Fall in love with summer flamingos

Gu Shiye's steps became heavy as he looked at the Malatang restaurant which was only four or five meters away. He looked up at this Malatang restaurant which didn't look like a Malatang restaurant.

'Meng Xiaozhao's spicy hot pot is the taste of summer.'

Gu Shiye stared at the name of the store, which indeed looked very similar to the one chosen by Meng Zhao.

He took a look at the decoration style of the store. It was slightly luxurious and looked more like a brand chain store.

There is a circular LOGO in the middle of the door, with two human figures. It is hard to tell whether they are male or female, or adult or child.

Gu Shiye thought that Meng Zhao must have asked someone to design it and used it because he thought it looked good.

Is Meng Zhao married? I wonder how things are going with Liang Xiaoya? Gu Shiye stood at the door, absent-mindedly thinking about some messy things.

Quickly pulling his thoughts back, Gu Shiye took a deep breath, lifted his heavy steps and slowly walked towards the door. With his heart beating faster, he pushed open the extremely heavy door.

Meng Zhao was sitting at the cash register in a daze when he heard the door open. He thought it was a customer coming in and was about to kick him out.

As soon as I raised my eyes, I saw Gu Shiye, dressed in a suit and tie, walking in with a complicated expression.

The man in front of him was mature, tall, and handsome. Although he looked a little tired, it did not stop him from emitting an extraordinary aura.

Meng Zhao was a little dazed for a moment. He stood there in a daze for several seconds before he reacted.

It was exactly the same shock he felt when he saw Gu Shiye walking out of the fitting room wearing the clothes designed by Su Yangxia.

Meng Zhao slowly stood up and walked towards Gu Shiye with a sense of strangeness and embarrassment.

He looked into Gu Shiye's eyes and spoke with great effort from his throat:

"Gu, oh no, Brother Ye, hello, long time no see."

Meng Zhao naturally stretched out his trembling hand and shook hands with Gu Shiye, the strange yet familiar figure in front of him. Gu Shiye also naturally stretched out his hand to him.

"Meng Zhao, long time no see."

Gu Shiye tried his best to control his voice from being so cold.

Meng Zhao smiled awkwardly and politely led Gu Shiye to his seat. He sat opposite and looked at Gu Shiye.

Gu Shiye looked up and looked around the exquisitely decorated store. It looked like a Western restaurant, a bit like the decoration style of the steak house he had taken Su Yangxia to.

"This was designed by a friend of mine. It's pretty good, isn't it?"

Meng Zhao took the initiative to talk to Gu Shiye, hoping to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"Your friend has good taste." Gu Shiye looked at Meng Zhao and said sincerely.

Meng Zhao smiled and nodded: "Yes, a friend who studies design has a very good eye. I like it very much when it is finished."

"You and Liang Xiaoya?" Gu Shiye asked.

Meng Zhao nodded: "Yes, we broke up. We broke up not long after school started. She said I had changed."

Meng Zhao smiled bitterly: "Actually, I don't know what changed about me, but she said I changed, so we broke up."

Gu Shiye nodded without any emotion.

Meng Zhao looked at Gu Shiye: "Brother Ye, stop talking about me and talk about business."

Meng Zhao didn't really want to talk about his own affairs. He knew what Gu Shiye came here for today.

Gu Shiye looked at Meng Zhao, and Meng Zhao also looked at Gu Shiye. Neither of them knew where to start or what to ask.

After a while, Meng Zhao broke the deadlock: "Brother Ye, to be honest, there was a time when I really hated you."

Gu Shiye frowned and looked at him in confusion: "Hate me?"

Meng Zhao nodded, stood up, got two cans of beer, opened them, and placed them on the table: "You didn't drive here, did you?"

"Someone drove me here."

Gu Shiye nodded, and Meng Zhao opened the pull ring and handed the beer to Gu Shiye.

Gu Shiye took the beer handed to him by Meng Zhao and said, "Thank you."

"Well, I really hated it at that time. You may not understand." Meng Zhao took a big gulp of wine.

