Scum attack, your father is here!

On the night of early autumn, there was a sudden heavy rain, the solemn rain mixed with the wind, slapping the branches on the side of the road crazily, and under the gradually lit lights, there were branches like ghosts, with teeth and claws, light gray, ghosts floating like ghost.

The cold water slid down Qi Qingyun's hair and eyelashes, and slowly wet the neck and collarbone. It was glazed like jade, and was slowly wiped away by Qi Qingyun's hand.

During his movements, the person lying in his arms remained motionless, nestling quietly in his arms, curled up into a ball, looking small, as if no matter what Qi Qingyun said to him, he would not open his mouth .

However, Zhong Xuejin didn't run away, and just clung to Qi Qingyun quietly, like some kind of parasite, which could only survive by leaning on Qi Qingyun's body and constantly absorbing the other's flesh and blood.

Qi Qingyun raised her eyes to look at the gloomy sky, endured it, finally suppressed the emotions in her heart, silently covered Zhong Xuejin's head with one palm, and hugged him with one hand.

He is not strong, and his stature is still the appearance of a young boy when he just grew taller, but Zhong Xuejin is so light that he has gathered enough strength to hug Zhong Xuejin. But it only took eight points.

There was a burst of warmth from her neck, Qi Qingyun glanced at Zhong Xue who was slowly pressing her forehead against her neck, and reminded the other party to clamp her waist with her legs, and then held up his waist regardless of whether the other party responded or not. Buttocks, turned around, and carried him into the nearest hotel next to him.

Because she was going to bring Qi Yousui to the hospital, and was afraid that it would be inconvenient to go in and out, Qi Qingyun took her ID card with her in her bag.

When it was time to show her ID card to book a room, Zhong Xuejin seemed to be a little broken and refused to get off Qi Qingyun's body. Qi Qingyun couldn't reach out to take out her ID card and mobile phone, and hugged him helplessly, slightly He smiled awkwardly at the front desk of the hotel.

The front desk expressed understanding, and took the initiative to step forward, and thoughtfully took away the ID card and mobile phone from Qi Qingyun's bag, and handed over the room card to Qi Qingyun after paying the payment.

Qi Qingyun said thank you, stretched out her fingertips to pinch the room card between her fingers, carried Zhong Xuejin into the elevator, stared at the crowd with indifferent eyes, and behaved gracefully, as if she didn't notice the two of them at all. Now they are wearing school uniforms, but their actions and demeanor have far exceeded what they should have at their current age.

The mandarin ducks are neck-to-neck, as close as a couple who have been in love for many years.

Qi Qingyun came to the door of the reserved hotel, inserted the room card into the card slot on the wall, and with a beep, the lights in the hotel turned on. He was about to put Zhong Xuejin on the bed and take a bath first Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhong Xuejin was put on the bed, Zhong Xuejin's long legs wrapped around his waist like a swimming snake, leaning over to kiss his lips.

Qi Qingyun was slightly taken aback, then pushed Zhong Xuejin away with a sullen face, her tone was a little indifferent, she only told Dang to sit still and didn't say a word, and went straight into the bathroom without saying a word.

He turned around, not wanting to see the bewildered expression on Zhong Xuejin's face at all.

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At the moment of the bathroom door, Qi Qingyun's tense body suddenly loosened, and the moment her spirit suddenly relaxed, her figure couldn't help but wobble, and she almost staggered and fell to the ground.

He held his forehead to stabilize his mind for a long time, then slid down slightly against the door panel with difficulty, and slowly sat on the cold floor. After a long pause, he stretched out his ten fingers into the hair on his forehead and stroked it upwards. Showing a smooth and fair forehead, pulling her hair, and taking advantage of the slight tingling pain, she slowly sorted out everything that happened today.

Actually, for meeting Zhong Xuejin in the hospital, Qi Qingyun didn't think it was a coincidence.

Because Deren was originally Zhong's private hospital, if Zhong Xue wanted to see a doctor, the first choice would of course be her own hospital.

