In front of Hang Qi's house.

The cold wind whistled outside the corridor window.

It was a snuggling position.

The boy was hot all over because of a fever, but Tan Mingming had just come up from the cold wind, and the skin on his neck was cold.

The moment Hang Qi put his forehead on it, it seemed like he had something cold, and it was like he was struggling for a long journey in the desert. Finally, he encountered a source of water, which was greatly relieved. He was half open, and his eyes were a little confused, his mind was a little confused... Is it an illusion?

After a fever all night, he dreamed that she appeared more than once.

This time it was an illusion or a dream?

Tan Mingming opened his eyes wide and his breathing became a little messy.

...Although she was almost frozen outside, her skin was still very sensitive. When Hang Qi's head drooped over, her neck, which was numb to the cold, seemed to be suddenly covered with a piece of hot iron. Not only that, the other party took off all his strength, and the warm breath came over in an instant.

Moreover, his eyelashes were very long and swept around her neck.

It's like scratching the human heart.

...Tan Mingming blushed for no reason.

Damn, what are you doing? Tan Mingming, please stop thinking about Pure Classmate immediately! - But this cannot be blamed on her. She was just too transparent since she was a child. She has never been so close to any man except her family. The only time she was confessed by Rong Junping, she ended up in vain. It was the first time she hugged someone like this. It felt so strange...

Tan Mingming first pushed Hang Qi's head away roughly, then held the pale boy with all his hands and feet, trying to send him back to the room.

But no matter how strong she is, she still can't hold on. She staggers a few times and almost falls.

Hang Qi was shaken around and had a split headache. His lips were dry, but his dark forehead was wet. He was wet with sweat, making his face look pale and sicker.

But I'm a little more awake.

His eyes went down, and his dark pupils looked at Tan Mingming, drooped, and looked again, as if he suddenly realized something, his eyelashes trembled violently, and he became a little disbelief.

It's not a dream?!

He tried his best to stand firm, grabbed Tan Mingming's wrist, took a step outside, blocked the door, and asked hoarsely, "Why are you... here?"

Tan Mingming finally helped him into the door, exhausted and panting, and was gently pushed out by him. It took a vain and was almost angry. She took two breaths and asked, "Why did you suddenly have a fever? Did you have a cold or something else? Why would I take you to the hospital?"

But seeing that Hang Qi's face was pale and his lips were not colored, it looked so pitiful, Tan Mingming's anger disappeared immediately.

The worry on her face was clear at a glance.

Hang Qi looked at her with his eyes down, and his heart seemed to be hit by something, and his fingers held on the door frame curled up gently, but... after a while, he pursed his lips, and his eyes were somewhat embarrassed to avoid, blocking Tan Mingming's view at his house.

He had nothing at home because he was alone, living a difficult life, no furniture, and was empty. It was embarrassing enough that he knew that he lived in a dilapidated place that was about to be demolished, and he didn't want to be even more embarrassing.

"I'm fine if I don't go to the hospital, you can go back." He said coldly.

Tan Mingming's shoulders suddenly shook, and Hang Qi was indeed angry. He was cold to himself, as if he had been back before liberation after these days. She was a little melancholy, looked down at her toes, a little confused. She was a little confused.

Hang Qi looked at her and obviously drove her away, but for some reason, seeing that she seemed to really have the intention to leave, his eyes suddenly became dark, as if the water source was about to be taken away.

His throat was so dry and itchy that he couldn't speak. He was silent for two seconds and wanted to close the door, but at this moment, Tan Mingming made a quick decision to stuff his schoolbag in.

The schoolbag blocked the door all of a sudden.

Hang Qi: "..."

Through the crack in the door, Tan Mingming smiled and pleaded in a low voice: "It's okay not to go to the hospital. Please let me in. I'm sorry for what happened last time, classmate Hang Qi, you have a lot of sir, so forgive me."

She broke the door frame with both hands and tried to squeeze her face in.

That look was very ridiculous. Tan Mingming originally intended to make Hang Qi laugh, but Hang Qi did not laugh, but instead looked at her, her eyes shook with dark eyelashes, and she couldn't tell what it meant in her expression.

Then, the door suddenly opened, and Tan Mingming rushed in excitedly, just about to retrieve her schoolbag, but her schoolbag did not fall to the ground, but was picked up by Hang Qi and stuffed it back into her arms.

"Close the door." Hang Qi seemed to have made up a lot of determination and turned around to walk towards the room. His voice was hoarse and astringent.

Tan Mingming immediately became happy, closed the door quickly, held his schoolbag in his arms, and glanced at him. The room was as cold and deserted as she imagined, and there was no furniture. The floor was also covered with many pieces due to the long-term moisture and damage of the old community, but Hang Qi carefully pasted it with wide transparent gel-

But despite this, there was no anger in the whole room.

There was nothing in the kitchen, only a few bags of noodles, and there was a TV that came with this rental house, but Hang Qi probably didn't watch it, so the Internet didn't connect.

In short, if your home looks like a warm home, then this room is more like a temporary place to live.

Tan Mingming felt guilty and his eyes were a little astringent. When he turned his head, Hang Qi's face was pale and bloodless because he was sick. After getting up for a while, he looked even more sick and walked towards the room, his figure was a little shaky.

She felt tight and quickly threw her schoolbag on the sofa, followed quickly, and helped the person to lie down on the bed.

"If you don't go to the hospital, have you taken your temperature? Have you taken some food? Have you taken medicine? Are you there anything cooler at home?"

