Picking the stars

Pei Ji didn't sleep well and didn't have a complete sleep all night. There was a string in her mind that was stretched, which kept her awake all the time.

She dreamed of many people, many things, in a very gloomy background, she was not there, she was just a bystander.

She woke up several times, and when she fell asleep, she would dream again, so she didn't struggle at all.

She felt that someone had caught her, she opened her eyes, her dream was broken, and her bedroom and Song Er were greeted by her.

"You have a fever." Song Er said worriedly. She pressed her forehead with heart, and it was so hot. "I'll pour you water."

Pei Ji still couldn't react, the light in the bedroom gave her a feeling of tearing between dreams and reality.

Song Er came back soon. She brought a glass of water and a thermometer.

"Drink a little first." She brought the cup to Pei Ji's side.

Warm.

Pei Ji took a sip, only to find that his throat was very hot and his breathing was hot. She swallowed twice and felt her tongue bitter.

Song Er disinfected the thermometer with alcohol, and Wen Sheng said to Pei Ji: "Professor, open your mouth."

Pei Ji opened his mouth obediently, raised his tongue, and accommodated the thermometer.

After pressing the timer inside, Song Er said, "Your forehead is very hot. If the temperature is high, we will ask the doctor to come and show you at home, okay?"

Pei Ji didn't say yes or bad. He raised his eyes and looked out the window. It was still dark, without a trace of light.

Probably not before five o'clock in the morning.

Song Er didn't get her response, his eyes were full of worry. She sat down next to the bed, but instead of next to Pei Ji, she left a little distance.

When the time came, she said: "It's okay."

Pei Ji took out the thermometer, turned on the light, and glanced at it for nineteen degrees.

After she finished reading, Song Er took it over.

After a glance, she immediately picked it up: "I'll call the doctor."

"No." Pei Ji was unwilling.

Song Er had to appease her: "The temperature is too high. You need to see a doctor if you are sick. You should know this best."

Pei Ji still said, "No."

She looked at Song Er with stubborn eyes.

Song Wei had no choice but to say: "Then we take some anti-fever medicine?" Before Pei Ji refused, she said, "The pill is not bitter. It is quick to swallow it."

Pei Ji watched the pleading gradually appearing in her eyes, lowered her eyes and nodded.

Song Weisheng was afraid that she would repent, and said hurriedly: "I'll get medicine."

There is a medicine cabinet at home, which contains commonly used medicines. Song Er carefully read the instructions and dosage, took the pills, and let Pei Ji swallow them.

Pei Ji swallowed the medicine and lay down again.

Song Er covered her with a quilt and thought of a physical way to cool her down. Pei Ji opened his eyes and said, "You also sleep."

She looks like this, Song Er can not sleep.

"Professor will go to bed first, I'll get a towel to wet you." Song Er warmly coaxed her, "wipe it for you, it will be more comfortable, soon, it will be fine."

Pei Ji insisted: "You also sleep."

Her face was flushed unnaturally, her lips were dry because of the fever, but her eyes were still clean and caring. She remembered that Song Er was just discharged from the hospital and needed a rest.

Song Er couldn't tell what it was like, the only thought was that if she could replace the professor to get sick, it would be fine. She lay down obediently and said, "Okay, then the professor should sleep well."

Pei Ji closed his eyes.

But she couldn't sleep anymore. The body is very hot, the breath that comes out is also hot, the throat is dry, dizzy, and the location of the temples vibrates suddenly like a piling.

Pei Ji was uncomfortable.

Song Wei slept in a place away from her. Pei Ji knew that because of her resistance, Song Wei didn't dare to get too close to her for fear of making her angry.

But she really wanted her to come by her side so that she wouldn't be empty around her. Like she was always alone.

But Song Wei always let her go, and she was used to her. She was not happy, so she stayed away, and when she was willing to talk to her, she came closer and put her paw on her like a kitten. , Act softly to her.

But Pei Ji regretted it. She didn't want Song Ye to be so far away. She wanted Song Ye to be closer. As she promised, she was from her side.

She regretted it, but Song Wei never came.

She turned over in discomfort, and her body was as hot as burning in a stove.

"Is it very uncomfortable? Call a doctor, OK?" Song Er said behind her.

Pei Ji turned his back to her, tightened his eyebrows, and said nothing.

