Eternal Burning

Teacher, am I your friend?

He has always called me Professor Bei before, or even called me by his first name and last name. This is the first time I have heard him call me a teacher.

Over the years, there have been countless people calling me a teacher. Even Yang Haiyang sometimes calls me teacher like a joke. I thought I was used to it. But when Shang Muxiao called me, I felt different. His teacher, Unlike anyone else's.

It was obviously a very common name, and when he said it, his fingertips felt numb for no reason, and his back seemed to be crawled by ants, which made him very uncomfortable.

Get up and get in the car. I ignored his question and unlocked the car on my own.

Shang Muxiao also got into the co-pilot after a while.

Have you ever noticed that every time you don't want to answer my question, you just pretend you didn't hear it.

I slowly drove the car out of the basement and taught him the conventions of the adult world.

When a person chooses to be silent, you should stop being aggressive. If he wants to answer, he will answer at the first time. If he does not answer, he does not want to answer.

Shang Muxiao prolonged his tone and said perfunctorily, then lowered the back of his chair and stopped talking.

The sun always sets very early this season, and it was still slightly bright when I got home, but now it is completely dark.

I guessed that Shang Muxiao just had a fever caused by a cold, so it shouldn't be a big problem, so I found a nearby hospital, only five kilometers away from home, and arrived in more than 20 minutes.

The vehicle drove into the basement, and the wheels ran over the speed bump, making a lot of noise.

Shang Muxiao didn't know whether he was awakened by the movement or he didn't sleep at all, and suddenly said: Was that your girlfriend just now?

I was stunned for a while before realizing that he was talking about Shen Luoyu, and hurriedly said: No, she is my cousin.

He didn't even think about it, if I had a girlfriend, would I be able to agree to such a ridiculous bet?

When parking, Shang Muxiao got out of the car first, and when I parked the car and went to look for him, he squatted down in the corner again.

How are you? I'm a little worried that he won't be able to make it to the clinic.

He stood up, shaking dangerously, so that he didn't fall.

gosh. He leaned against the wall, looking sullen.

I asked him to hold on for a while longer. On the way, I looked back and observed his situation almost every step of the way, and I was relieved to see that he followed well.

I finally got to the pre-diagnosis desk and took my body temperature. It was 40 degrees, which was higher than yesterday.

After the blood test, the doctor opened two bottles of drip after reading the report. I went back and forth to pay for the medicine, and Shang Muxiao sat quietly on the bench in the hospital corridor, with his coat zippered to the end, his collar raised, and half of his face shrunk inside.

There are not many people in the drip room, it is because of the cold weather, the doors and windows are closed, and the air conditioner is turned on again, which seems a bit suffocating.

As soon as Shang Muxiao stepped in, he frowned, chose a position by the window, and silently pushed the window open to let in fresh air.

Then I closed the window again.

He looked at me dissatisfied, and went to open the window, when I slapped me on the back of the hand.

Do you want to burn your brain out?

It's really too long to live in the cold wind when it's burning at 40 degrees.

He touched the back of his hand, pouted the corners of his mouth, wanted to say something, and swallowed when he met my eyes, and didn't move the window after that.

The nurse took the utensils to give Shang Muxiao the needle. He didn't say a word when the needle was inserted. After the needle was finished, when the nurse left, he showed me the back of his hand just like a child who seeks affection from an adult.

Teacher, she just hurt me so much.

Shang Muxiao's hand has distinct knuckles, five fingers are slender, there is very little flesh on the back of his hand, and the faint blood vessels and bones can be seen underneath. If it is said that Nu Wa spent different thoughts on each person when she created human beings, then she must have paid extra attention when creating Shang Muxiao, so that he would be more pleasing to the eyes than others from head to toe.

Acupuncture doesn't hurt. I was unmoved. I glanced at the clock on the wall, it was almost seven o'clock. Shang Muxiao had two bottles of drips to hang up, and it didn't last for an hour. It seemed that I could only have dinner in the hospital. What do you want to eat? I'll order takeout.

Not hungry, do not want to eat. He tucked into his chair, looking like he was going to sleep again.

He hadn't eaten for a day, and even if he wasn't sick, he would starve to get sick.

Opened the take-out software and chose a restaurant near his home. He didn't listen to Shang Muxiao, and finally ordered a bowl of jī porridge for him, while he ordered a bowl of noodles.

After half an hour, the takeaway was delivered.

I put the takeaway on a small stool accompanied by my family, picked up the porridge bowl and gently pushed Shang Muxiao.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the porridge handed in front of him, but did not take it.

I said not to eat.

Coaxing Yang Youling to eat is not so troublesome.

How can this son of a bitch be as difficult to serve as a two-year-old child?

And why should I serve him? Just because he is Yang Haiyang's future brother-in-law?

I feel like a nanny. A good friend is going on a date, but no one takes the bear child at home, so I can only take it for me, who has nothing to do and is single. I drenched and urinated, and I also chased the bear children to feed the house, and I worked hard just to fulfill the love of my best friend.