Xuan Yan’s business trip this time was quite long, and Yu Qiu continued to work as usual. Gradually, he found his way and managed to avoid getting scolded by the boss.
Xuan Yan quickly accepted his friend request on WeChat and sent him many messages. He liked to send voice messages, and his voice was pleasant to listen to. It was quite enjoyable.
“Qiu Ge, I sent you so many messages before you replied.”
“I don’t use WeChat often, so I often miss messages.”
He didn’t know how to face Xuan Yan. Even though he hadn’t been on Weibo for a long time, he knew that the last account in someone’s following list is usually their first follow. Xuan Yan had registered on Weibo five years ago, coincidentally during his peak period of writing.
That day, Yu Qiu inexplicably clicked into his own Weibo page and, as expected, saw a decrease in followers. Over ten thousand fans unfollowed him, and his first Weibo post was still there.
“I didn’t plagiarize.”
The comments were even more numerous than when he uninstalled Weibo, but Yu Qiu didn’t dare to click and read them. He had downloaded Weibo for less than three hours before uninstalling it again.
After work, Yu Qiu had a headache all day and lost his appetite during dinner. He was exhausted from standing all day, and with a worried look, Zhong Yu suggested he go to the hospital.
After considering his wallet, Yu Qiu decided it was better to just sleep it off.
When he arrived home, Yu Qiu went straight to bed in his bedroom. Overwhelmed by drowsiness, he was half asleep when he vaguely heard his phone ringing. Struggling to open his eyes, he answered the call with a hoarse voice.
“Hello.”
Only then did he realize that his voice sounded hoarse.
“Qiu Ge,” Xuan Yan heard his voice and asked anxiously, “Why is your voice so hoarse? Do you have a cold?”
“No, I just have a slight headache. I’ll be fine after some rest,” Yu Qiu said with his eyes closed. The phone was on speaker, lying by his side. “I’m okay…”
“Do you have any medicine at home?” Xuan Yan said, “Go take some medicine, be good.”
“I don’t want to.” Yu Qiu turned over and buried his head in the pillow.
“Take the medicine, you have to. Go boil some water. Do you have Isatis root at home? Take some Amoxicillin too. Measure your temperature with a thermometer.”
Yu Qiu reluctantly got up, feeling uncomfortable with the dizziness and headache. He almost knocked over a chair, startling Xuan Yan on the other end of the call, “What happened to you?”
“It’s nothing, just knocked into something,” Yu Qiu suddenly said, “It hurts.”
He put the phone in his pocket, took some Amoxicillin, but couldn’t find the Isatis root. Slowly, he returned to the bedroom and immediately collapsed on the bed.
Suddenly, he remembered his phone again and took it out.
Xuan Yan: “Did you take the medicine?”
“Yes, I did…”
“Go to sleep, I’ll be back next week.” Xuan Yan said, but Yu Qiu didn’t quite catch it and replied with an absent-minded “uh-huh.”
As Xuan Yan was about to say something else, he suddenly heard a long breath from the other end of the phone. Yu Qiu had forgotten to hang up the call. His breathing was so close, as if he was right there.
Yu Qiu hummed a few times, seemingly not sleeping well, making sobbing sounds in his throat like a little kitten. It sounded as if he turned over, and the breathing became more distant.
On the other end of the call, Xuan Yan held his phone tightly, and his manager called out, “Hey, Xuan Yan, it’s time, the next performance is starting.”
“Okay, got it, I’ll be right there!”
He quickly blew a kiss to the phone, said “good night” in a low voice, reluctant to hang up, and just left the call open, leaving the phone on the dressing table.
