Chapter 53: Got a fever

Chapter Fifty-Three
Zhuang Yan hugged Xie Ning and took him to the car.
Probably because I was too tired this day, Xie Ning cried for a while, and then slept for a while in the car. When Zhuang Yan woke up, the bottom of her eyes was sour.
Crying swollen.
Zhuang Yan helped him open the car door after getting out of the car: "I wanted you to sleep a little longer, but your clothes are soaked. It is not good for your health to change it earlier. You can go to sleep upstairs after eating."
When Xie Ning finished changing clothes and took a hot bath before going downstairs, Zhuang Yan also changed into a set of casual clothes at home, and was busy in the kitchen.
Xie Ning remembered that Zhuang Yan's clothes were all wet by him.
People who are not acquainted with Zhuang Yan can hardly imagine him busy in the kitchen.
The approachable and approachable Zhuang Yan is tainted with the smell of fireworks.
He feels too noble and noble, and the look in people's eyes has a scent of suspense.
Others always say that he is difficult to do, and there are too many things. Whenever he thinks about it, he always thinks about it.
Xie Ning remembered that Wang Jianjian had talked about a past event when he was chatting with him.
At that time, his tone was a bit horrible, saying that the past was unbearable.
At that time, it had been a few days since Zhuang Yan had gone crazy. He was dissatisfied with the scene design and concept drawing, so he had to do it all over again.
Doing it all over again means that all of it will be redrawn, and the previously built scenes and tools will be discarded.
Wang Jianjian didn't mention it at the time, and he wished to pull Zhuang Yan out for a fight.
Even Zhao Yang came out to persuade Zhuang Yan.
Startup is just around the corner. At this time, to engage in this kind of moth, not to mention, the budgetary cost alone will increase exponentially, and every additional day will cost millions more.
As a producer, he couldn't agree.
But Zhuang Yan insisted.
The entire crew failed to stubbornly over Zhuang Yan.
In the end, the art team worked overtime overnight before rushing to produce a new scene design.
For this reason, the main artist at the time had a big quarrel with Zhuang Yan, and since then they stopped cooperating with each other.
And the money lost in this move made Zhao Yang want to cry privately.
Xie Ning knew that Zhuang Yan was such a person who went his own way.
He is unwilling to accept or compromise, and seeks perfection in everything.
But in front of Xie Ning is a completely different Zhuang Yan.
Ordinary, secure and reliable.
It is no longer the director Zhuang Da who was ridiculed by the crew, but his Mr. Blue Whale.
Zhuang Yan saw him coming, raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Just watching me cooking, don't you come to help?"
Xie Ning is also good at cooking, of course, the craftsmanship is not as good as Zhuang Yan, but there is no problem in helping.
Xie Ning asked: "Should I help you wash the vegetables?"
Zhuang Yan nodded: "Yes."
Then he took an apron from the side and threw it to him: "The clothes you just changed, got wet and troublesome. Put on the apron."
The apron was tied at the back, it was not very fast. Xie Ning tied it casually and heard Zhuang Yan say, "The tie is too loose. I will loosen it if I take two steps. I'll help you."
As he said, he walked behind Xie Ning, helped him tighten, and lowered his head to meditate: "I said something is wrong, are you too skinny."
Xie Ning subconsciously looked down at his waist: "Is there? I think it's okay."
"Yes." Zhuang Yan nodded with an affair, then stretched out his hand to compare, "See if I can almost encircle you with one hand."
It really is so.
Zhuang Yan is a bit taller than Xie Ning, but after all, both of them are men, and there is always not much difference in body shape.
Xie Ning somehow always feels thin.
Zhuang Yan said thoughtfully: "I have to make up for you."
Xie Ning was squeezed and hugged by him, and couldn't help but soften his waist and pushed him away: "The pot is about to burn, you don't want to check it."
Zhuang Yan was afraid that Xie Ning would catch a cold, so he stewed a pot of health soup, which was almost boiling now.
He walked over and took a look, and adjusted the heat to a low heat.
After drinking this pot of health soup, Xie Ning's cold body warmed up.
But it rained too much during the day, and in the second half of the night, Xie Ning's cold got worse and started to burn in a daze.
In the morning, the fever did not go away, and the consciousness was dim, and it took a long time for the reflex arc to react.
Zhuang Yan asked him for leave, reached out and tested his temperature, frowning: "I will take you to the hospital."
Xie Ning was stunned for a while before pulling his sleeve: "...Don't go to the hospital."
As soon as he spoke, he realized that his voice was also a little hoarse.
He said slowly, "Just drink some cold medicine."
After saying a few words, he couldn't help but cough.
Zhuang Yan frowned and looked at him for a long time: "You are like this, and you can't tell me to go to the hospital?"
Xie Ning's voice had a dull nasal sound: "I just don't want to go."
Also coquettishly.
Zhuang Yan thought blankly.
Shainin's consciousness was very trivial when she had a fever, and she thought of many things intermittently, the past, the present, and his thinking jumped very much, and there was no logic.
He remembered that when he was very young, he followed his parents to live in the South.
The difference between the north and the south was so great that he was not used to it at first, especially in winter, the cold and dampness carved in the bones of the south made him unable to bear.
Every time he spends the winter, he suffers a serious illness, and his body gradually doesn't get better.
Xia Wan was so anxious that she personally learned a lot of soup stew methods to replenish his body. Sometimes Xie Ning had a high fever at night, and she stayed with Xie Ning all night.