But the point of the problem is not, but it was not until today that Qi Qingyun saw Zhong Xuejin go to the hospital and take medicine to get sick, that Qi Qingyun was really sure that the things that were wrong with Zhong Xuejin in the past were rooted in Zhong Xuejin's spirit Or there is a problem with his mental state, which does not come from his sensitivity.

In fact, there are many things that can prove Zhong Xuejin's illness, such as why the other party would go crazy and want to take off his clothes when they saw him for the first time, why they would always wipe their clothes like obsessive-compulsive disorder when eating. The desk, why would he inexplicably say that there is a lot of blood on his face, why there are always so many wounds on his body, and why he would take the initiative to hit a big truck.

It's just that these things were ignored by Qi Qingjun intentionally or unintentionally. In fact, if you think about it a little bit now, you will know that if those wounds were not done by Qi Yousui, then there is only one possibility - when Zhong Xuejin was sick, I didn't even know why I ran out and hurt myself outside.

Thinking of this, Qi Qingyun felt a sudden pain in his heart, as if being pierced through the heart by hundreds of blades in an instant, the feeling was indescribable.

It is difficult for him to describe his current psychological feelings. On the one hand, he is a little puzzled by what Zhong Xue kept from him and refused to recognize him. On the other hand, he feels distressed by what happened to the other party. , but he also knew that now was a time when he needed to be sober and rational more than ever.

Because at least for now, Zhong Xuejin still needs him.

The faucet was turned on, and the splashing cold water was scooped up by both hands, splashing some pale face.

Qi Qingyun looked at herself in the mirror who was drenched by the rain, shook her head with a wry smile, walked to the bathtub and put in the water, adjusted the temperature, but did not wash, but took a deep breath, and opened it when she was ready. door.

As soon as he opened the door, Zhong Xuejin, who was sitting on the bed hugging his knees and waiting quietly for him, immediately raised his head, like a little puppy waiting for his master to give orders, with dark eyes, looking at Qi Qingyun without blinking , as if as long as Qi Qingyun lets go, she can fly into her arms.

Qi Qingyun walked over with a blank expression, took off Zhong Xuejin's wet clothes, covered his body with a blanket to prevent him from catching cold, then dried his wet clothes on a clothes rack and put them next to the clothes rack to dry naturally. Then turn on the air conditioner in the room and increase the temperature, pick up the hair dryer and start blowing Zhong Xuejin's rain-drenched hair.

During this process, Zhong Xue felt very obedient, Qi Qingyun asked him to take off his clothes, let him sit down, carefully looked at Qi Qingyun's face, shut his mouth and dared not say a word.

It wasn't until the whining sound of the hair dryer stopped that Qi Qingyun hugged the naked Zhong Xue, put her in the bathtub that had been prepared with water, sat on the side, her eyes were clear, without any distracting thoughts, Said softly:

"Take a shower first, don't catch a cold."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and wanted to leave after leaving this sentence.

Zhong Xuejin swam over immediately, stretched out her wet fingertips and grabbed Qi Qingyun's fingertips, a little at a loss and said:

"sorry......."

"........."

Qi Qingyun grabbed his wrist with his backhand to prevent him from touching it. With increased strength, her finger bones even turned white, and she pinched five fingerprints on Zhong Xuejin's skin, and asked coldly:

"Now I know I was wrong? Why did you go early?"

Zhong Xue moved her lips, she didn't dare to refute, and she didn't dare to cry out in pain, so she could only lower her head dejectedly.

After all, in the past, Zhong Xuejin was the youngest son of the Zhong family. Although she was gentle, but after being pampered by the family for a long time, she would inevitably act capriciously, and occasionally make mistakes and lack of consideration in handling things.

But no matter what, he knew in his heart that he didn't dare to make Qi Qingyun angry, after all, once the other party got angry, the consequences would be much more serious than imagined.

