translated_Chapter 97

97: Sick, but this time someone is taking care of me

“My disciple, a few months ago, someone asked him to perform the erhu abroad. After divining, he had to go, meaning someone was waiting for him.”

Jingchu smiled: “Think about it carefully, I’ll give you a piece of advice, stay here.”

Qiu Ci nodded, but unfortunately, he didn’t believe in ghosts and gods: “I will resolve the donation as soon as possible.”

It wasn’t convenient for Jingchu to keep the two overnight, so they had to leave in the afternoon. Before leaving, Qiu Ci received a handwritten note from Jingchu, saying that someone would recognize him in any Taoist temple he went to in the future, and they could help him in small ways if necessary.

After Qiu Ci thanked him, he left with Jing Yueming. It wasn’t early, and since they weren’t in a hurry, they found a local guesthouse to stay in.

Compared to Qiu Ci’s complicated emotions, Jing Yueming was obviously much happier, which made Qiu Ci wonder if he was in cahoots with Huan Qing.

“So happy?”

“Of course, I’m definitely happy that you’re staying,” Jing Yueming said seriously.

Qiu Ci didn’t take it seriously: “I didn’t say I was going to stay.”

“There are gods three feet above your head. Just listen to the Taoist priest and come back with me,” Jing Yueming coaxed him.

“The Taoist priest only said that he wanted me to stay in China, and I’ll leave after the New Year.” Qiu Ci fell on the bed, the dozens of hours of travel were particularly tiring, and he wasn’t a child in his twenties anymore.

“The Taoist priest also said that you wanted to come, you wanted to be with me, didn’t you, didn’t you, didn’t you?” Jing Yueming now looked like the Border Collie that Qiu Ci used to raise.

Piano was like that at that time, pestering him to go out and play games, and if he didn’t go, Piano would hold its collar and circle around him non-stop.

“I’m wondering if you and Huan Qing conspired to trick me back, huh? To swindle money or swindle my body?”

Jing Yueming’s face turned red all of a sudden: “You’re really something, Qiu Ci, what do you take me for? You don’t give me a title and you still flirt with me. I haven’t even talked to Huan Qing about this. I only heard later that he was taking you back to China, and that’s why I wanted a plane ticket for the same trip as you.”

“Is that so?” Qiu Ci deliberately dragged out his tone, and then stopped the topic when he thought of something: “Okay, I’ll sleep for a while, don’t disturb me.”

The good thing about Jing Yueming compared to Piano was that Jing Yueming could understand human language and wouldn’t start destroying the house when Qiu Ci was resting.

He didn’t know how long he slept, but in a half-dream, he seemed to see the white roof of Qiu Shi’s studio.

Here, Qiu Shi smiled helplessly and cried loudly.

Everyone was immersed in their own pain until Qiu Shi died.

Qin Yishan was originally in solitary confinement, but he was released after Qiu Shi’s death.

Tsukimi Rin never received the terrifying call again.

The moon hung high in the sky, and the moonlight shone on the earth.

It couldn’t shine on her underground.

Qiu Ci took over this moon, but didn’t dare to look directly at it.

“Qiu Ci.”

Jing Yueming’s steady voice didn’t bring much stimulation to the newly awakened Qiu Ci.

“I saw you opened your eyes, get up and eat something, I bought buns and porridge, it’s not convenient for anything else, I’ll make it for you when we get home.”

It was rare to get enough sleep, and his mind was much clearer. Qiu Ci got up and took a few sips of mineral water from the bedside table.

After the rustling sound of plastic bags, several steaming soup dumplings appeared on the table.

Jing Yueming urged him when he saw that he still hadn’t moved: “Come over and eat.” He grabbed Qiu Ci’s arm and pulled him over.

It took Qiu Ci a long time to realize that he had returned from France and was now with Jing Yueming outside.

The warm porridge relieved the swelling and pain in his throat.

