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Waking up at night for the third time, Yao Jianqi completely gave up on the rest of the sleep.

The hot flashes of sweating from the lifted quilt, he was like a person who just floated ashore, surviving the moment before drowning, and that moment was the moment of waking up from a dream.

Moonlight broke in through the open curtains, his house, high and bright.Yao Jianqi didn't dare to open his eyes in the extremely dark night, the black patches of different shades would always form the same face.

The face peeking out the window.

He watched it for 7 years.

The body temperature quickly dissipated, and even sweat froze.Yao Jianqi got out of bed with bare feet, every step felt like he was in the snow, he entered the bathroom, turned up the switch, the water from the nozzle would not have time to heat up, and sprayed high above his head and all over his body.

Taking off the wet pajamas is like shedding a layer of skin.

Those old dialogues are on tour again.

"Don't you want to be a work of art?"

"The connection with beauty is eternal, and portraying always allows me to find meaning. Now, it is like shaping you."

"You want to be with me, right?"

But, but...

I don't want to.

I don't want to.

7:00

"Get up lazy pig, get up lazy pig!  …"

Yao An's alarm clock is a white piggy wearing a yellow T-shirt and blue overalls, and it goes on morning calls without exception on weekdays.

"Get up lazy pig, get up lazy pig!  …"

"Ah... stinky pig! It's so annoying!"

"Get up, lazy pig, get up, lazy pig... good morning!"

Yao An hit the switch on the top of Piggy's hat with a hammer.

He lay across the bed, with his head stuffed in the pillow, holding it to the limit of 67 seconds, then he straightened up and began to breathe fresh air.

After 5 minutes of sage time, Yao An felt something was wrong.

His alarm clock is often thunderous, if it can't wake him up, it can wake up Yao Jianqi upstairs.So every time Yao Jianqi got dressed and came down to turn off the alarm clock for him, and lifted Yao An's quilt by the way to let him wake up alive.

Not today.

Yao An hurriedly washed up, ran out the door, leaned over the railing of the stairs——

There was no sign at the dining table.

"Is Yao Jianqi down yet?"

"You don't even call me by title?" Yao Xinping held a glass of black soybean milk and said sternly, "It's not big or small."

Yao An pouted: "I didn't call you again..."

"It hasn't come down yet." Yu Wan took a spoonful of blueberry jam and said to Yao An, "Go and see if you overslept."

"it is good."

Yao An pushed on the railing and went upstairs in twos and threes.

The lights in the room were off.

Yao An was slightly puzzled, and unconsciously lightened his steps, walked into a dim room, and squatted in front of Yao Jianqi's bed.

"Get up."

Yao Jianqi closed his eyes and said, his voice was not much louder than breathing.

Yao An didn't urge him, but leaned on the side of the bed and straightened Yao Jianqi's hair in front of his ears: "It's still early, sleep a little longer."

His fingertips were suddenly scalded.

Yao An moved forward with both hands, sure enough, every place he touched was overheated.

"Damn it." He gritted his teeth, his hands and feet suddenly became at a loss, he looked around, and rushed downstairs first.

"What are you doing, you sloppy hands?" Yao Xinping scolded him, and then asked, "Where's your brother?"

"Is there a thermometer at home?" Yao An stood in front of Yu Wan.

"What's wrong?" Yu Wan helped up the table.

"Yao Jianqi has a fever."

Yao An took out the thermometer from Yao Jianqi's mouth, and wiped away the saliva he drowsy.

"38 degrees 7."

"Go to the hospital." Yao Xinping said immediately, "I'll send the car."

"Jian Chi, do you still have the strength?" Yu Wan hugged him from behind, and said softly, "Mom, help you change your clothes."

He was drenched with sweat again.

"No." Yao Jianqi raised his eyelids and turned his head away.

"Hey, just go to the hospital and get an injection." Yu Wan said while patting him.

Yao Xinping also approached and coaxed: "It will be there in a while."

Yao Jianqi shook his head, at first it was just a slight shaking, then the movement gradually became more violent, and suddenly he broke free from Yu Wan's arms, and the back of his head hit the wall heavily.

Yao An suddenly stepped forward and brought him back, anxious and worried, he couldn't help calling him: "What are you doing!"

