I won't chase you a second time

Chapter 29

"Gao Cheng's handwriting is too ugly." Jiang Wensong seemed a little dissatisfied.

"I feel that Lao Zhang must be able to see it. After all, my handwriting is very beautiful..."

Jiang Wensong seemed to have a lot to say by himself, but he didn't speak for long before closing his mouth because his throat hurt too much.

When he reached the stairs, He Mingxu squatted down and asked Jiang Wensong to lie up, "Come up."

Jiang Wensong wobbled and couldn't stand still, and was dragged down by He Mingxu.

The hot profile leaned against He Mingxu's neck, and his hot breath gently fanned He Mingxu's ears.

As if he had found a comfortable position, Jiang Wensong quickly closed his eyes, feeling a little drowsy.

It wasn't until He Mingxu carried him into the taxi that Jiang Wensong opened his eyes again. He seemed to have regained consciousness. His first reaction was to get out of the car, "You don't need to go to the hospital, just take some medicine..."

As soon as He Mingxu stretched out his arm, he blocked Jiang Wensong back, got in the car, and beckoned the driver to the hospital.

Seeing that the resistance was futile, Jiang Wensong leaned back to the back seat as if he had let go of his strength.

He Mingxu turned to look at him, and reached out to touch his forehead.

The bright and dim light outside the car shone into the dim car, Jiang Wensong tilted his head, following the car shaking his head little by little, his eyes were tightly closed, his brows were slightly frowned, looking very uncomfortable.

He Mingxu reached out and put Jiang Wensong's swaying head on his shoulder.

The taxi soon arrived at the hospital. Although it was midnight, there were still many people. He Mingxu accompanied Jiang Wensong to complete all the examinations, and sat on a chair beside him to wait for the order.

There was a lot of noise around, the crying of children, and the noise between adults, all of a sudden became very clear in the silent night.

Jiang Wensong leaned on the chair and coughed uncontrollably, his face was flushed red, and he felt that the inspection process was so long.

He Mingxu touched his cheek with his index finger, and asked in a low voice, "Is it uncomfortable?"

Jiang Wensong muttered, not sure if he was answering.

He Mingxu looked at him, couldn't help reaching out and pinching his red cheeks.

Maybe it hurt, Jiang Wensong snorted angrily from his throat.

He Mingxu let go of his hand guiltily, and looked away.

The two of them finished all the orders and simply didn't need the infusion. When the examination was done, the sky was still dark and the night wind was still very cool. He Mingxu held the medicine prescribed by the doctor in one hand, and tugged at Jiang Wensong's collar with the other.

He Mingxu was worried that Jiang Wensong would repeat himself in the middle of the night, so he took Jiang Wensong to a nearby hotel to rest temporarily.

Maybe because of the cool breeze, Jiang Wensong woke up a little bit, watching He Mingxu sitting on the opposite chair and looking down at the instructions of the medicine.

A lot of memories crashed into Zhang Pain's mind at once.

He Mingxu tidied up the medicine, spread out his palms, and handed him the pills and cold warm water.

Seeing Jiang Wen and Song looking at him fixedly, "What?"

Jiang Wensong looked down at the back of his hand, "Why is there no tape..."

Didn't you just get a drip in the hospital?

"what?"

After a while, Jiang Wensong shook his head again, realizing that what he remembered just now was probably a memory from the past, "No..." He raised his head and looked at He Mingxu, "You also accompanied me to the hospital before?"

"Yeah." He Mingxu paused for the hand holding the medicine, then reached out and handed the medicine to him, "Take the medicine."

Jiang Wensong took the medicine obediently, and originally wanted to analyze the newly remembered clips, but because he was too tired, he fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

He Mingxu sat beside him, just looking at Jiang Wensong who had fallen asleep deeply.

At dawn, He Mingxu was awakened by Jiang Wensong's vague ravings.

He Mingxu straightened up slightly, leaned over to listen.

Jiang Wensong's words were vague and he couldn't form a sentence. He listened for a while, then straightened up, and pressed Jiang Wensong's forehead. Sure enough, the heat came up again.

He Mingxu stuck the twisted towel on Jiang Wensong's forehead.

Jiang Wensong finally uttered an audible dream, "Xiaolongbao."

He Mingxu repeated, "Xiaolongbao?"

The sky outside the window gradually brightened, and Jiang Wensong's heat receded in the morning. When Jiang Wensong woke up, he felt that he had slept for a long time, and he didn't feel floating anymore. His whole body felt real.

"Are you awake?" He Mingxu was sitting on the bed, saw Jiang Wensong blinking in confusion, and handed over the breakfast that was placed next to him.

"Eat breakfast."

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"Swipe after eating."

Jiang Wensong was very interested in his hoarse voice, ah ah ah a few times, "I'm so manly."

"……Have a meal."

"Why do you buy so many big buns?" Jiang Wensong was attracted by the buns in He Mingxu's hand, and picked up a bag of solid buns.

He Mingxu's face changed several times, "This is a steamed bun."

"Small steamed buns?" Jiang Wensong miraculously picked up the bag of steamed buns again, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help laughing out loud, completely unbelievable, "How can there be such a big steamed bun."

He Mingxu threw the takeaway order to him.

Jiang Wensong glanced at the three words Xiaolongbao printed on the list, and then at the palm-sized bun, "Probably this is the standard of Xiaolongbao in the north."

