As soon as the words were spoken, the noise in the corridor got louder.
The old man coughed lightly, "Alright, let's stop here."
The old lady shouted through the door, "Then recite a poem, 'The Book of Songs, National Wind, Zheng Wind, Wild Vines'. I'll open the door if you read it once."
The old man, "..."
The old lady, "If you don't recite it, forget it. You can sleep on the sofa downstairs, it's spacious."
...
In the middle of the night, Qiao Qiao got up to feel Nini's forehead, it was still a bit hot, she looked at Qin Shaonan beside her, "Where did you put the fever patches? I'll go get one and change it."
Qin Shaonan pressed her down, "I'll go."
He got out of bed, put on slippers, took a loungewear from the closet, put it on, and went out the door.
Downstairs, when Qin Shaonan turned on the light, he saw the old man sleeping on the sofa.
He didn't make a sound and searched for fever patches in the drawer of the coffee table.
