Dong Qiangqiang poked at the door for a minute. The door didn't open, and Du Lan didn't say a word. It was as if the scene just now hadn't happened at all, so he had to knock on the door again.
"Du Lan. Why don't you open the door?"
"Didn't I tell you not to come here first?" Du Lan complained in the room, "Why are you here anyway?"
"Didn't you say you wanted to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together last time?" Dong Qiangqiang was not anxious or annoyed, "I know you want to lead a group, I will just wait until you get off the group. It's the same as last time, I understand."
There was silence in the room for a while, and Du Lan didn't answer his words.
Dong Qiangqiang felt that Du Lan was a little weird. Just as he was about to knock again, the door creaked open, and a figure was hidden behind the door.
"Give me the flowers."
He looked intently and couldn't help but laugh: "Why are you wearing a mask in the house in broad daylight?"
Du Lan behind the door not only wore a mask, but also had his hair spread out in front of his forehead. It was being blown back and forth by the breeze in the hallway next to the door. He looked very unlucky, completely different from Du Lan's sassy style in the past.
A hint of resentment flashed in Du Lan's eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Today's group is troublesome. I don't want you to wait for a long time. I'll take the flowers and go back to review. Well, happy Mid-Autumn Festival!"
Seeing that Dong Qiangqiang did not take the initiative to present flowers, a jade hand stretched out from behind the door quietly. In the blink of an eye, the flower in Dong Qiangqiang's hand changed hands.
Dong Qiangqiang leaned forward with a smile: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Teacher Du!"
Du Lan waved his hand inside the door, signaling Dong Qiangqiang to leave. He was about to close the door when he found that the door that had been tightly closed just now could not be closed at this time.
Her eyes dropped, and she immediately saw the reason.
Dong Qiangqiang's left foot was blocked between the door frame and the door at some point.
Before she could speak, Dong Qiangqiang pushed with his right hand and squeezed in.
Du Lan looked up and saw a smiling face: "I came all the way here and you just let me go without even giving me a drink?"
"Hey, you... why did you come in?" Du Lan knew something was wrong and could only move back.
He looked around and saw that the curtains in the room were hung high, the windows were closed, and the furniture was in the same position as before. He also vaguely caught sight of the quilt on Du Lan's bedroom bed being balled up and scattered on the bed. He quickly looked away.
What is certain is that there was no third person in the house.
He sniffed unconsciously. There was an indescribable smell in the air, as if there had been no ventilation for a long time.
The windows of Dulan's house are three-layer laminated soundproof glass. When closed, any sound from the street will not be transmitted into the house, and the sound insulation is excellent. In other words, if the windows are not opened, the air in the house will not flow and stay fresh.
"Did I tell you to rest?" Although he knew that Du Lan was already awake when he came, Dong Qiangqiang still asked knowingly.
Du Lan shook his head: "No."
The voice was still full of energy. Dong Qiangqiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He initially judged from the voice that Du Lan did not have a fever or diarrhea.
He walked to the window in a few steps and opened the curtains with a smile: "Then why do you keep the curtains open in broad daylight? And don't open the windows for ventilation?"
When the curtain opened, the light entered the room as domineeringly as Dong Qiangqiang. The room suddenly became much brighter.
Du Lan made no sound to stop his movement, but he unconsciously took two steps back, as if he wanted to escape into the darkness of the room.
She leaned her body against the wall, her head hanging lower, her hair and mask covering her face, as if she was afraid of light.
In Dong Qiangqiang's impression, Du Lan was not a sloppy girl, so he couldn't help but wonder: "Are you okay?"
"Thank you for the flowers. I'm fine. But I want to rest now. Can you go out for a walk first?" Du Lan didn't mention leading the group again.
"Are you sick?" Seeing that the other person just wanted to leave, Dong Qiangqiang was sure that something was wrong with Du Lan, but she refused to say anything, so he could only walk towards her and raise his hand to touch the other person's forehead, "You should eat if you catch a cold. Got a bad stomach?"
"Don't come over!" Du Lan suddenly shouted.
