After Exchanging Shadows

Chapter 52

Quiet around. One of them was stuck in a quilt, the other stood there looking only sideways, and the atmosphere was somewhat subtle.

“The water is cold again, I'll go and change the hot water again.” Nguyen watched the fog still haunting the surface of the water and began to open his eyes to talk nonsense.

Mo also got up slightly and glanced at the fog with a quilt. “Well, this water is cooling fast. ”

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

Another basin of hot water was reattached. Nguyen did not think of anything before. It would definitely be uncomfortable to see so much sweat from the ink. She had planned to wipe her whole body for her. She was also too accustomed to her body and had no concerns. After what had just happened, her mind had long changed. Don't say her ears were red. She just felt every pore all over her body somehow soaking up the heat. She had to hand over the screwed towel to Ming Mo: “Now that you've asked for it, do it yourself. ”

Turn your back.

Mo picked up the towel and glanced at her back before wiping herself.

Nguyen went over to the table to look at the medicine in the bag, and at this time looked at the drug description of each medicine, and looked at the sidewalk: “Call me if you need anything. ”

Mo responded to her.

After a while, Mo called Nguyen Nightingale: “Bring me the bruised medicine, in the medicine box over there. ”

Nguyen found the portable medical kit and placed it on the table. Even the emergency medical supplies in the medicine box are arranged in a neat and orderly manner. They are all disinfectant iodine wine, bandages, bandages, bandages, anti-heat pills, falling medicine oil and other commonly used in life, just in case you are there. There is also a box of anticough moisturizing pills, a box of basic cold capsules, but this time the ink is serious, this does not work, and you have to rely on the symmetrical pills that Huixiang bought back.

“May I come?” Nguyen Nightingale finds what Mo says medicine and asks her.

“Yes.”

Nguyen Nightshang turned around.

Mo had laid down like before, revealing part of her shoulder, looked at her on the side of the pillow and said, "Come and help me. ”

Nguyen Nightshade sat over. This time, she watched the nose and nose to apply the medicine. In order to improve the effectiveness of the medicine, she also learned how to rub the oil for her before massage. After finishing the medicine, Nguyen Nightshang cleaned up the towels and other things, washed her hands and poured another cup of warm water. By the way, the bag of medicine was classified according to the instructions. He said: "I looked at some of them that need to be eaten after meals. Otherwise, I want to hurt my stomach. You can eat what you can now. I'll go buy you some porridge later. I'll make up my stomach before I eat anything else. ”

Mo was already dressed, sitting on the bed and watching Nguyen work in silence. She can see that Nguyen Nightingale is a man who is obviously accustomed to independence.

She went back to Nguyen Nightshang's house once, where she was organized. Nguyen Nightshang lived alone. Doesn't look like she would hire any hourly workers to come back for cleaning. She must have packed all of them herself. Such a person is not only very good at taking care of himself, but also very good at taking care of others.

Nguyen Nightingale handed over the pill capsules to Mo in order. Mo swallowed them with warm water and then looked at her and said, "You're good at taking care of patients. ”

Although the words are faint, there is obviously a sense of gratitude and appreciation in them. Nguyen Nightshade listened to his face without much joy. The divine color even darkened, I don't know what to think, seems a little distracted.

When Mo saw her like that, she thought she had said something wrong. Although she didn't quite understand where it touched Nguyen Nightshang, she also felt some remorse. "I mean, you're very considerate. ”

Nguyen Nightshade had just returned to God. When she realized that Mo seemed to have misunderstood her reaction, she quickly explained: “I was thinking of something else. I didn't think you were wrong. ”

Her eyelashes dropped and her face turned a little late red, adding: "Thank you. I'm really glad you complimented me on being thoughtful. ”

“Nor is it a compliment.” Flat face: “is to state objective facts. ”

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

“‘Thoughtful’ is a compliment, and you speak of objective facts, which are not more flattering facts.” Nguyen Nightshade just thought it was funny. She used to think that ink was sometimes a piece of wood. I didn't think that wood was sweet enough to talk. She also said that it wouldn't make people laugh. She had the skill of making people laugh tomorrow.

“Praise is an emotional outflow, and objective facts are objective, without any emotions. colors, then even if the usual compliments are used to describe them, they are colorless. Since you don't have feelings. Color, that's not a compliment, it's just a fact. ”

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

... can you pull a little more?

Nguyen Nightingale regretted herself just thinking too much, this is still wood.

“What's wrong with you bragging me?” Nguyen glanced at her and said strangely: “Do I have to explain this clearly? ”

She had a red ear when she was shy, but when her face was thick, it was really thick, and she said, “Anyway, I'll take that as a compliment. I have to take that as a compliment. You don't care, do you? ”

“Yes.” Nodded Ink: “It doesn't matter. ”

Nguyen Nightshang saw that she didn't understand the flair and nodded. “You are complimenting me. ”

This kind of gambling usually only occurs between people who are very close to each other, like family, or couples. People are always polite in front of strangers, and it's possible to show the other side in front of the intimate, because everyone understands that only the intimate person will truly tolerate you and care about you. More interestingly, some spoiled or gambling temper between couples, if grasped between the dimensions, happens to occasionally, usually receives sweet words from the person who cares.

