Tears either flowed out or rushed without gaps or pauses. They were completely out of control and slid down so wildly. He himself could even clearly feel the warm tears drew out the traces on his face one by one and then quickly connected into one piece.

For so long, Jiang Cheng felt that he had eliminated all distracting thoughts. He had never thought about anything except reviewing. At most, when he reviewed, he habitually needed to see Gu Fei from the corner of his eyes to be at ease.

Apart from that, there was nothing extra in his mind. When he was chatting today, he realized that someone in the next class fell ill and had some fights. From the third floor to the first floor, the noise was quite loud, and he didn't even know it at all.

His brain has been filled with his nerves for so long, until now.

All the burdens were relieved, all the pressure was thrown away, all the emotions were returned to the body, like a stuffy can in my body, suddenly opened the lid, what I saw, what I heard, and felt suddenly became clearer, even more clearly than before.

In this state, when he suddenly saw Gu Fei's tired expression and heard his slightly weak voice, Jiang Cheng seemed to suddenly remember the various complex pressures that Gu Fei had been under over the past few months.

The annoyance and heartache at this moment was unbearable.

Gu Fei is just like this day, taking care of his family and the store, and taking care of him. He has to take time to accompany Gu Miao, taking time to take care of the store, purchasing goods, and checking recipes every day to make nutritious meals for him, and having to accompany him to review

He always felt that he was very tired and had a hard time reviewing, but he never paid attention to it. In this way, Gu Fei, who was spinning around every day, stayed with him until midnight every day before falling asleep. Gu Fei, who must have gotten up when he woke up, was so tired.

Compared to his simple and single "tiring", Gu Fei's fatigue is harder to bear.

"I'm sorry," Jiang Cheng hugged Gu Fei, feeling that Gu Fei was like a hot little stove, which made him feel nervous, "Gu Fei sorry."

"I'm afraid you'll say this," Gu Fei might have relaxed, or it's really burned now, and his voice began to feel hoarse, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid you'll say this."

"I really" Jiang Cheng lowered his head and rubbed his tears on his shoulder, but as soon as he finished rubbing, the tears poured out again almost without pause, "I really haven't thought about whether you will be tired during this period."

"I don't feel tired myself," Gu Fei rubbed his back gently, "Besides, there are many people who are sick after the exam."

"Don't blame me," Jiang Cheng tried hard to control his tears. He couldn't even say anything well. He wanted to suck as soon as he opened his mouth. He kissed Gu Fei's neck. When his lips touched his hot skin, he finally stopped a little tears that poured out again, "Don't blame me."

"I didn't blame you," Gu Fei smiled, "How could I blame you? I didn't even connect this matter with you."

"Stop talking," Jiang Cheng hugged him tightly, "I feel distressed when I hear you."

"Yes." Gu Fei responded and didn't say anything.

Jiang Cheng closed his eyes and hugged him tightly until his waist became a little sore and then let go.

But Gu Fei didn't move. He turned his head and found that Gu Fei was sleeping on his shoulder.

Jiang Cheng supported the backrest of the sofa with one hand to keep himself balanced, held Gu Fei with the other hand, slowly put him on the sofa, then ran into the room, took a small pillow and stuffed it under his head, and then took a quilt to cover him, covering him with his whole body.

After doing this, Jiang Cheng stood in the middle of the living room, not knowing what else to do.

After a moment of being stunned, he twisted a towel and carefully placed it on Gu Fei's forehead.

He originally wanted to use an ice towel, but Gu Fei was sleeping very well now, so he didn't want to wake Gu Fei up.

After walking around the house for a few times, he took a small stool, sat in front of the sofa, staring at Gu Fei's face.

Gu Fei's face was a little flushed, and he didn't know if it was covered by a quilt or a fever, but maybe it was both. He turned around and took the thermometer and took a look at Gu Fei.

The body temperature is still 383, and there is no change. Of course, there will be no major changes in just a few minutes.

After a while, he reached out to take off the towel. Just then, the towel was warm when it was taken down. He went into the bathroom and twisted it again with cold water, took it out and put it on Gu Fei's forehead.

Gu Fei has always been in good health. Jiang Cheng has never seen him sick in his memory and has never caught a cold. People who don’t get sick often will always be a little aggressive once they get sick.

Jiang Cheng took his body temperature twice, once 383 and once 384.

Damn, why are you still rising?

He couldn't sit still, remembering what Gu Fei said, "Electronic inaccuracy", so he rushed out of the door quickly and rode his bike to the community hospital.

Buy a physical thermometer and go to the community hospital to ask if you can get some medicine.

As soon as he rushed to the hospital door, he saw Li Yan coming out of Gu Fei’s store, holding his cell phone and dialing while squatting on the steps at the door.

"Li Yan!" Jiang Cheng called him.

"Hey?" Li Yan turned his head, "Why are you here alone? I'm calling Gu Fei, he"

"Don't fight, don't fight!" Jiang Cheng jumped out of the car, "He is sleeping with a fever!"

"Fever?" Li Yan hung up the phone, a little surprised, "He has a fever? Is he so healthy that he still has a fever like the Bull Demon King?"

"Who knows if the Bull Demon King never has a fever?" Jiang Cheng said, "You are not Princess Iron Fan either."

