Lu Yunchu's gaze fell on Wen Zhan's fingers. The wound on his hand had never healed, and now as he bent his fingers to hold the spoon, the red marks on the joints became more obvious.
"Why doesn't your wound show any signs of improvement?" She moved her head closer.
Wen Zhan's finger dodged subconsciously.
Lu Yunchu grabbed his sleeve and Wen Zhan froze.
"You took a bath again?" She guessed the reason.
She grabbed Wen Zhan's sleeve, and Wen Zhan didn't dare to move, as if he was a cat being grabbed by the back of its neck, and could only nod his head in acknowledgment.
Lu Yunchu said with a straight face: "Have you applied the medicine?"
Wen Zhan has always been a man who answers questions, but this time he acted as if he didn't hear anything and didn't answer.
He is a mute, so keeping silent is a perfect fit for him.
Lu Yunchu picked up the paper and pen he had placed on the table and pushed them in front of him.
Wen Zhan frowned in embarrassment.
Lu Yunchu tapped the small notebook with the charcoal pencil.
Wen Zhan had no choice but to take the pen and write on it: You can’t be clean without bathing.
The answer is not relevant to the question.
"What about the medicine?"
He hesitated for several times and finally answered: It's inconvenient.
Lu Yunchu lifted his sleeve and carefully examined his wound, finding signs of residual medicine powder, but there was still no improvement.
It's difficult to apply medicine on his back, so how serious must the injury be
Lu Yunchu was a little distressed and a little angry: "Why didn't you listen to my advice?"
Wen Zhan's hands shrank in his sleeves.
His shrinking movement immediately extinguished the anger in Lu Yunchu.
She almost forgot that Wen Zhan was afraid of her.
"Sorry." She pulled her hand back.
After adjusting her mood, she asked, "Can you understand me?"
Wen Zhan didn't understand what he meant and looked at him in confusion.
"I won't let your wound get wet, and I'll let you apply medicine. Do you understand?"
Wen Zhan nodded.
Lu Yunchu asked sullenly, "Then why don't you do it?"
Her behavior made Wen Zhan a little panicked, and he hurriedly wrote on the paper: Dirt is more unbearable than pain.
These words hit Lu Yunchu's chest, and her depressed mood instantly turned sour.
In her previous life, her legs were lame and she felt uncomfortable when it rained. She still felt scared when she thought about it now. It was hard to imagine how much endurance a person like Wen Zhan, who was covered in wounds and suffering from illness, would have to have to think that such pain was bearable.
Thinking of the way he was hung there covered in blood, Lu Yunchu lowered his head and suddenly felt very dejected.
She was a very stupid person. If someone else was decisive and smart, they would not have gone through two lives like her and still not been able to escape their fate. In these two lives, Wen Zhan was just hanging there, waiting for death to free him.
If you can't stand even a little cold sweat on your body, how uncomfortable would it be to be covered in blood
Her head was about to drop to her chest when suddenly a notebook was handed to her.
The words were written very tightly on the small square notebook, not wanting to waste even a glimmer of space.
—I don’t bathe anymore.
Lu Yunchu raised his head.
Seeing her reaction, Wen Zhan took back the notebook and continued writing:
—I will take the medicine properly.
Lu Yunchu's expression became even more bitter, and he just stared at him blankly.
He turned his head away, avoiding her gaze.
Lu Yunchu retracted his gaze and thought of the important matter: "How do you apply medicine on your back?"
She threw away her useless low mood and said loudly: "'Take off your clothes, I will apply medicine on you!'
"Cough, cough, cough!" Wen Zhan suddenly coughed violently and quickly covered his face with his sleeves, wishing he could cough out his lungs. His pale face even turned a little bloody from coughing.
Lu Yunchu quickly poured him a glass of warm water.
Wen Zhan's cough gradually stopped.
Lu Yunchu didn't know why he had to explain: "You can't apply medicine on your back yourself. I remember the injuries on your back are very serious." There were whip marks all over.
Wen Zhan lowered his eyes, trying to play dumb and pretend not to hear.
"Hello." Lu Yunchu was helpless.
Wen Zhan struggled finally.
—No problem.
