CHAPTER 11- SICK

Sheng Wang is a person who does not like to chat on WeChat, because typing is really troublesome.

Like this "friend added successfully" prompt interface, he won't even click on it, let alone send a message to "start chatting". Because the real relationship does not pay attention to these procedures, and the relationship is general, once the conversation starts, the follow-up process can be imagined——

Let’s make a couple of emojis to warm up the scene first, and then exchange a few words about a series of recent situations, and then talk about something to show our closeness. If it’s too embarrassing to be embarrassed, you have to make two emojis to exit politely.

After walking down this set, it took at least ten or twenty minutes, or a long time at most. He had seen a lot in Sheng Mingyang, and he was tired just looking at it.

It was 2:23 a.m. Beijing time, so silly x chose to chat awkwardly at this time.

With that in mind, Sheng Wang erased the WeChat interface and switched back to the game to start a round. Maybe it was because the hand was disturbed, maybe it was because he was sleepy, and he sacrificed to the sky in just three minutes.

Sheng Wang lost his interest in continuing to play, and did not want to put down his phone immediately. Then he cut the app boredly, as if the emperor was on a tour. After a round of frequently used apps, it was WeChat’s turn before knew it.

The dialog box of the full stop next door still occupies the top position, but it is empty after clicking it.

The emperor was lying on the quilt and biting his lips. After thinking for a moment, he reached out and poked the emoji bar. After a while, he couldn't find a suitable one. Then he closed the emoji bar in a lack of interest, and poked the avatar instead.

Jiang Tian's profile is very simple, his nickname has only one punctuation mark, his WeChat account is still garbled, and he hasn't posted a single one in his circle of friends.

It's as simple as a waste account, and it's a bit boring to read it at a glance.

The emperor yawned and was about to close the interface to sleep when the phone suddenly "buzzed", and the notification bar stuck out his tongue, showing ". I have transferred you a sum of money".

Sheng Wang: "???"

The drowsiness was shaken by this sudden shock. Sheng Wang opened Alipay and looked at it. It wasn't dazzling.

He sat up with a grunt, stared at the shared wall for a few seconds, and clicked on WeChat.

Canned: what are you doing?

There was a faint sound of pulling slippers and walking around next door, probably walking from the table to the bed.

Sheng Wang's phone vibrated again, and there was one more message in the dialog.

. : ?

Canned: Why did you suddenly transfer money to me in the middle of the night?

. : water money.

Canned: What water money?

Sheng Wang didn't react for a while, and looked at the wall with a puzzled expression. The footsteps next door stopped, don't know if Jiang Tian was standing somewhere reading the news or was just a little speechless.

. : You put the water on my table.

Sheng Wang tapped in the input box: It's just a bottle of water, do you still need to pay back the money? I

Halfway through the reply, he stopped again. He suddenly realized that he and Jiang Tian didn't know each other very well. In school, they had just been classmates for four days, and they hadn't given each other the right look for the first three days. As for being at home...it's even more embarrassing. No matter from which point of view, it is not a relationship that can be acquiesced to the other party's treat, and it is reasonable to pay back the money.

Sheng Wang deleted the typed words again and replied: Oh.

Then he saw "The other party is typing..." at the top of the dialog box. He switched to a cross-legged position, waiting with his elbows on his knees.

The other party entered it for more than ten seconds, the display disappeared, and no new reply popped up in the dialog box.

Canned: ?

. : ?

Sheng Wang stared at these two question marks and felt that he might be sick, but the one next door was not much better. He rolled his eyes and typed word by word: Forget it, it's nothing, I'm sleeping.

"The other party is typing..." appeared on the top of the chat box again.

Sheng Wang said in his heart: If you want to enter nonsense for a long time, I will knock on your door.

After a few more seconds, a new message finally popped up in the chat box.

. :Um.

Sheng Wang wanted to hit someone.

He turned down the air conditioner by three degrees to reduce the dryness, and then lay back on the bed with his phone in his hands to continue his emperor's tour. Before he went to sleep, he finally couldn't hold back, clicked on the WeChat profile of the person next door, and changed his note name to "Jiang Tian".