Hang Qi leaned halfway against the head of the bed, but did not answer. His dark eyes looked at her for a moment, and his pale lips were pursed.

"Do I have too many questions?" Tan Mingming was a little embarrassed and decided not to ask Hang Qi. He was always taciturn, not to mention that his throat should hurt now, so it would be better to speak less. Just go find a thermometer and medicine by yourself.

Thinking of this, she quickly stood up, touched around the living room, and soon found a thermometer and a box of medicine under the TV.

She boiled some water, poured a cup, took it back, put the water and medicine beside Hang Qi's bed, and handed the thermometer over: "Take it quickly."

Hang Qi's eyes could not be separated from her, and she did not resist. Her hot fingers took the thermometer and quietly stuffed them into her clothes.

"Wait for me for five minutes, I'll get some cooler." Tan Mingming left the room, found a clean towel, and then used a small basin to pick up a little kitchen water. In winter, the water in the tap water pipe was already cold and biting, but it was better.

She went back, put the towel in cold water and wet it, wringed it out, then pinched it into a long strip, and applied it to Hang Qi's feverish forehead.

Hang Qi's eyes fell on her slender knuckles that were frozen red by cold water. Her heart seemed to be clenched by something. The cold expression on her face that she tried her best to pretend could no longer be maintained. He silently handed her the boiling water cup.

Tan Mingming was stunned for a moment, a little excited. Isn’t this because of her reckless behavior yesterday? She quickly took it over and hugged it in her palm. Her cold fingers suddenly became warm.

The room was quiet. Hang Qi was not a talkative person. He leaned silently on the bed, his face turned pale, but his dry lips were slightly better after drinking water. His eyes were on Tan Mingming.

Tan Mingming was blushed and his ears were hot. He couldn't help scratching his face, and tried to speak, saying, "You..."

"It's no big deal. Now that technology is so advanced, we'll go to the surgery after saving enough money in a few months." Tan Mingming said lighter and lighter, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "It's my fault. Then I'll sit on your right side in the future and share your headphones with you. Listen to the music on the right, and I'll listen to the left side, okay..."

Hang Qi's hand clenched in the quilt without realizing it. He half lowered his eyes, and heard every word of her clearly, hiding it in his heart.

——Then I will sit on your right from now on.

His throat suddenly became hoarse.

It's no big deal. He has been half disabled in the eyes of others for so many years, and he is used to it when he is occasionally treated with strange eyes.

He rarely uses hearing aids. Most of the time, as long as no one approaches his left ear and speaks softly, he can hear it. Besides, no one will get close to him as close to him as much.

But that day, in the laboratory, she whispered something beside him, but he didn't hear a word clearly...

That day was also the most despicable thing that Hang Qi hated himself since he was a child. It was the first time that he had such a strong sense of self-loathing. He did not want to miss every word she said to him at all, but the closer she got to murmur, the less he could not hear it. He saw her asking him, but he could not answer her...

Will she find herself strange?

She wanted to be divided into a group with her chemistry experiments because she had good chemistry grades and could help her to the greatest extent. However, if he couldn't help her, would she not want to be a group with her chemistry experiments in the future?

He was in a low mood and a little nervous, as if he was carefully and inferior, hiding one of his biggest secrets. He hoped that before he was treated, she would not discover it, and it would be better not to know it for the rest of her life.

So, when he was after school, he specially put on a hearing aid that looked like white headphones.

In this way, no matter what she says to herself, she can answer her.

But, unexpectedly, she was caught off guard and discovered...

He was panicked and cold all over. When she knew what she would think of him, would she retract her hand that she extended to him... He thought in fear that she would be afraid, surprised, disgusted, and even avoid him from now on.

But she actually...didn't.

He thought that when she came into his house and saw that his house was so poor, she would show an incredible and somewhat frowning expression.

But, neither did she.

She didn't have any, she was different from everyone.

Hang Qi's cold and hard heart seemed to be wrapped in some tenderness, and some warmth reached his heart. He lowered his eyes, with astringent, bitter, embarrassing, and inferiority in his eyes, but he quietly rekindled some starlight, even more intense than before.

...

Hang Qi was burned to 39 degrees and 50 degrees. Tan Mingming held a thermometer and looked at his pale face. He was very worried and was not in the mood to say a lot.

The hypnosis effect of cold medicine and anti-inflammatory drugs is very powerful. Perhaps because Hang Qi had a very strong fever, he couldn't control his eyelids and fight after waking up for a while.

Seeing that he seemed to be about to fall asleep, Tan Mingming stood up quietly and turned around and went out.

She touched the kitchen gently. It was already half past six and she was a little hungry. Hang Qi had drunk medicine and it would be better to take a little to fill her stomach. But it seemed a bit remote here. Tan Mingming didn't want to brave the cold wind to buy breakfast, so he planned to make some casually in the kitchen.

She opened the cabinet...

It was empty and nothing!

Tan Mingming finally settled down his mood and began to feel a little sad again.

She was not a person with a particularly sympathy. She just kept using Hang Qi to approach Hang Qi, and again and again to add points to her family, so she became no longer transparent, and felt a little guilty.

And this guilt became even stronger when he recklessly took off his headphones and discovered his secret.

This led to the fact that when she saw the empty cabinet of Hang Qi and thought that he should be lonely and sad in her daily life, the little guilt in her heart became rampant.

Tan Mingming held back the sadness in his heart, found the rice, and then started washing the rice. Although she couldn't cook any dishes, she could still cook some porridge.

There is also listening...

Tan Mingming thought while cooking porridge.
To be continued...