Facts have proved that there are always some people in this world whose logic is different from ordinary people.
Wen Yu really didn't understand, facing a weak woman who was knocked down by the wind and snow, how could a normal man's reaction be to probe her breath to make sure she was still alive
It was so outrageous that I was speechless.
Wen Yu suddenly lost interest in acting, and opened her eyes with an indifferent expression of "Oh brother, you're back".
After a lot of tossing, I finally entered the house.
The thermostat was turned on at home, and Wen Yu felt much warmer as soon as she entered the living room, but she was still shivering uncontrollably because of the long freezing.
Jiang Yuhe sat down on the sofa, his eyes fell lightly, "How could he be locked out?"
Fortunately, I thought about my speech beforehand.
Wen Yu explained innocently: "The weather is fine in the morning, and I wanted to go out to bask in the sun, but when the wind blew, the door was slammed shut."
Quiet for a while.
"real?"
Why are you still suspicious.
"Of course it's true." Wen Yu's nasal voice was frozen out, which automatically added a bit of grievance to her: "Why doesn't brother believe me?"
Jiang Yuhe stared at her silently for a few seconds, then suddenly got up and walked over.
Walk up to Wen Yu.
Bending slightly, her hands rested on the sides of her wheelchair.
Wen Yu seemed to be trapped in a trial chair for an instant.
Even if Jiang Yuhe didn't speak, he still had an oppressive aura about him.
What's more, Wen Yu was still lying, and after being suppressed like this, her confidence was instantly lacking.
"Why, what's the matter, brother."
After a while, Jiang Yuhe suddenly raised his right hand.
Wen Yu was startled, and subconsciously hid back, thinking that he was going to torture her, but saw him tearing something off her shoulder.
"Dry this in the sun?"
This is a sticker advertisement for the opening discount of a hot pot restaurant.
Wen Yu was dumbfounded.
She quickly remembered that when she went to a second-hand luxury store to sell bags, a newly opened hot pot restaurant nearby was posting advertisements, with leaflets, stickers, balloons and the like.
I also sent it to her, but she didn't want it.
Good guy, don't just stick to yourself
"Where did you go?" The man stood up straight, his tone already a little more warning.
Wen Yu didn't expect that her flawless reasons would be sold out by an advertisement.
There is no other way right now, instead of trying to correct this impossible lie, it is better to admit it directly.
Wen Yu closed her eyes, her heart changed, and her emotions changed in an instant: "Yes, I left on purpose."
"I can see that my brother doesn't like me, and it doesn't make sense for me to stay here. If I didn't really forget who I am, I wouldn't bother everyone like this."
While talking, Wen Yu choked up.
"I'm very sad about what happened yesterday. I'm all for my brother. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, and no one will care if you vomit, but my brother actually thinks I have ulterior motives."
"I'm hurt, my heart hurts more than my leg, so I want to leave and not bother my brother anymore."
"But when I came to the street alone in a wheelchair and found nowhere to go, I was so scared."
"So I'm back again."
"I'm sorry, brother," Wen Yu was already sobbing, she turned around silently, "I lied to you, I'm leaving now, I won't bother you anymore."
Wen Yuke pitifully prepared to run away from home again, the moment the wheelchair turned around, her heart went crazy os—
"Leave me!"
"say something!"
"Ah, hurry up!"
After a long time, Jiang Yuhe, who was indifferent and tearful after hearing this, covered his face and took a deep breath—
"return."
Wen Yu smiled.
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She turned around and sucked her nose: "Then I want to drink hot milk."
Jiang Yuhe: "..."
It snowed all night, and when we got up the next day, the ground was covered with a light layer of white.
Aunt Twelfth came back after nine o'clock last night. She went to the hospital for a follow-up visit to her old ailments yesterday, but the doctor came late for emergency surgery, and it snowed and traffic jams in the evening. It was a miserable day.
Jiang Yuhe didn't go to the company in the morning. After eating as usual at noon, Wen Yu was thinking about how to tell him that today is the day for her second dressing change, when the man took the initiative to remind her: "Lao He will come to pick you up later to change the dressing." .”
Probably because of his heart-warming words last night, Jiang Yuhe didn't mention the matter of sleeping on the sofa again, so Wen Yu naturally gave up as soon as she saw it, and replied in a low voice, "Oh."
After a while, I still couldn't help but probe, "What about you, brother."
Jiang Yuhe didn't even raise his head, "Together."
