My alternative life

In the night and cold wind of Xijing, I was a little indifferent and didn't know where to go.

As a matter of fact, I can find a fast hotel for a night, and then rearrange all the things I will face today when the dawn comes. In this way, I can make my spirit look more exciting.

However, I didn't do that!

It seems that for me at the moment, the better choice should be to escape from the loneliness brought by this world, rather than hiding in the silent hotel room alone, lying in an empty bed, sleepless with eyes open

In view of this, I would rather count the few vehicles passing in front of me and identify the license plate numbers that are meaningless to me before they disappear.

I smile, sad, self consolation, Jiang Feng, not so lonely as to say I'm just bored

About half an hour later, my mobile phone suddenly rang again, especially in such a lonely and noisy night.

"Sister Ying, why don't you have a good rest? What's the matter?"

I'm a little curious. I can't figure out why Yingjie would call me at this time. After all, what she should have said just now seems to have been finished.

"Jiang Feng, Jiang Can you come here for a while? I'm so cold and uncomfortable. Am I going to die soon? "

I can't think about why Yingjie is not feeling well, and why does she want to call me Jiang Feng this evening instead of asking for help from her family or her best friend?

I asked, "sister Ying, where are you now? I'll be right there... "

She said the address, and then I understood why she was ill for at least one night, but no one took care of her, so that now I still find the reason on my head - she is just one person!

Yingjie is now in the middle-class community where she took me to the night when I was "drunk on my knees".

I think it should be Yingjie's own private space. In this private space, Yingjie will always be alone and miss something.

About half an hour later, I crossed half the old city of Xijing and appeared in front of Yingjie.

Wrapped in a blanket, she opened the door for me, and then, in my repeated urges, she lay back on the bed.

I asked Yingjie, "sister, have you eaten yet?"

"No..."

"Did you take the medicine?"

"No..."

"This Do you have any boiled water? "

"No..."

Suddenly, I was annoyed, "sister Ying, if you don't eat, drink or take medicine, you want to die!"

I casually scolded Yingjie with care, but she began to cry, "yes, I want to die. What's the meaning of living? I might as well die! "

I was confused.

It's swollen again. Originally, it was good. Why didn't Yingjie not only say that she was ill, but also eat, drink and treat her, and even have the idea of suicide in her heart?

Naturally, I thought it was because of her ex boyfriend Jian.

Besides, I can't figure out why Yingjie's mood can change so quickly!

It seems that when we finally broke up two days ago, she was full of confidence and said that she would let me and the female prisoners of Shashan prison be models for her, so that she could be amazing on the catwalk of mordu fashion week

Thinking of this, I asked her, "sister, do you miss him?"

Yingjie began to cry and sob. It took a long time for her to answer me, "Jiang Feng, today, today is his birthday, my health. After today, I will be 30 years old..."

Sure enough, it was her dead ex boyfriend.

I don't know how to comfort Yingjie. At this moment, I just feel that I have so few words in my stomach.

As a matter of fact, I have experienced this kind of feeling of losing a close relative. When my grandfather left us forever, I could not extricate myself for quite a long time. I always thought that he was still waiting for me in his hometown. When I went back, I could accompany his old people to go up the mountain to pick herbs and go through the streets to cure the common people in all the villages

So I know what kind of pain Yingjie's mood will be at the moment. Because she has lost her health for a shorter time and has not had many days in the past, it's easier for her to touch the scene or fall into memory because of a specific moment.

Maybe, at this moment, the reason why Yingjie calls me here is not only because she is very ill and needs to be taken care of, but also because she can't bear the physical and mental suffering of living through these hours of dark night alone

In silence, I feel a little distressed for her, but all I can do is to help Yingjie cover the quilt, add a blanket to cover her sweat, and then boil a pot of boiling water, and then run out of three stations to find a 24-hour drugstore to buy antipyretic for her

When I opened the door with her key, I found that Yingjie had fallen asleep, but her body was curled up under the bedding, her pretty face was burning red, and there was no sweat on her forehead and temples.

Sitting at the head of the bed, I silently watched this talented, outstanding looking woman who was born with a golden key from childhood. I was deeply saddened.In Yingjie, I seem to have proved a truth, that is, God will never let a person's life be perfect!

Wake up Yingjie, I half hold her, the fever medicine on the air good warm water into the import, and then warm voice way, "sister, your situation should be affected by the wind, the body sweat can't come out, if you don't mind, I want to help you massage treatment..."

In traditional Chinese medicine, there are some treatments that are not regular, but have excellent curative effect, such as closing the head, cupping, squeezing red spots on the forehead and chiropractic.

The basic gist of these methods is to gather the cold toxin near some acupoints, so as to make the central and peripheral nerves of the human body react through some stimulation of the body surface and muscles, and then sweat actively.

In fact, western medicine is not also useful in cold compress forehead physical cooling way? Although the process is different, the purpose is the same.

Yingjie nodded and didn't refuse. She always half closed her eyes and let me control her, as if all her strength had been removed from all her limbs

First, I squeezed out a cloud of red spots on her forehead, including her temples on both sides, then I carried out head massage and beating, and finally I massaged her shoulders and biceps muscles on both sides.

During this process, Yingjie's face was always calm and seemed to enjoy it. But until I was sweating all over, her body was still dry and there was no sign of sweat.

Even her forehead was getting hotter and hotter, and the thermometer showed a temperature of more than 39 degrees.

I was a little worried. As soon as I gritted my teeth, I patted Yingjie's hot face. "Sister, don't blame me, Jiang Feng and Meng Lang, for your poor health. I can only give you unique moves!"

Although my tone seems very relaxed, I feel a little uneasy. After all, the treatment I will take next is somewhat embarrassing for Yingjie and me