i was my mistake

In fact, the sun is really good right now, but Wan Qing still feels terribly cold.

At this time, women are not as convenient as men-the efficiency is too low in comparison.

After finally getting away from the cold cushion, she casually turned on the faucet and washed her fingertips to finish the job, and then fled back into the bed.

"Still sleeping?" Ye Chen felt helpless.

"It's so cold, I don't want to get up, and... a little dizzy, I feel a little unsteady." Wan Qing muttered, rolling the quilt into a ball, "Did you turn off the electric blanket?"

"Closed."

"Open up, down, down, it's so cold."

"Is it that cold...Although it's minus two degrees today, the sun is still pretty hot." Ye Chen scratched his cheek helplessly, "That's directly on your body."

"Still cold."

"Do you have a fever?"

Wan Qing coughed twice, but did not answer.

In her memory, she didn't seem to have had a fever since then, and this feeling of chills all over her body seemed to be different from having a fever.

Ye Chen stretched out his hand and touched her forehead: "Uh, it seems to be okay?"

"Isn't it hot?"

"Yes."

"Is that cold?"

"It's okay." Wan Qing rubbed her eyes tiredly, feeling like she hadn't closed her eyes for three days and three nights, "I'll sleep a little longer..."

Before Ye Chen could answer, she narrowed her eyes and fell into a half-dream and half-awake state.

The passage of time seemed very slow at this time. Whenever she felt that it was almost night, but when she opened her eyes, it was only ten minutes.

The sound of my father watching TV was also extremely slow, but his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear what the TV or other people were saying.

She opened her eyes again, and greedily glanced at the fiery sun, rejoicing that today is a sunny day, if it is cloudy and rainy, it will be even more uncomfortable.

She fell asleep again, this time having a noisy dream in just ten minutes.

——In fact, it is facing the computer screen, seeing a series of messages automatically jumping up, and those text messages will automatically make a sound.

There are men's, women's, children's, adults', old people's, youth's...

"Is this the result you want!"

"Catch one or two things to make a fuss, but ignore its own meaning!"

"Now that everything has been cancelled, is everything better for everyone?"

"A lot of people really died!"

"But at that time, many people really died."

"But there are more dead now than then."

"There is no way..."

"Yes, this is the inevitable result."

"It's all your fault for arousing public opinion, who will be responsible now!"

"The way to die is just different..."

"But it's better than now!"

"Everything will be okay."

"Humanity is going to perish..."

"I don't want to die."

The chaotic voice kept playing in Wan Qing's mind, making her feel like her head was about to explode.

She wanted to take a deep breath, but she felt suffocated—it wasn't that her nose and mouth were blocked, but that she seemed to have forgotten how to breathe at that moment.

The scene in the dream flashed, and she was standing on the familiar street of S City again. The street didn't look deserted, but it wasn't very lively. Everyone's face was blurred, and they would cough when they walked by. sound.

"Cough cough..."

"Ahhhh!!"

The news of the death of a certain top expert or celebrity keeps popping up on the huge screen, and it seems that mourning is going on everywhere.

Her sluggish, rusty brain can finally function a little.

Before she could figure it out, she was awakened by a palpitation.

She coughed a few times, opened her eyes uncomfortably, and looked at the snow-white ceiling.

"I still have some medicine at home, do you want to take it?" Ye Chen's voice seemed to come from far away.

"It's so bad..." she muttered softly.

"Is it the New Year's flu? Every New Year, many people will catch a cold and have a fever, but it usually ends during the winter vacation."

"Maybe, I went to the hospital yesterday, maybe it's an infection." Wan Qing tried her best to straighten her legs, trying to make herself lie down more comfortably.

"Does it hurt?"

"Unfortunate to die."

"Well, it won't infect me, will it?"

"What do you think?"

"Then I should drink some medicinal soup to prevent it?"

Wan Qing rolled her eyes: "It's up to you."

"By the way, you said before that in the future, is it more uncomfortable or less painful than you are now?"

"How do I know." Wan Qing rolled her eyes, "I've never had it."

"But if you think about it, it's because they did that that you didn't get it. I'd say their intentions must be good."

"Shit."

"Then you want to always be like this or be healthy."

"I'd rather be free."

The corners of Ye Chen's mouth twitched, she didn't know whether Wan Qing was being stubborn or if she really thought so.

"...Drinking medicine?"

"Too lazy to move."

"I'll get it for you. There are still a lot of medicines you bought when I caught a cold and had a fever."

"Then you do it..." Wan Qing muttered, retracting her face into the blanket, as if she felt cold just by showing her face.