Gu Shiye seemed to understand a little. He probably knew why Meng Zhao hated him, but he didn't fully understand why Meng Zhao hated him. He hated him quite a lot.

Meng Zhao put his arm on the back of the chair and looked at Gu Shiye: "I feel that if it weren't for you, Yang'er wouldn't have become like this. I've known him for more than ten years, and I never thought he would become like that one day."

Meng Zhao's thoughts drifted away, and his eyes stared blankly at the door.

"Like that...? What kind?"

Gu Shiye didn't say the last three words. His heart suddenly tightened, and his heart seemed to suddenly perk up and prepare to accept all of Meng Zhao's accusations.

Meng Zhao withdrew his gaze from Gu Shiye and slowly spoke.

It was a day in mid-June six years ago...

"Yang'er, Yang'er, are you in there? Open the door for me. Yang'er, open the door quickly."

Meng Zhao stood at Su Yangxia's door and knocked frantically.

Su Yangxia slowly woke up amidst waves of shrill sounds and screams.

Su Yangxia was lying on the bed, and he found himself sweating all over. He weakly stood up and dragged his hot body to open the door for the person who was shouting outside:

"You're fucking calling the ghost, get in here."

The voice was low and hoarse, and Su Yangxia was shocked by the sound she made.

Meng Zhao anxiously leaned forward and squeezed in, closing the door. Hearing Su Yangxia's hoarse voice and red cheeks and neck, he reached out and touched them:

"Fuck! Yang'er, why are you so hot? You have a fever."

Su Yangxia ignored him, turned around, went into the room, and fell back onto the bed.

Meng Zhao hurried in, lifted Su Yangxia's clothes, looked around, and touched other parts of Su Yangxia's body:

"Your temperature is almost 40 degrees, how many days have you had the fever?"

Su Yangxia lay on the bed, closed her eyes and shook her head: "I don't know, I forgot whether it was yesterday or today." The voice sounded like a broken speaker.

Meng Zhao tore Su Yangxia's pillow apart and rummaged around: "Where's the thermometer? Measure it quickly."

Su Yangxia frowned and struggled to pull the thermometer out from under the pillow. Meng Zhao snatched it away and stuffed it under his armpit.

Meng Zhao glanced at the takeaway garbage on the table and asked, "Brother Ye, you haven't been staying in this old house all day for the past three or four days since you left, right?"

Su Yangxia nodded: "Yes, I didn't go out."

"You, you really are."

Meng Zhao sat on the edge of the bed and pointed at Su Yangxia with his finger, extremely angry.

Meng Zhao looked at him speechlessly: "Why are you so worried? It's not like Brother Ye won't be coming back."

"He hasn't replied to my messages in a few days."

Su Yangxia opened her eyes slightly and spoke in a sickly voice.

Meng Zhao frowned: "Then he must have something wrong. Why are you doing this? You are a grown man after all."

"Time is up."

Meng Zhao lifted Su Yangxia's arm and pulled the thermometer out from under her armpit.

"Holy crap! Damn, it's almost forty degrees."

Meng Zhao cursed as he looked at the thermometer, then glanced at Su Yangxia lying on the bed.

He threw the thermometer on the bed, took out his cell phone, selected the most expensive price, quickly called an online taxi, and quickly found a set of clothes for Su Yangxia to change into from the closet.

Meng Zhao grabbed Su Yangxia's arm, turned his back to Su Yangxia, half-knelt beside the bed and said, "Come up."

Su Yangxia had no strength at all and sat lazily on the edge of the bed.

Meng Zhao turned around and looked at him: "Hurry up, take the phone, put your arms around my neck, I'll carry you down."

"Hmm~"

Su Yangxia hummed lazily, holding the phone in her hand and hugged Meng Zhao's neck.

As a result, Su Yangxia's hands dropped down within two seconds of standing up, and the cell phone fell to the ground. Meng Zhao reacted quickly and grabbed Su Yangxia's arm. If he had been two seconds later, he would have fallen down.

Meng Zhao put Su Yangxia back on the bed, picked up his cell phone and looked at the license plate number, then bent down, picked up Su Yangxia and walked towards the door.

