Exclusive Memory Chapter 5 Part 8

 Seeing Mu Chenghe frowning, he must have been terribly cold too.

"I'll go stop a taxi."

He said, "Forget it. I'll pick up my car and take you back.”

"No way, you drank." If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have asked him to drink.

"At this time, the police must be on vacation."

"Who said the police are on vacation, isn't my mother at work?"

I shook my head and just disagreed.

Dad drives a taxi, and our family is very sensitive to this.

"Are you alone when you go back?" he asked.

"Kinda."

"Then..." He thought for a while, "Go to my place, I'm alone too."

Only then did I remember that the place where he took me and Bai Lin to was nearby.

"What about Teacher Chen?" I remember he said it was Chen Ting's residence.

"He moved in with his girlfriend early and gave me the house."

Live together?

I staggered.

It turns out - teachers also live with people.

When I was young, I always thought that school teachers were like gods. My mother often said to people: "The girl in my family doesn't listen to anyone, but what her teacher says is like an imperial edict."

Later, a few months after the first grade, I found out that the teacher also had to eat, pick up the children from school, and go to the toilet... What a disillusionment!

Now, Mu Chenghe actually told me that the teacher will also live together, and it is also the teacher Chen Ting who I admire under the glory of the party group in our college.

We walked for about ten minutes to our destination.

The second time I came here, it felt different from the last time.

On the balcony of the living room, you can see the riverside square where we just welcomed the New Year. At night, occasionally a firework or two blooms.

We were both frozen wood.

He made the bed and I took a hot shower. There are very few things on the sink in the bathroom, just a mouthwash cup, a toothbrush, an electric shaver, and a small medicine bottle. There are no feminine products.

I immediately felt in a good mood, changed into the pajamas he had found for me in the bathroom, rolled up my trouser legs and sleeves, and walked out.

Mu Chenghe was tidying up the sofa, and I walked to the bookshelf behind the sofa to browse.

There are many books on Mu Chenghe's profession. Whether it is the Russian version, the English version, or the Chinese version, it is written in the language of birds. On the bottom shelf of the shelf, there are some miniature models of various aircraft, which are highly simulated, and even ships.

It can be seen from such a bookshelf that Mu Chenghe has occupied all of Chen Ting's house.

I pointed at that thing and asked an idiotic question: "What kind of ship has such a big deck?"

A smile flashed in his eyes, "It's an aircraft carrier." ”

Uh --

I ran out of words and looked down and continued to visit his bookshelf, which had a compartment with lots of CDs.

I picked up an album of female singers in Russian, and turned around and said, "Can you lend me a listen?"

"No problem." He agreed of course.

I narrowed my eyes, smiled and put the CD into my bag, feeling very happy. Now, I have another excuse to continue to disturb him next time.

After a while, he handed me a glass of warm water. I touched his fingers and they were a little hot, but I thought it was because he was holding boiling water just now, so I didn't pay attention.

Before going to bed, I went back to the living room to get my handbag, and saw that his complexion and lip color had changed a bit, so I asked, "What's wrong?"

He said lightly: "It's probably a little fever."

"Fever?" As soon as I heard these two words, I immediately walked over and touched his forehead, the temperature was so hot.

"Why do you have a fever?" I was anxious, "Did it come from the river wind just now?"

"It's okay, just get some sleep." He reassured me.

"If you have a fever, you won't feel better even if you sleep."

Mu Chenghe didn't continue to argue with me, he shook his head, locked his brows together, leaned his head on the back of the sofa, and closed his eyes.

He was probably very uncomfortable and wanted it to be quiet.

So I didn't dare to say a word, and began to look around the furnishings with my eyes, trying to find the place where the medicine box was placed.

After a while, I suddenly remembered the medicine bottle on the washstand, and ran to the bathroom, and sure enough, I found a lot of medicine in the mirror cabinet. When my mother is usually sick, I take care of her, and I generally know what to take when I have a fever.

I poured a cup of warm water, selected a few symptoms that I remembered, and the medicine that matched his well, and put it on the coffee table, ready to read the instructions carefully.

He opened his eyes to me and said, "Don't look, there's nothing I want to take. That's what was left behind by Teacher Chen, I usually take Chinese proprietary medicine, but I forgot to buy it after taking last time.”

I froze for a moment, put my hands in the air, and turned to look at him.

"Then what should I do?" If not, it wouldn't be like this.

"Anyway, if I take it, it won't be immediate." He seemed to be able to see through my mind without opening his eyes, and said, "I won't agree to you buying it now, I'll go with you later, and there are no pharmacies in the vicinity that are open all night Chinese New Year's Eve anyways."

"Can I do anything?"

"I just want to lie down for a while, you go to the bedroom to sleep."

Even with a high fever, he was still much more organized than I was.

I looked at him hesitantly.

"You still want me to gather enough energy to enlighten you?" He said again with his eyes closed.

I did not dare to contradict him, but trusted his confidence in his condition, went back to the bedroom according to his wishes, and did not discuss with him who should sleep in the bedroom between the sick and the healthy.

I walked a few steps and looked back uneasily, "Call me if something happens."

He didn't seem to hear, just looked at me blankly.

Then I said it again, and he looked at my lips before nodding slowly.

But how could I sleep? I didn't close the bedroom door, for fear that something would happen and I wouldn't hear it.

I was on the bed but couldn't fall asleep anyway, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. There was the rustling sound of fabric rubbing in the living room, probably because he unfolded the quilt and lay down.

Immediately, the whole world was very quiet,

After a long time, I didn't hear him move again.

Did he fall asleep?

I turned over and waited for a long time, but I still didn't hear him, so since I was sure that he was asleep, I tiptoed to the living room to see him.

I was afraid that he would notice it, and I didn't even dare to wear slippers, so I walked lightly to the sofa with bare feet, wanting to test the temperature of his forehead, but I didn't dare to touch him, for fear of disturbing his sleep, so I squatted down and tried to see his condition through the observation of his appearance.

With his eyes closed, his eyebrows slightly frowned, he slept lightly. Judging by his short breathing, he should still have a fever. I inadvertently saw the empty cup of water on the coffee table that he drank, so I got up and went to the kitchen to pour water.

If you don't take medicine for fever, you can only drink more water.

When I returned, I found that his hand was sticking out from the quilt because of fever and sweating. Once I put the cup away, I carefully put his hand back in.

At this moment, his eyebrows folded deeply, a low murmur came out of his mouth, and then he held my fingers.

My heart skipped a beat. I looked at his hands, then raised my eyes to look at his face, and didn't feel relieved until I found that he hadn't woken up.

But then I was stumped.

I pulled a little tightly, do I break them apart? Or just leave it as it is?

I squatted in front of the sofa, hesitating.

My fingertips were just touching the palm of his left hand, and the temperature was really hot to me.

Mu Chenghe's left hand.

The left hand that secretly writes on the blackboard, the left hand that picks up food for me with chopsticks, the left hand that gently tapped my desk with his fingers to remind me to pay attention, the left hand that took the scarf off and put it around my neck, and the left hand that had just hugged me shallowly.

After a while, his hand has gradually let go of me. However, I couldn't bear to leave anymore, so I sat down on the spot, put my head on the sofa with my face sideways, and faced his eyebrows.

I don't know how long it took, but his breathing gradually became long and peaceful. My eyelids also slowly sank, and finally I couldn't help falling asleep.

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