Don't think of rebirth.

On Thursday morning, as soon as Gu Qinghuan got off the bus, he heard a deafening sneeze.

She and the people around her couldn't help but look towards the source of the sound, and just in time saw Fan Ziran turn the front of the car. If he hadn't braked quickly, the car would have fallen over.

Gu Qinghuan walked over and said, "Good morning, Fan Ziran, are you catching a cold?"

"No," Fan Ziran replied in a muffled voice, "I just felt a little bit of wind when I was riding my bike this morning."

Gu Qinghuan saw that his hair was still a little wet: "Did you go to exercise this morning?"

"No, I was too tired when I got home last night. I fell asleep without realizing it and didn't take a shower. I took a shower as soon as I got up this morning." Fan Ziran replied.

"So you came to school without drying your hair?" Gu Qinghuan held his forehead with his hand.

Fan naturally kept silent, feeling that if he said another word, the squad leader would give him a lecture.

Gu Qinghuan put down her hand and urged Fan Ziran to enter the school gate. After he parked the car, she went to the classroom to put down her schoolbag. Then she asked Qin Yue to report to the teacher Chen Zelin, and took Fan Ziran to the infirmary.

The school doctor hadn't arrived yet in the morning and the door to the infirmary was locked.

But it was not a problem for Gu Qinghuan at all. She reached into the window rail and fumbled with it twice, then took out a key.

Fan Ziran was shocked: "The door key is placed here?"

"If the school doctor is not here and someone is in a hurry to get medical supplies, we have to be prepared." Gu Qinghuan replied.

As for how she knew the location of the key...does such a small matter need to be explained? She has established good relationships with all the members of the student union, so the school doctor is no problem!

Fan Ziran followed Gu Qinghuan into the infirmary obediently, and then a towel was stuffed into his hand: "Okay, dry yourself quickly, and then take the medicine."

As Gu Qinghuan spoke, he shook the packaging bag of Ganmao Ling Granules and found a disposable paper cup to prepare to soak the medicine.

Fan Ziran covered his head with a towel and rubbed his hair until it became a mess.

He suddenly understood a little bit why Ai Ning called Gu Qinghuan "Mom" in private. Who wouldn't be moved by such care and love?

"Squad leader," Fan Ziran's voice became even more muffled, "I didn't mean to make myself sick, I just wanted to wake up in the morning to wake my brain."

"You have short hair, so it won't take long to blow dry it. Why don't you blow dry it first? There's obviously still enough time." Gu Qinghuan handed him the soaked cold medicine granules.

Fan Ziran put down his hand, put the towel around his neck, took the paper cup, rubbed it twice, and then whispered: "When I was blow-drying my hair, my dad said that I was wasting time and dawdling so early in the morning. Did I want to be late? After hearing what he said, I didn't want to blow my hair anymore."

Gu Qinghuan's expression was hard to describe: "Your father's words were really unpleasant to the ears."

She still remembered what Fan Ziran had said before. In Gu Qinghuan's opinion, repressive education was too torturous.

"That's right!" Fan Ziran nodded vigorously. "What good would it do for him to crush me?"

Want to satisfy his desire for control? To declare his authority? These two thoughts popped into Gu Qinghuan's mind, and he shook his head again.

No, if this was really the purpose, Fan would have suffered less.

"Is it just your dad? What did your mom say?" Gu Qinghuan asked.

Fan Ziran's expression did not change at all: "I don't have a mother."

After saying that, he felt that this sentence sounded very rude, and quickly added: "My mother died of amniotic fluid embolism when she gave birth to me, so I didn't know what it was like to have a mother since I was a child. I just looked at other people's mothers."

Gu Qinghuan didn't expect Fan Ziran to quietly reveal such a big piece of information. After a pause, he said, "If your mother were here, she would definitely not look at your father and say this to you."

"Really?" Fan was naturally not sure.

He had seen photos of his mother, smiling gently at the camera.

My grandma and grandpa said that my mom has a quiet personality, speaks softly, and rarely gets angry.

In comparison, Fan Yicheng is so burly and always looks serious.

Fan Ziran felt that his father was like the stubborn and harsh censor in the court in ancient costume dramas, so sharp.

Sometimes when he looked at his mother's photo, he would wonder how his father had negotiated with his mother.

Could it be robbery? Judging from the attitude of my grandparents, it shouldn't be like this!

"Of course it's true," Gu Qinghuan said, "You are her baby, of course she has to protect you."

Fan Ziran wanted to exclaim "Wow!" He felt that the word "baby" was too corny.

But he couldn't utter "wow", he thought of what Fan Yicheng said.

If his mother was there, would she stand in front of him when he was scolded and argue with his father on his behalf?

Could he also be a baby to be cared for? Just thinking about it made me excited.

Fan Ziran drank the cold medicine in one breath. The hot medicine went down his throat and into his stomach, with a bittersweet taste.

He grinned exaggeratedly: "The medicine really doesn't taste good."

"I think the cold medicine tastes pretty good." Gu Qinghuan followed his words and changed the subject.

"Squad leader, you are too tolerant of what you eat." Fan Ziran finished complaining and patted his chest, "I feel much better now - A-choo!"

Gu Qinghuan shook her head: "You should rest here for a while during the morning reading class. I will go back first and tell the teacher for you."

This time, Fan Ziran obediently lay down on the bed in the infirmary. After taking the medicine, he started sweating a little, and it would be better if he kept himself covered for a while.

Gu Qinghuan walked to the door, and as if she remembered something, she turned around and said to Fan Ziran, "Does your father love your mother?"

If Fan Ziran has not had a stepmother for all these years, it is either because his father is not interested in remarrying or because his father is still thinking about his mother.

Fan Ziran thought for a moment and said, "I don't know whether he loves me or not, but he always puts a photo of my mother by his bed, and he takes me to visit her grave every Qingming Festival and my mother's death anniversary."

"When I visit her grave, I bring her favorite flowers and burn her favorite books and movies for her. It seems that I am still thinking about her."

Gu Qinghuan nodded: "Then, next time your father suppresses you, you should bring your mother out."

Perhaps some people are very suitable for repressive education, but Fan Ziran is obviously not one of them.

The fact that he is so eager to prove himself is enough to show that he does not want to be degraded to nothing.

In this case, Gu Qinghuan felt that it would be a good thing for him to borrow his mother's power appropriately.

"How do we move?" Fan Ziran asked curiously.

"Just say that he can't insult the last treasure your mother left in the world like this." Gu Qinghuan said.

Fan Ziran laughed out loud: "It seems good, I'll try it next time!"

"Okay, take a good rest. You still have to go to Chuchu to report the plan before school is over today." Gu Qinghuan said and left.

Fan Ziran was lying alone on the bed in the infirmary, wrapped in a quilt.

Even if his mother is gone, his existence itself is the last treasure left by his mother.

So, he is not completely useless.

Fan Ziran secretly clenched his fists. Next time, he would know how to fight his father! Let his father see how powerful he is!