Xie Ning's illness was the most serious. I heard Xia Wan crying while scolding Xie Jing, saying that he only cared about work all day long, regardless of his son's life or death.
Xia Wan was born in a scholarly family. Xie Ning's grandparents were all professors, and his family was not religious.
But at that time, in order to make Xie Ning get better, Xia Wan climbed up the mountain step by step, and went to find the most famous local monk to ask him for an amulet.
After Xie Ning really got better, she started to become a vegetarian again in order to fulfill her wish.
When Xie Ning was a child, Xia Wan was most respected and trusted.
When I was in elementary school, once I wrote about your favorite person, Xie Ning wrote about his mother without hesitation.
He believed that Xia Wan really loved him. He also really loves Xia Wan.
That kind of love is the love of all mothers for their children, pure and hot.
But Shainin didn't know why they would become like this later.
Xie Ning did not have a deep impression of his father. It was not that Xie Jing rarely saw Xie Jing, but Xie Jing had been obsessed with work for many years. Even though day and night, Xie Ning's feelings for him were still not as deep as for Xia Wan.
This is probably the case in most domestic families. The father is the responsibility and the mother is the caregiver.
The child is naturally closer to the mother.
So after discovering his sexuality, he was confused and restless for a long time, and the first choice to tell was Xia Wan.
He thought Xia Wan would understand him, comfort him, and eliminate his confusion.
But he always remembered Xia Wan's expression that day.
There was incredible shock in the shock, and a bit of disgust and hatred that he couldn't understand.
That was what Shainin had never seen before.
Xia Wan didn't understand.
She thinks this is wrong.
She wants to help Xie Ning change back.
She felt that her child had gone astray. She had the responsibility and obligation to help him get back to the right path.
Xie Ning felt that Xia Wan seemed to be a different person.
Become paranoid, stubborn, unreasonable, hysterical.
She even quarreled with Xie Jing, saying that Xie Jing didn't care about it that made Xie Ning what she is now.
Xie Jing has always been helpless to her.
The burning continues.
Xie Ning sometimes felt very hot and sometimes cold.
He is so uncomfortable.
He had pulled Zhuang Yan's sleeve in his hand, but now it was empty.
His heart also became empty.
I waved my hand a few times, but it seemed to weigh a lot and couldn't lift it.
He wanted to open his eyes, but his consciousness was dim and he couldn't do anything.
It's so dark in front of me.
This feeling is no stranger.
The road ahead is dark, the consciousness disappears little by little, and the body is uncomfortable.
It's like life is slowly passing by.
I don't know how long it took.
The hand was held, it was hot.
Then he was stuffed into the bed, and the quilt was twisted firmly.
It seems someone is coming.
Are you here to save him?
The lips felt hot, as if something was stuck on it.
The warm liquid flowed down into the mouth.
The desire to survive made him swallow subconsciously.
The body's heat slowly dropped.
Xie Ning was energetic again and started thinking wildly.
He thought of a long corridor.
He kept walking, but couldn't get out.
It seems that there is no end, and it seems that the end is a dead end.
He, and many others, were walking back and forth in the corridor.
There was pain and numbness on everyone's faces.
Finally someone couldn't bear it, opened the window in the corridor and jumped out.
Xie Ning stared at the figure in a daze.
He didn't know whether jumping out was a relief or a dead end.
Put one of his hands on his forehead.
There was something stuffed in his mouth.
It was taken out again after a while.
Xie Ning dumbly heard someone talking in his ear, as if he was relieved: "Fever is finally gone."
In the past, Xia Wan would stay with him like this when he had a fever. When he got better, Xia Wan lost a few kilos, as if she was the one who was seriously ill.
Xie Ning never doubted Xia Wan's love for him.
He was also full of love and trust in Xia Wan.
But the injury from the closest person has also made people more heartbroken and unforgettable.
He hurts too much.
It was so painful that I forgot how to give affection to others.
Xie Ning tossed himself for a while, and then thought of Zhuang Yan.
He didn't ask how Zhuang Yan knew where he was yesterday.
Zhuang Yan did not ask him why he went to the hospital.
Does Zhuang Yan know that he is going to see a psychologist?
Does Zhuang Yan know about his illness? Do you know that he can't give affection?
He was a little confused and a little apprehensive.
Sometimes he would doubt his feelings for Zhuang Yan. Is that love?
Can people with apathy really give affection?
Still just a sense of novelty, but he mistakenly thought it was love.
When the novelty faded, he stopped loving.
Is this... too unfair to Zhuang Yan?
But he couldn't refuse Zhuang Yan.
It is Zhuang Yan who is taking care of him now.
Xie Ning suddenly wanted to open his eyes and take a look at him.
Look at his Mr. Blue Whale.
But he was too tired. The medicine Zhuang Yan fed him probably contained the ingredients for sleeping. Before he could open his eyes, he fell asleep first.
When I wake up again, I don’t know what eve is.
He opened his eyes in a daze, and he couldn't even react to what day it was.
After a long period of confusion, he moved his body.
Zhuang Yan slept beside his bed.
The curtains on the balcony are wide open. The weather is fine today.
Perhaps because the room was too dull, Zhuang Yan opened the curtains and opened a small opening in the balcony for ventilation.
Xie Ning looked to the side, and the first thing he saw was not Zhuang Yan's sleeping face.
It is the light that shines in.
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