There was a slight movement on the other side of the bed. Song Wei got closer. She touched her forehead carefully, and quickly moved away. She was a little anxious: "It doesn't cool down, it seems to be hotter, so I can't help but see a doctor. "

She finally became strong, as if worried that Pei Ji would object, did not give her a meeting, picked it up while talking, and dialed the phone.

When Pei Ji listened to her telling the phone about her symptoms and reported her home address, she tilted her head and buried her face in the pillow.

When Song Wei finished speaking, she put it down and told Pei Ji: "The doctor will be here soon." After she finished speaking, she thought that the professor had refused to see the doctor. She called the doctor and violated her meaning. She was probably more I don't think she belongs to her anymore.

Song Yi looked at Pei Ji's refusal to communicate, with a deep sense of powerlessness.

The doctor lived not far away and came quickly.

Song Ye put the quilt on Pei Ji before going to open the door.

After the doctor came in, he moved very lightly. He first measured his body temperature, and then asked Fei Ji a few questions. Pei Ji answered, the doctor had counted, and prescribed medicine for her. He also said that for such a high body temperature, salt water must be used.

He brought everything, and soon he was prepared with medicine to give Pei Ji an injection.

The needle pierced her back, and Pei Ji didn't feel anything, but Song Wei, who was watching, tightened his eyebrows, comforting Pei Ji and said, "It's all right after a while."

It seemed to hurt more than when she got the needle in the hospital.

After the doctor finished the injection, he said he would come back tomorrow morning and left.

The window was darkly lit, and it was almost dawn.

Song Wei hadn't slept almost all night. She stood by the bed and touched Pei Ji's face. It was still hot and a little sweaty. She remembers that if she sweats after a fever, she can dissipate the heat in the body and reduce the fever.

Song Er felt more at ease, wiped Pei Ji's face with a wet towel, and then found a square towel soaked and wrung out, and put it on her forehead, so that it can cool down and make her more comfortable.

Pei Ji opened her eyes. She was getting more and more dizzy, but she couldn't sleep. She looked at Song Ye and still did not speak, but when she looked at Song Ye, her eyes were fragile and aggrieved. She clearly wanted Song Ye to give her a hug. Can get closer to her.

She is too bad at ingratiating and acting like a baby, so that she can't say what she thinks.

She seems to be the loneliest tree in the forest. Even if there are many trees around her, she is an isolated tree. She has been alone for too long and has never relied on others. When the person she likes is there By her side, she couldn't express when she wanted her to hold her and hurt her.

But Song Wei understood, she lay down beside Pei Ji, carefully not to touch the infusion tube, and tentatively hugged her. Pei Ji did not refuse, and Song Wei took her whole person into his arms with peace of mind.

"Sleep for a while." Song Wei said softly in her ear, "I will always be there, like you are with me in the hospital, I will always be with you, when you wake up, I will still be here. ."

When this kind of illness, some people care, hug, and some comfort feel too unfamiliar. Pei Ji was not used to it at first, but slowly she liked the feeling of being accommodated and cared.

She moved, closed her eyes, wanted to sleep, but couldn't sleep. She opened her eyes and found that Song Wei was staring at her, her beautiful eyes were full of Pei Ji.

Pei Ji thought, if Song Wei is full of her eyes, then she must care about her very much, and perhaps meet her requirements.

"I want to hear bedtime stories." Pei Ji said.

Song Er smiled and said without any hesitation: "Okay, let me think about it, which story is the number one in the story of coaxing the baby to sleep."

Pei Ji was a little uncomfortable, but she didn't refute, just closed her eyes and waited.

Song Wei thought for a while, and compiled Pei Ji’s favorite cell adventures on the spot, speaking slowly and softly, as if he was really coaxing the child to sleep, and as if he was making up for that Pei Ji had never heard of it when he was young. That bedtime story.

This story, to Pei Ji, was both unreasonable and too romantic, but she unexpectedly liked it very much. She relaxed her tight nerves in Song Er's soft voice, and then gradually fell asleep in this unreasonable and unrealistic story.

"In the end, Xiao Cell defeated the evil virus and saved her beloved good friend." Song Er said the last sentence and found that the child in her arms was asleep.

Song Wei lowered his head, kissed the child's forehead, and said softly: "Good night, my baby."