Qiu Ci tried to speak: “I…” Both of them noticed something wrong with the hoarse voice: “I… seem… cough cough… to have a cold…”

“You’re sick!” Jing Yueming went to touch his forehead, it wasn’t hot yet, but his throat was hoarse.

The kettle in the guesthouse might not be clean, so Jing Yueming used it to heat the mineral water in water.

“The pharmacy hasn’t closed yet, I’ll go buy some cold medicine, if you feel uncomfortable after eating, go to sleep first,” Jing Yueming poured him a glass of warm water, then put on his coat and went out.

His mind was muddled, what a cheap body, he had survived minus dozens of degrees in Finland, but he caught a cold as soon as he returned to China.

Qiu Ci swiped his phone while thinking about when to leave.

Was he really going to spend the New Year with Jing Yueming?

Maybe he had this thought, and Qiu Shi was angry and came to punish him, so he got sick.

That made sense.

But it didn’t make sense, Qiu Ci didn’t believe in ghosts and gods.

Jing Yueming was quick, he came in panting with a bag of medicine, and reached out to test the water temperature, it wasn’t cold yet.

But he still threw it into the kettle and heated another bottle.

As a result, when he turned around, he saw that Qiu Ci was asleep again. Helpless, he thought about it and decided to wait for him to wake up before taking the medicine.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly felt a headache, and when he touched a cool skin, Qiu Ci leaned on it unconsciously.

Jing Yueming was burned awake.

When he touched it, he found that he had a fever. He should have woken him up and given him medicine before going to sleep when he came back.

“Wake up, Qiu Ci, wake up.” He shook the sleeping Qiu Ci awake.

When buying medicine, he also bought a mercury thermometer. Jing Yueming’s nimble fingers put the thermometer under Qiu Ci’s armpit. The strange cold touch made Qiu Ci couldn’t help but frown.

“Qiu Ci, take the medicine, are you allergic to anything?” Jing Yueming was a little guilty when he asked this question. Why did he know so little about Qiu Ci?

“I’m not allergic to anything.” Qiu Ci rummaged through it and picked out one that he had taken for a cold before.

“Are you uncomfortable? Sleep later, let me see the temperature.” Jing Yueming was calculating the time.

“My head hurts.”

“How much does it hurt?” Jing Yueming’s gentle hand was warmed by Qiu Ci.

Jing Yueming went to the bathroom to wring a towel for him to wipe, and it was a little better.

It took a long time to measure the temperature “38.5”.

After the thermometer was taken away, Qiu Ci fell back into the quilt.

It was good to have a cold, he had more time to sleep, especially after taking the medicine, he was drowsy, which was simply a gift from heaven for someone who had suffered from insomnia for a long time.

“Sleep, sleep.” Jing Yueming went back to bed with him to continue sleeping.

However, Jing Yueming was a light sleeper, and Jing Yueming didn’t fall asleep until the temperature of Qiu Ci in his arms felt cool.

In the morning, Qiu Ci woke up with a faint pain in his head.

Not long after he opened his eyes, a warm hand was placed on his forehead. The warm palm was so hot that Qiu Ci felt uncomfortable. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the hand was taken away again.

“The fever is gone.” Jing Yueming said vaguely, and then boldly pulled Qiu Ci into his arms, anyway, he was awake.

Jing Yueming buried his head in Qiu Ci’s neck to relieve his grogginess.

Qiu Ci didn’t make a fuss, waiting for him to wake up completely.

Jing Yueming took a deep breath: “Do you want to eat, Qiu Ci?”

“Eat.” Qiu Ci said decisively.

Jing Yueming took out his phone, looked at the takeout nearby, and ordered some that looked good: “I renewed it for another day, we’ll continue when you’re well rested.”

Qiu Ci didn’t refuse him again, just taking it as tacit consent.

He was thirty years old and had experienced many times of being sick alone.

Qiu Ci was unwilling to admit that he also coveted this feeling.

Tsukimi Rin would covet Qiu Shi’s feeling of being liked by others, but this excellent person would like himself.