This answer was beyond Wen Yu's expectation. The last time he changed the dressing, he accompanied him because he happened to be going to the hospital to deal with Li Man's matter, but this time no one stayed in the hospital.
Could it be that he specially accompanied himself
It wasn't until Jiang Yuhe really arrived at the hospital that Wen Yu believed it—this man was so merciful that he accompanied her to change the medicine.
This dressing change was much smoother than before. Wen Yu kept in mind the lesson that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and she cooperated with the doctor very much.
Just as she was changing her dressing, Jiang Yuhe came to the doctor's office,
"How long will it take her to remember who she is?"
"Mr. Jiang." The doctor said patiently: "Stress amnesia is a very complicated condition. According to our clinical data, before the accident, 80% of the injured suffered major trauma in their lives. ,so-"
"I'm not interested in knowing that." Jiang Yuhe interrupted the doctor, "Just tell me how long it will take."
The doctor paused, "Some three to five years, some one to two months."
"Three to five years?" Jiang Yuhe obviously didn't expect such a long time.
The doctor nodded and told him straightforwardly:
"She feels that you are her brother now, so you might as well do as she wants to soothe her emotions. The more relaxed she is, the faster she can recover. But on the contrary, if you keep resisting and indifferent to her, she is still in an insecure state." In a sensitive environment, there is no benefit at all, in other words—”
"The more you cooperate with her, the sooner the relationship will hopefully end."
Jiang Yuhe thought for a moment, then left the office without saying anything.
Back in the ward, Wen Yu's medicine had already been changed, and when she saw Jiang Yuhe coming in, she told him coquettishly, "Brother, I'm fine, I don't need to be restricted for five minutes today."
Lao He also praised Wen Yu for being brave.
Jiang Yuhe held his lips, "Let's go when you're done."
Coming out of the hospital, Jiang Yuhe had been thinking about something, Lao He was driving the car, he hesitated for a while before he said embarrassedly: "Boss, today is the winter solstice, I would like to invite you and Xiaoyu to my house to eat dumplings .”
Jiang Yuhe returned to his senses and frowned, "Who is Xiaoyu?"
"Me." Wen Yu turned around from the front row and smiled at Jiang Yuhe: "Uncle He always said that he didn't know how to call me, but I didn't remember what my name was, so I just chose a random name, Xiaoyu."
After a pause, "Is Jiang Xiaoyu okay?"
In the latter sentence, Wen Yu deliberately tried it on a temporary basis. He thought that Jiang Yuhe would refuse, but he didn't expect to be silent for a few seconds. He nodded:
"Um."
...
Is it okay to say yes to such a big thing as a person airborne on your family tree
I'm just talking casually, are you a little hasty
Jiang Yuhe was so straightforward, but Wen Yu didn't know how to answer the conversation.
Seeing that Jiang Yuhe didn't answer his question, Uncle He understood how he would come to his home for the festival in his capacity, so he took the initiative to say: "Boss, it's okay if you don't have time, I will bring Xiaoyu to eat and send her back okay."
Jiang Yuhe looked out of the window, and after a while, he replied softly, "No, let's go together."
Wen Yu: "..."
Lao He's home is a simple two-bedroom apartment. Although the place is small, it is very warmly decorated. As soon as Wen Yu came in, she felt the kind of warmth that she had longed for since childhood, a kind of warmth called home.
Lao He's daughter is Yin Yin, just 20 years old, slightly fat, cute and enthusiastic. As soon as Wen Yu came in, she took the initiative to push her wheelchair.
"You are sister Xiaoyu? Hello, sister!"
Looking up and seeing Jiang Yuhe following behind, he yelled again and again, "Hello, big brother!"
Mrs. He came out wearing an apron and spat, and smiled apologetically at Jiang Yuhe: "I'm sorry Mr. Jiang, Yinyin is not big or small, don't be surprised, come and sit inside."
Jiang Yuhe smiled rarely, "It doesn't matter."
Because of Jiang Yuhe's visit, Lao He and his wife were both excited and terrified. They were serving tea, pouring water and peeling fruits, for fear that the young master would be neglected by some poor hospitality.
Soon, the dumplings were served on the table.
Lao He said: "I don't know what flavors you guys like. I wrapped some of each. This is shrimp stuffing, vegetarian three delicacies, mushroom pork... What kind of stuffing do you like, boss?"
Jiang Yuhe: "Whatever."
Lao He put all the flavors into plates and put them on the table.