Although Qi Qingyun doesn't hit people, and doesn't engage in cold wars, he will only try his best to deal with the unresolved mess for Zhong Xue first, and then calmly discuss the pros and cons of this matter and the best way to deal with it with Zhong Xue one by one. Make it clear, and then leave to let the other party think for themselves, sometimes Zhong Xuejin fails to realize her mistake in time, and Qi Qingyun won't say anything more, she still cares about what should be cared about, but Zhong Xuejin just can't stand it Qi Qingyun unconsciously showed disappointment in her eyes, and obediently changed everything that could be changed.

Qi Qingyun's words have always been much easier to accept than what the family's father Zhong Zhichun, who often blows his beard and stares at his son, said. It can be said that the formation of Zhong Xuejin's true character and way of dealing with the world is a big part of it. There are factors of Qi Qingyun's influence, so Zhong Xuejin will be more inseparable from Qi Qingyun than anyone else, respect him as her husband, and fear him like a god in her heart.

But even though Zhong Xue knew that she had made Qi Qingyun angry, she still held onto Qi Qingyun and wouldn't let go. She felt like a broken jar that you could chop off my hand if you had the ability, like a moldy little mushroom Yes, he babbled in the bathtub and tentatively whispered:

"Are you mad at me?"

Qi Qingyun sneered, but actually sat back, pinched Zhong Xuejin's soft face with one hand, pinched it hard, stared into the other's dark eyes, with no expression of joy or anger, just asked in a low voice:

"Aren't you angry instead?"

The despondency on Zhong Xuejin's face became even stronger, she pursed her lips a little at a loss, and pulled her palms with her fingertips, looking a little embarrassed.

"However... since you don't want to leave, I won't leave." Qi Qingyun knew that getting angry was not the way to solve the problem, so she took a deep breath and kept herself absolutely sane and sober, and don't act out of control. Do something that hurts others:

"However, you want me to answer a few questions."

As if afraid that Qi Qingyun would abandon her and walk away because of anger, Zhong Xuejin nodded quickly, and rubbed her chin against Qi Qingyun's palm flatteringly.

"Don't act like a baby." Qi Qingyun patted his face casually, but said in an extremely serious tone:

"I'll ask you questions later, if you want to answer, you can answer; if you don't want to answer, just keep silent. No matter what, I won't force you."

"But you are not allowed to lie, and you are not allowed to say that the truth is half-ambiguous, can you do it?"

Zhong Xue thought about it, and nodded vigorously like a primary school student: "Yes."

Qi Qingyun just smiled, wet her hands, squeezed a little shower gel to help Zhong Xue get all the foam off her body, and asked while deliberating:

"When were you reborn?"

"A year earlier than you."

"When did you get sick?"

"The second year after your death."

"What disease?"

"...Schizoschizophrenia." Zhong Xuejin hesitated for a long time, glanced at Qi Qingyun cautiously, struggled for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to confess in a low voice.

But to Zhong Xue's best surprise, Qi Qingyun didn't have any expression of disgust on his face, instead, he had a look that was as it should be. Then he washed the foam off his body with the shower, and asked slowly:

"Is it serious? Have you seen a doctor?"

"... I've seen it." Seeing that Qi Qingyun's face was dull, Zhong Xue slowly let go of her heart, and then the light in her eyes gradually dimmed, as if recalling some bad memories in the past, slowly He lowered his head slowly, revealing only a jet-black curl, and his breath seemed a little low:

"In my last life... I watched it for a long time, I've been watching it all the time."

"How's the effect?"

Qi Qingyun knew that this kind of illness was not curable, especially severe schizophrenia, which could not be cured with a few words of comfort and encouragement, but still holding a glimmer of hope, she asked in a low voice:

"Is it cured in the end?"

"...No." Zhong Xue shook her head as expected, "The treatment effect is good and bad, but it still hasn't been cured before death."

