hell cycle

"Mingtai! Mingtai!" Mingjing who opened the door rushed into Mingtai's room, only to see a piece of the quilt on the bed protruding, and there was a faint sound of sobbing. Seeing this, Mingjing felt very distressed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully lifted the quilt, and saw Mingtai laying on the bed, shoulders twitched, and carefully pulled Mingtai up, only to see Mingtai's small face flushed red, tears swollen Like Tao'er, sobbing that she seemed to be out of breath.

When Mingjing saw Mingtai like this, how could he bear it, and when he reached out and touched Mingtai's forehead, it was a little hot, but Mingjing was broken, so he wrapped Mingtai in a quilt and hugged him , turned to Aunt Gui and said, "Aunt Gui! Hurry up and call Dr. Su, Mingtai has a fever."

Minglou, who was originally reading the newspaper downstairs, was quite at ease when he heard Mingjing's flustered voice ordering Aunt Gui to call Dr. Su, and seeing Aunt Gui running down in a hurry, Minglou was also a little startled, and asked Aunt Gui: " What's wrong?"

Aunt Gui called Dr. Su while saying, "Young master has a fever."

When Minglou heard this, he was also a little worried, so he went upstairs to see Mingtai without thinking about talking to Aunt Gui.

Pushing the door open and entering, seeing Ming Jing repeatedly probing Ming Tai's forehead with his hands, he couldn't help but ask, "Aunt Gui, did Dr. Su answer the phone?"

Minglou walked to the bed, touched Mingtai's forehead, and said, "Yo, it's really hot."

Hearing what Minglou said, Mingjing became even more worried, and said, "I was still worried that I was catching a cold, and the measurement was inaccurate. Hey, what are you doing standing there! Go get the thermometer! How long has it been burning, this child, is sick Why are you throwing a temper tantrum and locking yourself in the room." Of course, the words to take the thermometer were directed at Minglou.

Seeing Ming Jing's nervous look, Minglou sighed helplessly, and obediently turned around to get a thermometer to measure the temperature of his young master.

The Ming family was flustered for a while, but fortunately, Dr. Su came quickly enough, took Mingtai's temperature, checked his body again, and told Mingjing that there was nothing serious about Mingtai's health, maybe he was a little too emotional, plus I cried too long under the quilt, so my body couldn't bear it, and I had a low fever. Drink some water and rest for a while, and you'll be fine.

Ming Jing, who put Mingtai on his heart and was hurting, felt relieved, sent Dr. Su away, cooked soup himself, watched Mingtai finish drinking, and then covered the quilt to sweat Mingtai until midnight. Persuaded her to go to rest and went downstairs for her shift.

Going downstairs, sitting next to Minglou who was flipping through the book, Mingjing was furious, and said angrily: "You big brother, you can read books at ease when Mingtai is sick."

Minglou said a little accommodatingly but also helplessly: "Eldest sister, Mingtai is fine, I see, this makes Mingtai bump into the wall, knowing that the sky is high and the earth is thick, it is a good thing, eldest sister, I am not talking about you, it is you I usually spoil him too much, no, I can't bear it if I lose a piano competition, how can I resist pressure like this."

Mingjing also knew that Minglou's words were a bit reasonable, so he sighed slightly, but when he thought of Mingtai's appearance just now, he felt very distressed, and couldn't help saying: "You don't know, it's not an ordinary piano competition, if it's just an ordinary If you lose the competition, you will lose. You also know how hard our young master has been practicing piano for this competition. Mingtai told me just now that it would be very sad to lose, but he is willing to bet Admitting defeat, there is nothing to say, but when he came home from school, Mingtai overheard the teacher saying that the one who won him...that very smart senior, I heard that his family was very poor and had no piano at all, that is to say, he had no piano at all. No practice, just listen to the teacher play it once, no, the young master has practiced so hard, but in the end he just played, and he won without practice, which is unbearable."

Ming Lou didn't think much when he heard this, but said, "Maybe that kid has talent, it's nothing unusual."

Ming Jing said: "No, I inquired with the teacher of Mingtai School, the senior who always wins Mingtai is really not a special talent for music, but smart, very smart, no matter what it is, you will know it after reading it once. Baba, what kind of painting, playing chess, all of them, if they can't compare in everything, how can our young master feel so uncomfortable."

When Minglou heard what Mingjing said, he became a little curious, and said, "If this is true, then this kid is really smart. What's his name, oh... By the way, you said it, eldest sister, it seems to be called A Cheng, why don't you inquire about it, elder sister, ask his parents, let this Ah Cheng come to our house as a guest, let him teach Mingtai, firstly, it is to rub Mingtai's arrogant temperament, and secondly, it will also teach Mingtai Mingtai finds a partner who is worse than him, and let Mingtai learn more from him, otherwise he will not be able to learn anything deeply after fishing for three days and drying nets for two days."

Aunt Gui, who was going downstairs to take out the water basin in Mingtai's room, was going downstairs at this moment. When she heard Minglou's words, her hands trembled, and the copper basin filled with water fell to the ground with a "bang". The loud noise startled both Mingjing and Minglou, but before Minglou and Mingjing could react, Aunt Gui walked up to Minglou and Mingjing in three steps at a time, and apologized crying, "Dear Young Master, Eldest Miss, I... I... I'm sorry, I lied to you, but it's all my fault, the young master's illness is all my fault, don't blame Ah Cheng."

Ming Lou and Ming Jing were confused by what he said, Ming Jing looked at Aunt Gui suspiciously, Ming Lou reacted quickly, guessing something, and said, "Aunt Gui, that Ah Cheng...do you know him?"

Aunt Gui cried and said: "Young Master, Missy, Ah Cheng is my son, but... But I told him, let him not win, this matter... the young master will get sick, it's my fault, my fault , has nothing to do with Ah Cheng."