inexhaustible

Chapter 15 You Don't Need to Apologize to Anyone

"Teacher, am I your friend?"

Before, he always called me "Professor Bei", or even called me by my first name and surname. This is the first time I heard him call me "teacher".

Over the years, countless people have called me teacher, and even Yang Haiyang would sometimes call me "teacher" jokingly.I thought I was used to it.But when Shang Muxiao called me, I felt different again.His "teacher" was different from anyone else's.

It was clearly a very common title, but when he said it, it made the fingertips tingle for no reason, and the back seemed to be crawled by ants, making him very uncomfortable.

"Get up, get in the car." I ignored his question and unlocked the car by myself.

After a while, Shang Muxiao also sat in the co-pilot.

"Have you noticed that every time you don't want to answer my question, you will pretend that you didn't hear me."

I slowly drove the car out of the basement and taught him the rules of the adult world.

"When a person chooses to remain silent, you should stop being aggressive. If he wants to answer, he will answer as soon as possible. If he doesn't answer, then he doesn't want to answer."

Shang Muxiao let out a perfunctory "Oh" with a drawn-out tone, then lowered the back of the chair and stopped talking.

The sun always sets very early in this season, the sky was still slightly bright when I went home, but now it was completely dark.

I reckoned that Shang Muxiao just had a fever caused by catching a cold, and there shouldn't be much problem, so I found the nearest hospital, which was only five kilometers away from home, and I arrived in about 20 minutes.

The vehicle drove into the basement, and the wheels ran over the speed bump, making a lot of noise.

Shang Muxiao didn't know whether he was awakened by the movement or he hadn't slept in the first place, so he suddenly said, "Is that your girlfriend just now?"

I was stunned for a while before realizing that he was talking about Shen Luoyu, and hurriedly said: "No, she is my cousin."

He didn't even think about it, if I had a girlfriend, would I agree to such a ridiculous bet?

When parking, Shang Muxiao got out of the car first, and when I parked the car and went down to look for him, he squatted down in the corner again.

"Are you okay?" I was a little worried that he wouldn't be able to make it to the consulting room.

He stood up and swayed dangerously, trying not to fall.

"Dizzy." He leaned against the wall, looking sleepy.

I asked him to hold on for a while longer, watching his situation almost three times on the road, and seeing that he was keeping up well, I was relieved.

After finally going to the pre-diagnosis counter, I took my temperature and it was 40 degrees, which was higher than yesterday.

After a blood test, the doctor prescribed two bottles of intravenous drip after reading the report.I went back and forth to pay for the medicine, and Shang Muxiao sat quietly on the bench in the hospital corridor, his coat was zipped up, his collar was turned up, and half of his face was tucked inside.

There are not many people in the IV room, because of the cold weather, the doors and windows are closed, and the air conditioner is turned on, making it a little stuffy.

As soon as Shang Muxiao stepped in, he frowned, chose a seat by the window, and silently opened the window a crack to let fresh air flow in.

Then I closed the window again.

He looked at me dissatisfied, and wanted to open the window, but I slapped him on the back of his hand.

"Do you want to burn your brain out?"

It's too long to dare to blow cold wind when the temperature is over [-] degrees.

He touched the back of his hand, curled the corner of his mouth, wanted to say something, but swallowed it when he caught my gaze, and didn't move the window after that.

The nurse came to give Shang Muxiao an injection with an instrument, and he didn't say a word during the injection. After the injection, when the nurse left, he showed me the back of his hand like a child who seeks love from an adult.

"Teacher, she hurt me so much just now."

Shang Muxiao's hand has distinct joints and slender fingers. There is very little flesh on the back of the hand, and faint blood vessels and bones can be seen underneath.If it is said that Nuwa spent different thoughts on each person when creating a human being, then she must have put extra care in creating Shang Muxiao, so that he would be more pleasing to the eye from head to toe, even his hands than others.

"There is no pain in the needle." I was unmoved, and looked at the clock on the wall, it was almost seven o'clock.Shang Muxiao has two bottles of intravenous drip to hang, and he can't finish it in an hour. It seems that he can only have dinner at the hospital. "What do you want to eat? I'll order a takeaway."

"I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat." He nestled into the chair, looking like he was going to sleep again.

He didn't eat for a whole day, even if he wasn't sick, he would get sick from hunger.

He opened the delivery software and chose a nearby restaurant. He didn't listen to Shang Muxiao, and finally ordered a bowl of chicken porridge for him, while he ordered a bowl of noodles.

Half an hour later, the takeaway was delivered.

I put the takeaway on the small stool accompanied by my family members, picked up the porridge bowl and gently pushed Shang Muxiao.

He slowly opened his eyes, seeing the porridge handed to him, he didn't take it.

"I said not to eat."

Coaxing Yang Youling to eat is not so troublesome.

How can this son of a bitch be as difficult to serve as a two-year-old in his twenties?

And why on earth should I serve him?Is it because he is Yang Haiyang's future brother-in-law?

I feel like a nanny.A good friend is going on a date, but there is no one to take care of the brat at home, so I can only give it to me who has nothing to do and is single.I pissed and pissed, and chased and fed the brats all over the house. I worked hard just to fulfill the love of my best friend.

Yang Haiyang doesn't even know what I paid for it.

I scooped up a spoonful of porridge, put it to my mouth and blew it, then handed it to Shang Muxiao.

"Open your mouth." If he refuses again, I'm going to stuff the spoon into his mouth.

