Lingzi is not too cold today

Chapter 167 I Always Think You Are Very Good

The annual awards ceremony of the Chinese music scene is expected to be held in a week.

All musicians nominated for various awards will be invited.

For musicians in the music world, this is a grand event not to be missed.

Those in attendance were not just looking for awards.

The gathering at the award ceremony is also a platform for many musicians to communicate.

Here gather the best quality contacts and resources.

Creators with underappreciated talents and singers whose talents cannot be displayed are all looking forward to this opportunity to meet their confidants and Bole.

In Tong Feier's office, Gongsun Jin and Zhong Lingzi had a general understanding of the various awards and the specific procedures of the awards ceremony.

Best Lyrics, Best Arrangement, Best Composer, Best Song, Most Popular Singer of the Year, Best Album of the Year...

There are so many awards covered, Gongsun Jin took a look and found that almost all the songs he participated in were nominated.

"You said, can I get the award for best female singer of the year?"

Zhong Lingzi was a little excited.

Although she is very popular now, she can even be said to be a phenomenon-level young female singer in the current music scene.

But her debut time was too short, and she released her first single "Promise" in November of the second half of the year.

Based on the results of these two months alone, the background is still a little weak.

"A little hanging."

Gongsun Jin thought for a moment, and felt that there were still many people who could compete with her.

"Then let's make a bet."

Zhong Lingzi looked at him and smiled sweetly.

"What are you gambling?"

"Bet I can get the best female singer of the year."

"What about the bet?"

Gongsun Jin asked with interest.

Zhong Lingzi tilted his head, blinked, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"I won the bet, and I will be on top from now on."

"You won, you were on top."

Gongsun Jin was slightly taken aback, and it took a while to realize the meaning of her words.

"Do you like being on it?"

"Humph~"

Zhong Lingzi blushed slightly, and cast a reproachful glance at him.

After a whole day's work, the two returned to the community of Chan Bay.

"I suddenly want to go back to Cranberry Garden."

Standing downstairs in the unit, Zhong Lingzi said suddenly.

"do you understand me?"

She held Gongsun Jin's hand, gently stroking her fingers in his palm, her cheeks slightly drunk.

"Be patient for a while, we'll go again after we've been busy for a few days."

Gongsun Jin could understand what she meant.

When living at home here, the two of them had no space to be alone.

Without space to be alone, you can't do the things two people love to do.

"Uh-huh."

Zhong Lingzi nodded slightly, and when she went upstairs, she couldn't help but kissed him again in the elevator.

"I really want to eat your mapo tofu."

"In the show "Overcooked Kitchen" before, your cooking was delicious."

She snuggled into Gongsun Jin's arms, enjoying a moment of tenderness.

"I'll make it for you when I go back, and I'll let my sister send it to you later."

Gongsun Jin said with a smile.

"it is good."

Zhong Lingzi squinted her eyes and smiled happily.

Back home, Gongsun Jin went straight into the kitchen and started cooking.

In addition to mapo tofu, there is also Lingzi's heart-wrenching white-cut chicken.

Zhuang Xiaomeng and Zhuang Xiaoyu watched him cook and then ate, like two big mice.

Before putting the dishes on the table, Gongsun Jin specially prepared a lunch box and put some of the two dishes in each.

"Yuyu, go and give this lunch box to Shu'er's sister."

Gongsun Jin handed the lunch box to her sister.

"Okay, brother."

Zhuang Xiaoyu took the lunch box, looked at her sister, and trotted out the door.

Zhuang Xiaomeng looked at the dishes he specially prepared for Zhong Lingzi, but didn't speak, but slowed down his chewing movements.

When he returned home, Zhuang Xiaoyu had a string of stuffed sausages and two marinated native chickens in his hands.

This was made by Lingzi's grandma and asked her to bring it here specially.

The two have frequent exchanges and their relationship has become closer.

There were plenty of dishes on the table, but for some reason, Zhuang Xiaomeng just lost his appetite.

Most of these dishes are Zhong Lingzi's favorite.

It must be because Zhong Lingzi likes it that he cooks these dishes.

Seeing that Zhuang Xiaomeng ate very little, Shi Qing also felt a little strange.

"What's the matter? Is the food not to your liking?"

"I don't really want to eat."

Zhuang Xiaomeng put down the dishes, got up and went back to the room.

"This kid, why are you so picky about food? Such a delicious dish."

Shi Qing felt a little puzzled, raised her head to look at Gongsun Jin, then looked at her closed door, and vaguely understood something.

In the middle of the night, there was a lot of rain outside the window.

Zhuang Xiaomeng lay on the bed, tossing and turning, but couldn't sleep.

How should I deal with my relationship and feelings with Gongsun Jin?
She is at a loss.

She likes Gongsun Jin's kindness, but when she knows that Gongsunjin's kindness is because of Zhong Lingzi, she will be very entangled.

