waste heat

Cheng Yan has a fever.

He didn't go home, nor did he go to his friend's place. He was alone in the rain outside. He didn't know that Song Yu would come out to find him. He planned to go back to find Song Yu. When he met him on the way back, he thought he had made a mistake. But Song Yu's figure was so recognizable, it turned out that he was not mistaken, he was not confused, he was calling himself, and every sound touched his injured heart.

Being outside in the rain for too long, Cheng Yan was drenched from head to toe, nothing was good, he was worse than a drowned chicken, his pale lips showed his haggardness, as if he could fall down at any time After getting off, Song Yu did not send him home, but took him back to his residence.

When she came back, she woke up her aunt. Seeing the two of them dripping wet, especially Cheng Yan's fragile white face, her aunt was startled, and hurriedly handed the blanket to Song Yu.

Song Yu wrapped Cheng Yan up and let him sit on the sofa, his aunt helped pour hot water, Song Yu took it and put it in Cheng Yan's hand, and closed the blanket on his body again.

My aunt asked worriedly, "How did you make it like this?"

I just went out for a while, what happened?Song Yuming brought an umbrella, and the two of them were so wet that there was nowhere to dry, and the umbrella was gone.

"Hurry up and do it too, don't catch a cold." The aunt tore off her clothes and was about to put them on Song Yu.

Song Yu blocked his aunt's hand, just squatted in front of Cheng Yan, looked up at him and said, "I'm fine."

"Ouch." My aunt hurried into the room, called her husband, and my uncle came out.

The uncle closed the door and came to the living room. Seeing the two of them in a state of drowning, the uncle was as worried as the aunt: "What's the matter?"

Song Yu didn't answer, Cheng Yan was trembling all the time, he touched his forehead, and called his name in a low voice: "Cheng Yan..."

He felt that Cheng Yan was a little distracted.

Cheng Yan didn't respond to him, Song Yu grabbed the blanket, the wet water droplets on his hair were still falling down, he had no time to take care of it, his attention was on the trembling Cheng Yan.

Uncle came over and touched his forehead, then paused slightly, "Send him to the hospital, he has a fever."

Song Yu quickly stood up and found the car keys, and his uncle said from behind, "I'll drive."

With Song Yu like this, he was afraid that he would not be able to drive steadily. His uncle took up the responsibility, and the family hurriedly cleaned up. Song Yu picked up Cheng Yan, but Cheng Yan fainted before he even left the room.

"Hurry up." Uncle urged, the sound of closing the door hastily, the sound of footsteps was chaotic, braving the heavy rain, several people rushed towards the hospital.

When my aunt and uncle went to contact the emergency room, Song Yu just hugged Cheng Yan, rubbing his hand against Cheng Yan's hot forehead, feeling more and more uneasy, Cheng Yan was unconscious, Song Yu had nothing to do, and blamed himself in the back seat.

He shouldn't have pushed him away, no, he was wrong, his thoughts these days are too extreme, Tan Tingting, yes, Tan Tingting, her death, her words, brought too much mental shock, he didn't act He acted so chic and ruthless, he was terrified, he was afraid that he would be the next Tan Tingting.

Recently, he always feels that there are evil spirits around him, wearing a red dress, watching everything about him, she put a curse on him, and those who are with him will not end well...

But why?He chose Cheng Yan, he can't be easily shaken, this is his responsibility, the person in his arms is his responsibility, future responsibility...

He will be fine, he will be fine, not for anything else, just because they have a bright future, the person he likes is by his side, and will be by his side in the future, he can overcome those psychological demons, He is there, he is the driving force.

After thinking about it, Song Yusi has not rested his mind for the past few days. He is anxious every day, forcing himself to make a decision quickly every day. The experience in life is really not enough. A little setback will make him crumble, so what about the future?What did he use to like Cheng Yan?

Pessimism and positivity are all in one's own thoughts. When he can't figure it out, no one can wake him up. When he understands, Cheng Yan doesn't need to say more. Song Yuben doesn't change his mind so easily, but Cheng Yan is too fierce. Asking back, let all his decisions be defeated.