Shang Muxiao looked at the porridge, then at me, maybe he could hear something from my tone, he didn't want to be self-willed anymore, and obediently swallowed the porridge with a spoon.

Just like that, I took a spoonful of him and took a mouthful. There was no communication during the whole process, and I ate most of the bowl of porridge.

"I really can't eat anymore." He turned his head, refusing to eat any more, "Go ahead, your noodles are going to be cold."

I saw that he really had no appetite, and he had already eaten a lot, so I didn't force myself anymore, put the porridge bowl aside, and picked up my own noodles.

Noodles are delicious when they are just out of the oven. After a long time, they are easy to lump, sticking to each other and affecting the taste.My noodles have been left for a while, and they are almost lumpy, but the conditions are limited, and I can't force too much, so I swept them all in three or two bites.

It was almost nine o'clock when Shang Muxiao's two bottles of drip were completely hung up.

I asked the nurse to take his temperature again, and it was 389. Although he has not fully returned to normal, it is slowly dropping.

On the way back, after waiting for the red light, I hesitated again and again, and I still asked, "Should I take you home?"

He was in a special situation yesterday, and it was reasonable to take him in for one night, but it would always feel a bit weird if he was kept at home all the time.

Even Shen Luoyu can see that he and I are not on the right track, we are completely two types of people, no matter how we behave or our personalities, we can be said to be completely different from each other.

Taking care of him when he is sick and taking him to see a doctor are already the best we can do in our current relationship.It's one thing to laugh at yourself as a babysitter, it's quite another to really be a babysitter.

Shang Muxiao didn't reply immediately, I couldn't help but look at him, and found that he was also looking at me.

In the dark carriage, his eyes were also dark: "You think I'm annoying?"

Tapping the steering wheel with my index finger, I suppressed the irritability in my heart and said, "Where do you live?"

He lowered his eyes a little and said, "I live at home, but I can't go back now. I had a fight with my dad. He found out what happened on the day of the art exhibition, kicked me out, and suspended all my cards."

It turned out that this was the truth that he came to my house in the middle of the night in the rain.

"Have you contacted your sister yet?"

He lay back on the back of the chair and didn't look at me: "I turned off my phone."

"..."

What an uneasy dead child.I can only imagine how anxious Shang Yunrou was if he couldn't be contacted at the moment, maybe she would cry and go to the police.

"Turn on the phone immediately and report your sister's safety." In exchange, I compromised, "If you really have nowhere to go, you can stay at my house until you recover from illness."

He is young and strong, and recovers quickly, and he will be fully recovered in two days at most.

Be a mother for another two days.I tell myself.

The red light turns green, and the traffic moves forward again.

In the quiet carriage, Shang Muxiao suddenly spoke after a long silence.

"Thank you."

When I got home, Shen Luoyu had already left, and there was a note on the table, saying that there were dishes made by her in the refrigerator, let me heat it up when I was hungry, and don't always order takeaway.

I sent a message to thank her, let Shang Muxiao take care of herself, and then went straight into my bedroom.

Through the door, I heard a series of SMS bombarding sounds from outside, guessing that Shang Muxiao finally turned on the phone.

Fearing that the inability to fall asleep would affect the next day's class, I took a sleeping pill before going to bed, and the result was even worse.It was clearly my own home, a familiar environment, but I still had nightmares.

One moment I was discussing my life plan after graduation in the dormitory, and the next moment three bloody corpses appeared in front of me.

"Beijiao, I'm in pain, save me! Help me!!" Lu Feiheng crawled towards me, the flames on his body burned his skin bit by bit.

I desperately tried to put out those fires, but it was completely useless. I could only watch him turn into gray-black coke in front of me.

Fear filled my heart, I pulled my hair, my screams were all stuck in my throat, and I couldn't make a sound at all.I tightened my feet, looked down, and saw Jing Shen grabbed me.He asked me why I didn't save them, and why I was the only one alive. Before he could finish his sentence, he turned into ashes and disappeared in front of me little by little.

I shook my head and kept backing away.

"No, no..."

I stepped on something suddenly under my feet, I looked back stiffly, it was Xu Wei's distorted corpse.

The strings of reason in my head snapped, and I began to scream, a heart-piercing howl.

I didn't survive on purpose, sorry, sorry...

I was wrong, I didn't deserve to survive, forgive me...forgive me...

"north……"

"Northern mustard..."

Struggling non-stop, my consciousness was fuzzy, I only felt my body being shaken slightly, and intermittent calls to me came from my ears.

"Hokuta, wake up...you are having a nightmare, it's okay, nothing happened..." The hot palm caressed my cheek, and I struggled to open my eyes, some liquid slipped from the corner of my eyes, blocking my vision for a while .

The emotions in the dream are so intense that they are brought to reality.

"I'm sorry..." I choked up, unable to tell where I was or who was in front of me.

"Hush." ​​In the dark, the other party gently picked me up, stroked my back and asked, "Why do you have to apologize?"

I was trembling all over, and I couldn't help but want to get closer to this comforting embrace.

"Because... only I live..."

Deep down, I know this is a kind of ptsd, a psychological problem, but every night when I recall three friends who died tragically, I still feel uncontrollably guilty for surviving.

The air was quiet, and the other party hugged me more tightly, with a very soft voice, as if he was talking to me, or just muttering to himself.

"...Living is not something to be ashamed of, you don't need to apologize to anyone."