"Gongsun Jin, you really deserve to die."

She sighed, kicked the quilt with her feet, and kicked the quilt off the bed.

Just lying on the bed like this, silently enduring the tranquility of the night and the caress of the coolness.

There was the patter of rain outside the window, and the half-open screen was forgotten to close.

The wind rushed in, rolling up the light blue curtains, like a girl's skirt wandering in the wind.

In his sleep, Zhuang Xiaomeng curled up subconsciously, wrapping his arms around his body.

When she woke up in the middle of the night, she found that her whole body was icy cold, as if soaking in a cold spring.

She got up in a hurry, only to realize that the window was open.

After closing the screen window, she still felt very cold, so she turned on the air conditioner to heat it and curled up under the blanket.

But after a while, she felt swollen temples, chest tightness and shortness of breath.

My body started to heat up, my waist seemed to be broken, and my knees hurt badly.

"Cough cough!"

In the second half of the night, she couldn't sleep well.

Until early in the morning, she finally couldn't stand it anymore, and hurried to the bathroom, vomiting unconsciously.

"what happened?"

When Gongsun Jin got up early and passed the bathroom, he happened to see her vomiting.

Sensing that her complexion was very bad, he hurried over and asked with concern.

"Ahem! I have a fever, my head is dizzy, and my waist still hurts."

Zhuang Xiaomeng was in a daze, and his consciousness was a little unconscious.

Gongsun Jin reached out to touch her forehead and found that it was very hot.

"The fever is quite serious, go to the hospital with me."

Gongsun Jin looked serious.

"Um……"

She responded softly and followed Gongsun Jin.

Gongsun Jin looked at the weather outside. In the rainy winter, the clouds were gloomy.

So I took my coat and umbrella, and I also took an extra down jacket and thermos by the way.

When walking outside, Zhuang Xiaomeng staggered, and Gongsun Jin watched from the side, afraid that she would fall.

After walking for a while, she stopped, her brows were furrowed, and her breathing was a little difficult.

"Where does it hurt?"

"My back hurts, and my knees hurt too."

She stretched out her hand to support her waist, always feeling that the muscle in that piece was about to break.

"Okay, come up."

Gongsun Jin squatted down in front of her.

Zhuang Xiaomeng looked around, blushed a little, brushed her hair, held down the hem of her skirt, bent down and hung it on his back.

Gongsun Jin held her ankle, stood up, and shrugged so that she could be fixed on his back more firmly.

The road to the hospital is not too long, there are in the community.

On both sides of the road are evergreens dyed white by snow, and icicles hang under the door.

The cars in the parking spaces in the community were also covered with hoarfrost.

There is a Samoyed in the snow, sticking out its tongue, smiling, wagging its tail, and its body is covered with snow.

Gongsun Jin thinks the silly dog ​​looks cute when he smiles.

"Pretty much like you."

He nuzzled at the Samoyed.

Zhuang Xiaomeng raised his head to take a look, then quickly looked away.

His pale lips buzzed lightly, and he said angrily, "You are the dog."

Some roads, when you walk with someone, grow ridiculously long.

When you walk with other people, it is so short that you are reluctant to take a step.

For Zhuang Xiaomeng, the road to the hospital was unimaginably short.

She buried her face in Gongsun Jin's neck, sniffing the fresh fragrance of shampoo in his hair with peace of mind.

The boy's body temperature was very warm, touching her cheek, making her feel at ease like never before.

If you just hang it on his back like this and let him carry himself for the rest of his life, it doesn't seem too bad.

As soon as this idea came up, Zhuang Xiaomeng felt shameful.

Shamefully... attached to this ambiguity.

She swung her powder fist and lightly beat Gongsun Jin's back, then put her lips to his ear, and whispered: "Gongsun Jin..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to say something to you."

Zhuang Xiaomeng said weakly.

"What?"

Gongsun Jin asked.

"I've always felt that..."

She took a deep breath and her expression became very serious.

"You are fine."

When she said this sentence, her tone became very light and gentle.

Such as "I like you" and "I wish I could be memorized by you for a lifetime", these words are too nasty and flirtatious, and they don't fit her Zhuang Xiaomeng's personality.

I always think you are very good, probably this proud girl can say the most gentle words.

"Is this a good card?"

Gongsun Jin asked.

"No."

Zhuang Xiaomeng shook his head slightly.

"We have arrived."

Gongsun Jin stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

Zhuang Xiaomeng came back to his senses, and when he left Gongsun Jin's back, he was still a little bit reluctant.

There were unexpectedly many people in the clinic, and it took a long time to queue up for registration.

The doctor crossed his legs, wore a white coat, and had a stethoscope around his neck. He sat behind the table and diagnosed the patients.

