The bedroom was covered with heavy gauze curtains and closed the door. It was quiet and dark.

Jane Huan was lying in bed with a sore throat and a haggard face, like an old man about to build blocks. She leaned over and curled up her body, wrapped it tightly with her arms, and was burning hot during her breathing.

The cell phone, which was left in the bedding room at random, vibrated again.

After a long time, Jane huancai slowly stretched out her hand and took her mobile phone to her eyes.

Six unread messages are displayed on the lit screen.

From a strange number.

Jane Huan listened to her heavy breathing in her ear and opened the SMS box with her cool fingertips.

Two multimedia messages and four text messages.

The scene of a photo is a king * size bed. The violet sheets and bedding are messy after vigorous exercise. The man lies on it with his eyes closed. The quilt can cover his waist and expose his muscular chest. Between his arms, there is a woman who is also red / naked, shyly twisting a corner of the quilt to block his chest.

"Cousin, I wanted to send you back, but... You know, by the way, how are you?"

"Cousin, my brother-in-law's underwear / trousers are dirty. Do you know what color he likes? I'll go and buy him some."

Here's another photo. The lens is aimed at the * bottom——

On the floor, mixed with clothes are used covers.

The high cell phone pixels clearly expose the Milky / white liquid in the case to the photos.

"Cousin, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I don't know how my mobile phone took photos and sent them out."

"Cousin, my brother-in-law promised to accompany me to the Maldives. I heard it was beautiful. Did your brother-in-law take you anywhere on your honeymoon trip?"

Jane Huan stared at the two photos and the text messages for a long time, and her sight gradually blurred.

The fingers holding the mobile phone were blue and white. She turned her back, and tears slipped through the corners of her eyes into her hair.

……

"Can you really?"

Ye Zhiqiu sat in the driver's seat and looked anxiously at Jian Huan getting off the bus: "you'd better take a day off."

Since last night, Jian Huan has had signs of fever. Despite taking the medicine, ye Zhiqiu is still worried, but Jian Huan insists on working in the art center.

"It's just some cold symptoms." Jian Huan waved to Ye Zhiqiu through the window. "If I can't carry it, I'll call you again."

Ye Zhiqiu understands that although Jane Huan didn't say anything about her encounter in the hospital yesterday, she is still uncomfortable. Instead of thinking at home, it's a good way to relax by coming to the art center to stay with those innocent children.

"Well, if you really feel bad, you must call me!"

When ye Zhiqiu left, the smile on Jian Huan's face faded and she entered the art center with her violin.

In the piano room, Jane Huan sat on the side and watched those half-aged children play the violin in a simulated way.

Her body was unwell and her senses became slow, so she didn't notice that the door of the piano room was quietly pushed open, a pair of tender white hands pulled on the door frame, and a plush head leaned over.

"That's all for today's class. Remember to practice when you get home."

When the students left one after another, Jane huancai leaned loosely against the table. She touched her forehead. It was really hot. She turned to pack her things, but saw a small dark shadow shaking at the door.

Jane Huan fixed her eyes and found a child hiding outside the door. She poked her head and stared at her with big black eyes.

The golden sun gave a soft luster to the curly hair.

Jane Huan immediately had a bottom in her heart, but she was also surprised that Huo nianyan's class was yesterday and should not be here today.

The temple suddenly jumped a few times. Jian Huan had no energy to think about these. He looked at the child who was still secretly looking inside with his schoolbag on his back and the door frame. Ben's upset mood was relieved.

When Jane Huan sorted out the piano score, Huo nianyan's figure had disappeared at the door.

She looked around and stood outside the classroom for a while until the bell rang for the next class.

"Miss Jane, your face is so ugly. If you are ill, go home and have a rest."

When Mr. Yang came into the office after class, he saw at a glance that something was wrong with Jane Huan.

Jane Huan lay on her desk, drank a mouthful of boiled water to moisten her throat, and asked teacher Yang hoarsely, "Huo nianyan reported to the painting class for two days?"

"No, he's a Saturday class." teacher Yang didn't understand. "Why did you suddenly ask him?"

Jane Huan shook her head and smiled reluctantly, "that may be my mistake."

By noon, Jian Huan's dizziness became more and more obvious. She couldn't hold it, so she had to ask for leave to go back.

There is a drugstore next to the art center.

Jane Huan bought a thermometer and sat on the chair by the window to take her temperature.

Soon a young couple came in.

The girl's face was pale and coughed constantly. Her boyfriend immediately bought medicine, poured a glass of boiling water and fed her carefully. He gently blamed: "such a big person can't take care of himself. What do you say you do if I'm not around you?"

"I'll follow you wherever you go." the girl leaned against him and closed her eyes happily. "It's like dog skin ointment / medicine."

Jane Huan stared at them in a daze, with some wet red eyes.

The thermometer shows 385 degrees.

Jane Huan sat down again for a while and waited until the dizziness passed before leaving the drugstore.

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