With the development of modern cities, the temperature is increasing year by year. I remember that she had a particularly warm winter in S City, and it basically didn’t drop below five degrees. In contrast, the winters in the past nine years always dropped below zero. Winter is always tough in the humid south without much heating.

In contrast, the bed with an electric blanket is the warmest.

The sound of glasses and iron spoons colliding came from the kitchen. Not long after, Ye Chen came over with a cup of brewed cold medicine and a few capsules.

Xiao Bai wagged his tail and raised his head expectantly.

Ye Chen scolded with a smile: "Don't come over here, this is medicine, not delicious."

But it probably didn't understand, and it still wagged its tail flatteringly, as if it wanted to share the taste.

"Can you sit up?"

"I don't want to sit up..." Wan Qing muttered, exhaling hot air from her mouth, she felt hot and sweating again, "ah, I don't want to leave the bed."

"Just sit up for a while..." Ye Chen felt a little helpless, "Otherwise, how would you drink the medicine?"

"Understood... help me." Wan Qing stretched out a tender white arm, and the latter grabbed her wrist and dragged her up.

"Your hands are so hot, are they so hot all of a sudden?"

"Yeah, it feels so hot." Wan Qing pursed her lips, "My mouth is so dry."

"Here, let's have a drink."

The taste of the cold medicine is not bad, with the kind of sweetness that deceives a child. After drinking it, she felt a bitter taste coming up, which made her feel a little nauseous.

"Uh... it's hard to drink."

"Pour some more water for you? There are capsules."

"Oh, put more sugar."

"Are you a child..."

The sweet water made her feel much more relieved, and of course it might be the effect of the medicine.

She lay back on the bed again, she didn't want to do anything right now, she just wanted to sleep like this until tomorrow.

At some point, my father stood at the door, looking furtively into the bedroom: "What are you doing? Why don't you get up yet?"

"Wan Qing has a fever." Ye Chen replied while turning her pen. There was a half-written paper in front of her.

"Oh, what's going on, I just got a fever?" My father asked worriedly, "Does it matter? If it doesn't work, go to the hospital—do you have a thermometer at home? Measure how many degrees it is."

"There seems to be no thermometer."

Wan Qing didn't even have the strength to roll her eyes. She curled up in the bed and replied in a muffled voice: "It will be fine in two days, don't worry too much... I guess I got infected yesterday when I went to the hospital."

"Why did you run to the hospital yesterday?"

"Accompany a friend..." She really didn't have the strength to explain, she retracted her little face into the bed, and fell into that half-dream and half-awake state again.

"Is there any medicine at home?"

"Yes." Ye Chen nodded, "Dad, would you like to take some cold medicine to prevent it?"

"Hahaha, what are the precautions? I am in good health. Let me tell you, since I was 12 years old, I have never been sick again. I have never had any illnesses. I am healthier than ordinary people!"

Ye Chen drooped his eyelids, and gulped down the cold medicine for prevention: "Don't lie on the sofa and say it's uncomfortable, I will have to take care of two people by myself..."

"Your father's body, you still don't believe it?" As if to prove it, the father rolled up his sleeves on purpose, "Look, this muscle is all hard work. When I was young, That's the sports model in the factory!"

"You just blow it..." Wan Qing couldn't help complaining, her voice was somewhat weak.

"Haha, don't you want to eat something?"

"Let's talk about it later..." She didn't want to eat anything at all now, she just wanted to sleep.

If she could, she could even sleep for three days and three nights in one go.

……

106. You lie down too

In a blink of an eye, it was the morning of the third day of the Lunar New Year.

This year's Chinese New Year, it seems that nothing has been done, and three days have passed in one breath.

The early morning sun shone through the window into the house, Wan Qing hugged Ye Chen tightly and remained motionless, as if she was trying to get the warmth from her body.

Even the breath on her ears was hot.

"Damn..." Wan Qing seemed to be in a coma, muttering to herself in her dream, "I have a fever...and...let me...go to work, shame on you...I want to go home and sleep... "

She was obviously sleeping, and she didn't know what kind of dream she had.

Ye Chen was not infected, she opened her eyes energetically and planned to wash up.

The homework for the winter vacation has not been finished yet, and it is not time to slack off yet.

And time flies by quickly, and the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month will always come quietly without knowing it.

As soon as she walked out of the bedroom, she saw her father get up from the sofa, his legs went limp, and he fell down on the coffee table.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"Cough, it's okay, cough cough!" The father, who was not very afraid of the cold, rarely fell asleep wearing a pair of woolen pants, and his complexion looked unnaturally rosy.