Dong Qiangqiang was startled by her sudden shout. He stood there and slowly lowered his hand.
"Are you okay?" he asked cautiously, "I just care about what happened to you."
"I'm... very good. Can you leave for a while now?" Du Lan begged.
"If you are sick, you should see a doctor." Dong Qiangqiang persuaded him kindly, "If you are inconvenient to tell me, we can go to the emergency room. Just tell the doctor."
Du Lan said no more.
The curtains were blown up and down by the wind that poured into the room. The awkward atmosphere made Dong Qiangqiang feel awkward.
He couldn't understand why Du Lan didn't let him come to Munich last night, and then drove him away after meeting today. Without thinking, he moved his eyes from the curtains to Du Lan's face, and saw the tired eyes on the mask.
He felt he had to find out.
Seeing Dong Qiangqiang getting closer and closer to him, Du Lan's eyes were more surprised than frightened, and his voice almost broke: "Don't come here. It's dangerous!"
He stood still in front of her: "Then tell me, what dangers do I face by being close to you?"
"I..." Du Lan's breathing became rapid, and his mask bulged and deflated, as if he was hesitating whether to tell Dong Qiangqiang the secret.
There was no sound around, and the wind calmly stopped.
Dong Qiangqiang suddenly picked up her hand and felt that the tentacles were cold, as if they were boneless.
Before he could grasp it, she had already withdrawn her hand.
"Stop guessing." Du Lan looked frustrated, "Chickenpox. I got chickenpox last night."
"Chickenpox?" Dong Qiangqiang was stunned for half a second, and then he noticed that on Du Lan's face, where the mask could not cover, there were several red envelopes half the size of the fingernail of his little finger.
"You should leave quickly. The doctor said (chickenpox) is an acute infectious disease. Do you understand? It is an infectious disease." Du Lan urged and threatened, "So the farther away you are from me now, the better. If you stay here any longer, you may Come on, don’t blame me if you can’t participate in the class-free talk later..."
As she was speaking, Dong Qiangqiang blinked slyly: "I thought something was wrong, but it turned out to be just chickenpox."
"'Just chicken pox'?" Du Lan's face turned even more ugly. Fortunately, he was covered by a mask. "If you can't speak, don't speak. No one will treat you as a mute."
"Everyone got it in kindergarten. How could someone your age get chickenpox?"
"Hateful! Can you blame me for this?" Du Lan said bitterly, "A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory. Also, who do you think is old?"
"Okay, okay, I made a mistake." While Du Lan wasn't paying attention, Dong Qiangqiang picked up her hand again, and this time he carefully covered Du Lan's hand with his own.
Du Lan twitched hard, but finally couldn't pull it out again.
"Aren't you afraid of infection?" Du Lan's eyes widened, veins looming on his forehead, "The doctor said you need to self-isolate..."
Dong Qiangqiang smiled and put his index finger on her mask: "Last time I wanted to drive you away, but you scolded me back. This time, God must have heard my prayer and gave me such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to equalize. This time No matter how you scold me, I will not leave until you recover."
"But you have to go for an interview next week. What if..." Although Dong Qiangqiang's confession moved Du Lan, her rationality did not disappear. She didn't want Dong Qiangqiang to resent her for it in the future. .
"Don't worry, I won't get it."
"Why?" Du Lan was puzzled by Dong Qiangqiang's determination. No German doctor had ever given her such a feeling.
"Hey, you seem to know a lot, but you don't even know this. People who have had chickenpox usually don't get it a second time, and I've also been vaccinated. With this double insurance, the chance of getting chickenpox again is It’s as low as my chance of winning a lottery of 100 million euros.” After Dong Qiangqiang finished speaking, he also showed the scar left after vaccination on his right arm.
"What if..." Du Lan was doubtful.
"There is no chance!" Dong Qiangqiang comforted him softly, "Even if there is, seeing that you are in love with me for the first time, I am willing to go through fire and water for you."
"Who first fell in love with you? Virtue." Du Lan breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that Dong Qiangqiang would not be infected by him. At the same time, a long-lost sweetness surged in his heart.
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