Su Jincheng didn't sleep soundly. His brows were knitted together, his eyelids were trembling slightly, and he was mumbling something vaguely.
Shan Si Nuan straightened up and looked at him, gently touched his forehead with her hand, and a thin layer of sweat broke out - it must be that the medicine was taking effect.
"Jincheng, do you want some water?" she asked softly in his ear.
Su Jincheng kicked the quilt twice and shouted "Hot."
Shan Sinuan covered him with the quilt up to his chest and said, "You can't not cover him, cover him less. Do you want some water?"
Su Jincheng's eyes were still closed and he was talking in his sleep, "Don't come here... If you want to bully me... I'll ask my mother to beat you..."
Shan Sinuan heard this so clearly that her heart softened and she felt sorry for him. She also knew that his usual strength was just an act.
"Why...why...what's wrong with my sister and me..." Su Jincheng seemed to be trapped in a dream and couldn't get out, shaking his head and kept asking.
Seeing this, Shan Sinuan shook him gently and said, "Jincheng, Jincheng, wake up."
Su Jincheng was quickly shaken awake by her, and looked at her in a daze. It took him a long time to calm down, "Shan Si Nuan?"
Shan Sinuan smiled gently at him and said, "Did you have a nightmare just now? Are you hungry? Eat something."
After the fever subsided, he really felt hungry. He said, "I'm hungry. I want to eat dumplings."
"Dumplings? Okay, there happens to be quick-frozen ones in the refrigerator. I'll cook some for you." Shan Sinuan felt happy when she saw that he was about to eat.
Su Jincheng added: "I want to eat fried dumplings, the ones fried yesterday morning."
"Ah, okay, there is another box. Just wait, I will make it for you now." After Shan Sinuan finished speaking, he left the room.
Su Jincheng was lying on the bed with his arms on his forehead. He had that dream again, a dream that had appeared countless times in his childhood.
Shan Sinuan quickly fried the dumplings in the kitchen, heated up the remaining lean meat porridge, and brought them all over.
Su Jincheng sat up on his own and leaned against the bedside. He smelled the aroma of dumplings and felt quite appetizing.
Shan Sinuan put the tray next to the bedside table. He reached out to pick up the chopsticks, but she stopped him unexpectedly.
"You are weak, don't move, I will feed you." Shan Sinuan said.
"No, I can eat it myself." Su Jincheng said sadly.
Shan Sinuan didn't listen to him. She picked up a dumpling with chopsticks, looked at him and said, "You are struggling to speak now. You have no energy. How can you eat by yourself? I'll feed you and you'd better lie down. Don't
You’re showing off.”
She put the dumpling to his lips and said, "If you really want to make an effort, then blow it."
Su Jincheng smiled slightly, blew on the dumplings, opened his mouth and took a bite. They were fragrant and crispy, and tasted particularly delicious in his mouth.
"Are they cooked?" Shan Sinuan asked, "My aunt fried the dumplings last time. I have no experience and I dare not fry them for too long for fear of burning them."
Su Jincheng nodded while chewing, "It's cooked, it's quite fragrant."
Shan Sinuan scooped up another small spoonful of porridge, handed it to his mouth, and said: "Now that the fever has subsided and you have a little appetite, you can eat more. Only after eating can the body have resistance. Can we
If you get an injection, it’s better not to get one. Don’t you think so?”
"Yeah." Su Jincheng blew away the heat from the porridge and ate it with a big gulp.
He said: "You are tired of living here. You have to take care of two patients and have to be busy with work. I'm really sorry."
Shan Sinuan smiled and said, "Why are you so embarrassed to follow me? I'm sheltering from the rain at your house, eating and drinking at your house, so if you and your aunt are sick, can I still look after you? Besides, you want
If you don't go out to find me, you can't catch a cold."
She put the fried dumplings into his mouth and continued: "We can't argue like this. What's the use? Friends are like this. If you say you owe me a favor, then you still don't regard me as a friend.
."
Su Jincheng ate dumplings and listened to what she said without commenting, "Okay, I won't talk about this anymore. It's too much."
"Yes, you should think so." Shan Sinuan fed him another mouthful of porridge.
Maybe it was delicious, or maybe he was hungry, so Su Jincheng ate all the fried dumplings and porridge. Shan Sinuan looked at the empty bowl with a smile on his face.
"Then you lie down, I'm out." Shan Sinuan took the bowl and chopsticks and said, "Call me if you need anything. If you're bored, just send me a WeChat message."
"You should go and have a rest, I've been busy." Su Jincheng said.
Shan Sinuan washed the dishes in the kitchen, then went to look at Zhuang Xiaomeng's room. She talked with her for a while, but did not tell her about Su Jincheng's illness. Then she returned to her small study.
On this day, she didn't do much work, but she was as busy as a spinning top. She lay on the bed tiredly and looked at her phone for a while.
Miaomiao sent her a WeChat message: Why do you need to take leave this afternoon? What are you busy with?
Shan Sinuan sent her a voice message: There is nothing to do. Both mother and son are sick at home, and they are taking care of the sick.
Miaomiao immediately sent an emoticon, a roundabout like, not sure if he was mocking her.
She wasn't angry either, she smiled helplessly and didn't reply any further.
I lay on the bed and played with my phone for a while, absent-mindedly, always worrying whether something would happen to Su Jincheng.
"I've taken medicine, and nothing will happen to me. If anything happens, you'll call me." She turned over and muttered to herself. She wanted to go over and see him, but she felt that it was no wonder that she always took the initiative to go to him.
Okay, I can’t even wipe my face.
Suddenly, WeChat came on her phone again. She thought it was Miaomiao who had sent something again, so she slowly picked up her phone again and clicked to read it. Unexpectedly, it was Su Jincheng.
"Are you tired today? There is milk in the refrigerator. You can warm a cup and drink it before going to bed. It will help you sleep."
Shan Sinuan sat up from the bed with a "flutter" and replied to him instantly with her fingers flying: Okay, I understand, thank you.
Su Jincheng: I also suddenly remembered. What are you doing?
Shan Sinuan thought for a while and replied: Nothing. Read your book "The Domineering President's Mysterious Little Wife"
When Su Jincheng received the message, he smiled and sent an emoticon of a kitten smiling evilly.
Ask her: Does it look good?
Shan Sinuan: I just watched it, the beginning is quite attractive.
She was afraid that he would reply, "Then you can continue reading," so she quickly asked him, "Can't you sleep?"
Su Jincheng: Well, after eating, I feel less sleepy and I don’t know what to do.
Shan Sinuan looked at the message he sent and smiled with her lips pursed. Did he mean to chat with her?
Shan Sinuan: I’m not sleepy and I don’t want to play with my phone, so let’s chat for a while.
Su Jincheng did not refuse and sent an OK expression.
Shan Sinuan was very happy, and her heart was beating loudly again. What topic should she talk to when chatting with him? She suddenly talked about chatting, and she really didn’t know what to say.
She thought for a moment and replied to him: Jincheng, can you tell me whether the rain will get lighter?
After sending it, she regretted it very much. Why did she send him such a boring and unnutritious topic? She was so angry that she beat her head with her fist.