"..." Qi Qingyun was silent for a moment when he heard the words, as if his heart was clenched tightly by a big hand, which made him a little suffocated. After a long while, he reluctantly opened his mouth and continued to ask:

"Then...after being reborn, have you seen a doctor?"

"...No." Zhong Xue said honestly, "No time."

Qi Qingyun flicked his eyebrows, sighed, pulled up Zhong Xuejin who had been washed, wiped off the water droplets on his body with a bath towel, carried him to the bed, paused, and then said what was in his heart Doubts:

"Why don't you have time?"

"I'm looking for you." Zhong Xue picked at the quilt and quickly replied:

"Looking for you."

He repeated it twice in a row, with a bit of stubbornness in his tone.

"I'm already dead, what do you want me for?" Qi Qingyun couldn't understand why Zhong Xuejin had been entangled in the life and death of the same person for two lifetimes, and subconsciously said:

"Why have you been obsessed with a dead man?"

"You're not dead!" As soon as Qi Qingyun's words fell, Zhong Xuejin's emotions suddenly became agitated, his brows were frowned and his volume was raised, his pupils became dark and dark in an instant, the dark tide surged, his expression was slightly ferocious, and he kept emphasizing that :

"You're not dead! You're not going to die!"

"I'll find you, I'll find you..."

For some reason, Zhong Xuejin suddenly fell into some kind of nightmare again, covering her head with a pained expression, and kept thinking about it, as if she wanted to convince others, but she was even more convincing herself.

"......"

If it weren't for the fact that she really didn't die now, Qi Qingyun would feel that there was something wrong with Zhong Xuejin, but on second thought, the other party seemed to be really sick.

He sighed, not afraid, stepped forward and took Zhong Xuejin into his arms, patted like coaxing a child, and said in a warm voice:

"Okay, okay, I'm not dead, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere..."

The soothing and gentle voice rippling in the quiet room like a beautiful piano, the voice is as clear as a gurgling stream in the mountains, as if there is some magical power, under Qi Qingyun's comfort, Zhong Xuejin's mood gradually gradually After calming down, Tongren also regained clarity, sniffed hard, stretched out his arms to hug Qi Qingyun's waist, buried him in his neck and said in a muffled voice:

"Well, I know you're not going to die."

"..." Zhong Xue was lying in Qi Qingyun's arms, unable to see clearly Qi Qingyun's eyes that suddenly darkened, only heard the other party's tone paused, and then coaxed in a low voice:

"Listen to me, go to the doctor and let him give you psychotherapy, okay?"

"...I don't want to watch it." For some reason, Zhong Xuejin frowned when it came to psychotherapy, as if she was a little bit resistant, and said vaguely:

"It doesn't look good."

"Give me a reason why you said this, can you?" Qi Qingyun stared at Zhong Xuejin, and did not immediately scold him, but slowly guided Zhong Xuejin to speak, her tone still very gentle.

Zhong Xuejin sat on the bed with her knees in her arms. When she was asked this question, she picked at the sheet with her toes, felt a little cold for no reason, and hugged her head.

He didn't know what to think of, his throat felt sore and tight for a while, and he kept silent all the time, as if he didn't want to answer.

Qi Qingyun didn't force him, and just looked at him quietly like this. After a long time, Zhong Xue couldn't bear the look in her eyes, so she moved her lips slowly, looking at Qi Qingyun's expression, while testing Sexually, he opened his mouth:

"...When my son was four years and 30 days old, he won No.1 in the kindergarten drawing competition."

"Well, and then." Qi Qingyun's tone was unhurried, and he didn't ask Zhong Xuejin why he suddenly brought the topic up to Qi Yousui.

Perhaps because of Qi Qingjun's silent encouragement, after Zhong Xuejin hesitated for a moment, the next sentence went smoothly, although she was still cautious, but at least it was much more fluent than the previous sentence:

"At that time, the doctor just told me that my mental state has stabilized and improved, and I can try to contact my son again."

"I immediately went to find my son, who was very happy to see me and said he wanted me to accompany him to play on the carousel in the playground."