But Nguyen Nightshang was completely unconscious, and I'm afraid she didn't even realize it herself.

Mo stopped talking and stared at Nguyen Nightingale.

After a while, she nodded peacefully as if she had made up her mind in a twist. “I'm complimenting you. ”

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

What's going on?

It is inevitable that when people hear this kind of adhesion when they gamble, they will feel it is a hypothesis, especially when sensitive people hear adhesion in this context, which is more counterproductive, and they will feel more agitated in the conversation. But the look on Mo's face was so serious, I looked at her and thought she was telling the truth this time.

Nguyen Nightshade also found it incredible, come and go around and come back, she now really feels that Mo is really praising her?

The mood fluctuates like a roller coaster, which in turn doubles the joy of being sure to be exaggerated.

Nguyen Nightshade settled his mind and said: “Do you know the words you just said, if someone else listens, they will probably suffocate their internal injuries? ”

"Mo shook his head.“ No. ”

“How not.” Nguyen Nightshade laughed: “You look like a piece of wood when you say it. ”

"'That's all I'm gonna say to you,' said Mo. 'How can anyone hear me? ”

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

Her heart beat just a few more beats.

This wood sometimes said these straight-white words can always disrupt her heart beat speed, but Mo always has a gorgeous color on her face, she can't judge, so she doesn't even know whether Mo is heartless or intentional.

“Did you suffocate your internal injuries too?” Ink frowned slightly, asking.

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

Smile inside out.

“No. You said that only to me, then I'll know what you mean. Don't worry, I won't hurt myself.” Nguyen's faint eyes glanced at Ink and got up and said, “I'll get you something to eat, you take a break. ”

Mo is actually already tired, but because Nguyen Nightshang is here, she doesn't want Nguyen Nightshang to worry too much, so she has been fighting hard. When she saw that Nguyen Nightshade was leaving for a while, she lay down. Nguyen Nightshade saw her face seemed tired and came up. She also guessed that she might have been struggling, her heart ached, and she lowered her head to help her pack her quilt and walked out.

Nguyen Nightshade makes a porridge at the hotel restaurant, and a digestible pasta snack, which is brought back to the Ink Room.

After sleeping for a while, Nguyen Nightshade woke her gently: “Get up and eat something, or your stomach won't take it. ”

Momo climbed up and took some barely. Nguyen Nightingale told her to take the medicine she took after dinner. I just couldn't sleep immediately after eating. I had to close my eyes on the bed to support her. Nguyen Nightingale didn't want to disturb her or say anything to her. Instead, she whispered, "Don't you have a photography assignment today? ”

“I delayed Lin, I'm fine today. ”

Mo lifted her eyelids and looked at her, which kept her eyes closed and she stopped talking.

Gradually, Mo's body twisted and seemed to fall asleep again. Nguyen Nightshang rushed carefully into the quilt and kept her close to her. She took a temperature measurement for her every other time. Although she had taken the medicine, if the temperature could not drop by then, she would probably have to go to the hospital.

By around 4 pm, Nguyen Nightingale measured the temperature again. See that the value shown on the electronic thermometer has decreased slightly, which is only a little reassuring. However, it is still a little hot when the forehead of Nguyen Ink is touched with the back of his hand.

Ink's lips moved, seemingly still mumbling.

Nguyen Nightingale couldn't hear clearly, so she approached her. Her ears were almost stuck to her lips, which is why she heard Mo say: "... Leaves. ”

Leaf?

Nguyen Nightshank listened for a while to confirm that what Mo said was indeed leaves, and he kept repeating the word leaves, his eyebrows locked, and his expression seemed very painful.

“… leaves.” Mo curled his lower body and his shoulders trembled slightly.

I'm afraid she's still in her dreams, talking nonsense, and Nguyen Nightshang can't comfort her. Sitting there, she feels helpless inside. After a while, Nguyen Nightshade's eyes fell on the leaf specimen on the table.

In the past, fans sent many gifts. Mo only picked an album full of leaf specimens to bring back. Mo Jia Estate also had several leaf specimens framed in her room. Now she is talking about leaves in her dreams...

Originally, Nguyen Nightshade just thought Ink liked leaf specimens. Now, when Ink looked at the leaf specimens, he did look a little strange.

What the hell is going on?

At this time, the ink curls more and more, and the subconscious is grabbing the quilt and wrapping itself tight, as if to cast a cocoon to protect itself. Nguyen Nightshade was anxious and afraid of what was going on. She was about to call Gu Qishong to send her to the hospital. As a result, she had just picked up her phone and was ready to dial, but suddenly she took a look in front of her and even the screen of her phone was blurred.

This brief dizziness caused Nguyen Nightingale to fall, her phone fell off, and at this moment her body seemed out of her control and fell.