Song Yu tightened his arms, embraced Cheng Yan, put the back of his hand against his cheek, and urged: "Uncle, can you hurry up?"

"Hurry up, we'll be there soon." Uncle raised the speed of the car, anxious, but he didn't dare to be too reckless. Today's rain is very dishonorable, and all those who were not prepared suffered.

When they arrived at the hospital, Song Yu sent Cheng Yan to the emergency department. Fortunately, there were not many people there, and they rescued them after the heavy rain. After watching the nurse push Cheng Yan in, Song Yu finally felt a little relieved.

My aunt came to Song Yu's side and patted him on the shoulder. Song Yu didn't say a word, and my aunt said, "Just wait at ease, it's fine."

Song Yu also hoped that it was what his aunt said, but this incident made him see clearly that he couldn't even bear Cheng Yan's tears, and he was terrified when he was sick. Just like this, how could he accept a future without him in the future?

Since we have known each other for so long, Cheng Yan has been following him, showing his liking, and he has repeatedly restrained himself. When will his heart no longer lose to his liking?

Song Yu stared intently at the door of the emergency department, and Mang Wu's heart suddenly became clearer.

Because he has been busy with Cheng Yan's affairs, Song Yu forgot to say hello to Cheng Yan's parents, but his aunt reminded him, and the aunt asked if he wanted to inform his parents.

"No need," Song Yu took out his phone, wiped the water stains, and said, "Don't make them worry."

Song Yu called Cheng's mother. Cheng Yan's parents' phone number was stored in his mobile phone. Because of the frequent contacts in the past, they were no strangers.

"Auntie, I found Cheng Yan." Song Yu looked at the emergency department: "Don't worry, he's fine, I just came to ask you for instructions, can he stay with me tonight?"

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Cheng Yan had been in a coma for a long time, and this sleep relieved his heavy head a lot. When he woke up, looking at the white wall and smelling the smell of disinfectant, Cheng Yan moved his hand, and something came from his hand Painful, he frowned and looked at his hand with the drip on it.

This is... a hospital?

"Wake up." A strange man walked in. Cheng Yan felt familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while, and he had no results in brainstorming, so he judged and guarded against this man.

"I'm Uncle Song Yu." Seeing his confused gaze, the man introduced himself, and Cheng Yan was already impressed by what he said. Yes, there is this person in the photo of Aunt Song Yu's house.

"Are you okay?" Uncle approached the bed and covered him with the quilt, "You have a fever and passed out, and I have sent you to the hospital."

Cheng Yan understood the situation, and his memories came flooding back. He stroked his hands and said guiltily, "I'm sorry."

He didn't want to torment others at night, he was too irrational, and after sleeping, he felt calmed down a lot.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, it's normal to be sick," the uncle didn't take it seriously, and told him, "Be careful in the future, don't spoil your body by relying on your youth."

"No." Cheng Yan responded feebly, out of respect for his elders, otherwise with his current exhaustion, he really didn't want to talk to anyone.

Uncle also noticed that he was tired, so he didn't bother him too much. The patient had to rest well, and it was already late at night.

Just when uncle was going to tell people to take a good rest, Song Yu came in.

Cheng Yan on the hospital bed raised his head and met Song Yu's eyes. The two were silent, and a heavy atmosphere spread in the ward.

Uncle didn't feel this kind of atmosphere, and said to Song Yu: "He's back, let him eat first, rest after eating..."

"Uncle," Song Yu interrupted, "Go back and rest first."

The uncle looked at the two of them, and felt that the two of them seemed to have something to say. The young people had something to talk about. The uncle knew that something must have happened to Cheng Yan, so he didn't intervene. He nodded and walked out of the ward. After explaining a few words to Song Yu, he left the hospital.

