"It's here, the food is delicious and the bed is very comfortable." After speaking, Shang Muxiao rang the doorbell.
By this point I had guessed that he was going to spend the night at a farmhouse, but it still felt absurd.
"I never said I wanted to live here." I never knew I wanted to live here.
Shang Muxiao didn't take it seriously: "No, you have to clean the wound, right? You drive back for two hours like this, and by the time you get to Qingwan, your blood will be drained."
Just listening to what he said, people who didn't know thought I had hurt an aorta.
"This little wound will not dry the blood..."
He suddenly laughed and interrupted me: "Has anyone ever said that you are too serious?"
Have. And when they say that, they're usually trying to shut me up.
I fell silent and said no more.
"Who is it so late..." The old man in the blue shirt came over to open the door. When he saw Shang Muxiao, he was stunned. When he saw me again, he was even more surprised, "Did this... fall?" He asked clearly. Not enough self-confidence.
"I called to reserve a room before." Shang Muxiao didn't answer, he pushed me into the small courtyard, "Please help me check in quickly, we are all tired."
The small courtyard is an authentic Chinese farmyard. There are several round tables in the lobby and an L-shaped counter at the door.
The old man closed the courtyard door and walked slowly into the house.
"It turned out to be you, I thought you weren't coming." He turned into the counter, tapped the key from underneath, "Go straight and turn right into the third room."
Shang Muxiao pushed me all the way to the room, and when I entered the door and saw two beds, I secretly let out a sigh of relief.
"Wait, I'm going to ask the boss for something." Shang Muxiao put me down and went out again. After about five minutes, he came back with a first aid kit in his hand.
He opened the box and took out cotton swabs and hydrogen peroxide to clean the wound for me.
"I'll do it myself..." I went to grab his cotton swab, and he stepped aside without saying a word, but he had already shown with his actions - this is not something I can decide.
I was really tired, not only physically but also mentally. Shang Muxiao is really good, even looking at a star can make me exhausted.
I smiled at him, made a "please" gesture, and gave up my autonomy over my wounds.
"When I fell when I was a child, my parents would only let me endure it. Only my sister would treat my wounds. But she was a little clumsy and always made me hurt a lot. When I grew up, I learned to deal with my wounds by myself." His movements It's very gentle, hardly makes me feel too much pain, and it's really skilled.
"You love my sister very much."
Shang Muxiao's hand froze, the cotton swab did not control the strength, and poked into the flesh, causing sharp pain. I subconsciously wanted to withdraw my hand, but Shang Muxiao grabbed my wrist even harder and pulled it back in front of me.
This time, he moved more carefully. Wherever the cotton swab passed, he would feel a cool breath blowing.
"Because, she is my only gem." He lowered his face, and I could only faintly see that he seemed to curl his lips, "I am not as rich as a professor, and have so many gems. I only have one, Of course it will be appreciated.”
What he said, even a steel-hearted person would feel sour when he heard it. Thinking of the environment in which he grew up when he was a child, his father didn't love his mother, and suddenly he understood his crazy behavior - it was cultivated since he was a child, and he was fighting for "attention" subconsciously.
wrong…
I wake up. Why should I give him a reason? Since he can use bitterness against Shang Yunrou, he can also use it on me. Going crazy and then acting pitifully, to win my sympathy, is like dealing with wounds, maybe it is also his specialty.
Putting aside the slight grief, I hit him directly and said, "The expression you cherish is to force her to break up with her boyfriend?"
Shang Muxiao didn't think there was anything wrong with his approach at all, his tone was quite righteous, and he had his own set of theories: "They are not from the same world, and they will not be happy together. That man has low education, no money, and has been divorced. , and a daughter. My sister is rich and educated, young and beautiful, and she deserves the best man in the world."
The more he talked, the more disgusted he became, and it made me feel guilty. With a clear cough, I asked, "What's your father's attitude? Does he also object?"
"He doesn't care about our lives at all." Shang Muxiao threw away the cotton swab and wrapped gauze on my hand, "He is still living in a dream."
Regarding Shang Lu, he didn't say much, and I didn't ask much. But it is clear that their relationship is not very good.
After wrapping his hands, Shang Muxiao took out another cotton swab from the first aid kit, knelt down halfway, and naturally wanted to roll up my trouser legs.