Zhuang Xiaomeng put her hands in her sleeves, tucked her chin into the scarf, and looked sleepy, like a lazy penguin.

The nurse walked up to Zhuang Xiaomeng, shook the thermometer, and handed it to her.

Zhuang Xiaomeng tucked the thermometer under his arm, sat on the bench, and looked sideways at Gongsun Jin.

"My waist and knees hurt..."

"When you have a high fever, the accumulation of lactic acid in the muscles will cause soreness all over the body. This is a normal phenomenon."

Gongsun Jin comforted, reaching out and rubbing her knee.

"39.8 degrees, two bottles of medicine must be hung."

The doctor said calmly.

"Can I skip the injection? Just take the medicine."

Zhuang Xiaomeng said faintly.

The metal needle pierced the skin and veins, oozing blood. The weird coldness and pain made her feel physically uncomfortable.

And this is winter, the hands are very cold during the infusion, and the injection will be very painful.

"The fever is so severe that antipyretics won't work, so let's get an injection."

Gongsun Jin looked at the doctor.

"Okay, let's do the skin test first."

The doctor nodded expressionlessly.

Hearing that there was going to be a skin test, Zhuang Xiaomeng lightly kicked Gongsun Jin's calf.

"what happened again?"

"Humph!"

Zhuang Xiaomeng didn't speak, but wrinkled her delicate Qiong nose and let out a weak snort.

"Can I skip the skin test? I'm not allergic to the medicine."

The reason why she resisted the injection was largely because of the skin test.

"In case you are allergic to the medicine and give you an infusion, we cannot afford this responsibility."

The nurse skillfully took out several reagents, adjusted the medicine with injections, then held the needle tube and raised her hand.

Zhuang Xiaomeng turned her face subconsciously.

As the syringe plunger was pushed out, the transparent liquid medicine was injected out along the slender needle tube and entered her subcutaneous tissue.

A small lump bulged on his wrist, and Zhuang Xiaomeng grinned in pain.

"It'll be fine soon, it won't hurt to death."

Gongsun Jin comforted him.

"It didn't hurt on your hand."

Zhuang Xiaomeng rolled his eyes at him and whispered.

"It doesn't hurt in my hands, but it hurts in my heart."

Gongsun Jin said seriously.

"Nicky, do you say that to Zhong Lingzi?"

Zhuang Xiaomeng showed a disgusted expression.

"Well, she said I was romantic."

Gongsun Jin said seriously.

"Pull it down."

Zhuang Xiaomeng smiled lightly.

When the packet on her wrist gradually disappeared, the nurse came over with a tray containing the medicine and iodophor swabs.

The nurse adjusted the medicine, hung it on the bracket, held the scissors in one hand, and the tape in the other, and cut several pieces of tape for future use.

Zhuang Xiaomeng rolled up his sleeves, exposing a white wrist in the air, which was chilly.

Her hands are very beautiful. Every time Gongsun Jin sees her wrists, she will think of the song "The Man of the Bodhisattva" "The people around me are like the moon, and the bright wrists are covered with frost and snow".

This was used to describe Zhuo Wenjun, but Gongsun Jin felt that it was also suitable for Zhuang Xiaomeng.

The nurse wrapped an orange rubber band around it, then patted the back of her hand and applied a layer of povidone iodine.

She felt a little painful when she patted, Zhuang Xiaomeng couldn't help but resisted, and shrank her hands back.

"Do not move!"

The nurse scolded softly, pulled out the sealing plastic in front of the needle tube, carefully inserted the needle into the vein, and pushed the roller on the infusion tube.

Then he stopped the bleeding with cotton balls and alcohol skillfully, and finally tied the needle tube with tape.

The weather in winter is very cold, and there is no air conditioning in the room.

Sitting on a chair, Zhuang Xiaomeng always felt his butt was chilly, as if he was sitting on an ice cube.

The hand infused with the infusion was cold and slowly lost consciousness and became numb.

She looked at other people receiving infusions nearby, and found that they all carried hand warmers, or covered their hands with clothes to keep warm.

At this time, Gongsun Jin gently covered her with the down jacket, covering her hand.

Then, he went to the water dispenser to get a cup of hot water with a thermos, and put it in Zhuang Xiaomeng's other hand.

Zhuang Xiaomeng kept warm with a thermos, closed her eyes comfortably, and buried half of her face in the scarf, looking drowsy, like a small animal preparing to hibernate.

"Do you want to eat something?"

She shook her head, with no appetite.

"Okay, then I'll buy it for myself."

Gongsun Jin got up and went to the nearby fruit supermarket, bought a box of fresh strawberries, a box of cut pineapples, and a few jelly oranges.

When sick, most patients have no appetite and just want to eat fruit.

When she was sick in her previous life and took care of herself alone, Gongsun Jin liked to buy fruits to eat.

