spring dream

026

Xiao Er closed the door with his backhand, didn't go into the courtyard, squatted down, sat on the steps and smoked the remaining half of the cigarette.Behind the wisps of blue smoke is Wen Qi's blurred silhouette, squatting by the windy pond with his knees folded, staring left and right at the stones in the water.

The pebbles on the tiles are the scenery in his eyes, and he has also become the most beautiful scenery in the eyes of others.

Lu Xiaozhao cleaned up the kitchen, and ran out to join Wen Qi. The two of them squatted with their backs to the door and muttered something.Xiao Er found it very interesting looking at it. One of the two children chattered non-stop, the other nodded in response, and sometimes stretched out his hand to make random gestures. It is a bit miraculous that they can communicate smoothly.

Lu Ran wanted to intervene, but failed, so he squeezed desperately to Xiao Er's side: "Come one."

"It's gone." Xiao Er handed him an empty cigarette pack, "You bring a pack back from get off work tomorrow."

"Then take a bite." Lu Ran pointed to the butt of the cigarette that was about to be extinguished between Xiao Er's lips.

As soon as he came over, he raised his eyes to meet Lu Xiaozhao's sharp gazes, and Lu Ran returned them resentfully, "Hey, there must be eyes on the back of his head."

Xiao Er let out a low laugh, he was not much better, anyway, this wine must not be drunk.

"What did grandpa tell you?" Lu Ran raised his arms and asked.

Xiao Er turned his head to look at him, the tails of his eyes twitched lightly, with unknown meaning: "Guess."

"Do I need to guess?" With a nasal snort, Lu Ran said, "You have Wen Qi all over your body, you don't need to think about it, you know that grandpa is talking about 'the future' with you."

"If you know, ask." Xiao Er turned his head. This person is too annoying, always disturbing him to appreciate Wen Qi's figure.

A gust of wind blows, and the smell of crabapple becomes stronger.Lu Ran bent his knees and clasped his elbows: "How did you plan?"

"I haven't thought about it, and I can't help it." Xiao Er rubbed the cotton at the end of the cigarette, straightened his legs, looked back at the sky, "Just try not to ruin the old man's family property first."

Lu Ran smiled, and pretended to comfort him: "There is a reason for this incident, let's continue next time."

"There's no next time." Xiao Er looked at people out of the corner of his eye, "Do you think that each stone in that room is worth 8000 million? It would be nice to have the remaining [-]."

"Oh——" Lu Ran pretended to sigh deeply, "In the future, the family will have to live frugally and save money."

"Sarcasm for me?" Xiao Er bumped him with his shoulder.

Lu Ran tilted his head at him: "Look, what is your Wen Qi doing?"

Xiao Er turned his eyes away, and saw Wen Qi holding something in his hand, dripping water, and trotting towards him with the ferret at his feet.

While seeing this scene, Xiao Er got up to meet him, and when he got closer, he could see clearly that there was a red pebble between his thin white fingers.He stretched out his hand, and Wen Qi put it down gently, rubbing the back of his hand against his palm, the first touch after the reunion, and Xiao Er's heart was so hot that it was about to jump out of his chest.

"For me?" Xiaoer asked restrainedly.

Wen Qi didn't speak, he shook his body and gasped for breath.

Xiao Er stared at the stone in his hand, the precious one was no good, even if he was given 8000 million, he would not sell it.He was dumbfounded for a while, and just about to raise his eyes in a daze for a long time, a black shadow fell down, and he caught it in a panic. Wen Qi fell into his arms like a fish short of water, breathing desperately.

Xiao Er was terrified, he acted before his mind, he hugged Wen Qi and rushed to the east wing, Lu Xiaozhao followed him in, Lu Ran took out his mobile phone and was about to dial 120, Xiao Er interrupted him: "Go and invite Mr. Zhang from the medicine shop! "

Lu Ran's voice was also suppressed: "Chinese medicine is a long-term treatment, and it can't save the emergency. At this time, we can only go to the hospital!"

"I know." Xiao E covered Wen Qi's trembling body with a quilt, and Lu Xiaozhao hugged him from the cabinet again, "Wen Qi has a shadow of the hospital environment, and he forgot how afraid of doctors he was in Ruili Examination? It's not a new disease, it's an old disease, let Uncle Zhang feel the pulse first, don't rush into it, and I'll find a way."

While talking, Xiao Er blamed himself in his heart, but he was careless. The temperature in the north is not warmer than that in the south, his hair is not dry, and it is easy to catch cold even if he covers his hat. It is because he did not take good care of Wen Qi.

He was blood-red, like a piece of red-hot iron. Wen Qi was huddled in his down jacket, sweating all over his body. He was hot and uncomfortable. He used to hide in the corner of the wall when he was sick in the dark room in the clubhouse. He survived by himself, and it was the same this time. He turned over, pressed his back against the wall, curled up, and hugged in a lonely ball.

Uncle Zhang entered the room with the medicine box on his back, greeted Xiao E, was taken aback, and pointed at the person on the bed with squinted eyes: "This child is..."

Everyone in Shengyang Hutong remembers Wen Qi, who followed Xiao Er when he was a child, inseparable, his little tail.Uncle Zhang put down the suitcase, sat on the bed, and stretched out his hand to feel for Wen Qi's pulse, with a serious expression on his face.

"Master Xiao, I can prescribe a few prescriptions for nourishing blood and qi, but it won't cure the root cause." Uncle Zhang tested the temperature of Wenqi's forehead with the back of his hand, "You have to go to the hospital for infusions and injections, but you can't just rely on your youth." Carry it hard."

Hearing the word "injection", Wen Qi withdrew his hand and hid in the corner of the bed again.

Lu Ran and Lu Xiaozhao followed Uncle Zhang to the pharmacy to get medicine. Xiao E put a chair beside the bed, kept kneading his fingertips, his heart was surging, and he pursed his lips and asked, "Do you often get sick?"

After waiting for a few minutes, Wen Qi pulled down the quilt covering his eyebrows and nodded.

"How long does it usually take to get better?" Xiao Er continued to ask, but Wen Qi didn't answer, but just looked at him with complicated emotions in his eyes.

"I'll only give you three days." Xiao E leaned back in the chair, his words were hard, but his tone was gentle, "I won't recover in three days, you must follow me to the hospital."

Wen Qi silently withdrew his head, kept silent, automatically blocked all senses, and closed his eyes in silence in the dark.