Not long after the heavy rain stopped, another round of heavy rain began. The roaring thunder from the sky made this war-torn city seem particularly peaceful.

Tong Shuang hired a hot bath, relaxed her whole body, and talked on the phone with her hometown. In the past few years, she also has a lot of capable people in her hands, which relieved her of a lot of worries.

"If he moves, let him move, don't worry about him." Tong Shuang hired a cup of tea and took a sip. This year, the new tea in Zhuangzi only received two cans, and all of them were delivered to her.

The tea fragrance is bitter and slightly astringent, just enough to calm the chaotic mood.

Tong Gulong is a waste that can't hold things back. In the early years, she couldn't do anything when she couldn't stand her heels firmly. What's more, now, at most, she can get some oil and water from it, and she has to drop the handle.

Doing more and making more mistakes, why doesn't his mind just understand? I always feel that I can **** Tong Mansion from her, which is really ridiculous.

——She deserves to be caught in her palm and played with it.

Tong Shuangpin opened and closed his palms. Although he was still listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, his mind was already drifting away.

I don't know what happened to someone in the attic.

It has been half an hour after this call was finished, and the heavy rain still didn't mean to stop. Tong Shuangpin put down the phone and looked out: "What happened to her?"

The housekeeper hurriedly came over to reply, shook his head, and stopped talking: "I locked the door and refused to come out. I haven't come out for a meal until now."

Tong Shuangpin sneered, and gave birth to some irritation for no reason. She was only taking revenge for one or two, but Shi Qingyue even dared to take Joe.

"Then let her stay alone." Tong Shuangpin lowered his eyes and took a book from the side table. "How did Dr. Huo I asked you to contact?"

"It's already on the way, and we will arrive in a few days, and all the boats you want are ready."

Tong Shuangpin nodded slightly. The book in her hand was a playbook collected from various places. She glanced at it, and she became a little impetuous for no reason, and closed the book again after a while.

There seemed to be a gap in the horizon, and the heavy rain couldn't stop it, and it didn't stop until the next night.

Tong Shuang stood in front of the window with his arms folded, and the few rose clusters in the attic were left unattended.

On the street outside the window, there are children riding bicycles selling newspapers, and sad news and misfortunes follow one after another, making people feel irritable.

The ups and downs of her life in the past two years have been amazing. She has been reduced from an actor to a favorite of warlords, and then sold into the quagmire. Until then she rises up. Her determination is beyond imagination, but at this moment, she still has some power. Restless.

——It's an upset that even good tea in early spring can't suppress.

"How is she? Still refuse to come out?"

The servant beside him shook his head: "Don't tell me to come out for dinner, even the door didn't even open."

The rain was getting worse and worse, Tong Shuangpin thought for no reason of her clothes torn by herself, and the thin quilt that could barely keep out the cold.

"Go get an umbrella, I'll see it."

Tong Shuang frowned, but didn't hesitate.

She is always so soft-hearted, this is her shortcoming, and it must be corrected in the future, now might as well go and see what Shi Qingyue is playing.

The door of the attic was fastened. Tong Shuangpin pushed two of them and didn't push it open, so he was patient. He stepped back and let the forceful kick the door directly.

The old attic door fell down with only a groan. The room was extremely humid, and the ground was full of water. A ball of bedding engulfed a person, and the heavy rain couldn't hide the coughing inside.

Tong Shuangpin blocked other people out of the door, and entered by himself.

The room was dim, mixed with intermittent coughing, Shi Qingyi was nestled in the cotton wool with his back facing her.

Tong Shuang hired her hand to turn her over. She thought she would meet resistance, but she was as soft as Cotton and completely powerless, so she turned around.

His cheeks were flushing, he was in a cold sweat, his hair was wet with sweat, his long curly eyelashes were trembling, and he was trying to cover himself with a thin quilt. The whole person was still trembling thinly.

Tong Shuangpin's expression condensed.

Later, he quickly asked someone to take the cloak and hold the umbrella, and carefully carried him out. Tong Shuangpin was a lame man. One leg couldn't hold up any strength. Even if he wanted to help, he had no choice but to hold an umbrella on the side.

Shi Qingzhang was very sick with this disease, and the fever was not going to go away. Tong Shuang hired her directly into his bedroom under the stunned eyes of everyone, and changed her clothes with his own hands.

Shi Qingyue's skin was delicate and tender. It was the kind that left a bruise mark with just a touch. Tong Shuang couldn't think about other things when she changed her clothes. She didn't start to feel cold sweat behind her back when the doctor came over and stepped aside.

She leaned back in the chair and felt that her whole person was a little weak. Those wounds were shocking and made her spine chill. The gunshot wound on her back had not healed, and the other scars were crisscrossed.

Some were about the scars left on the back of Tong's mansion. The abraded spine had already deteriorated in the hot weather, and the clothes were damp, but it was stuck to the wound all day and night, and it was like tearing off a layer of flesh when he took off his clothes.

The man was trembling with pain even in a coma.

