Why are the stars indifferent

Cheng went to the clinic the next day and didn't chat with Ji Changyun for long. After sending him back, he went home by himself.

After the rain stopped, Cricket and Cicada lay on the tree and howled endlessly in the grass on the ground. After taking a shower, Cheng dried his hair, put on earplugs, lay down on the bed, and took out his mobile phone to brush casually.

The irritable boy had already passed his friend request, and the system automatically sent a sentence "I have passed your friend verification request, now we can start chatting", and a sentence of his name, Zhan Le.

After Cheng changed the note, he deleted Zhan Le's chat box, clicked on Weibo and looked around, but didn't see anything interesting.

As Ji Changyun said, after finally finding someone he was interested in, it turned out to be a straightforward one.

It's a pity.

But since he is straight, Cheng Zai has no intention of hooking up again. After all, it is not an easy way to go, and there is no reason to forcefully bend someone to match him.

What's more, he didn't follow his heart to make this pair sincerely.

Just a sudden interest.

The next day it was the alarm clock that woke him up. Cheng Zai rubbed his eyes and sat up slowly, reached out to turn off the alarm on his phone, just about to get out of bed, he paused, then went back and touched the bed for a long time, trying to get out of bed. I knew when I dropped the two earplugs into the box, took a set of clothes and went into the bathroom.

When I came out again, I didn’t have time to eat breakfast. Cheng Zai took a carton of milk from the refrigerator, drank it while driving on the road, and when he arrived at the parking lot, he drank two-thirds of it. After driving the car out, the first traffic light was on. After successfully drying the box of pure milk, he threw the box into the trash can after getting off the car, and hurried to the pediatric clinic.

As soon as the white coat was put on, someone walked in with a two-year-old child in his arms.

With his head down, Cheng took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from the drawer and put them on. When he looked up again, he had a very professional smile on his face.

"Ask you." Chang Ze turned sideways, stuffed the milk in Zhan Le's hands, and reached out to touch his forehead, "Where can I go to spend the night and catch a cold?"

"Swimming," Zhan Le turned his head and sneezed at the wall, "soaked in the river all night."

"No wonder you don't blush when you lie with such a big face," Chang Ze nodded, "It's time to get mad."

Zhan Le plugged in the straw, biting the straw, and responded vaguely.

"It was Qu Ran's birthday yesterday." Chang Ze was still condemning Zhan Le for being cold-blooded and ruthless last night. "How many people can there be in this lifetime?"

"I don't know how many there are." Qu Ran returned to his seat after handing in his homework, sat down and turned to look at Zhan Le at the back table, and then at Chang Ze, "Just say one more thing, he can make you stay forever exist."

Zhan Le nodded and gave Qu Ran a thumbs up, agreeing with him very much.

"You touch it," Chang Ze ignored his words, and reached out to touch Zhan Le's forehead, "Why is it so hot when I feel it?"

"I'll touch it." Hearing this, Qu Ran really wanted to reach out and touch her, Zhan Le hurriedly leaned back.

"Class is over," Zhan Le reached out and patted the arms of the two of them, "Turn around, I'm fine."

"Ask for leave if you feel uncomfortable," Chang Ze still reminded before turning around, "Don't let your life stop being precious."

Zhan Le raised her middle finger at him, but said nothing.

At this moment, the Chinese teacher has already come in with a stack of papers, put the papers on the desk, frowned and looked at the back tables, stopped talking for a while, and then decided not to look at the back tables. Zhan Le, who was drinking milk on his face, turned his attention back to the tables in front of him, "Let's take a look at the results of the entrance exam last week..."

Zhan Le's milk took a few sips and he couldn't drink it anymore. He felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, so he just chewed on the straw and played.

The class that is usually not easy to listen to is now more like a bible. The Chinese teacher's tail sound is so long that it sounds hypnotic to his ears, disturbing his not very clear mind. pain.

Lin Xiangxiao next to him has been sending messages to people since he entered the classroom, and he didn't cover it up. The milk was put on the corner of the table.

After shooting the stars last night, I insisted on holding on. I stood by the bed for a while before going to sleep. My hair was not dry, and the air conditioner was turned on at a low level. In addition, it was windy and rainy yesterday, so I might be in a bad mood. Factors, I almost didn't get up this morning.