"The strawberries are very fresh, big and sweet."

There are still some water stains on the strawberries, which have been cleaned in the store before.

Gongsun Jin picked up a strawberry and fed it to his mouth with a satisfied expression.

Zhuang Xiaomeng glanced at him quietly, and immediately felt relieved, Shui Ling looked at him without blinking.

"Do you want to eat strawberries?"

Gongsun Jin said with a smile.

"Hmm~"

Zhuang Xiaomeng shook his little head, like shaking a rattle.

"Okay, then I'll eat it myself!"

Gongsun Jin stuffed the strawberry into his mouth.

The flesh is fresh and tender, and the lips and teeth are full of sweet and sour juice.

"You really don't want to eat?"

Gongsun Jin was a little surprised.

Zhuang Xiaomeng continued to shake his head, and Gongsun Jin ate another strawberry.

At this time, Zhuang Xiaomeng, who shrunk her small face into the scarf, looked at him resentfully, and said in a weak voice: "Idiot, I want you to pull off the scarf for me."

"How can I eat if you don't pull down the scarf?"

When Gongsun Jin heard this, he suddenly realized, and then stretched out his hand to pull down the white scarf.

Zhuang Xiaomeng pursed her small pink mouth and looked angry, which made people feel cute from the bottom of their hearts.

Gongsun Jin picked up a strawberry and fed it to her mouth.

She looked around at the patients with IV drips, and seemed a little embarrassed, so she showed an expression like an iceberg goddess, maintaining her reserve.

After making sure that no one was paying attention to her, she quietly opened her mouth.

"Open your mouth wider."

When Gongsun Jin said this, the people around looked over.

Being watched, Zhuang Xiaomeng blushed a little, and turned away subconsciously.

"Forget it."

Gongsun Jin ate the strawberry directly, smiled lightly, and was kicked lightly on the calf again.

Zhuang Xiaomeng turned her face away, as if you were ignoring me, but her eyes kept looking at him.

Gongsun Jin smiled happily, picked up strawberries and fed them to her mouth.

Zhuang Xiaomeng pretended to be indifferent, with drooping eyelids, which seemed to be talking.

Isn't it just a strawberry, nothing delicious at all.

You took the initiative to bring it to my mouth, so I will forcefully take a sip.

That's what that look meant.

She opened her mouth slightly, took the strawberry in her mouth, and chewed it lightly.

"what about the taste?"

"Unsatisfactory."

"You don't like to eat, then I'll eat alone."

Gongsun Jin knew that what she said was actually very good and meant to continue.

After that, he picked up another strawberry and stuffed it into his mouth.

Zhuang Xiaomeng gave him an annoyed look, then lightly kicked his calf.

"Didn't you say it was unsatisfactory?"

Gongsun Jin said innocently.

"Satisfactory means barely enough to satisfy people, it doesn't mean not to eat."

"Who did you learn Chinese from?"

She took a deep breath, freed her other hand, and slapped his arm.

"Ha ha."

Gongsun Jin smiled slightly, picked up the strawberry and handed it to her lips.

Zhuang Xiaomeng opened his mouth to eat strawberries, like a baby bird waiting to be fed.

After eating the strawberries, Gongsun Jin peeled the orange jelly for her.

The peel of this orange is easy to peel, just like a large orange.

The pulp is very plump and tastes soft and sweet, just like jelly.

Zhuang Xiaomeng has obsessive-compulsive disorder. The oranges and the white meridians in the oranges have to be cleaned before eating.

Gongsun Jin picked very carefully, and she just stared at his hands peeling the oranges without blinking.

"You can eat."

Zhuang Xiaomeng spoke, then opened her small mouth and waited for him to feed.

"Ah."

Without saying a word, Gongsun Jin fed the peeled orange into his mouth, and then smiled at Zhuang Xiaomeng.

Zhuang Xiaomeng glared at him, wishing to pounce on him and bite him.

"Don't be angry, this is for you."

Gongsun Jin smiled softly, peeled another piece and fed it to her.

Zhuang Xiaomeng ate the fruit and looked at the smiling boy in front of him.

I have to admit in my heart that she is somewhat enjoying the present time.

Getting sick and getting an infusion doesn't seem to be that annoying either.

In the drip bottle, the liquid medicine fell drop by drop.

In the wall clock on the wall, the hour hand rotates tirelessly, and the gears make a clicking sound when they turn.

The two sat together and had nothing to say.

Just like a stage play, the hero and heroine have finished the dialogue, and only the narration is left.

She said her knee hurt, so Gongsun Jin reached out to help her rub her knee.

His hands are light and gentle.

She said her hands were cold, so Gongsun Jin held her hand with his own to keep her warm.

At this time, Zhuang Xiaomeng was thinking in his heart.

It would be great if she confessed to Gongsun Jin earlier.

(End of this chapter)