This fell directly on the ink, and Nguyen Nightshake his heart. He clearly wanted to struggle, but he just couldn't help himself. As if her hands were no longer hers and her feet no longer belonged to her, she could only look at the world with her eyes open, but could no longer move, even once.

She didn't even know what was happening. She just felt that her consciousness was rapidly dissipating. She wanted to concentrate, but immediately it was like being knocked over by a raging wave, and everything was broken into pieces.

She had also seen news about sudden death before. Some people had suddenly lost consciousness at a certain point in time without any obvious physical signs. That death came so abruptly and quickly that people immediately went to death without any psychological preparation.

Is she on the verge of death now?

It's just that she can't even stand the fear.

The next moment, her consciousness seemed to have been completely drained, losing any ability to think, and no emotional ups and downs.

The day before yesterday, as her thoughts and perceptions returned, she found herself lying in a curly position in bed.

At the same time, she felt her body suddenly thrown into a boiling pan, flaming beneath her, as if pressed against something, pressing her chest into a bit of confusion.

Nguyen Nightshang barely turned her head and saw a man pressing against her.

When she saw the man's face clearly, she had a blank moment in her head.

If a few months ago she saw this person in front of her, she wouldn't feel anything at all. But since she exchanged her body, it's logically impossible for her to see this person alive in such a way.

This person is Mo Mo, and he appeared as Mo Mo.

Now she actually... sees Mo.

Not in the mirror, she did see the ink pressed against her, closed her eyes, familiar with the beauty that had been violated for a long time.

Is she blind?

Soon Nguyen made sure it wasn't a hallucination, and now she's back in her original body.

It's just that she had a fever in her torso, and she suddenly returned and felt like she was in a fire. She didn't have a fever before, but at least there was a warm water boiling frog process, instead of being suddenly thrown into a sick body like this, because of this sudden, the pain she suffered was like being magnified countless times, almost a delusion to turn to ash.

She was in a coma. Next time, her body was still asleep and unaffected. And perhaps the body has escaped the pain of fever, and her eyebrows are now stretched out, a quiet appearance.

Nguyen Nightingale looked at her peaceful sleeping face and immediately felt lucky, they switched back at this time.

This way, Ink can no longer endure the pain of illness and sleep well. She thought so, and felt that the feeling of being suddenly thrown into hot water seemed to have eased a lot, and felt happy.

Just not waiting for her to be happy, she felt her consciousness start pulling out a little bit like a filament again, she had a headache and didn't know what was happening to her body.

Many feelings can be described in words, but the feelings she is experiencing are almost indescribable, mostly blank, and strange fears and anxieties are drilled into the blank.

Soon she lost all her feelings again, like she did just now.

And then she woke up again.

She felt this time pressed against a person, and she was caught in a cold sweat.

The ink was still curling like it was at the beginning, burning and burning, and more strangely, she looked like Nguyen Nightshade.

Nguyen Nightshade looked at herself and her body is still inky.

Everything hasn't changed.

Was it all an illusion to switch back?

She got a little confused and initially thought she had a dream, but when she thought about the details, she became more certain that they were true.

She lifted her wrist and looked at the table below, and had been watching for time to determine when her temperature had been measured. She thought it had been a long time since she had lost consciousness twice, and it turned out that only a few minutes had passed since she had seen it.

Nguyen Nightshade cheered up, barely climbed out of bed, let Mo lie down in a relatively comfortable position, and then tucked the quilt for her, then sat down and sorted out her thoughts.

She did swap her body back with Mo.

Although this is a very short time to switch back, in minutes, it is.

Why is that?

Nguyen Nightshade is now a little confused. On the one hand, he doubts what just happened, and on the other, he worries about the condition of Nguyen Ink. She thought she couldn't go on like this. I'm afraid it doesn't look like a normal fever now, or it would be more reassuring to send her to the hospital. In case of anything, it would be much easier to have a doctor present, at least not as helpless as she is.

Nguyen picked up her cell phone from the ground and was about to call again, when the door was knocked.

Knock, knock.

The first reaction of Nguyen Nightshang was that Yan Xianghuan came over, ready to ask, but he heard the knocking very quickly a few times, and it was almost a nervous kind of knock, knocking people panicked, then disappeared, after a while there was no movement, like the person outside the door had gone.

As Nguyen Nightshade understood it, it was not like a cheerful style, let alone room service. She walked up to the door and glanced out with a cat's eye.

There's no one out there.

Those who knocked before did indeed leave.

Nguyen Nightshade slowly opened the door with a seam, but the anti-theft chain was still hanging. Through the open gap, she saw an a4-sized piece of paper dropped on the ground, with a conspicuous line on the upward side.

Each of these words is a different font, printed and cut off, one on this a4 piece of paper, one on the splice.

It says, "I'm here to see you. ”

Her face suddenly changed and her hands were shaking. She immediately called Gu Qishong: “Go to the hotel stairwell exit and see if anyone comes down the stairs and runs away, quickly! ”

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