I was stunned for two seconds before I realized that he was going to treat the wound on my leg for me, so I quickly grabbed his arm and stopped him in panic.
"Wait. I can do it myself, I can do it myself."
Since the car accident, I don't like people touching my legs. Except for the physiotherapist, these legs are just like Miss Gu Shi's three-inch golden lotus, and it is easy for others to see it.
Shang Muxiao gave me a deep look, straightened up, and threw the cotton swab back into the box.
"I'll take a shower first. Don't sneak away, after all..." He raised his right hand, showing me what was on his index finger, "I have the car keys."
As soon as I touched my pocket, I only found my mobile phone, and I didn't know when the car keys were stolen by him.
How can there be such a person...
Until Shang Muxiao entered the bathroom and I was the only one left in the room, I was still in a state of extreme shock.
The subject is driven by "motivation" and presents the will through action. In other words, everything has a motive, and there is no act without motive in this world.
Shang Muxiao should also have motives for doing things, but his motives are really unpredictable. As long as it was about him, nothing developed that I expected.
Before, I thought that he was not as friendly as Shang Lu, and it seemed difficult to get close, but now that I think about it, maybe "difficult to get close" is not what he feels. "It's hard to get close" is just my intuition telling me that I should stay away from him, we are not the same.
Compared with Shang Yunrou and Yang Haiyang, we are truly two worlds.
There is no feeling in the legs, and it is very convenient to handle it by yourself. I cleaned the wound a little rough and put on gauze, but Shang Muxiao hadn't even finished taking a shower.
Putting his coat on one of the beds, I controlled the wheelchair towards the balcony door. I noticed just now that there was still a door in the house. I thought it was a balcony, but when I opened it, I found it was a yard.
The yard is surrounded by flowers and plants as a natural barrier, without much decoration, only a table and two chairs are placed under the porch.
The moon tonight is extraordinarily round. I watched the moon in the yard for a while, and heard a noise behind me. When I went back to the house, I saw that Shang Muxiao had already taken a bath and came out.
He only wrapped a bath towel around his lower body, and his upper body was bare, revealing his strong muscles, and his hair was still dripping water.
A closer look at him still has injuries, and there are varying degrees of bruises on his ribs and waist. Yang Haiyang is a dead hand, showing no mercy at all.
"Do you want to take a shower?" he wiped his hair. "I can help you."
I turned around and closed the door, ignoring his suggestion.
"When will the car keys be returned to me?"
He lay down on the bed and started playing with his phone.
"Tomorrow," he said.
Does this mean you have to stay overnight
I resisted the urge to sigh, out of sight and out of mind, and controlled the wheelchair to go to the bathroom.
This is just an ordinary farmhouse, and all facilities serve ordinary people first, and there are no special facilities for the disabled. This means that it will be extremely difficult for me to go to the toilet or take a shower.
Fortunately, it was only one night, so I should be able to get over it. I don't know why, but suddenly I have a few optimistic thoughts at such a time. It turned out later that this might also be a protective mechanism of the brain—to soothe my crumbling heart.
After simply scrubbing his body, when he left the bathroom, the lights in the room had already dimmed. Shang Muxiao's bed was silent, the quilt was bulging, and only a little part of the black hair was exposed on the top, looking like he was asleep.
Good thing I fell asleep.
The wheelchair was driving on the carpet without much noise. Taking care not to wake the other person, I parked the wheelchair by the side of the bed with one side next to the edge of the bed, and then rolled over on the side of the bed with a somewhat awkward posture. When I finally leaned against the head of the bed with the strength of my arms, I couldn't stop panting.
Looking at the injured palm, there was a little blood on the surface of the snow-white gauze, which was made when it was propped up on the bed just now.
This is also the reason why I have to wait for Shang Muxiao to fall asleep. No matter how good I usually pretend to be, when this happens, I will still turn back into that useless trash that can't do anything. So ugly.
The disability is already very serious, and the disability of only one hand is really fatal.
With a wry smile, he put the quilt over his body, and then glanced in the direction of Shang Muxiao. He was still in his original posture, and seemed to have fallen asleep.
I hadn't slept well. First, I wasn't used to the unfamiliar environment, and secondly... I started dreaming again.