Yao Jianqi was very pale. He grabbed the fabric of Yao An's chest and said, "Yao An, I won't go to the hospital."

"No!" Yao An said firmly.

"I'll take the medicine." Yao Jianqi's voice was already broken, like a handful of torn cotton wool, and he spoke incoherently, "Don't go to the hospital, please, please."

An hour later, Yao An sat in the back seat of Yao Xinping's car.

He fed Yao Jianqi two quick-release tablets before leaving, forced him to drink two large glasses of boiling water, and held his hand again, preparing himself to be there when his eyelids occasionally opened.

Yao An didn't want to leave, but Yao Xinping refused to let him, so he waited until Yao Jianqi fell asleep, so that he could be sure that he would not need him that much for the next half day.

"I'll call the teacher." Yao Xinping said while driving the car.

Yao An slowly realized that what he was talking about was explaining why he was late for school, and he leaned his head on the soft pillow of the car seat: "Whatever."

Yao Xinping glanced at him from the rearview mirror, helpless, wondering if he was looking for something to say, and said, "Your younger brother just listens to you, and you still let him not go to the hospital."

Yao An frowned, very annoyed, because he was said to worry the most.

The car stopped in the blank area of ​​the crowd, Yao An raised the collar and pushed open the door: "I'm happy to let him go."

This is not to be stubborn.

Yao Jianqi was awakened by a sharp pain.

At first he thought it was a needle piercing his ear canal, but he stretched out his fingers to feel it, and gradually realized that it was just a complication.

He opened his eyes, but did not see Yao An.

Yu Wan doesn't distinguish between grains, but works hard. She took a basin of hot water, soaked the towel in it, and applied it on Yao Jianqi's forehead after measuring about 37 degrees with a thermometer.

She remembered that the last time Yao Jianqi was so sick was several years ago, when they were still in the United States.She came back from Dream Street and spent her last penny when she got out of the taxi.

After opening the door, a tripod that fell on the ground hit the tip of her fish mouth high heels, and there were some printed photos on the ground that were quickly discarded. She stepped on the scattered and faded talent, venting her pain and anger, and Frustrated desires that cannot be satisfied by consumption, she kicked off her shoes while loosening her bun, sat down on the sunken soft sofa, and stood up with an exclamation.

"Why is there no sound!" She almost sat on Yao Jianqi's lap.

Yao Jianqi was wrapped in a blanket, which she and Lin Shuchen bought back when they traveled in Madrid the year before last. On it were some colorful Spanish-style patterns, and now surrounded Yao Jianqi's thin and flushed face.

"Sorry," Yao Jianqi said in a muffled voice, "I'm not feeling well, Mommy."

Yu Wan also put a towel on him at that time, but it was cold. After a while, she looked up how to treat a fever on the Internet, but it turned out to be a wrong approach, so she quickly took off the towel.

She rummaged through the drawers and cabinets at home and finally found a box of crushed Motrin, and gave Yao Jianqi to eat it after checking the expiration date.She ordered takeaway, but it took a long time. She wanted to take her son to the hospital, but it was difficult and expensive and she happened to have no money.

Every time she felt hopeless, she would curse Lin Shuchen in her heart, and curse herself who came to the United States with him when she was obsessed with sex.

Yu Wan picked Yao Jianqi up, imitated the rocking of the cradle, and called his name: "Jianqi Jianqi". Yao Jianqi didn't have a surname at that time. This was a work of her and Lin Shuchen's whim. The first song Lin Shuchen sang to him every night when he was still a baby.

"Why, they call you baby..."

Yao Jianqi suddenly became convinced that what fell into his ear was a needle.

The posture of Yu Wan hugging him seemed to reappear yesterday, but there were always some changes. He lay on Yu Wan's shoulder, listened for a while, and suddenly said very clearly: "Stop singing."

The singing stopped abruptly.

"Is it better?" Yu Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

"I saw him that day." Yao Jianqi answered irrelevantly.

"What?" The moment the question mark was thrown into the silence, Yu Wan suddenly understood again.

Yao Jianqi felt her body stiffen suddenly, just like his own that day.

"Should... read it wrong." Yu Wan's voice trembled slightly.

"How is that possible." Yao Jianqi closed his eyes and smiled sarcastically, "That's my father."