Seeing that he had a good appetite, He Mingxu bent down and stretched out his hands to test his temperature.

Jiang Wensong swallowed the buns in his mouth, waved his hands, "The fever is gone, I feel fine."

"En." He Mingxu nodded and sat back in his seat.

Jiang Wensong looked at him and felt that He Mingxu looked tired.

"Come up and sleep." Jiang Wensong moved his buttocks and patted the bed.

He Mingxu was indeed very tired, nodded, took off his coat, and lay down beside him.

After a while, I fell asleep.

After Jiang Wensong finished eating the steamed stuffed bun, he got out of bed softly, took his medicine after washing up, and crawled back on the bed lightly.

He Mingxu's even breathing was right next to his ears, Jiang Wensong turned sideways, looked at his sharp-edged side face, and stared blankly for a long time, only to realize that He Mingxu's eyelashes turned out to be very long.

After thinking about it, Jiang Wensong also fell asleep.

It was already noon when the two woke up.

Jiang Wensong nestled in He Mingxu's arms, and moved a few times in a daze before realizing that he was being held in He Mingxu's arms.

The circle was too tight, Jiang Wensong moved, and gave up struggling again.

He Mingxu opened his eyes all of a sudden, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to tighten Jiang Wensong's grip. After a few seconds, he slowly let go, as if he was awake, and asked Jiang Wensong, "Are you awake?"

"Well, Songsong." Jiang Wensong patted him.

He Mingxu hummed, lowered his head and touched Jiang Wensong's forehead with his forehead. After confirming that the fever had subsided, he let go of his hand.

Although Jiang Wensong's fever subsided, he was still lazy.

Putting on his coat slowly, following He Mingxu, the two left the hotel one after the other.

"Let's go to lunch first, what do you want to eat?" He Mingxu asked him.

"I can't eat it." Jiang Wensong shook his head, he ate too many buns just now.

"Let's go back to school then."

Jiang Wensong turned to look at He Mingxu, and suddenly called him, "He Mingxu."

"Huh?" He Mingxu responded without stopping.

Jiang Wensong called again, "He Mingxu."

"Let the fart go."

"Thank you."

He Mingxu seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to him, he didn't even turn his head.

Jiang Wensong thought to himself that he had to forgive a man like He Mingxu who had a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart, so he trotted a few steps to follow.

The two went back to the dormitory directly after arriving at the school. Jiang Wensong contacted Shen Xingwen and Jiang Yao, and after learning that they had helped to ask for leave, they rested more peacefully.

In the evening, Shen Xingwen came back alone, with a mysterious look on his face, he closed the dormitory door, put the chair next to Jiang Wensong, and sat down solemnly.

Jiang Wensong has recovered a lot and is having a late lunch.

Shen Xingwen looked at him, thinking about how to speak, "Cough."

"Fart fast." Jiang Wensong learned and used it flexibly.

"..." Shen Xingwen pondered for a moment, "Did you break Brother Xu?"

"Pfft..." Jiang Wensong choked and coughed violently.

"Hey!" Shen Xingwen was startled by him, and quickly poured water for him.

Jiang Wensong paused for a while, and felt that there was something wrong with Shen Xingwen's question, so he simply answered the wrong question, "We are together."

Shen Xingwen was speechless for a long time, and it took a long time before he sighed: "What a pity!"

Jiang Wensong frowned, "What's your pity?"

"I'm sorry for my sisters!" Shen Xingwen seemed to be really shocked, dragging the chair back to his seat.

Jiang Wensong reached out and took a mirror to take a picture, muttering, "What a pity..."

After lunch, Jiang Wensong felt sleepy again, so he went to bed again, planning to take a nap.

When He Mingxu came to the dormitory, Shen Xingwen had already calmed down a little.

Sitting calmly on the chair, he watched He Mingxu go straight to Jiang Wensong's bed, and stood at the head of the bed and asked Jiang Wensong if he had taken the medicine.

Jiang Wensong was probably really sleepy, so he replied that we will eat later.

After being quiet for a while, He Mingxu knocked on the bed, "Come down and take your medicine."

Jiang Wensong moved and shrank in, and covered himself with the quilt again.

"Come down and take your medicine."

Jiang Wensong lay quietly on the bed, as if he had really fallen asleep.

Shen Xingwen, who was sitting next to him, felt that the atmosphere was extremely tense. He got up and sat down again, thinking whether he should pass the medicine to Xiao Song on the bed.

In short, He Mingxu stood at the head of the bed, bowed his head, and fiddled for a while, then stretched out his hand and threw the phone on Jiang Wensong's bed.

At the same time, festive singing sounded in the dormitory.

"Good luck~ I wish you good luck~ Good luck brings joy and love~ Good luck~ We are lucky~"

The overly loud and abrupt singing made Jiang Wensong sit up straight, his sleepiness dissipated by 100%.

"Take medicine." He Mingxu looked at him.

Jiang Wensong fumbled for the phone, turned off the music, and got out of bed without getting annoyed.

Watching Jiang Wensong finish taking the medicine, He Mingxu left the dormitory coolly again.

Jiang Wensong sat in his seat and yawned, then went to bed neatly and continued to sleep.

Sitting in his seat, Shen Xingwen looked at the two people who seemed to be in harmony with sparks, and felt, felt that it was outrageous!