He is sick, I am the medicine

Jiang Chaqing sat silently on the sofa and looked at the red gift box on the table. When Ning Xin arrived at the apartment in less than half an hour, he saw such a dull scene.

Ning Xin and Jiang Chaqing have known each other since childhood, and they can wear a pair of trousers if they get along well. At this moment, he can tell at a glance that Jiang Chaqing is in a bad mood. Will be rude and neglectful, looking at Jiang Chaqing who is motionless like an ice sculpture, he coughed, "Ginger, why don't you turn on the light, what time is it, and saving electricity bills is not such an easy way."

As soon as Ning Xin finished speaking, he turned on the light to dissipate the cold darkness. Jiang Chaqing's face clearly appeared in front of his eyes, and the other party's eyes were slightly squinted, as if he was a little uncomfortable with the sudden bright light.

The light is a warm orange light, and Jiang Chaqing's usually pale face is illuminated with warmth, but his expression is cold, making it difficult for people to arouse the idea of ​​intimacy. He just turned his head and glanced at Ning Xin, picked up the The small box was handed to Ning Xin, "Take a look."

Ning Xin looked at the red gift box that Jiang Chaqing handed over, and his face became serious, and he frowned, "Is what you said in it?"

Jiang Cha gave a light "hmm". He is a writer who is good at creating suspense and thrillers. This time, his fifth novel sold a new record today. Not only did he receive blessings from his peers, but also from fans. Gifts were also delivered.

But Jiang Chaqing didn't expect that he would receive a special gift on this special day.

two hours ago.

"Di Di!"

Jiang Chaqing went to the table and sat down. The notebook in front of him made a burst of noise. The lights in the bedroom were not turned on. The white light from the screen covered his eyebrows and lips as if they were covered with frost. His eyes were facing the computer. It reflects beautiful fluorescence, which makes people unable to take their eyes off at a glance.

It was the chat message that made the sound, and you could see the messages being sent quickly. Jiang Chaqing had already received 30 messages in just the time of pouring water. He put the water glass aside, put his slender fingers on the keyboard and began to reply one by one Those messages, the fingertips typing on the keyboard made a crisp "da da" sound, echoing in this silent bedroom.

Until the reply was finally finished, Jiang Chaqing took a deep breath, picked up the cup and pursed his lips to drink, the coolness in the mouth made him frown uncomfortably, but he put the cup back which had already cooled down in one gulp, and suddenly a window popped up on the screen .

Cherish words like gold: "Ginger! Your novel sales volume is the highest under my banner! The company plans to hold a celebration party for you, but I didn't promise it for you. What do you think?"

It was the editor Ning Xin who sent the message. Jiang Chaqing knew that he planned to hold a celebration party for him. He moved his fingertips, and the message was sent within three seconds.

The person leaves the tea to cool down: "No."

Precious words are like gold: "Okay, I know you don't want to do these things, but the shooting time of "Spirit of Soul" has been confirmed. As a screenwriter and author, you have to go to the scene to see it, and I will pick you up the day after tomorrow."

"Introduction to the Soul" is Jiang Chaqing's third novel, and it is now being made into a movie. Compared with the boring celebration party, the characters and plots created by himself are staged in front of his eyes. This is what Jiang Chaqing most wants to participate in. Thinking of There was a slight smile on his lips.

The man left the tea to cool down: "I see."

Cherish words like gold: "By the way, although there will be no celebration party, there are piles of gifts from book fans, and I have already sent them to you."

Just as Jiang Chaqing was about to reply, she heard the doorbell ring. She glanced subconsciously, quickly sent a message, got up and left.

The man left to cool down the tea: "It must be a gift, I'll go and open the door."

Jiang Chaqing felt the ardent love of the book fans. At this time, the courier was moving the presents into the room one by one, until the pile was three meters high. The courier brother was already sweating, so Jiang Chaqing took it and handed it He thanked him repeatedly and drank a big gulp, wiping the water stains from the corner of his mouth.

"Writer Jiang is really popular. I have read your novel, can you sign it for me?"

