countdown to winter

Chapter 39

It was almost noon after the injection, Wen Xia bought lunch outside, and took Shi Xing home.

Shi Xing took medicine after lunch. The medicine probably contained sleeping ingredients, and he felt drowsy after a while. Wen Xia urged him to go to sleep, and Shi Xing fell asleep until dusk. When he woke up, his throat seemed to be on fire. the pain.

Shi Xing seldom gets sick, his body resistance is good, and he seldom goes to the hospital, so that such a vigorous illness almost kills him. I had to breathe through my mouth, but it was dry.

Wen Xia was in the kitchen, Shi Xing walked over, "Are you making some soup?"

"Come here," Wen Xia waved to him.

Shi Xing didn't know why, so he walked over, Wen Xia brushed his bangs, and put the back of his hand on his forehead.

It was a little cold, Shi Xing shrank subconsciously.

"It's still burning," Wen Xia put down her hands and brushed his hair, "Don't go to study tonight, go early tomorrow morning - I made pear soup for you, with red dates and rock sugar in it Just watch and let it go, I have to go to school."

Wen Xia needs to watch shift tonight, so he handed over the unfinished pear soup to Shi Xing, gave some instructions, and then left.

Shi Xing stared blankly at the soup in the pot.

The white water vapor, with wisps of sweetness, is attractive.

Suddenly the door opened again.

Wen Xia Yaoyao shouted: "The food is in the refrigerator, heat it yourself, don't forget to take the medicine!"

Shi Xing "puchi" laughed and nodded.

Shi Xing didn't put a lot of sugar. He actually doesn't like sweets very much, but Wen Xia seems to think that children love sweets, like adding a lot of sugar to him when drinking soy milk, and buying chocolate for cakes. I feel very greasy when I eat it, but I don't want to throw it away.

He didn't bother to tell Wen Xia that he didn't like sweets, so Wen Xia naturally thought that Shi Xing liked sweets, just like children.

Shi Xing didn't have any hot dishes, so he opened the refrigerator and saw the half cake that he hadn't had time to throw away.

There are too many double layer cakes and too much cream, it makes people feel sick to eat too much.

It's been a few days, so I definitely can't eat it.

A few days ago, he intentionally ate those rotten cakes. Unfortunately, his stomach was too resistant. He just had some abdominal pain, but he was not sick yet.

With his secret thoughts, he dialed Wen Xia's voice, pretending to be "I'm dying", just wanting to say the last words of the New Year to him.

childish.

Shi Xing thought.

When Wen Xia said that he was going to take him to the hospital, he panicked.

In the evening, he took a shower of cold water, was naked, opened the window, let the snowflakes fly on him, and waited peacefully for the next day in the cold.

Everything was going well, the gastroenteritis caused a fever.

Wen Xia didn't seem to pay attention to the doctor's words of "catching cold", which made Shi Xing heave a sigh of relief.

He went downstairs to throw the cake and went home to take the medicine.

Then Shi Xing pushed open Wen Xia's bedroom door.

Wen Xia should have to wait until 09:30 to come back.

If it takes 10 minutes on the road, it will be almost ten o'clock.

He set the alarm clock for nine forty.

Shi Xing was lying on the bed, covered with his quilt, his nose was full of Wen Xia's breath.

On the sheets, on the quilt, on the pillows.

Shi Xing felt that he was surrounded by him, his warm breath around his neck, as if Wen Xia was wrapped around him, his legs rubbed against his legs, and his arms wrapped around his neck, lingering and ambiguous.

Shi Xing died.

But he didn't care, just like when he committed suicide because of this person several times before.

He curled up, hugging his knees, and fell asleep in this unspeakable joy.

I don't know how long it has passed, but he didn't wake up from the dream, the boundless darkness wrapped him gently, and Shi Xing slept soundly.

When Shi Xing opened his eyes, he froze.

He saw white light all over the sky, bright sky, residual snow, day, and the sound of cannons.

Shi Xingbo sat up and took his phone, only to realize that he had set the wrong alarm clock, which was set at [-]:[-] this morning.

The headache has improved a lot, but his voice is still hoarse, Shi Xing went out and shouted: "Teacher Wen!"

Empty and silent.

Only then did Shi Xing realize that it was already very late, and Wen Xia probably went to see the morning self-study earlier.

He was inexplicably relieved, and was about to go to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

The bathroom door opened suddenly.

Wen Xia poked her head out: "You're definitely awake."

Shi Xing was taken aback, and stammered: "You you you you..."

Wen Xia was amused by him, let him in, and said: "It's still early, don't worry, I forgot to tell you that because of the snow, the morning self-study has been cancelled, so you can go later this morning."

Shi Xing squeezed the toothpaste and said, "Last night... where did you sleep?"

"Do you still know that you slept in my bed?" Wen Xia tapped his head, "I thought you didn't know."

"..."

"I slept in your room, what else can I do," Wen Xia said, "Today I found that your bed board is a bit hard, I will change it later."

"No, no, no," Shi Xing said vaguely with toothpaste foam in his mouth, "I don't live forever."

"Then where are you going to live during the winter vacation? Are you going home?" Wen Xia combed her hair in front of the mirror and said, "Aren't you afraid of Shi Haoran...?"

"I've survived for so many years," Shi Xing said, "The winter vacation is too long, it's inconvenient for me to stay here - don't you have to go home for the Spring Festival."

Wen Xia stopped talking.

He really had no reason to keep Shi Xing at his home. His friends all said not to let him meddle in his own business.

Shi Xing finished brushing his teeth and washed his face.

After the two had dinner, Wen Xia took him to school by bicycle.

After riding not too far, Wen Xia suddenly asked him: "It's almost the final exam."

"Well," Shi Xing said, "it will be next week."

"It's going to be the third year of high school. Where do you want to take the test?" Wen Xia crossed the intersection, and the green light just turned red. "I think your grades are really good now. You just need to improve your Chinese later—for mathematics, You can remember the wrong question after reading it once, and you don’t need to bother, which is very good.”

Shi Xing said "No".

He suddenly said, "I want to be a policeman."

Wen Xia stopped the car suddenly, Shi Xing bumped his head against Wen Xia's back, Wen Xia stretched his legs and asked him, "Why do you still want to...be a policeman?"

"Teacher Wen, if you don't hurry up, you're really going to be late."

Wen Xia started to ride again, Shi Xing said softly, "I think being a policeman is good, I just think it's handsome, nothing else."

Without knowing it, Wen Xia frowned.

It has been more than ten years since his father left him, but he still clearly remembers that day, when he rode a mountain bike and went home, he heard his mother's crying through the door, and he heard various comforts, all gathered into two words.

"Condolences."

He never denied that his father was a hero, but he also blamed him.Every time his mother goes out, people will look at her with strange eyes, and she seems to feel supreme.Wen Xia wanted her mother to remarry more than once to get rid of this pain.

But it seems that everything tacitly agrees that the mother should guard her father for the rest of her life. She is the wife of a hero.

As time went by, Wen Xia buried a complex emotion about this profession in her heart.

Now when Shi Xing mentioned it again, he suddenly felt a little unacceptable.

But Wen Xia is also very clear that he has no right to interfere with Shi Xing's thoughts.

He is an individual.

He has the right to choose whether to skydive into space or run in the desert.

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