That guy chatted with a punctuation mark, and he was beating a hundred times more than he usually spoke.

The next morning, Sheng Wang woke up frozen.

After blowing the air conditioner at 18 degrees all night, the young master's head hurts and his nose is stuffed. He sneezed four times in a row, his hair was messed up, the tip of his nose was red, and he sat on the bed for five minutes while wrapped in a quilt, before he spat fiercely at the next door.

For the first time ever, he took the initiative to put on his school uniform, knocked off the screaming mobile phone alarm clock, and took out two tissues and walked downstairs.

Sheng Mingyang's business had a little trouble, and he hasn't returned from a business trip. But early in the morning, the house was very lively.

Sheng Wang looked down from the second floor—

Auntie Sun, the nanny, came early today and was following Jiang Ou with gloves on. The two went in and out of the kitchen, chatting briefly from time to time. Sheng Wang heard a few words, as if Aunt Sun was teaching Jiang Ou what to do.

Jiang Tian is standing beside the sofa, putting the paper and pencil case in the schoolbag.

Sheng Wang was about to lift his foot down the stairs when he heard a bang in the kitchen and something was broken. Then Jiang Ou let out a low hiss.

"Oh, hurry up and wash it with cold water." Aunt Sun's voice came over, "This is very hot. Go ahead and I'll get you some ointment."

Jiang Tian threw away his schoolbag and stepped into the kitchen. From Shengwang's point of view, half of his back can be seen.

He heard Jiang Tian ask, "Is it bubbling?"

Jiang Ou said with a smile: "No, I didn't pay attention to it. I haven't done this before. Aunt Sun reminded me not to touch it with my hands. I lost my mind and forgot."

"What are you doing all of a sudden?" Jiang Tian asked strangely.

"It's not all of a sudden, it's just a casual chat with your mother before that Xiao Wangte likes to eat this, before—" Aunt Sun hurried over with a small round jar and said, "Come on, apply this. This medicine is very useful. , I take it all with me, just smear it wherever it goes."

While applying medicine to Jiang Ou, she whispered, "His mother always made this for him when he was a child. Sister Ou said she wanted to learn it."

Jiang Ou was a little embarrassed, and said with a sigh, "I'm not very good at this, so I can't learn it."

Sheng Wang paused for a moment when he went downstairs, then retracted, standing a little stunned at the top of the stairs. At that moment, his emotions were a bit complicated, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

The door to the bedroom in the back was open, and the cold air that had been accumulated overnight slipped out and was wrapped up from the back. He suddenly felt a little empty.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Tian's voice came from downstairs: "Why do you want to learn from others."

Aunt Sun's words hit him at some point, and his tone sounded cold and stubborn.

Jiang Ou was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

"I said—" Jiang Tian frowned, and the lines on his shoulders and back were very stiff. Just looking at the silhouette, he could feel how unhappy he was.

After saying these two words, he paused for a while, and pinched the fingers hanging on his side a few times, making a "click" sound, showing a bit of irritability.

After another moment, he said, "Forget it, I'm going to school."

Jiang Ou patted his shoulder, a little embarrassed. He turned his head and blinked at Aunt Sun again, trying to ease the embarrassment.

Jiang Tian lowered his eyes, strode to the sofa, picked up his schoolbag and walked towards the entrance.

When changing shoes, he glanced at the stairs from the corner of his eye, and the movement of tying the carry stopped for a while.

Sheng Wang stood there with his coat on, his wide school uniform wrapped around a white t-shirt, and his rolled up sleeves were stacked with empty folds, showing the tall, thin, thinness characteristic of young people when they are stripped and jointed.

Jiang Tian looked up at him for a moment, then looked back, his lips pursed into a straight line.

The next second, he stood up and went straight out the door with his schoolbag in his hand.

The weather in this city in August is cloudy and sunny, and a few flashes of electric light can bring downpours. Sheng Wang heard the faint sound of thunder outside the house. He rubbed the tip of his nose and walked down the stairs, feeling that he was going to get sick again.

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