Song Yu was carrying hot porridge in his hand, he went out to buy food, it was not easy to get something to eat at night, he ran far enough, his trousers were still wet, and his hair was still clumped together, even though it wasn't raining so much outside.

It was already early morning, and neither of them felt sleepy.

Cheng Yan looked at Song Yu quietly, he was unpacking the bowl of hot porridge, the only sound in the ward was the sound of Song Yu unpacking the box.

Even without eating at night, Song Yu brought the spoon and hot porridge in front of Cheng Yan, Cheng Yan raised his hand and said, "I'll do it myself."

His hand was still on a drip, which was inconvenient, but he didn't let Song Yu feed him, it was an intimate matter, and at present, he didn't want to do intimate things with him.

Cheng Yan held the bottom of the plastic bowl with his dripping hand. He didn't want to eat, but he didn't want to spoil other people's interest when they came back from shopping all the way.

Song Yu stared at Cheng Yan on the hospital bed, holding a bowl and spoon, eating silently.

He woke up, and his mind was sober, but his face still had a low emotion, not angry, but a kind of extremely calm indifference.

Song Yu lowered his head, curled his fingers slightly, and said in a low voice in the silent ward, "I'm sorry."

This week, I avoided him, avoided him, ignored him, and even pushed him away when I met him. There are too many places for him to say sorry.

Cheng Yan didn't respond, but just paused with his hands, and then it seemed that nothing happened, he lowered his head to tidy up the lunch box, and put aside the two mouthfuls of rice.

Song Yu saw that he didn't want to mention it, maybe he was too tired, he just woke up, let's talk about it when he fully recovered, Song Yu didn't plan to mention this matter tonight, he came to the hospital bed, took out a tissue , and handed it to Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan took it and said two words with a sense of distance: "Thank you."

Song Yu froze for a while, Cheng Yan thanked Zhao Yibai and he would be angry, because the friendship was to the extreme, a thank you would make people feel a sense of distance, what about the close lover?

Song Yu thought that he might still be angry and hadn't forgiven him yet. Due to Cheng Yan's current situation, he didn't dare to be too aggressive, so he just told him: "You have a good rest, what's the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Does my mother know?" Cheng Yan turned a deaf ear and asked instead.

Song Yu told him her arrangement: "I greeted my aunt. I didn't mention your illness, but just said that you slept with me tonight."

"That's it." Cheng Yan understood, and was very pleased that he made a thoughtful decision for him. He stretched out his hand, and Cheng Yan wanted to throw the tissue into the trash can, but Song Yu caught it and threw it into the trash not far away for him. bucket.

His thoughtfulness and his cold demeanor in the garage are completely different, so Cheng Yan is not sure about Song Yu, and it's not just once or twice that he can't keep up with his uncertain mood.

"You rest first," Song Yu said, "I won't bother you anymore."

He has a lot to say now, and a lot of clear ideas to express, but Cheng Yan is not interested in talking to him about it. It's too late today, let's talk about it in the future.

Song Yu lifted his quilt, as if caring for a delicate flower, isn't it a fragile flower in his eyes now?There was no color at all.

"Everything will be fine tomorrow." Song Yu whispered such a sentence in his ear, as if comforting, but also as if implying him that nothing will change, they can be as before, everything today is not counted.

But Cheng Yan didn't think that way. It can be said that he didn't think deeply about what Song Yu wanted to convey to him. He only knew that he had something to say now. His hand held Song Yu's wrist.

He was awake, completely awake, a heavy rain woke him up, his current thoughts were what Song Yu wanted, and he figured it out by himself, and he was eager to share it with him.

Song Yu looked at him intently, waiting for his expression.

He couldn't figure it out after all the calculations. After waking up, Cheng Yan's first sentence was:

"let's break up."

Song Yu's pupils shrank slightly, the corners of his eyes seemed to tremble, and his ears were buzzing. After being poured by the heavy rain all night, he felt the cold now.

Song Yu's eyes darkened, his tone became unstable, and he asked back with a trace of panic, "What?"

The author says:

I'm going to chase after him.