For a moment, there was a dead silence in the room.
Because the window was closed by Jian Shiwu, the medicinal smell that had been blown away by the wind began to gradually become stronger in the room, and Shen Cheng was sitting elegantly on the sofa in the distance, but in? Under Jian Shiwu's gaze, it may be because his mind was pierced, or he was a little embarrassed. The first time, Shen Cheng turned his face away, and said in a evasive manner: "Whatever you think?"
Jian Shiwu sneered: "Huh? Is it okay? Then I think so?"
Looking at Shen Cheng like this, he was actually a little happy. He used to be too far away from Shen Cheng, so that ruthless and cold look put a tall statue in his heart, like a god. Condescendingly looking down at his Shen Cheng, he made himself feel afraid and resisted.
"There is a strong smell of medicine in the house." Jian Shiwu became more courageous: "Shen Cheng, is your injury serious?"
Because now he has seen the real Shen Cheng, a Shen Cheng that he has never seen before, a young one who is not so calm, and who is also annoyed that his hard-mouthed words are exposed.
Just like that—
You see, he's also a mortal, and can be hard-mouthed and annoyed.
And this kind of closeness? It made Jian Shiwu's courage slowly grow up again, and he said, "Can I take a look?"
Shen Cheng's face changed slightly.
"dong dong dong"
At this time, there was a knock on the door outside.
Someone walked in lightly. It was a family doctor. He held the medicine box, bowed respectfully, and said, "Master, it's time to change the medicine."
Shen Chengmian and the others regained their calm and self-control: "Don't you just change it a long time ago?"
"The wound may become inflamed and infected. This medicine needs to be applied continuously before it can be effective." The doctor said humbly: "This is also what Mr. ordered. If you have any doubts, I will This? Call Mr...."
Shen Cheng seemed a little helpless: "Change it."
If this phone call is made to Ji Yuansheng, it will be endless. Ji Yuansheng, who learned that he was injured two hours ago, will not open the meeting. On the phone, the secretary said that he wants to book a flight back to China. , Under Shen Cheng's dissuasion, he started preaching again, and let him cooperate with the doctor's treatment.
If the doctor goes to complain that he is not cooperating again, Ji Yuan is afraid that he will appear at the airport tomorrow night.
The doctor came over?? Shen Cheng said, "please go to bed."
Shen Cheng stood up, looked at Jian Shiwu, who was a head shorter than himself, and said blankly, "How long are you going to stand here?"
Jian Shiwu wondered: "Huh?"
"I'm going to take off my clothes and change my dressing soon." Shen Cheng is tall and tall, he leaned down a little, and was a little closer to Jian Shiwu, his eyebrows raised slightly, and his magnetic voice seemed to be ambiguous: "Do you want to stay? Are you coming down to visit?"
...
In hindsight, Jian Shiwu's face turned red consciously.
Jian Shiwu, who seemed to be calm just now, suddenly became weaker, her long eyelashes blinked again and again because she was helpless, and her big round eyes seemed to be filled with a little shyness, don't you know? What did he make up in his mind? Jian Shiwu used to have a soft and crisp voice with a bit of anger. He turned around and looked outside: "I'm leaving!"
Shen Cheng stood on the spot and watched his figure leave in a hurry, a faint, doting smile evoked at the corner of his mouth.
The doctor next to him: "..."
He was fortunate enough to see the young master molesting his classmates with his own eyes, which was a sin.
...
After Jian Shiwu came out of the room, he met Qiao Ann who came up from the downstairs. The two looked at each other, and there was a brief silence.
Qiao An took the lead in frying the pot, shouting: "You entered Shen Cheng's room!?"
Jian Shiwu was frightened by his loud voice and shrugged: "What, what's wrong?"
Qiao An let out a long sigh, and said with emotion, "Anyway, since I stayed here, I have never had the chance to enter his room, or else? If you went in today, I thought it was his room. What is the forbidden place?"
Jian Shiwu really didn't think about it at all, but when he saw Qiao An's bitter face, he laughed again: "Is it that exaggerated?"
Joan leaned over: "Hey, can you tell me what's inside?"
"It's nothing..." Jian Shiwu didn't see where it was. It wasn't unusual: "It's just a normal bedroom, with some old things from junior high school in it."
Qiao An casually said: "That's it? Well, I thought it was hidden and tucked away? Let people see what kind of baby they are holding."
Jian Shiwu's smile froze on his face, and for a moment, he inexplicably thought, could these little things, which are insignificant in the eyes of others, really are priceless treasures for Shen Cheng?
The meaning does not lie in the value of the commodity itself, but in the special feeling and insubstitutability that the owner gives it to the item. These things have been baptized through time, even if they have been It is no longer the trend of the times, but it is also more precious because of its uniqueness.
Jian Shiwu said, "Maybe he just doesn't like others touching his own things."
Qiao An nodded, and while sitting and chatting with Jian Shiwu in the living room, he said, "Shen Cheng is the person with the strongest territorial awareness that I have ever met, although it is not usually too obvious. , but he is extremely possessive about his own private property, and when he was in China, no one could touch the equipment in his room."
Because we talked about M country, Qiao Ann began to reveal some interesting things to Jane Shiwu:
"When he first transferred to another school, the whole person was a sullen gourd. We still guess if he has a disability."
"Don't look at him looking at Wen Jing, I didn't expect him to be able to fight, I remember one time..."
"Have you heard of our school's Christmas 24 animation? It's the program that was on the global news. It was designed and played by Shen Cheng."