"This is the first time I've taken him to an amusement park. He had a great time. After he was tired, he said he was thirsty and wanted to drink Coke, but he refused to get off the carousel."

"I saw that he was having a good time, and I didn't want to force him to come down. I had no choice but to let the passing security guard watch him for me, and told him not to come down from the carousel. If something happened, he should call me loudly, but he must Just stay where you are and wait for me to come back."

"As a result, within 2 minutes of turning around, my son disappeared."

Having said this, Zhong Xue paused, then glanced at Qi Qingyun again, gritted her teeth in the gentle eyes of the other party, it seemed that she had made a lot of determination, so she closed her eyes fiercely, and continued:

"It was only later that I found out that after I left, my son ran down to look for me alone, but he was targeted by my father's enemies on the road, planning to take my son away."

"My son kept struggling before he was carried into the car. His forehead accidentally hit the sharp corner of the car. He bled profusely. He was afraid of pain and cried very hard. I caught up with him and saw this scene...he fell ill on the spot. gone."

Zhong Xue buried her face in her knees, lowered her voice, and curled up into a ball, her black hair hanging wetly by her ears:

"......When I realized it, the person who wanted to kidnap my son was already lying on the ground, his face was covered with blood, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive. I was holding a blood-stained wooden stick in my hand, and my son was beside me. He looked at me in horror, and asked me in tears if I wanted to beat him because he was disobedient and did not keep his promise."

"After that... I was separated again in a trance. I didn't know where I went alone. My son chased me crying all the way and told me not to leave him. I didn't hear it until my brother arrived in the future. Take your son away."

"After that... I will never have the face to see my son again." Zhong Xue tried her best to hold back the tears in her eyes, but the bright tears still fell from his face, and she buried her face deeper in her murmur , seems to be escaping some unbearable memories:

"I have no face to see him."

Qi Qingyun listened to him quietly, her face was dark and unclear, she didn't know what she was thinking, and said for a long time:

"Is it also because of this that you refuse to recognize me?"

"Afraid I know you are sick, dislike you, think you are not a qualified mother, so I have no face to face me?"

"..." Zhong Xuejin lowered her head and did not speak, neither admitting nor denying it.

A gleam of clarity flashed across Qi Qingyun's eyes, he knew from Zhong Xuejin's silence that he had guessed right, although it was not the only reason, but it was almost the same.

He sighed, not knowing whether to say that Zhong Xue was stupid or something else, he said without doubt:

"Since this is the case, it is even more necessary to treat it."

"What a doctor said is wrong. If it can't be cured, we will change it until it is cured."

Zhong Xue shook her head when she heard the words, showing the same stubbornness as before on this matter:

"None of them can cure me."

After finishing speaking, he paused, seemed aggrieved and embarrassed, and whispered: "It will only lie to me and scare my son."

Qi Qingyun didn't speak anymore.

He knew that there was no way to reason with the mentally ill, and he was not in a hurry. Seeing that Zhong Xue had taken the medicine and was feeling weak, and whispered that he had a headache, he could only temporarily put aside more questions, coax him to sleep, and plan to discuss it later. .

The sky at night gradually darkened, and the sky was black and heavy on the top of the mountain. It seemed that a black inkstone had been overturned, and the wind blew harder. The coldness of the ground.

Qi Qingyun held Zhong Xuejin in her arms, stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, her mind was full of Zhong Xuejin's affairs, and for a while she was thinking about what happened between Zhong Xuejin and the man who looked like him, For a while, I was thinking about how Zhong Xuejin died in her previous life, her mind was in a mess, and she couldn't get any thoughts out at all, but the more she thought about it, the more awake she became, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Moreover, since entering the hotel, Qi Qingyun's heart has been heavy, and she always feels like she has forgotten something, but she can't remember exactly what she forgot.

