Zheng Lirong rubbed the corners of her eyes, straightened up and looked at Lin Nianhe: "It's been arranged. When can you make arrangements?"
"Then tomorrow night, just take someone there to pick up the things." Lin Nianhe raised the corner of his mouth, "You probably don't have much time."
"Well... OK, then tomorrow night."
Zheng Lirong really didn't have much time. If she didn't go back, trouble would come again.
She was also a little confused as to why Lin Nianhe could prepare things so quickly, but after thinking about it, she understood - probably because of what happened before, she also had a lot of goods in her hands.
Zheng Lirong didn't want to think about it in detail, let alone ask about it.
That night, she stayed in the Shili Brigade, holding her children in her arms, and stayed up all night.
Uncle Guan's house was some distance away from the educated youth spot, so she didn't know what happened there.
"Aqiu——cough cough cough...Aqiu——"
At midnight, Lin Nianhe returned from "delivery", climbed over the wall and returned to the hut, and started sneezing before taking a shower.
"It's terrible, it's so cold in the Northeast right now..."
Her hands and feet were so cold that she quickly took out two heaters from the space and turned them on to the maximum.
There are advantages to having a small house. After a while, the temperature inside the room rose.
Lin Nianhe felt a little dizzy. After washing briefly, he put on thick fluffy pajamas and got into bed.
Half asleep and half awake, she felt cold and hot at times. Relying on her experience of being sick many times, she sat up with her sore body, took the antipyretic medicine from the space, took it, added a quilt to herself, and then fell back on the kang.
A sip of iced coffee knocked Lin Nianhe down.
"Sister Lan really got it right...the vegetables and tofu are stronger than me..."
The next day, Lin Nianhe sat on the kang wrapped in a quilt, eating millet porridge in Wang Shumei's hand and muttering hoarsely.
"Please stop saying a few words," Wang Shumei said to her. "I'll go find the team leader later. If Daxi doesn't go to the ground, ask her to accompany you to the health center."
"No need." Lin Nianhe shook his head, "I've taken the medicine. I'll be fine if I sleep for a while."
Wang Shumei looked at her and didn't believe Lin Nianhe's words.
Other people can recover from colds by taking some medicine, but Lin Nianhe...
Wang Shumei suggested: "How about calling Comrade Su and asking him to take care of you?"
"No, no, no, no, he has to go to work too." Lin Nianhe wrapped the quilt tighter again, "Sister Shumei, I'm really fine, I won't lie to you."
"You...okay, I'll come back to see you after class."
"okay."
After Lin Nianhe finished eating, he lay down on the kang again, rubbed for a while, and fell asleep again after a while.
Wang Shumei asked for sick leave for Lin Nianhe. Principal Wu took a look at her and saw that she was asleep, so he had to go back to the village primary school to teach for her.
Not long after Principal Wu left, Zheng Lirong also came.
She learned about Lin Nianhe's illness after sending Zheng Shan and Bai Xiaojun to school. After settling the two children, she immediately came to the educated youth center.
"Sister, sister? Wake up, I'll take you to the health center."
"Well……"
Lin Nianhe opened her eyes dizzily, and could vaguely tell that the person speaking was Zheng Lirong. She shook her head and buried her face in the quilt: "I'm fine, Sister Lirong... Just sleep for a while..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? You're already burning your hands." Zheng Lirong said as she started to find clothes for Lin Nianhe.
Lin Nianhe stretched out a small hand from the quilt and grabbed her finger.
She opened her eyes just a slit, swallowed, and then said: "No, if I go to the health center... Brother Yun Cheng will definitely know... You will be in trouble when you get the goods tonight..."
Zheng Lirong was startled, feeling that the hand holding her fingertips was extremely hot.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Then wait until tomorrow. If not, I'll wait until you recover."
"You have no time..."
After Lin Nianhe murmured, his eyes closed again.
Zheng Lirong stood in the dark room, listening to Lin Nianhe's rapid breathing. She stayed there for a moment and then ran out quickly.
When Lin Nianhe opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar ceiling of the health center.
She blinked her eyes, and then closed them hard - so hard that she felt like she was in a health center.
"Why didn't you say you were sick?"
Lin Nianhe closed his eyes and rolled them around.
Haha, she was hallucinating, she actually heard Su Yuncheng's voice.
"well……"
After sighing softly, a slightly cool hand was placed on Lin Nianhe's forehead.
The cool touch forced her brain to wake up. Lin Nianhe pursed her lips, trembled her eyelashes twice, and slowly opened her eyes.
This time, what she saw was not the ceiling of the health center, but the face in the pit of her heart.
"Brother Yun Cheng." She looked innocent, as if she had just woken up.
Su Yuncheng moved his hand away, looked at her and said, "There's still a bit of fever."
"Yeah." Lin Nianhe nodded obediently and lay motionless on the bed.
She rolled her eyes and saw no one else, so she tentatively asked, "Who sent me here?"
"Wen Zhiqing," Su Yuncheng replied, "I didn't know until Feng Wei met her on the road."
"I see……"
Lin Nianhe breathed a sigh of relief.
It would have been better if Zheng Lirong had not sent her here.
"Nianhe."
"Um?"
"Are you hiding something from me?"
"ah?"
Lin Nianhe tugged at the corner of the quilt, his face began to turn red unconsciously, and his voice became a little weak: "I, I don't have it..."
Su Yuncheng looked at her with deep eyes: "You were talking in your sleep just now."
"Ah? What did I say?"
Lin Nianhe's cold sweat suddenly fell down.
If her body hadn't allowed it, she would have jumped up from the bed.
Talking in sleep!
What did she say? Didn't he talk about space and time travel?
Su Yuncheng stared into her eyes and said slowly: "You keep saying, 'Don't let brother Yuncheng know', Nianhe, what can't you let me know?"
Lin Nianhe: "Ahahaha, are you saying this? Hahaha, you listen to me making it up, ah no, you listen to my quibbles...ah, bah, you listen to me!"
Su Yuncheng: "Okay, you make it up."
Lin Nianhe flattened his mouth, glanced at him, and said, "Can I have a drink of water first? My throat is so dry."
This way of interrupting the conversation was not really clever, but Su Yuncheng still gave her some warm water first. He held the back of her neck with one hand to help her up, and put the enamel jar to her lips with the other hand.
Lin Nianhe sipped the water in small sips, and his brain, which was slightly sluggish due to the fever, was working hard, thinking about how he should get rid of this sentence.
Su Yuncheng saw that she was holding water in her mouth but not swallowing, so he moved the enamel jar and asked her, "Has it been compiled?"
Lin Nianhe: "..."
She swallowed the water in her mouth with a gulp, raised her eyes and stared into Su Yuncheng's eyes, and whispered, "I'm afraid it will affect your work."
Su Yuncheng nodded and said, "Rewrite it."
Lin Nianhe stared into his smiling eyes and suddenly blushed.
She lowered her eyes, bit her lower lip, and whispered like a mosquito, "I'm just afraid that you will dislike my poor health..."
Su Yuncheng: "...!"
(End of chapter)