Lu Yunchu didn't say anything, just looked at him.
Wen Zhan lowered his eyes and compromised.
His ears turned red. He turned around, facing away from Lu Yunchu, and then slowly undressed.
He was so lively and cute like this, Lu Yunchu bit his lip to hold back his laughter.
Then her smile stopped.
The wounds on his back were scattered in all directions, deep and shallow, and extremely hideous. After being blistered in water, the skin around the edges turned slightly white, which made Lu Yunchu feel depressed and angry, but she couldn't get angry.
She really couldn't do anything with him...
She took out the porcelain bottle of medicine, dipped it in the water, and gently applied the medicine to him.
As soon as he touched it, Wen Zhan's body stiffened for a moment.
She tried to be as gentle as possible, but was Wen Zhan still in pain
She then made her movements even lighter, as gentle as the wind, and Wen Zhan was no longer stiff, but began to tremble.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Lu Yunchu asked.
Wen Zhan tried to pick up a pen and paper to write, but Lu Yunchu didn't have time to wait for his answer.
She blew on Wen Zhan's wound.
"Click." Wen Zhan's pen fell.
"It should feel better if you blow on it." Lu Yunchu said, "You look in a lot of pain."
Wen Zhan didn't dare to move and couldn't pick up the pen. He could only let her gently apply medicine to him.
Lu Yunchu gradually became more skilled in applying the medicine, but his strength was still gentle, hoping that his compassion could be conveyed to him.
Wen Zhan gradually stopped trembling, suppressed his breath, and slowly calmed down.
His skin was as white as jade, his shoulders were broad and his back was wide. If it weren't for these wounds, he would have been extremely pleasing to the eye.
His shoulder blades were sharp, rising and falling slowly with his breathing, like a pair of butterflies flapping their wings about to fly.
Lu Yunchu applied the medicine to him and said, "Okay. I will apply the medicine to you after you take a bath in the future."
Wen Zhan quickly put on his clothes, picked up his little notebook, and pointed to what he had written previously with a pen.
—I don’t bathe anymore.
Lu Yunchu always felt that something was wrong. He had never thought that he took such good care of his body before. He even promised twice.
She nodded: "Okay, go and rest for a while. You are injured, you need to sleep more and can't sit for a long time."
Wen Zhan nodded and left quickly.
Since Wen Zhan was not there, Lu Yunchu felt bored sitting here and walked out.
The yard is very large. In addition to the house for daily living, there are also rockery and ponds and other landscapes. If you walk a little further, you can see a pavilion built on a stone mountain.
Lu Yunchu had wanted to come and take a look before, but he was busy pickling vegetables and didn't have the time.
This pavilion was built very high and could overlook the entire mansion, including the male owner's yard next door.
There was a soft couch in the pavilion, with gauze curtains hanging, and a teapot and cups on the small table. It seemed that the vicious female supporting role had often looked at the next door from here in the past.
Lu Yunchu was speechless. He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to clean the place.
Alas, it is so sad to be unable to give orders to NPC servants. Even though I have been transformed into a lady from a wealthy family, I still have to do everything by myself.
Thinking of Wen Zhan Xijie, she cleaned very carefully, taking care of every corner.
After cleaning, I was so tired that I fell down on the couch, intending to take a rest, but I fell asleep unexpectedly.
The sun was high in the sky, and the warm sunlight shone on her.
She slept comfortably and nuzzled into the soft couch for a moment. The next moment, she felt as if there was more weight on her body and she felt warmer.
The dazzling sunlight in front of her eyes was suddenly blocked by something. She opened her eyes dazedly and saw a slender, white hand with distinct joints.
She was so sleepy that she didn't realize what was happening and continued to sleep.
When she woke up again, the first thing she saw was Du Wenzhan’s back sitting on a stone bench. She didn’t realize where she was for a moment.
Hearing the voice, Wen Zhan turned around.
Lu Yunchu was confused and asked in a soft voice: "Why are you here?"
She pulled herself up and a blanket slid off her body.
"You built this for me?" she asked in surprise.
Wen Zhan smiled gently and nodded.
Lu Yunchu laughed and stretched lazily.