Meng Zhao took a lot of effort to carry Su Yangxia down the stairs. Su Yangxia had no strength left and was extremely heavy, and she kept falling down. Meng Zhao was afraid that Su Yangxia would become stupid because of the fall before they even reached the hospital.

After getting in the taxi, the taxi driver glanced at Meng Zhao, who had an anxious look on his face, and then glanced at Su Yangxia who was lying there.

The driver noticed that Su Yangxia in the back seat was in a bad condition. He tactfully didn't ask any extra questions and stepped on the accelerator as fast as he could to drive into the hospital. When he got out of the car, he even helped to support the man and was almost burned by the fireball-like man.

Meng Zhao ran into the emergency room breathlessly holding Su Yangxia and shouted towards the emergency room:

"Doctor! Nurse! Is there anyone here? My friend has a fever of 40 degrees. Is there anyone who can come and see him?!"

Meng Zhao hugged Su Yangxia breathlessly, his hands almost out of strength.

Several nurses over there heard the noise and looked over here.

A nurse trotted over and touched Su Yangxia's forehead: "Don't worry, why is it so hot?"

The nurse looked at Meng Zhao and said, "I'll go push the bed first. When I get it over, you put him on the bed. Then you go over there and register him."

The nurse gave Meng Zhao some instructions, and Meng Zhao nodded in confusion. After the nurse finished speaking, she quickly walked over and pushed a mobile bed over.

Meng Zhao gently placed Su Yangxia on the bed. "Thank you, nurse. Sorry to bother you. I'll go register now."

Meng Zhao glanced at Su Yangxia's flushed face, and the bed was pushed away by the nurse. He took Su Yangxia's cell phone and ran to the window of the emergency room to make an appointment for Su Yangxia.

In the ward, Meng Zhao sat blankly beside the bed, looking at Su Yangxia who was lying on the bed with an IV drip, and the nurse next to her was adjusting the infusion tube.

"Nurse, how is he?" Meng Zhao looked up at the nurse and asked anxiously.

The nurse was wearing a mask and her emotions were hard to discern. She said in a calm voice:

"You're too careless. You just delivered it when it was over 40 degrees Celsius. Aren't you afraid it'll get burned? Let's see if the temperature drops after hanging these bottles of water."

"Why did you suddenly have such a high fever?"

Meng Zhao frowned and looked at Su Yangxia, wondering why he had such a high fever in mid-June.

The nurse put her hands in her pockets and looked at the person on the bed: "He must have inflammation in his body. Usually such a high fever is caused by inflammation."

“Inflammation?”

Meng Zhao's face was full of depression. Why was there inflammation? Could it be that he had a fever and his throat was inflamed?

The nurse hung up the water and adjusted the drip, then left the ward with her hands in her pockets, and told Meng Zhao to watch the drip and press the call bell at the bedside when it was almost gone.

Inflammation, inflammation, Meng Zhao kept muttering these two words, and he had an uncertain doubt in his heart.

He pulled the curtain, opened the quilt, lifted Su Yangxia's clothes and looked around. Apart from the faded red mark on the collarbone, there were no other injuries.

Meng Zhao frowned and looked at Su Yangxia. Su Yangxia turned over at this time. He carefully pulled down Su Yangxia's pants and took a closer look.

"Damn it. It's so swollen." Meng Zhao cursed with a wrinkled face full of heartache.

He silently helped Su Yangxia put on his pants, feeling indescribably uncomfortable. How intense must the fight between these two people be to end up like this? It has been several days and he still has a fever.

Meng Zhao was angry in his heart at Su Yangxia for not living up to his expectations and for indulging Gu Shiye. At that moment, he had the urge to beat Gu Shiye.

Gu Shiye wouldn't be planning to run away and never come back after doing this to Su Yangxia, otherwise why would he be so cruel? Looking at Su Yangxia's back, Meng Zhao already thought of Gu Shiye as a scumbag.

Meng Zhao felt a surge of fear in his heart. If Su Yangxia hadn't replied to his messages in the past few days, and Meng Zhao hadn't been worried about Su Yangxia's condition and came to find him, he might have burned himself to death in the old house.