"Okay." Jiang Chaqing took the courier brother's ballpoint pen, signed his name on the form to confirm the receipt, and looked up to see the other party's sweat-drenched temples, and a look of embarrassment on his dark face.

"what happened to you?"

"I... I only have the courier slip with me." The courier boy rummaged in his pocket repeatedly. Although Jiang Chaqing is well-known, the other party never holds a signing event, so it is very rare to have his autograph , thinking that he might miss this rare opportunity, the courier brother scratched his head anxiously.

"Wait for me." Jiang Chaqing was stunned for a moment, and told the courier to wait on the spot. He went back to his room to sign a physical book with a pen, and walked out to hand it to the courier under the surprised face of the courier.

"Giving this book to you is as a benefit to my fans."

"Thank you! Today is my lucky day!" The courier brother picked up the courier bag and carefully packed the physical book, thanked again before leaving.

Jiang Chaqing closed the door, glanced at the piles of presents and sighed, unable to tell whether he was happy or troubled, returned to the bedroom and sat in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard to send Ning Xin a message.

People walk away to cool down the tea: "I have experienced a handful of sweet troubles, can you tell me what to do with these gifts?"

Jiang Chaqing felt the enthusiasm of book fans, and he had gifts before, but this time there were so many that he was at a loss what to do. After being moved, he thought about how to deal with these gifts. Fortunately, Ning Xin, an editor, is very experienced in handling things, so he gave them immediately. There is a solution.

Cherish words like gold: "You keep a few favorites, and explain the rest on Weibo, how about giving gifts to children in poor mountainous areas in the name of your book fan club?"

This method is really good. Jiang Chaqing moved his fingertips slightly and was about to reply when he heard the doorbell ring again. He turned his head and glanced suspiciously. He is used to working at home on weekdays, and his social circle is pitifully small. Most of them are on the Internet. I know, there shouldn't be anyone else except delivering the courier today, so he got up and walked towards the door.

Jiang Chaqing looked through the door and saw a man in a courier suit. He could only see the hat covering his face. He let go of his heart and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

"This is the gift that was missed just now." The man raised the exquisitely wrapped gift box in his hand, and his sleeves slipped down to reveal his fair wrist.

With just one glance, Jiang Chaqing could confirm that it wasn't the courier boy just now. He kept an eye out and buckled the anti-theft chain before opening a narrow door. The man's hat was pressed down so that only his pursed lips could be seen. The petals are as red as blood, and there are delicate lines of the lower jaw.

"Okay, thanks for your hard work." Jiang Chaqing took the gift box through the crack of the door, and the man just nodded slightly before turning and leaving.

Jiang Chaqing watched the man leave, and closed the door with a "click" until the other person's figure disappeared. He was holding the gift box and was about to put it in the gift pile, but he just lowered his head and was attracted by the gift box in his hand.

Compared with other exquisite gift packaging, this gift box is not big, and it looks like it can be decorated with small toys and accessories. The packaging bag is bright red. If you look closely, there is a deeper layer of patterned cloth on it, forming a road vintage texture.

Jiang Chaqing fell in love with this gift right away. He thought it was a very good gift just by the ingenious wrapping paper. When he became interested, he took scissors to open the package, and the box with the wrapping paper off was also Red, when you open the box, you can see a white spherical eyeball.

Jiang Chaqing was slightly stunned. Compared with all kinds of exquisite and lovely items in the past, this artificial eyeball is very special.

Jiang Chaqing stretched out her hand to pick it up and play with it. When her fingertips felt a cold and slippery feeling, she was startled. black......

"This may be a special gift from a fan specially given to you." Ning Xin looked at the eyeballs lying quietly in the gift box. The dark pupils lost their luster as if covered with a layer of dust, and thin red spots could be seen. Blood streaks spread from the pupil to the entire eyeball, staring at him ferociously.

"People's eyeballs are not easy to get, and this kind of intention may not be right. Besides the eyeballs, there is a small note." Jiang Chaqing withdrew his thoughts, took out the note from his pocket and squeezed it in his hand. He had already read it Countless times, there is only one sentence in it.

[Your eyes are more charming. ]