Seeing the wind blowing harder outside, the rain getting heavier, the cool rain has already drifted in along the window, bringing a trace of coldness for no reason, Zhong Xuejin buried herself in Qi Qingyun's arms and hummed softly, He shrank his shoulders slightly.

Seeing this, Qi Qingyun lowered her head and put aside the melancholy for a while, knowing that Zhong Xuejin was a little cold, so she covered him with a quilt, got up and wanted to close the window.

It is now two or three o'clock in the middle of the night. Except for the light sign of Deren Hospital not far away and the 24-hour convenience store, many shops are closed. There are few pedestrians on the street. The rain spreads from all directions, flooding the hearing and vision.

Qi Qingyun glanced out, and was about to close the window and draw the curtains, when her sight touched Deren Hospital inadvertently, the sound of galloping thunder suddenly exploded in the night like the sky falling apart, and the blinding lightning flashed across the curtains, tearing the curtains apart. The rubbing of the sky against the air almost sparked sparks, making Qi Qingyun's face pale like a ghost.

Qi Qingyun was frightened by the thunder and her hands trembled, her pupils constricted. At the same time, her difficult thoughts were instantly split into powder by the lightning like a stone. In an instant, Qi Qingyun's expression changed——

He finally remembered what he had forgotten—

He forgot Qi Yousui in the hospital! ! !

As soon as this idea appeared, Qi Qingyun felt that his brain was poured down by a bang of cold water, his internal organs seemed to be frozen by ice cubes, his whole body was icy cold, it seemed that even the blood was going to flow backwards, straight to his forehead.

He trembled all over, staggered and held on to the window sill, and then quickly reacted, groping in the dark with trembling hands, put on his dry clothes, put on his shoes, and wanted to run to the door.

Even though he knew that Qi Yousui was unlikely to stay in the hospital and wait for him foolishly, Qi Qingyun was inexplicably flustered, her heart was pounding, her hands and feet were cold, and she wished she could rush to the hospital immediately.

Because of the anxiety in his heart, he couldn't help but move a little louder, waking up Zhong Xue, who had never been able to sleep well, rubbed his eyes and got up, asked Qi Qingyun, wondering:

"What's wrong? Where are you going?"

"My son is still in the hospital!" Qi Qingyun put on her coat, searched around the room but couldn't find an umbrella, pinched her fingertips hard to force herself to calm down, her brain was running fast, and she quickly thought of a solution:

"I'll go to the front desk of the hotel to borrow an umbrella later. It's raining heavily outside. Don't come out. I'll go find my son."

"I will go with you."

As soon as he heard that Qi Yousui might still be in the hospital, Zhong Xuejin's expression suddenly became tense, and he sat up with his clothes on, climbed out of bed and quickly put on his shoes, and was about to follow Qi Qingyun out.

As soon as the two of them went out, before they had time to open the umbrella, the wet marks splashed on the ground by the rain hit their faces. The air was full of wet marks. Gathered into small ponds, merged into bright streams, rushing along the low-lying places.

The space between the sky and the earth is covered with silver threads, and the lightning strikes one after another, tearing the sky apart like a wandering white snake. Zhong Xuejin looked up at the sky that was about to be illuminated like daylight by the lightning, and suddenly remembered something. His expression changed drastically, his complexion turned pale, and he said to Qi Qingyun in a trembling voice:

"My son is afraid of thunder!"

"Don't panic, you can't panic at this time, maybe your son has already left." Qi Qingyun opened the umbrella, and gave Zhong Xuejin, who squatted down to roll up his trousers, a reassurance, and then joined Zhong Xuejin, desperately They rushed into the rain curtain side by side.

"Where did you ask your son to wait for you just now?!"

Zhong Xuejin held Qi Qingyun's arm, and felt that the umbrella in his hand was like a boneless willow, twisted and crooked by the wind, and her forehead hair was also disheveled by the strong wind, blocking her eyes and making her unable to see the road ahead clearly , stepping on the foot is a foot of water, and the coldness spreads up through the socks.