This is only one day and one night. If she is more cruel, no one knows whether she will die of illness directly--

Thinking of this, Tong Shuangpin suddenly opened her eyes, her eye sockets were already slightly red, and she scolded herself for nothing. Such a **** is not worthy of distress, and she raised her forehead and asked: "Is it serious?"

The doctor put the stethoscope in his arms: "It's almost forty degrees, why isn't it serious? If you burn it for a while, I'm afraid it won't be a fool."

But he just said something like this, and rushed to prescribe the medicine, so as to relieve the family's heart, "But it's okay, as long as the fever is gone, it means that the patient has too many injuries, I am afraid that it will take a while to recuperate."

The family looking at this place should be good, and the doctor can't figure out why the patient would be dragged to work hard, leaving so many pains, I am afraid it will not be good for the future.

"Well, I'll pay more attention in the future." Tong Shuangpin nodded, let out a sigh of relief, and asked the housekeeper to prepare a gift and send the doctor out.

It took another day for Shi Qingyi's serious illness to gradually wake up. Tong Shuanglien leaned on the bed and fell asleep with his forehead. Even an iron man would inevitably be sleepy after a day's effort.

The dream was weird. She dreamed that she was Yang Yuhuan, babbling on the stage to sing the Palace of Longevity, Shi Qingyue suddenly jumped up and picked her costume with a gun, and cocked her head with a hippy smile and called her concubine.

She was so annoyed that she was about to reprimand her for being excessive, but the scenery suddenly changed. Tang Minghuang of Shi Qingyi was standing in front of Maweipo. She was standing on a boat. In a blink of an eye, the waves had drowned all the figures.

She opened her eyes suddenly, feeling that someone was struggling to hold her hand: "Miss Tong, have you had a nightmare?"

Those eyes were clear and clear, but they somehow made Tong Shuangpin's heart numb.

Her heart was dull and painful, as if she was stabbed by someone, and she couldn't even speak, so she hurriedly went out and asked people to prepare a bowl of fish porridge.

Shi Qingyue hadn't eaten for two days and one night, and there was no water in. The hungry front heart pressed against his back. The steaming fish soup came over and began to gobble it up, even if he didn't even notice the hand burn.

Tong Shuang hired her bowl to feed her personally, taking a bite. Shi Qingyi was hungry no matter how hungry he was. She could only bite the corner of her mouth and was hired to feed her by Tong Shuang.

"Miss Tong, no, I can..."

"This fish soup is too hot, I'll come."

Tong Shuangpin's voice was calm and there was no panic. At this moment, she felt calm and calm in her ears. Shi Qingyi gritted her teeth and obeyed and finished eating one bite at a time.

After the fish soup was finished, the doctor said that he could eat other things, and the food was ready. Tong Shuangpin stayed up for several days and night, his sleepy forehead bounced with blue veins and kept pressing his forehead heart.

"Miss Tong, come up and rest for a while."

Shi Qingyue's voice was hoarse, because she had a bad cold and she was covered in the blanket. After speaking, she regretted it. She was still ill. Wouldn't Tong Shuang be hired to pass on the illness to her?

When Shi Qingzhang wanted to say something else, Tong Shuangpin had already leaned in on his own initiative.

She seemed to be very tired, she was leaning against the bed, and she was black and looked very distressed.

"Don't you hate me?"

After lying down for a while, Tong Shuangpin suddenly started talking. Her voice was hoarse and she felt helpless and tired.

"Why do you want to hate you?" Shi Qingyue lowered his head and thought for a while, "You saved my life, and the subordinates sold it to the master. Isn't it just selling my life together?"

So I can't resist doing anything to me, she lowered her head and sighed softly.

Tong Shuangpin smiled, but he was very enlightened, not at all like Shi Qingyue before.

She was in a daze. These things piled up all at once, but she hesitated with her determination and certainty a few days ago. She just asked the doctor and said that high fever may cause amnesia, but it is rare.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?"

Tong Shuangpin pressed her forehead and looked at the ceiling quietly, her revenge seemed to be hitting cotton, and her pain and hysteria made her a little empty for no reason.

The room fell into silence again, and it took a long time, maybe a long time, before I heard a hoarse question.

"Then, Miss Tong, can I ask a question?"

Tong Shuangpin closed his eyes and said in a cold voice, almost sleepy, about to fall asleep, and said in a dumb voice, "You ask."

When Shi Qingyue was out of danger, her heart fell from the air, and finally she was about to feel relieved. Days of fatigue suddenly hit.

"I..." Shi Qingyue was not far from her, maybe it was because of a cold or something, and his voice was hoarse and low, as if it was a difficult question to ask.

"Miss Tong, am I her stand-in?"

Tong Shuangpin: "..."

The drowsiness just swept away, as if a basin of cold water was pulled down, her heartbeat almost slowed down, and there was no reaction for a while.

Shi Qingyue had already closed his eyes, and seemed to find it difficult to speak, but he was still struggling to find an answer.

Hoarsely asked her: "You..."

"The person you like, me, am I her substitute?"

Her voice was trembling, but the whole person was still calm, and in this calm there was an inexplicable heaviness and pain, and the sadness made people unable to breathe.

——Am I her substitute?