The fourth most sorrowful thing when you like someone (15) Please collect and recommend

  After breaking up with Chen Xiaonuan, when she returned home, Tangtang already felt dizzy and lightheaded, completely in the rhythm of getting sick. She quickly took a hot bath and changed out of her wet clothes.

  Auntie looked at the washing machine full of wet clothes in surprise and asked Tang Sugar, who had just walked out of the bathroom: "I remember you brought an umbrella this morning, how did you get completely soaked?"

  Tang sugar was wiping his wet hair with a dry towel, and when he heard Auntie ask this, he was taken aback for a moment, and his expression became very unnatural: "Uh... the umbrella was left in the classroom and can't be found."

  "Is there a thief in your class?! How is this possible?! Did you tell the teacher?" The aunt was shocked and her eyes widened.

  "It's not worth troubling the teacher for such a small matter." Tang Sugar said perfunctorily as she went upstairs.

  Auntie pondered for a moment, picked up the phone and dialed Qin teacher's cell phone...

  Maybe it was because the bath water was too hot, Sugar felt very hot all over her body, and even tiny beads of sweat had broken out on her forehead. As she walked, she felt light-headed and unsteady, as if she had a fever.

  Tang Sugar touched her own forehead, and even her hands were scalding hot, so she couldn't check her body temperature at all. She just saw herself in the mirror with a face as red as a peach blossom, and her two cheeks were bright red, looking very abnormal.

  Tang sugar took out her homework and did it for a while, but soon felt dizzy and extremely tired, even her eyes were about to close. She forced herself to continue writing.

  The door opened and Xia Ye walked in with big strides, seeing Tang Sugar's flushed face and listless appearance. He asked tensely, "Are you uncomfortable?" He touched her forehead with his hand, it was scorching hot! It could even fry an egg! His expression suddenly turned serious: "You're sick again? I found that your body is really bad!"

  "Nothing!" Tan sugar's eyes flashed a hint of panic, and he hastily lowered his head to pretend to be doing his homework.

  On a summer night, he didn't argue with her and said "Wait for me!" before quickly exiting the room. In no time, he came back in with some cold medicine and a cup of hot water, giving her a pampered command: "Stop writing, take your medicine first!"

  While Tang sugar was taking medicine, Xia Ye collected all her homework.

  "What's going on?" Tang Sugar asked in confusion.

  "When you're sick, you should just lie down and rest properly. As for studying, let's put it aside for now. Besides, you're already a bad student, do you think one night of hard work will suddenly improve your grades? It doesn't seem very likely!" Xia Ye said with a mix of joking and seriousness.

  "Don't be so blunt, okay?" Tang sugar obediently accepted Xia Ye's arrangement and went to bed quietly.

  Summer night kept watching her close her eyes, and then turned off the lights and left.

  He walked out first, and Sugar opened her eyes soon after. She lay still for a while in the darkness, listening carefully, but there was no sound outside the door. She secretly turned on the bedside lamp, got out of bed quietly, found two knitting needles, took the yarn she had bought after school onto the bed, put on her woolen sweater, and began to knit a scarf under the dim light of the bedside lamp.

  The clock ticked away, reminding her that time was quietly passing by. It had gotten late at night. Sugar felt very tired, and her body seemed to be getting hotter and hotter. Her nostrils and throat were parched, she really wanted a drink of water, but she didn't dare go downstairs to get some, afraid of disturbing the family, especially on a summer night, then this little secret of hers would be exposed.

  She stopped knitting, leaned against the cold wall with fatigue, closed her eyes to rest for a moment before continuing to knit, but soon fell into a dreamland. In her dream, she and Gu Xianian stood on the snowy ground, the world in her dream seemed particularly pure and touching. The winter plum blossoms were quietly blooming beside them. She tiptoed and wrapped a scarf around Gu Xianian's neck, the sacred and romantic milky white color matched with Gu Xianian's dark-colored cotton-padded jacket had a magical effect, making the young man look more elegant and extraordinary, handsome to the point that it made her feel dazzled. Tang Sugar couldn't help but smile with curved eyebrows.

  So many good things in dreams, don't wake up!

  Tang sugar was praying with a sad heart, when she suddenly felt someone tapping her shoulder. She opened her eyes dazedly and the boy from her dream appeared in front of her!

  Tang Tang's trembling voice exclaimed: "Gu Xiannian!"

  "It's me!" The pleasant male voice was unapologetically annoyed.

  Tang Sugar took a closer look and saw that it was Xia Ye, her entire face suddenly turned red, she lowered her head, feeling embarrassed to look at Xia Ye again.

  On a summer night, he took the half-knitted scarf from her hands, pretending to be angry and deliberately putting on a serious face: "I told you to sleep well, why did you get up again to work on this? You don't take care of your body at all!"

  Tang was so frightened that she hastily snatched the unfinished scarf and stuffed it under the quilt, then asked, "What are you doing in my room at this late hour?"

  "In the summer night, he looked at her deeply and slowly replied: 'In short, it's not a conspiracy, just want to see if your anger has dissipated.'"

  At this time, Tang Sugar only noticed that he was holding a thermometer in his hand. Seeing him holding the thermometer and inserting it into his own armpit, he quickly pushed him away and inserted it himself.

  On a summer night, looking at the bulge in the quilt where the scarf was being woven, she asked seriously: "Who is weaving the scarf for? Don't tell me it's for that scumbag!"

  Tang sugar immediately changed the subject on a summer night with a very bad impression of Gu Xian: "I'm thirsty, can you help me pour a big glass of water?"

  Xia Ye looked at Tang Sugar's eyes with a mix of heartache and helplessness, then stood up and walked out of the room.

  Tangtang looked at the slightly dejected figure of Xiaye in the summer night, and his heart was filled with guilt. No wonder he would be angry, he had been so good to him, but he hadn't thought to weave one for him too. And also Xiaonu, on the way back, he kept asking who it was woven for, maybe he was also hoping in his heart that this was a gift for him.

  Why did she only think of Gu Xian at the time of purchase, maybe she really loved him very much, maybe she had already fallen deeply in love with him, but she didn't want to struggle, so be it.

  Tang sugar felt bitter and astringent in her heart, a cup of hot water appeared in front of her, she raised her eyes to see that Xia Ye had already stood in front of her.

  The melancholy on Tang Sugar's face was all reflected in her eyes, and she had already guessed 80 or 90%. Wanting to advise her to leave Gu Xiannian, the words were already on the tip of her tongue, but ultimately didn't say it. When you're young, your heart is the most innocent, liking someone means you really like them, so you'll love with all your might, fiercely love, and because of that love, you'll be covered in scars. Although bystanders are clear-headed, how can they wake up someone who is infatuated and refuses to listen?

  Tang Sugar hastily took the cup of water and was about to drink, "Wait!" Xia Ye called out to stop her, "Wait for ten minutes after taking your temperature before drinking, otherwise the results won't be accurate."

  "You're so knowledgeable!" Tang Sugar exclaimed sincerely.

  "It's not that I'm thinking of you getting sick, so I took some time to search online about how to take care of a patient." Xia Ye said lightly.

  Tang Sugar gazed at him dazedly, and her guilt towards him added another layer. For a while, neither of them spoke, as if they were both lost in their own thoughts.

  Ten minutes were up, and Tāngtáng took the thermometer out from under her armpit. Xiàyè took it over and looked at it in the light: 38.4 degrees, the limit of a low fever.

  He comforted Tangtang by saying: "Don't worry, it's not a high fever. Rest for the night and you'll be fine for class tomorrow."

  Then he said: "Hand over your scarf and wool!"