Dark clouds billowed in the distance as if black smoke came out of an invisible chimney, and the torrential rain almost flowed down three thousand feet like a waterfall. Even the sound of Zhong Xuejin was scattered by the crackling rain. Raised his voice and shouted:

"Will he be in the original department?!"

"...I just told him to wait for me at the sign outside the hospital after finishing it, don't run around."

Qi Qingyun was asked such a question by Zhong Xuejin, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared on his face. He thought that Qi Yousui would not be so stupid and really waited for him at the door of the hospital to stop running around, but he was worried. Pulling Zhong Xuejin through the splashing wet water, he ran towards the hospital entrance.

Holding an umbrella that could be blown away by the wind at any moment, the husband and wife anxiously walked around the entrance of the hospital. After searching for a long time, the sweat broke out, and finally found the big stone with the name of the hospital engraved in front of the door. Below, a small shadow was found.

Qi Qingyun took a closer look, it was Qi Yousui.

He has always kept his promise, obediently squatting at the place agreed with Qi Qingyun, poking into the ground like a wooden stake, not going anywhere, foolishly not knowing how to take shelter from the rain, his whole body was drenched to the ground.

Wet water marks dripped down the corner of the clothes, and the body almost merged with the rain on the ground.

At this moment, his face was pale, his lips were purple from the cold, he hugged his knees like a small animal abandoned by his master, his teeth were chattering slightly because of the cold, his eyelashes were all wet and stuck together, and his hair was dazzling golden yellow. At this time, Mao had already been drenched into strands by the rain, like a drowned chicken, he was pitiful, like a dilapidated boat in the rain, tossed to and fro by the wind and rain.

Seeing this pain in Qi Qingyun's heart, she hurried over, grabbed Qi Yousui's shoulder forcefully, and said loudly:

"Are you a fool? It rained for three hours, and you don't know how to hide from the rain?!"

Qi Yousui didn't speak.

It was only then that Qi Qingyun realized that the pupils he was staring at her were a little slack, as if he was trying to identify the two people who had double images in front of him with the help of a weak light, but his eyelids seemed to be in disobedience. Shen, his mind gradually became unclear, and his face gradually turned a strange red.

Qi Qingyun's complexion darkened, and she grasped his body tightly, only to realize that Qi Yousui's body was a little frighteningly hot, as if it had just been fished out of the oven, even breathing was steaming.

Qi Yousui had a fever.

After suddenly realizing this, Qi Qingyun's face turned livid, but it was inconvenient for him to hold an umbrella with one hand, so his eyes signaled Zhong Xuejin who was beside him to quickly pull Qi Yousui up.

In fact, without waiting for Qi Qingyun to speak, Zhong Xuejin also took the initiative to extend her hand. Unexpectedly, Qi Yousui, who had a high fever and was confused, couldn't hold on. After being pulled up, his legs softened, he staggered a few steps, and fell straight Poured into Zhong Xuejin's arms.

He was feverish and delirious. At this moment, he looked like a soft animal cub. He pressed his soft, reddened face to Zhong Xuejin's shoulder, as if he had felt the desire and desire several times when he was young. The unobtainable breath of reassurance, he rubbed lightly, exhaled a scorching breath from his mouth, and murmured deliriously:

"Mom, you're here......"

There was heat in Zhong Xuejin's eyes, tears almost came out of her eyes, and her voice trembled as she touched Qi Yousui's hair: "Well, Mom is here, don't be afraid."

Qi Yousui buried his face in Zhong Xuejin's arms, and the ending sound gradually resembled mist in the mountains, which weakened when the wind blew, and whispered: "Yousui is very good this time, you have been waiting You.....didn't run around...."

"Don't be mad at me..."

While talking, Qi Yousui couldn't hold on any longer, his drenched body was weak and slowly slid down Zhong Xuejin's body, his voice was like a thin kitten, imploring feebly:

"...you and Dad, don't leave me..."

"...Can you go home with Sui?"