Wen Yu hasn't eaten this kind of homemade dumplings for a long time. The last time she ate them was during the New Year's Eve at You Xin's house. At that time, their family was full of warm and fireworks like the old He's house.
And that New Year's Eve, Wen Yi'an was in Canada to discuss business, and sent Wen Yu a video to say Happy New Year, baby.
It can't be said that there is no love, but some love has warmth, and it is very reassuring to hold in your hand.
Some are hollow and shatter when touched.
The dumplings on the table were steaming hot, the TV was playing lively programs, Yinyin was asking Jiang Yuhe about gossip about the entertainment industry, and Lao He was making dumplings for Mrs. He.
On this warm winter solstice night, Wen Yu suddenly began to believe what the old fortune teller in the night market said.
After that night, she seemed to lose everything, but went on another amazing journey and met these lovely and warm people.
Of course, Wen Yu poked his thoughts secretly - except for that cold block of ice beside him.
While eating, Yinyin pointed to the TV and said, "My favorite variety show has started!"
Wen Yu casually followed and looked over, it was okay not to look, as soon as she saw the person, she was fixed there.
The guest was Shen Mingjia...
The scumbag was wearing a decent suit, singing on the stage in a gentlemanly manner.
If he didn't know who he is in private, Wen Yu might be confused by the camera, thinking that this is a gentle and handsome male star.
Unfortunately he is not.
"Sister Xiaoyu, is that brother in the white suit handsome?" Yin Yin pointed at the TV, "I recently became a fan of the idol, you don't even know how amazing he is!"
Wen Yu: "..."
Well, you don't know how crazy he is.
Wen Yu's heart said loudly - "Sister, don't want it! You can see clearly, this is a trash man!"
But on the face, he could only smile politely, "Really, I don't chase stars."
Otherwise, what can she do? Tell her about being cheated on by this scumbag, and expose yourself in front of Jiang Yuhe
What she is currently using is the amnesia script, once she slips up, all her efforts will be wasted.
Besides, it doesn't seem very good to give pointers to other people's idols when they meet for the first time.
Forget it, thinking of this, Wen Yu decided to talk less and cook more.
She wanted to put some shrimp stuffing on the plate, but when she picked up the chopsticks, she found that there were only other stuffing left on the plate.
I had no choice but to put the chopsticks down silently as if nothing happened.
Jiang Yuhe asked Yinyin at this time: "Do you like Shen Mingjia very much?"
Yinyin smiled embarrassedly: "The main reason is that all the sisters around me like him. These days the house is afraid of falling down, and everyone wants to be a clean brother."
During this casual conversation, no one noticed that Jiang Yuhe naturally gave Wen Yu the shrimp dumpling in his bowl.
Wen Yu was dumbfounded by this sudden blow of warmth.
What's the meaning
Ignoring who they were talking about, Wen Yu stared at the dumplings in the bowl with question marks in her head until a lazy voice fell into her ear:
"Are you thinking about what poison I gave you?"
"...Of course not." Wen Yu picked up the chopsticks with an awkward smile, always feeling something weird.
At nine o'clock in the evening, after dinner, Lao He put on a big leather jacket and said that he would send Wen Yu downstairs, but Jiang Yuhe naturally put his hand on Wen Yu's wheelchair: "No need, I'll come."
"Ah?" Wen Yu opened her eyes wide, kicking her feet and trying to stand up: "You—"
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yuhe pressed him back: "Sit down."
"..."
The two of them had no communication in the elevator. Wen Yu didn't know what Jiang Yuhe was suffering from, so she trembled all the way, and finally got to the downstairs car. She was about to consciously go to the back seat, but Jiang Yuhe suddenly touched a cigarette and lit it.
Then he leaned back against the rear door.
Wen Yu had no choice but to withdraw her hand to open the door, and waited obediently.
After all, she knew the rules of riding in the same car with Jiang Yuhe, he had to sit in the back when driving, and he had to consciously go to the co-pilot if he sat in the back.
There was the sound of wind rustling in my ears, and the street lamps were old but bright, clearly casting a thin layer of light on the man's face.
I don't know how much time passed, Jiang Yuhe suddenly pinched his cigarette and said, "Call again to listen."
Wen Yu didn't react at first, she was stunned for two seconds before probing: "... Brother?"
Jiang Yuhe lowered his eyes and smiled, this smile was very light, but it seemed that there were many emotions in it that Wen Yu couldn't understand.
In the next second, the man raised his hand and opened the front co-pilot's door:
"From now on, I will sit next to my brother."