"Ah, Wei Qing!" The boy suddenly exclaimed in the living room.
Wei Qing was startled by this miserable cry, and hurriedly collected his emotions and walked to the living room.
"Wei Qing, Wei Qing!" Yan Chuyang grinned and ran towards him, clutching his little finger tightly and said, "My finger is broken!"
"ah?"
"I broke my finger!"
Looking at the blood stains on the hem of the boy's white T-shirt, Wei Qing's heart shuddered, and he frowned and said, "Take your hands away and let me see."
"No way!"
Yan Chuyang clutched his fingers even tighter, bent over, and said in pain: "As soon as I take my fingers away, they will fall off, and you won't pick them up. I will be disabled by then!"
Wei Qing twitched his forehead violently: "It won't fall off, let me see the situation first, the hotel has an emergency medical kit, I'll help you deal with it first."
"No." Yan Chuyang's eye circles were red, his round pupils were watery and he shook his head and said, "It will fall, it will definitely fall."
"No, no." Wei Qing leaned over carefully, held the boy's wrist, and carefully opened his tightly clutched fingers one by one.
"It will fall." Yan Chuyang was still muttering, "It will definitely fall."
"No." Wei Qing comforted in a low voice, and then he struggled to pull one finger at a time. In the end, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
Nima, this kid is white and thin, how can he be so energetic.
Finally, Wei Qing broke off the boy's last thumb.
Yan Chuyang's body froze suddenly, he raised his head, closed his eyes as if death was at home, and shouted loudly: "Did you fall?"
Wei Qing picked up the white and slender little finger, walked back and forth, left, right, left, and right for a week, and asked softly, "Is this the hand you hurt?"
Yan Chuyang's shoulders were tense, and he said with a trembling voice in fear, "Yeah, what's going on?"
"Why didn't I see blood?"
Yan Chuyang opened his eyes and lowered his head to look: "How could I not see blood... ah!!!"
The boy let out a miserable cry, and held the other little finger in pain: "I made a mistake! I rubbed it, it was this finger, I said you broke my hand just now, why did it hurt me so much!"
Wei Qing twitched his forehead, let him go, took two steps back and said, "Don't be so exaggerated? Your other little finger is fine, it's just a little scratched."
Yan Chuyang raised his head resentfully, bared his teeth and said, "The skin of feelings is not broken in your hands, you don't understand ten fingers connected to a heart!"
Wei Qing shook his head incomprehensibly: "You are also a man..."
Yan Chuyang glared at him, walked to the sofa and took a band-aid from the tea table, tore it open with his mouth, and carefully covered the small scratches on his fingers.
While wrapping it, she said sullenly: "My grandma said that the body and the skin are affected by the parents. A real man is a man who will take care of his body."
Wei Qing snorted and laughed: "Your grandma needs to know that her words have become the reason for you to be greedy for life and fear death. I'm afraid you have to change what you said."
"It can't be changed." Yan Chuyang shrugged and said, "She has passed away."
"Oh." Wei Qing said embarrassingly: "Then your problem, I'm afraid it will be with you forever."
Yan Chuyang didn't speak, and after making sure to wrap his fingers, he ran to the sofa and took two "partner" certificates wrapped in red protective skins, handed one to Wei Qing and said, "Here, get married certificate."
Wei Qing took a look: "What are you doing so strong?"
"I have nothing to do when I'm idle, just mess around."
Looking at the red sign, Wei Qing felt it was a bit dazzling, so he didn't pick it up, but turned around and sat on the sofa, took a cup of coffee from the coffee table, took a sip, and said lightly: "Take it."
He really didn't want to see these two things.
Yan Chuyang's eyes lit up suddenly, and he said pleasantly, "Let me hold both?"
"Well, just keep it safe."
It's not a good thing anyway, it's the same to anyone who gets it, when you "divorce", just ask him again.
Yan Chuyang happily took the two marriage certificates and walked to the edge of the sofa, bent down and put them in his backpack, muttering in a low voice:
"My grandma said that the marriage certificate is held by the head of the family, because he is the head of the family. This is indeed true."
Wei Qing choked on the coffee, his face was half black and half green and said: "Your grandma's words are quite classic."
"That's right." Yan Chuyang zipped up his backpack, turned around and sat on the sofa, and said side by side with Wei Qing
"Old man, after living a lifetime, he will always live out his own words of wisdom."
Wei Qing nodded noncommittally.
Yan Chuyang leaned back on the back of the sofa, stretched his arms and said, "I'm so hungry, do you want to go down and buy something to eat?"
Wei Qing raised his hand and looked at his watch and said, "It's getting late, there is customer service under the hotel, just call later and ask someone to deliver some food."
"Okay then." Yan Chuyang sighed, touched his stomach and shrank down, "It's just that the food here is too unpalatable, and nothing is half-baked, and I feel sick to my stomach after eating it."
Wei Qing glanced at him strangely: "When I first met you, didn't you say that you like to eat medium-rare food?"
Yan Chuyang froze for a moment, his eyes rolled around in a panic and said:
"Ah, didn't you have a bad stomach recently? So, you have to control your diet."
Wei Qing hummed, but didn't say much. After sitting for a while, he suddenly took out a wallet from his suit pocket, took out a wad of hundred yuan cash and handed it to Yan Chuyangdao
"I came abroad in a hurry, and I didn't bring much money with me. You should take this little cash first. It can be regarded as your remuneration for the busy work you have been doing in the past two days."
Yan Chuyang's heart stabbed, and he said sullenly: "Didn't the contract say monthly settlement? It's only been a few days?"
"Um." Wei Qing thought for a while, "It's an extra bonus for these few days, after all, it's also very hard for you to run back and forth."
Yan Chuyang stared at the red pile of Grandpa Mao in a daze for a moment, then suddenly shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, since you insist on giving it to me, then I will be disrespectful."
After speaking, he took the money.
Wei Qing felt relieved, giving money is the best way to divide the distance between two people and let Yan Chuyang understand his identity.