"What if I am," Li Yan tsk, "How many degrees?"

"It's more than 38 degrees. I'm afraid that the electronics will not be measured accurately, so I want to buy a mercury type." Jiang Cheng frowned.

Li Yan and he went to the community hospital together. The doctor gave Jiang Cheng a mercury thermometer and two antipyretic drugs: "I just finished the exam and fell ill a lot. There should be no problem. Take the medicine later and ask him to drink more water to prevent dehydration. If it has not receded at night or the temperature has risen, come and check if there are any other problems."

Jiang Cheng took the thermometer and medicine, and then came out of the community hospital and remembered to ask Li Yan: "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you think you're over and have a meal after the exam?" Li Yan said, "Who knew he was still sick."

"Then" Jiang Cheng looked at him.

"Don't worry about me, hurry up and go back and serve," Li Yan looked at the time, "I'll be here for a while, just close the door later."

"What's the fuck?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"As soon as I came, she took Ermiao out to buy clothes and was with that little husband." Li Yan said.

"Oh," Jiang Cheng nodded, stepped onto the bicycle and asked again, "If you want to steam egg custard, is it?"

"What kind of chicken is the soup? Don't eat high protein when you have a fever," Li Yan interrupted him and thought for a while, "If you want to eat, you will have white porridge, vegetarian noodles or something."

"That's so bad," Jiang Cheng sighed, "Can you continue to eat?"

"Don't worry, he can tolerate it very much," said Li Yan. "You can eat even if the shit is not smelly."

"Hey!" Jiang Cheng looked at him and sighed very hard.

"Tell the truth," Li Yan smiled, "Go back quickly."

Li Yan's words were quite disgusting, but it seemed to be true. Gu Fei was very capable of tolerating, no matter what, without any movement.

He could even imagine how Gu Fei looked when he was very upset about Bai Porridge and Vegetarian Noodles.

So I felt sad again.

"Does there any noodles in his store?" Jiang Cheng asked, "Is it very high-end and delicious?"

"Waiting for me to get it for you," Li Yan turned around and returned to the store. He quickly took a bag of noodles and a few bottles of seasonings and handed them to him. "I cooked this last time. It was very smooth and tasted good. There are also these seasonings. You can watch it and put it on."

"Okay." Jiang Cheng hung the bag on the handlebar and rode the car and rushed back to the rental house.

Gu Fei is still sleeping, and it seems that he has never woken up.

He took the things into the kitchen and put them in, took out the towel and passed the water again, and put them on Gu Fei's forehead.

The electronic thermometer was still measured at 382 degrees, and there was no big change. He carefully lifted the quilt and wanted to hold the mercury thermometer for Gu Fei. As soon as his hand touched Gu Fei's arm, Gu Fei snorted softly: "Hmm?"

"You sleep, go to bed," Jiang Cheng quickly whispered, "I'm just taking your temperature."

"Brother Cheng." Gu Fei called him vaguely.

"Hmm?" Jiang Cheng responded while stuffing his thermometer.

"I feel uncomfortable." Gu Fei hummed with his eyes closed.

His voice was still hoarse and a hint of grievance in his tone. Jiang Cheng could no longer bear it when he heard it. He felt so distressed that he was a little bit twitching his lungs, and his nose felt sore.

"I know, I know," Jiang Cheng retightened the quilt and gently touched his face. "If you hold on for a while, I took the medicine, and then took some food and then took the medicine."

"What to eat?" Gu Fei asked.

"I just met Li Yan," said Jiang Cheng, "He said that if you have a fever, you should be lighter, white porridge or plain noodles."

"This bastard," Gu Fei whispered, "must have done it on purpose."

"Then what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Gu Fei hummed twice, didn't know what he said, and then fell asleep again.

Jiang Cheng probably was complaining about his cooking skills, but he still had no problem with white porridge and noodles. After all, he always cooked noodles himself before.

But Gu Fei didn't say what he wanted to eat before falling asleep again, so he got up and went into the kitchen and cooked the porridge first. As for the white porridge, just add water and rice, and mix the rice cooker to the porridge. It's still very simple.

As soon as he pressed the button, the phone in his pocket rang. He looked at it in a panic and didn't even look at it. As soon as he took out the phone, he pressed it to answer, for fear that a little extra sound would wake Gu Fei up.

"Who?" he asked.

"Damn Cheng'er?" Pan Zhi's voice came from over there, "Did you delete my number?"

"Why should I delete your number?" Jiang Cheng closed the kitchen door.

"Then ask me who I am! Did you not have a caller ID?" Pan Zhi said.

"I didn't see it," said Jiang Cheng, "What's the matter?"

"Fuck me," Pan Zhi's voice felt sad and angry, "Now I'm fine, can't I call you?"

"Ask aloud." Jiang Cheng said.

"But I'm really fine, I'm fine," Pan Zhi said, "How is it? Do you feel very good after the exam?"

"It's okay." Jiang Cheng smiled.

"Have you met the answer? Is there any problem with taking the B-level exam or something?" Pan Zhi asked.

"It's not right, you'll know if you get the points," said Jiang Cheng. "It just feels okay, I'm too lazy to bother with it."
To be continued...