"Beida, I have something to tell you when I come back from this trip." Lu Feiheng touched my head with a gentle smile on his lips and said, "I thought about it for a long time and thought I should tell you."
I don't really like people touching my hair, so I avoided it and asked, "Can't I say something now?"
"No. It's still a secret and cannot be unlocked."
At that time, I was too young to get more information from his complicated eyes and words and deeds. I just had a strange premonition that what he had to say was very important, very important.
"Mysterious." He refused to say, so I stopped asking, thinking that the answer would be known in five days, but I didn't want to be separated the next day.
What is his secret? What does he want to talk to me? These questions used to be my nightmare. Later, as I grew older, slowly, from hesitation to disbelief to conviction, one day I suddenly realized that I had missed a young and frivolous love.
Lu Feiheng, Jing Shen and Xu Wei were my roommates in college. I treat Lu Feiheng no different from the other two, I never thought he would like me. But looking back, in fact, many details are already very obvious. Even Jing Shen and Xu Wei, I suspect they have seen the clue long ago, so I suggested that everyone go to the ancient town together to create opportunities for me and Lu Feiheng.
As a result, the opportunity was not created, and everyone suffered a serious car accident first.
Due to the sudden change of lanes by the vehicle in front, the vehicle lost control and crashed into the high-speed isolation barrier.
Xu Wei and I were thrown out of the car. I was lucky and survived, but Xu Wei was unfortunate. When we fell out, he landed on the back of his head, and he was dying before the ambulance arrived. The other two, sitting in the front row, were stuck in the severely deformed car, and they were engulfed in a raging fire before the fire truck could even arrive.
For a long time, I could hear the screams of both of them after I fell asleep.
I was in so much pain that I told my mother about it, but she said it was just my hallucination. The two of them had been seriously injured when the fire was on, and their consciousness was blurred, and it was impossible to scream.
She is such a person, she has always been cold, rigid, and without any warmth.
My dream was very messy. One moment I was talking to Lu Feiheng, the next moment I sat in the car, and the next moment, when the car lost control and hit the isolation barrier, I woke up suddenly, and the person had fallen under the bed.
I'm still a little stunned, I'm not very clear when I hold my forehead, and I'm full of doubts, why can I still fall off the guardrail? Why is it so soft under the body, and when did the house have a carpet
"Hey, are you okay?"
It was not until Shang Muxiao's voice sounded that I gradually regained my senses and remembered that I was outside, in a farmhouse called "Liu Shui Ren Jia".
"It's alright..." The light above my head suddenly turned on, and I raised my hand uncomfortably to block my eyes.
There was a rustling sound from Shang Muxiao's side, and after a while, he jumped out of bed, wearing only a pair of jeans, unbuttoned.
I was still a little confused, I just stared at him blankly, forgetting even the rejection.
He carried me to the bed with the quilt, and I sat for a while while he put on the t-shirt.
"It's seven o'clock, are you hungry?" He glanced at his phone and asked.
I shook my head, and after slowing down, the hunger was not obvious, but another physical desire gradually became prominent, with a full sense of existence.
"I'm a little hungry. I'm going to see if the boss has prepared breakfast..."
He turned to leave, and I felt that the desire was getting stronger and stronger. If I held it back, it would probably not look good, so I hurriedly grabbed his hem.
"Can you... take me to the bathroom first?"
I don't have to ask him for anything else, but if I were to rely on myself, I would probably have to pee my pants when I moved to the toilet.
Shang Muxiao didn't respond, and I didn't even go to see him. I was still annoyed at my own disappointment.
I could feel his gaze wandering over me. But just as I can't determine his motives, I can't determine the motives of the sight.
It just felt a little like spider silk suddenly covering his face, invisible, sticky, and very sinister.
After a long while, he suddenly moved: "You want to go to the toilet, tell me earlier." He bent down, picked me up again neatly, and went to the bathroom.
I lowered my face, and my whole person wanted to evaporate on the spot, unable to look at him at all.
When I came to the bathroom, Shang Muxiao put me on the ground, held my arm with one hand, and wrapped my waist with the other, supporting me to stand.
This pose makes me feel bad. But at this time, I can honestly say that I can't get better with any posture.
"Okay, let's pee." Shang Muxiao's voice was close to his ear, with a teasing smile, all his breath fell on my neck, making me goosebumps uncontrollably.