After the second period, Zhan Le simply asked for a sick leave. When he went to talk to the head teacher, Teacher Liu, the head teacher had an expression of "what's the excuse this time?" Zhan Le didn't talk nonsense with him, and directly took his hand to Feeling on his own forehead, Teacher Liu tried it suspiciously, and said in surprise, "Why is it so hot? I have prepared antipyretics here, you can go home and rest after taking it."

"Ah." Zhan Le looked at Teacher Liu.

"Have you had breakfast?" Teacher Liu looked at him worriedly, "I'll call your father and ask him to take you home..."

"No need," Zhan Le quickly interrupted Teacher Liu, "I can go back by myself."

"You need someone to take care of you when you go back," Teacher Liu said, "I heard that your father is very busy at work, so he must arrange someone to take care of you, right?"

"I'm a sophomore in high school," Zhan Le Naoren was hurt by Teacher Liu's words, "I can take care of myself."

"You..." Teacher Liu wanted to say something else, but Zhan Le ignored him and handed his leave slip to Teacher Liu. Teacher Liu sighed and took a pen to sign it.

When Zhan Le left the school with the leave slip, Zhan Le felt that his brain didn't hurt so much. It was probably because the school, a place with magical power, oppressed his nerves, and his breathing became much smoother after he walked out.

Zhan Le took a taxi back to the old house, bought some antipyretics and a bowl of porridge outside the community, and walked home with them.

The old house is the house where my mother used to live. It is an old-fashioned community without an elevator. There are five floors in total. Three of the sensor lights are off. The lights on the floor where Zhanle lives happen to be off. He went upstairs and was squatted The people at the door were startled and almost threw the porridge in their hands directly.

"Brother!" The person squatting at the door suddenly yelled, then stood up, opened his hands and rushed towards Zhan Le.

"Mumu?" Zhan Le pushed back a step, let the child fall into his arms, and put one arm around her, "Why are you here?"

Mumu sniffed and didn't speak.

"Grandma asked you to come alone?" Zhan Le frowned, and wanted to hug Mu Mu, but he didn't have much strength at the moment, so he patted her on the back and signaled her to go by herself, "You When did you come?"

"It came right after I woke up, I forgot to tell them, anyway they ignored me," Mumu said with a little embarrassment, wrinkling her face, "I'm hungry."

"...I bought porridge, and I can cook some more if it's not enough," Zhan Le sighed, took out the key and opened the door, "How do you know I'm here?"

"I heard grandma say that you and your father had a fight," Mumu sniffed, "Your father went to find grandma, so I knew you must be back here."

Zhan Le paused when he opened the door. He wanted to say that he was not my father. He wanted to ask if he was fucking sick, so why did he find his grandma? When he got to his mouth, he didn’t say anything. After opening the door, let Mu Mu in. .

There's no need to talk to a six-year-old kid about this.

Mu Mu didn't seem to wake up, curled up on the sofa to watch TV after eating, fell asleep after a while, Zhan Le took medicine and washed the dishes after eating, and was a little sleepy when he came out. Mu Mu hugged her into her bedroom to cover her with the quilt, after thinking about it, she didn't dare to sleep with her, for fear of giving him a cold.

Zhan Le gently closed the bedroom door, took the phone out of his pocket and looked at it, but he didn't receive any news from grandma.

They haven't noticed that Mumu is missing yet.

Zhan Le didn't intend to report a letter to them either, so he threw his phone on the coffee table, lay down on the sofa, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I've been asleep, but I was woken up by the phone on the coffee table. Zhan Le took it over and looked at it. It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, and grandma and the others finally sent the first message.

- Mumu went to your place?

Zhan Le deleted the message and didn't reply.

He put the phone away, looked at the ceiling in a daze for a while, and then sat up suddenly.

It's past three o'clock.

Why doesn't Mumu make any sound at all?

He was a light sleeper, even if he took medicine to sleep, he wouldn't be so sleepy, he couldn't hear a sound at all.

Zhan Le got up and pushed open the bedroom door, Mu Mu was huddled under the quilt, her small face was wrinkled into a ball, her cheeks were flushed, and her palms and forehead were scalding hot.

"Fuck." Zhan Le couldn't help cursing in a low voice.