He called her - he had never called her since the first day of the first lunar month. How long has it been? Ten days? Half a month? One year? It seems that decades have passed, I remembered that
All memories - the phone was connected, and the other person heard a "heat" sound. He couldn't speak. What did he say to her? He said he was sick and needed her to take care of him? He said he was pitiful and had no one to take care of him.
A wild dog that was abandoned? Which man could afford such a shameless face? He quietly cut off the phone and lay back.
In this world, no one will really care about themselves anymore. The whole world has abandoned themselves.
Li Huan was lying in □□, her eyes were wet, and she never knew that men would be so sad and narcissistic.
The phone rang again, and he answered, Feng Feng hesitantly said: "Li Huan, are you uncomfortable?"
Only she knew! She knew herself, she knew herself the best. His calm voice: "No, I just dialed the wrong number." Then he hung up the phone, and a tear fell in his eyes.
He wiped his face, lay there and didn't move. The whole world was dark and there was no trace of light.
Someone knocked on the door, one after another.
He struggled to get up, thinking that he was the one who used the water to measure the air, and no one would come to visit him except them.
The door opened, and his voice was unstable, as if in a dream: "Feng Feng...what are you doing?"
She came in and lit up all the lights in the room, and her voice was faint: "I heard you have a cold, come and see. Have you eaten?"
She was holding the porridge she bought on the road in her hand, which was still hot in a thermal box. There were also some fruits that Li Huan usually liked and some regular medicines.
She looked at him several times and touched his forehead. He immediately brushed away her hand. She retracted her hand awkwardly. His forehead was very hot, and she didn't care about his coldness. She immediately said, "Li Huan, do you have any worries?"
Or go to the hospital?"
Li Huan stood there, unable to say a word. After a while, he shook his head and said coldly: "I have nothing to do, you go."
"It's a cold. If you have a rest and drink more water, you will get better soon."
"You don't have to worry about me, you go."
His voice was very cold. She seemed to have not heard it, so she poured him hot water with a cup, took out the medicine, and handed it to him: "Let's take the medicine first."
Her voice had a magical power, and Li Huan could not resist, and took it as obediently as a child.