"Jiang Haojie can't contact you, so I called me." He Yue took out a tissue and touched his forehead. Qiu Qing'an didn't hide, and just looked at her directly.

"Have you eaten?" After wiping his sweat, He Yue asked him again, and Qiu Qing'an's eyelashes moved.

"No." His eyes were faint and his voice was very light.

"I've been asleep until now and woke up by the knock on the door."

"…………” Heyue didn't know what to say, and had a lot of problems, so he only picked up a few key ones in the end.

"Do you often have stomachache? Is it serious? Have you ever been to the hospital for examination?"

"Occasionally." Qiu Qing'an avoided the important and ignored it, "It's the case if the diet is irregular."

"Then when was the last time you ate?"

After pausing for a long time, Qiu Qing'an moved his lips, "Yesterday at noon."

“…………”

"When did you start sleeping?" He Yue asked softly after a while.

"I don't remember." Qiu Qing'an answered, thought about it again, looking confused.

"It seems like it's almost dawn outside."

He Yue didn't speak for a long time and stared at his pale face.

At this moment, Qiu Qing'an and the boy in the alley who struggled to get up from the ground almost overlapped.

At school, he had friends, brothers, and some secretly admired him.

Although I don’t like to laugh and talk less, I just like all boys of this age, and I seem to be able to see hope for youth.

However, the disguise faded away.

When people are alone late at night, this is the real him.

The dusk is deep, lonely and lonely, and the gorgeous appearance is trapped in the bottomless mud swamp.

He Yue suddenly thought, if he hadn't come to find him tonight, would Qiu Qing'an be alone in this empty house, slowly allowing his vitality to be consumed, and perhaps he would be discovered in the end.

Or, struggling to go downstairs, stumble and swallow the pills like before, force yourself to boil water, and spend this difficult night alone.

If...if the woman in the frame is still there.

The result is definitely different.

She will whisper to care.

He will be given hot water and medicine.

He would also cook a steaming table of food and gently ask him to get up for dinner.

He Yue lowered his head, and tears fell down one by one, falling to the ground, and soon disappeared without a trace.

"I ordered porridge, you'll have something later." He Yue quickly stood up and turned his back, and said in a gutter, then quickly wiped away his tears.

"You take a break first." He Yue looked around and saw a small blanket in the corner, spreading it, leaning over Qiu Qing'an's body.

She didn't dare to look at him, and kept her head down. When she was about to get up, a hand suddenly reached in front of her.

Qiu Qing'an's thumb was smeared under her eyes, and her fingertips were faintly warm, and the touch was unfamiliar and clear.

His voice was confused.

"Why are you crying?"

Harmony froze.

It was the sound of the phone that saved her.

She stood up in a panic, took out her cell phone, and Jiang Haojie asked her about the situation.

He Yue told him about Qiu Qing'an's current situation in a few words, and Jiang Haojie was very upset inside.

"I just knew! I just knew..."

"You give Qing'an the phone number and I'll tell him."

Heyue handed the phone to Qiu Qing'an. He glanced at it, reached out to take it and put it in his ear.

I don’t know what Jiang Haojie said opposite me, Qiu Qing’an lowered his eyes and responded from time to time. After a while, the call ended.

He Yue just took it, and the phone vibrated again, and the takeaway arrived.

She went downstairs to pick it up, but it took two minutes for He Yue to feel at ease. She trotted up the stairs all the way and opened the door with the key and saw that he was still lying there safely, so she felt a little relieved.

"Can you get up and eat?" He Yue put the bag in his hand on the table. He opened his eyes, supported his hands back, and slowly sat up against the sofa.

"Yes." Qiu Qing'an said in a concise and concise manner.

He Yue took off the lid of the white porridge and boiled it softly and lightly. She took a spoon and handed it to him. Qiu Qing'an lowered his head and ate it slowly.

After about half a bowl, he stopped eating. His stomach was full and his pain decreased. His pale face finally showed a little complexion.

Heyue poured him another cup of hot water.

Qiu Qing'an took a sip, and the mist filled his eyebrows and eyes. Under the dim light, it was so illusory that it was unreal.

"When will you go back?" Finally, he put down his cup and looked at Heyue.

"I'll go back when you're fine." She also looked back at him, "Do you have anything else to need?"

"No more." Qiu Qing'an shook his head, "You can leave now."

"Thank you tonight."

He Yue looked at him, and sighed softly for a moment.

"Are you sleeping here?"

"I'll go up and sleep." Qiu Qing'an stood up after hearing this. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything and almost stood up unsteadily and was about to fall to the ground.

He Yue immediately held him with quick eyes and hands, and whispered: "Be careful."

"I'll help you up." She looked up at him and said, a trace of unnatural flashes across Qiu Qing'an's face, but she still did not refuse.

He still raised his hand to cover his stomach. Although he worked very hard, most of his strength was still pressing on He Yue, as if his feet were floating, and he was still enduring the pain.

When he was going up the stairs, Heyue had no choice but to reach out and hold his waist. Qiu Qing'an's body stiffened for a moment, gritted his teeth, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists and quickly released.

Heyue didn't notice this. What she only cares about was how Qiu Qing'an got off here with this body before. If he was accidentally caught, he might fall to the ground.

Thinking of that scene, He Yue couldn't help but feel a thrust in his heart.

Fortunately, the stairs were not long and soon reached the top. He Yue finally saw this small attic.

It is much smaller than the first floor. It is a big room with wooden floors on the floor, and there is nothing else except a bed and desk wardrobe.

The ceiling above the head is much taller than the first floor, and there is also a wooden window that is closed tightly and airtightly.

The room was very tidy and the beds were a little messy. It can be seen that Qiu Qing'an had climbed up from above before.

He Yue helped him lie back on the bed, then tucked him in a quilt, and said softly: "You rest, call me if you have something to do."

"Aren't you going back yet?"

"It's too late, there's no car." He Yue lied without changing his face. Who knows what else would happen to him tonight.

Perhaps it was also thought that it was not safe for her to go home alone. Qiu Qing'an's eyes flashed with regret. After silence, he spoke out.

"Is it okay if you don't go back?"

"It's okay, my dad is often not at home." Heyue said in a plain tone. Qiu Qing'an immediately appeared in front of her. When she mentioned her family, she looked as usual.

His eyes softened a little.

"Then you..." Qiu Qing'an was confused about where she was sleeping, frowned slightly, and He Yue seemed to see it and spoke first.

"I'll just sleep on the floor and make the quilt." She blinked, "I liked to play the floor when I was a kid."

Qiu Qing'an opened his lips and finally compromised.

He picked up the quilt from the closet, and Qiu Qing'an gave her another pillow, and He Yue lay next to her, one on the bed and the other on the ground.

There was only one small light on the room, quiet.

Heyue opened the window a little, and a cool evening breeze penetrated, bringing the fresh air at night.

Qiu Qingan looked at the ceiling silently and heard her speak aside.

"I'll go to bed first. If you have something to do, you must call me."

"Okay." He moved and closed his eyes.

As time passed, the pain in the stomach went from severe to slow, and later it seemed like it was lost.

Qiu Qing'an had no sleepiness and turned around and looked at the person who was sleeping just right.

He Yue was very regular when he was sleeping, lying quietly with a quilt covered with a quiet face, his long eyelashes cast a little shadow on his face, and his mouth was pursed, looking inexplicably well-behaved.

Qiu Qing'an remembered the past, and it seemed that it had been a century apart after only a few hours.

I had insomnia as usual last night. Because I saw that person, I inevitably recalled some past events.
To be continued...