and is anxious.” Seeing that this simple little fool didn’t seem to have found out what he had been fooled, Xia Zhiye couldn’t help but smile. “So in order to reward our classmate Song Yan for answering such a difficult question correctly, Teacher Xiao Xia decided to give you a prize.”

Song Yan raised his eyes alertly.

Then I saw Xia Zhiye pull out a bracelet like a conjuration.

The obsidian base is studded with a dark blue moonstone.

Song Yan looked at his left wrist, where it was empty: “This **** thing I bought myself.”

“But I carved my wish for you myself.” Xia Zhiye smiled slightly, pinched Song Yan’s wrist, and helped him put the bracelet back on.

Song Yan lowered her head, pinched the blue moonstone with her fingertips, and turned it around.

It’s very ugly.

It’s so ugly that someone did it by himself.

“What a wish.”

Song Yan seems to be disgusted.

Xia Zhiye was serious: “This is what my grandmother asked Master personally. Saying this happy word can wash away the fierceness in your name, and I will bless you for a lifetime of peace and joy in the future.”

Song Yan released the moonstone, lowered her hand, and said in a flat tone, “I don’t believe in ghosts and gods.”

“I don’t believe it either.” Xia Zhiye lay down lazily on the back of the chair, “How can ghosts and gods care whether people are happy or not.”

Then you still engraved such an ugly word.

Song Yan just wanted to ask back, but Xia Zhiye slowly threw out a sentence: “But I believe in people.”

Who?

Song Yan looked up at Xia Zhiye.

Xia Zhiye met his gaze, raised her eyebrows slightly, her light brown eyes filled with a loose smile, and her voice was loose and intangible: “Ghosts and gods are not credible, but your wild brother is credible. .”

“…”

At that moment, Song Yan seemed to understand what Xia Zhiye meant.

Ghosts and gods will not guarantee that he will not be happy, happy, or happy for the rest of his life, but Xia Zhiye will.

The moment she understood the meaning, Song Yan felt that her heart seemed to be empty.

He suddenly didn’t dare to look at Xia Zhiye’s smiling peach eyes again, turned around in a panic, turned his back to Xia Zhiye, and threw a random sentence: “Fuck you. Brother, can you stop being so nauseous?”

“Is it numb?” Xia Zhiye seemed to be unaware, “Isn’t the little mahjong usually very happy.”

“I’m not a **** mahjong.”

“I don’t know who was more clingy than the little mahjong last night, so he kept grabbing my hand and acting like a spoiled child. I cry and make trouble when I leave, and this person is still sick, what can I do if I am a weak man with a kind heart and a weak hand who can’t see other people’s suffering.”

Song Yan: “…”

He had a bad feeling.

Xia Zhiye raised his wrist and shook it: “Would this criminal suspect better appreciate his crime scene?”

“…”

Song Yan felt a little guilty.

He felt that the pillow in his dream last night might really be this hand, and looking at the depth of the red marks, he estimated that he had been scratching for at least five or six hours.

“You’re right. But…”

Xia Zhiye has a long tone.

Song Yan looked up at him again.

“…”

At that moment, Song Yan was almost certain that her fever must not be cured, otherwise, how could she suddenly speed up her heartbeat.

So she rang the call bell at the head of the bed with no expression.

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows in confusion: “What’s wrong?”

“No problem, take your temperature.”

After Song Yan finished saying this, she lay down on the bed with her hands on her chest, her expression like an enemy.

The author has something to say:  Doctor: What’s wrong with Song Yan?

Song Yan is very serious: Doctor, I think I have a heart attack.