One Branch [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 23 Illness and Guests

His back is always straight and upright, especially when he walks, the corners of his clothes flutter in the wind. Zhou Yeshan sits behind him, and sometimes they sit at the same table. No matter where they sit, he likes to look at him, involuntarily. He likes his calm eyelashes and mouth corners, from head to toe, the boyish feeling without pretense. He is like a plant with a fresh fragrance, like a swan that has been active on the lake recently, with a natural, hidden pride.

His double eyelids were narrow and long, extending along the end of the eye, slightly upturned, and the arc was carefully hidden at the end of the eye.

Zhou Yeshan knew he liked boys since he was in middle school. It was not until he met Song Yezhi that he realized he could like her more.

The existence of "love at first sight" in the dictionary is not false.

His lips were very dark. The girls in his class had recently started to dress up, drawing their eyebrows and lips in front of the mirror together. His lips were like those carefully selected lips of the girls, with a thin layer of lipstick on them.

This is true even when you are sick.

Song Yezhi took two cold medicine pills during the break. His nose was stuffy and his head was dizzy. He lay on the table with drooping eyelids, listening to Zhou Yeshan say that he looked like a Duoyanba flower.

Zhao Huanyu sat in front of him, straddling a chair, facing each other, and also squatted like Song Yezhi, looking straight at him: "Yanba Yanba, a small yellow chrysanthemum."

Zhou Yeshan suddenly lowered his head, made a fist with his hands, covered his mouth with his hands, and coughed twice.

Zhao Huan turned his eyes to him and asked, "Why is the cold virus spreading so quickly?"

When Diliuliao came back, Huang Ju, who was full of energy, was standing next to her. Zhao Huanyu stood up slightly and said, "Teacher Huang."

Huang Ju didn't bother with her and reached out to touch Song Yezhi's forehead: "How do you feel? You didn't really pay attention in the last English class, did you?"

Song Yezhi: "A little dizzy."

She put her hand down and felt it was a little hot.

"Let's go to the nearby Peking University Hospital?" Huang Ju said, "I've approved your afternoon off. Come back and study hard after you recover."

As soon as the call was made, she asked which classmate would accompany Song Yezhi to the hospital. Zhao Huan and Zhou Yeshan looked at her with sparkling eyes.

"Just one is enough."

Zhou Yeshan was a caregiver who was ordered to take care of people. When they arrived at the hospital, it was Song Yezhi who explained everything along the way, taught him the procedures, and even when he had a fever, he was responsible for taking him to the registration office, medicine pick-up office, and check-out office, and he recognized everything one by one.

Finally, they both sat in the infusion room.

The needle went in smoothly. The nurse adjusted the drip speed and said, "Please keep an eye on it. If it stops, call for help."

Zhou Yeshan nodded quickly: "Okay, thank you sister."

The hair on his forehead was fluffy and messy, which was caused by lying on his arms in the classroom and walking against the wind. Zhou Yeshan had wanted to help him straighten it out, and now that he sat down, he reached out his hand to him, fiddled with his hair a few times, and patted it gently at the end.