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Acute pneumonia, a sudden disease, is very uncomfortable during the first few days of treatment. The body temperature switches between high fever and low fever, and the human body feels that it is constantly alternating between cold and hot. It is rare for Ji Xiaocheng to get sick once. It's like taking half your life away.

He actually knew everything about first aid, loud and noisy voices filled his ear canals, and when he closed his eyes, it was like seeing a huge rock in the dark, sometimes falling down suddenly, and sometimes passing by in front of his eyes.

It turns out that acute pneumonia is so uncomfortable, Ji Xiaocheng thought in a daze.

Liang Yun met Ji's mother downstairs, and said some more harmonious fragments of the conversation with the old Ji, and he called his parents after seeing Ji's mother away. What kind of disease is it? It makes them worry. Now that the diagnosis is only a minor disease, tell them that they can still gain some sympathy points.

When he reached the ward and opened the door, he walked in lightly. The bed companion in the next bed was very nice, and nodded and smiled silently at him without making a sound.

As soon as he sat down on the chair, Ji Xiaocheng opened his eyes. Seeing him stretching out his hand, Liang Yun hurriedly leaned forward to hold his hand, and whispered, "Drink some water?"

Ji Xiaocheng shook his head, and his lung sounds were obvious when he spoke: "Have you eaten yet? Where are our parents?"

Liang Yun's eyelashes drooped slightly, and the eyes that looked at Ji Xiaocheng tenderly pinched water.The seven-year itch isn't really scary, is it?

In spring, there is no need to doubt whether willows will sprout or winter jasmine will bloom, just as Ji Xiaocheng no longer needs to ask "Are you still angry with me?"

"My parents told you to take good care of your illness, and you will have more time to play with them in the future. Auntie will go home to soak rice and cook porridge. Come over tomorrow. Uncle Ji will not speculate with me and go back to the new house."

Hearing the last two sentences, Ji Xiaocheng couldn't help but smile, coughed twice, Liang Yun helped him up and patted his back, he shook his head and asked: "Usually, the side that loses in a quarrel should stay A harsh word, right?"

Liang Yun shrugged distressedly, and repeated the original text: "Since you are obsessed with obsession, don't blame me for being unfeeling."

Ji Xiaocheng's eyes darkened, and he asked, "Are you worried?"

For an unknown situation, it is normal for grass and trees to be soldiers. Liang Yun did not answer directly. He joked: "Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. In case there is another time, where are you going to rent a child for his colleagues to judge?"

Ji Xiaocheng sighed helplessly, with a frustrated expression on his face: "My dad wasn't like this before."

"It's also a kind of adapting to the environment." Liang Yun said: "Ethos is the general environment. One person's power can't change the general environment, so he can only follow the trend."

Ji Xiaocheng understands that Liang Yun's words are just euphemisms, the ancients sincerely do not deceive me, "those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black", these words are so sharp.

"Don't talk about that." Liang Yun held Ji Xiaocheng's hand and rubbed it on his face, his back was facing the family members in the next bed, and he complained in a low voice: "I was scared to death this morning, you know?"

Ji Xiaocheng's spirit was weak, and he felt a little dizzy when he looked at the eyes within a short distance. It was his eyes that were eager, or his own eyes that were focused, and he couldn't tell for a while. The breath floating between the two faces is hot.

He spoke slightly, and said in a muffled voice, "Mmm, I know."

He only said half of the words, but Liang Yun immediately understood.

Who can make you mess up in an instant, who is the one who can give you a world full of open palms, he doesn't want to recall the process of receiving a call this morning and rushing to the hospital, he just feels that he is holding it in his palm at this moment This hand is his one flower one world.

He broke his leg and was in the hospital that day, and Ji Xiaocheng who came here after hearing the news should have felt this way.Liang Yun will always remember every drop of sweat that Ji Xiaocheng shed for him. Who dares to easily affirm that the overflowing tears are really worse than the slightly sour moisture on the neckline?Sweating and heavy clothes, like the cohesion of the back of the paper, that is the power of the three words "I love you" that he never bothers to say.

"I also know that acute pneumonia is really not something human suffers."

The corners of Liang Yun's mouth curved slightly, imitating Ji Xiaocheng's tone playfully: "Hmm, I know."

"But I have you to take care of me."

Liang Yun looked at him amusedly. Could it be that everyone is like this, and finds a reason to rejuvenate when they get sick? It's quite scary for Ji Xiaocheng's mature-looking face to act coquettishly.

But he likes it.

"Speaking of which, you owe me something. Next time I get pneumonia again, you must remember to stay in bed."

Ji Xiaocheng rolled his eyes at him desperately, and cursed fondly in Wuhan dialect: "It's a bit sweet."

Liang Yun retorted: "You're the only one!" He tucked in the quilt and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Ji Xiaocheng was indeed so hot that he couldn't open his eyes, he closed them obediently, and when he was about to fall asleep, he opened his eyelids vainly, his eyes were dull and unfocused, as if he was talking to himself or keeping accounts before going to bed: "...Well, next time you will replenish it, it will be doubled."