Jian Shiwu Zhile: "Really? So cool!"
The first time the two people opened up to chat, they had a very pleasant chat. Slowly, in Joan's description, the empty three years seemed to be slowly made up, and he began to understand During these years, what kind of life did Shen Cheng lead, and his original vague appearance became clearer, because the two people talked so deeply that the doctor didn't even notice when he came out.
The doctor stood behind Jian Shiwu and coughed lightly: "The medicine has been changed."
Jian Shiwu stopped talking, looked back at the doctor, nodded and said, "Is Shen Cheng okay?"
"At the moment, it's not life-threatening." The elegant doctor pushed his glasses and said, "Conservative treatment is definitely fine, it just depends on the cooperation of the young master."
Jian Shiwu sat up from the sofa, suspicious: "Will Shen Cheng cooperate?"
The doctor lowered his head and said heavily: "That bowl of chicken soup is the only thing he eats at night."
?
Jian Shiwu was a little shocked.
Qiao Ann echoed next to him and said, "Shen Cheng is very picky about what he eats. I think if it's not because food is necessary to maintain human life, he may have been refined."
"Has he always been like this?"
When Mingming was in junior high school, Shen Cheng didn't show a particular picky eater.
Joan said, "Most of the time, it's like this. You are so amazing. What do you give him to eat? Shiwu, I want it?? You are impressed!"
The doctor also said, "It helped a lot." Jian Shiwu said.
Jian Shiwu was flattered, he waved his hand to indicate that his credit was not great, and then thought: "But is it really okay to just drink soup? No? How about making something that he likes?"
Qiao Ann was lying on the sofa and salted fish: "How can he like to eat, just? Haven't seen him?? What food expresses his love, what he has to say..."
Qiao An and the doctor looked at each other and said in unison, "Face."
Jian Shiwu revealed doubts: "Then? Just make him a bowl of noodles? Okay."
"I don't understand." Qiao An spread his hands: "He seems to really like pasta, but it doesn't matter if it's made by a chef at home or a five-star chef outside, even if it adds abalone and sea cucumber, there's no problem. Sometimes he wasn't interested, you said he didn't like it, he could eat two bites of some noodles, say he liked it, and sometimes he wouldn't even touch one bite."
noodle?
Jian Shiwu's sluggish little head turned around, and suddenly, like a blessing to his soul, he said, "How about hand-rolled noodles?"
Both Joan and the doctor were stunned.
Jian Shiwu stood up. It happened to be nothing to do. He looked downstairs and smiled: "Where is your kitchen? Where is it? Ah, can we use it?"
...
The twilight was dark, and the autumn night was cool. Because of the inflammation of the wound, Shen Cheng's low-grade fever became more and more serious. Even so, his clothes were still neat, and he was only half lying on the bed for a nap.
"dong dong dong"
There was a knock on the door outside.
Shen Cheng's voice was hoarse because of the fever: "Come in."
Jian Shiwu walked in with her precious noodles in her hand, and she was confronted with the strong smell of medicine in the room, because Shen Cheng was not feeling well, the window was opened a little, and there was a cool breeze blowing in, bringing autumn Unique coldness.
Shen Cheng turned his face sideways and saw the young man standing at the door. It turned out that he hadn't left.
Jian Shiwu put the noodle bowl on the bedside table, he sat beside the bed, and said softly, "Shen Cheng, I cooked noodles for you, do you want to eat some?"
Because of the fever, Shen Cheng's head was a little chaotic, he seemed to be in a sea of fiery fire, and Jian Shiwu's voice was like a cool wind, which gave him a moment of relief.
Shen Chengshen was sweating, and he whispered, "What did you do?"
"Ok."
Jian Shiwu sat beside him, looked at him with big bright eyes, gentle and serious: "I guess you have no appetite, I cooked you a bowl of green vegetable noodles, I heard that you didn't eat today, so not good."
Shen Cheng pursed his lips, he thought? He said stubbornly that you don't? If you like me, what do I do, or say something? If you want to be strong, you can save your lost face, but raise your eyes? Shang Jian Shiwu's clean and caring eyes At that time, all the words were stuck in his throat, and finally turned into a somewhat blunt sentence: "Got it."
Don't want to see his disappointed eyes, the body subconsciously wants to say something more honest than the brain.
When Jian Shiwu saw him, he didn't seem to be in good condition. Okay, he turned to the side and asked, "Are you alright, aren't you? The wound is very serious, now? Are you uncomfortable?"
Shen Cheng said quietly, "I'm fine."
When Jian Shiwu saw him like this, he didn't want to force it, so he just nodded his head: "Then I'll go back in a while."
Shen Cheng nodded lightly, and said casually, "Go home?"
"no."
This is Shen Cheng's unexpected answer. Jian Shiwu said, "The teacher said that Annie was frightened, and I might visit her soon."
?
Shen Cheng slowly moved his eyes out of the window to look at the dark night. At this time, in the middle of the night, alone, do you still want to visit?
Just thinking about this, Shen Cheng's complexion changed, gloomy, and he almost wrote his unhappiness on his complexion.
But Jian Shiwu still didn't seem to pay attention: "Then I'll go back first."
Just got up, when a voice came from behind: "Wait."
Jian Shiwu turned around curiously, only to see that Shen Cheng, who was fine just now, raised his hand slowly, rubbed his eyebrows, his voice was a little hoarse and fragile: "Help me. I'll call the doctor."
Jian Shiwu: ?
Shen Cheng: "My back hurts a bit."