Her posture was like a cat, and Wen Zhan hastily avoided her gaze.
"Are you hungry?" Lu Yunchu stood up from the couch. "I cleaned for a while and then went back to sleep. I'm so hungry now."
Wen Zhan was not hungry, but when Lu Yunchu said this, he nodded.
"Then make something quick to cook and you wait here for me." She lifted her skirt and ran away excitedly.
She made some noodles a few days ago, and they are now dried. Wen Zhan has been drinking white porridge for a long time, so it's time to change the taste, so she decided to cook a bowl of light noodles.
When she was walking back with the food tray, she heard a melodious and soft flute sound in the distance. Against the backdrop of the bright sunlight, it had a sense of loneliness, as if saying goodbye with hope, which was contradictory and beautiful.
When Lu Yunchu looked into the pavilion, he saw Wen Zhan, who was tall and slender, with fluttering black hair. He looked gentle and distant, like a painting outlined in light ink.
Lu Yunchu inexplicably disliked this atmosphere, as if he would disappear in the sunlight in the next moment.
She went up the stairs carrying the food tray, and the flute music stopped abruptly.
She put the plate down and said embarrassedly, "Did I interrupt you?"
Wen Zhan shook his head and pointed under the eaves.
Lu Yunchu looked over there and saw a bird falling down with a twig in its beak.
Wen Zhan wrote in the notebook: "It will rain tomorrow, so give it more time to build a nest."
He is really a gentle person.
Lu Yunchu looked at the bird again, and it didn't seem to be afraid of the voices, so he said, "You play very well."
Wen Zhan smiled at her with his eyes curved.
"Just don't play the flute with that expression next time." Lu Yunchu couldn't explain why he heard loneliness in his flute music. He could only attribute it to the fact that his expression was wrong. He didn't realize that he didn't even notice his expression.
Wen Zhan didn't say anything, but smiled more gently and nodded in agreement.
"Come and eat." Lu Yunchu was satisfied and invited Wen Zhan to eat.
Considering Wen Zhan's poor stomach, she cooked the noodles for a little longer.
The noodles were white as jade and thin as hair, scattered in the clear soup. There were scattered oil spots on the noodles, golden, surrounded by green vegetables and green onions, which looked refreshing.
Wen Zhan looked up at her.
"Noodles." Lu Yunchu introduced, "Deluxe version of plain noodles."
Wen Zhan didn't understand, but nodded to indicate that he had made note of it.
He picked up the chopsticks and scooped up a spoonful of noodles to wash them. The noodles were slightly soft, each strand distinct, but melted together by the soup, able to hold the juice.
The soup base is still made from broth made from pork bones, with a little chicken added to enhance the flavor. It is clear but not bland, fresh and mellow, with a strong flavor but will not make you thirsty.
Wen Zhan was used to drinking white porridge, so he was a little surprised when he tasted the noodles soaked with the mellow soup.
The noodles are soft and smooth, with a light wheat aroma. Paired with the delicious soup, they warm up the stomach instantly.
Lu Yunchu liked watching him eat.
"I fried a poached egg for you with water, no oil. Try it."
Wen Zhan looked at the unfamiliar poached egg and picked up the egg white. The tender white was trembling and broke when he picked it up.
When you put it in your mouth, it is smooth and tender, and you don’t need to chew it much.
He tried to pick up the middle part. The egg yolk was covered with a thin layer of white membrane, revealing a bright yellow color. When the chopsticks touched it, it suddenly broke with a "pop".
The thick egg yolk couldn't wait to flow out, its color as attractive as beeswax, flowing onto the hot soup, becoming thicker and wrapping itself with the thin noodles.
Wen Zhan picked up the ball, sandwiched it with chopped green onions, and put it into his mouth. A rich and mellow taste instantly swept through his mouth, sticky, thick, and the fragrance lingered.
His features were cold and distant, but his eyes were full of affection, and the joy in his eyes could not be hidden, it seemed that he liked her very much.
Lu Yunchu couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's just a bowl of noodles. We will have more delicious food in the future."
After scolding Wen Zhan last time, he didn't dare to refuse anymore and nodded according to his heart.