"I made a note, go to sleep."

He fell asleep peacefully, but Liang Yun couldn't calm down anymore. It's just that he didn't stay with him during the summer vacation because of pneumonia. Blame himself?

The person in the next bed is a middle-aged man. According to the wife who took care of him, the cause was pulmonary complications caused by diabetes. It is really exhausting to suffer from this chronic disease that cannot be cured or died at the age of [-]. .

Liang Yun is always thinking about who is manipulating people's fate, why life, old age, sickness and death cannot be chosen by oneself. The Buddha said that everything in the world has a destiny. Probably the so-called "destiny" is a situation that you can never predict, and you can't escape. Can only bite the bullet and face it.

Just like the old man in the next bed, he can't control the blood sugar that fluctuates from time to time, but at least he can cooperate with the doctor's treatment and bravely face the geriatric diseases that should not be suffered at this age.

Ji Xiaocheng was woken up when the needle was pulled out. Liang Yun put down the draft paper and pen in his hand, and helped him to the bathroom. When he returned to the hospital bed, he saw the pile of draft paper full of words on the bed. Xiao Cheng smiled and said, "Are you inspired to write an article again? Is this the outline?"

"Suddenly wanted to write something."

Ji Xiaocheng lay down on the bed, picked up the manuscript paper and flipped through it, only to find that it was not an outline.Liang Yun leaned back in the chair, let Ji Xiaocheng read the words, and smiled calmly at him with his hands crossed.

For a long time, there was only the sound of flipping through papers in the ward. Now few people write manuscripts. They are used to intelligent pinyin typing to improve writing efficiency. Many words that are not commonly used will be forgotten how to write. Liang Yun’s manuscripts have such a problem , Many words were replaced by pinyin when he couldn't remember how to write them. Even if it was difficult to read, it didn't affect his interest in reading.

The text is very simple, without the comparison sentence patterns and various dazzling narrative techniques that are often used in writing. It is like recording a life experience. It seems plain, but it reads slowly and slowly. Knowing whether they will be together after graduation, I want to see such two boys with very different personalities, all kinds of petty disputes, all kinds of reconciliations, the traces of growth revealed in various trivial matters, and the still water flowing in various ordinary days. .

"How?" Liang Yun asked.

Ji Xiaocheng closed the manuscript paper and asked him, "Are you going to publish it?"

Liang Yun nodded: "The article I wrote before is too idealistic and seriously divorced from reality. The plot is indeed ups and downs, but after reading it, it's over. It's like you want to know what will be in Doraemon's pocket, but you don't know. It's like wondering where his pockets came from."

"I think your writing is very good. That's because this is our story. Looking back at our previous experiences is a very interesting memory for me, but can you guarantee that others will not find it boring?"

Liang Yun shrugged, "Whether they read it or not, I will always write it down here, as a commemoration of the two of us. When we grow old, I will start from the beginning and remember slowly when I have nothing to do."

Ji Xiaocheng thought for a while, Liang Yun likes to write things, of course he will not stop him, but he is afraid that he will start a hole with enthusiasm and end in disappointment later, writing without resonance is like a football player who has all his energy but can only squat behind It's the same as making up seats (except for Chinese football), if you encounter a reader who likes to pick up the list and pour cold water on it, it's a good feeling, no matter how warm your heart is, it will be broken into slag.

"Your writing like this is no different from an outline essay. I'm not saying that an outline essay is bad, but our story lacks the most important element of an outline essay—a fascinating plot."

Liang Yun wanted to look at his old master with admiration. How could he understand the attributes of these articles?Didn't he always insist that there's no comparison between Chicken Soup for the Soul and Crock Pot Chicken Soup?

Ji Xiaocheng glanced at the dumbfounded Liang Yun, and chuckled mysteriously: "You can publish articles anonymously, so can't I comment anonymously?"

"what……?"

"If you have time, go read the comments by yourself. By the way, there is a folder named 'Work Summary' in the mobile hard disk in the desk drawer, which contains about 2G of audio files. I think it should be helpful for your new article. .”

Liang Yun’s ID on the online novel reading website was established very early. When he was about to graduate, he applied for an account with his roommate. At the beginning, he wrote some essays and English poems here and there. The starting point was too high-end, so the popularity has not been very good. Later, Fascinated by Danmei novels with beautiful words, after reading it for half a year, he also thought about writing. In the past seven years, he has written about seven or eight novels, all of which are between 13 and [-].

Re-reading my own article, the virgin work is really unreadable, the deliberate creation of moaning without illness, the psychological description of hurting the spring and the autumn, mechanically copying and buckling the bland plot, and some blunt and long paragraphs Bai, some readers commented that he didn't know what to say. He still felt quite aggrieved at the time, thinking that you can go to the story meeting, it must be easy to understand.