That night, ① Xiao Huixia's Weibo posted a photo of a Doraemon-shaped scented candle. It was not lit. There was a bunch of cartoon flames on the wick. , reluctant to point...
Dora Hem accounted for the sofa and replied: Click it, those little ornaments will turn up.
Yi Hui couldn't believe it: Really? [Doraemon surprised]
Doraemon: Try it.
Yi Hui immediately put down the phone and eagerly went to find the source of the fire.
No one smoked at home, did not burn wood for cooking, and did not have a lighter, so he went to Aunt Qiu's house next door to borrow the aromatherapy.
After lighting it, I held it back with my hands to block the wind, carefully placed it on the table, and observed it closely. The candlelight was flickering, and the bamboo dragonflies, memory bread, and random doors around Doraemon began to rotate slowly, with a fresh aroma. Filled in the air, he sank into this dreamy scene, moved a stool and sat at the table, and admired it for ten minutes.
When I picked up my phone again, I was taken aback by the news that Weibo was swiping the screen. Looking closely, it was all from Dora Hem—
Don't order it yourself, ask your family to help.
And don't use matches, be careful to burn your hands.
Remember to put the lighter in a safe place after use, do not touch open flames.
Is it on
If you can't find a lighter, don't light it.
Is it on
are you back
Stop it now.
What about people
Where did it go
Stay still, don't touch the fire!
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Yi Hui looked bewildered. He had the feeling that if he didn't reply Dora Hem, he would knock on the door. He was afraid that he would be in a hurry.
Doraemon: Didn't you hurt
Yi Hui replied: No [Doraemon smiles]
Doraemon: Don't do this by yourself in the future, it's too dangerous.
Yi Hui couldn't figure out where the danger was, so he tilted his head and replied, "It's not dangerous, let's light a fire..."
Dora Hem: You are painting, hands are more important than anything else.
Yi Hui was stunned for a moment.
Although he felt that the other party was making a fuss, he was still warmed by such concern: Thank you for your concern, I will be careful in the future [heart]
At this time, outside the Jiang's courtyard, Zhou Jinheng, who was running over, was panting heavily against the wall with one hand.
I almost raised my hand and knocked on the door just now, and I calmed down a little after I received a reply.
①Little Huixia will post a short video. He posted the appearance of the aromatherapy incense stick on Weibo. Zhou Jinheng's sharp eyes caught a hand that was accidentally photographed.
The clean back of his hand, which had no traces of burns, made Zhou Jinheng in a trance for a moment, his thoughts were distracted, and he was led to another place.
But in just a short while, it was overshadowed by other details that could not be ignored, such as the same hobbies, the same style of painting, and the same punctuation habits when sending messages.
Intentionally or unintentionally, he ignores the differences, ignores the causes and consequences of what others say, stubbornly grasps those similarities, and magnifies them infinitely, which is enough to persuade himself to take a firm stand.
This is Yi Hui, he is not crazy.
Look, even the characteristic of being cautious is the same. The hand in the video stretches forward, and originally intended to touch the small pendant that rotates, but because the flame in the middle suddenly jumped up, he quickly retracted his hand, and the camera followed. The person in charge of the camera stepped back and zoomed away, and a small voice "scared me to death" was heard in the video.
This was exactly Yi Hui's reaction when he was frightened. After Zhou Jinheng smiled knowingly, he couldn't help thinking, he was so afraid of being hot, why did he never hide or cry when he was so bad at the time?
Perhaps the aromatherapy really had a calming effect, so Yi Hui slept through the night.
Sleeping soundly makes it easier to dream, and is extremely impressed. He dreamed that he picked up a glass and poured water, the glass cracked in his hand, and the hot water was sprinkled on the back of his hand.
The burning pain followed like a shadow from the dream to the outside of the dream. After waking up for a few minutes, Yi Hui was still sitting on the bed looking at his hand spread out in front of him. Whether it was full of burns, mottled and ugly in the past life, or clean and flawless and never suffered any pain in this life, this is a pair of painting hands.
During breakfast, Yi Hui was frightened by the sound of the kettle boiling in the kitchen. With a flick of his chopsticks, one of the fried dumplings he picked up fell on the table. , learned, learned."
The table was not dirty, Yi Hui picked up the fried dumplings again and put them in the bowl, lowered his voice and said solemnly, "You are not allowed to follow me."
Yi Hui is very thin, and Jiang Xuemei is always worried that he will not be full. In addition to three meals a day, the family always prepares some ready-to-eat food.
Recently, because of Yi Hui's change in preferences, all the bread, biscuits, etc. have been replaced with sweets, and the fried fruit with sugar balls can't be kept for too long. Jiang Xuemei found several small bags of unfinished snacks from under the bed, some of which were moldy.
"Brother, are you a hamster, and have food for the winter?" Jiang Yimang almost turned over with a smile, and after laughing, he said sternly, "But don't ask me if you can't eat, I'm losing weight."
For this, Yi Hui felt sorry for Jiang Xuemei. During the day, he ran several times in the yard by himself, trying to speed up his digestion and eat more when he came back.
Tang Wenxi heard his distress on the phone and suggested that he do push-ups at home, which can not only strengthen his body but also consume a lot of physical strength, killing two birds with one stone.
Yi Hui thought it made sense, so he wiped the bluestone floor in the yard and rolled up his sleeves.
Who would have thought that this body is weaker than he used to be, and if he does two, he can't get down on the ground.
Yi Hui felt embarrassed, got up and slipped into the house, sticking his tongue out, thinking that fortunately no one saw him.
This afternoon, Jiang Yimang dragged the last class of their class for half an hour. She thought that she would probably not see that person today, and she left the school with her head drooping. When he was halfway through, he saw the tall and tall figure on the side of the road near the door. He was so excited that he was on hormones, so excited that he almost cried out.
The two spontaneously walked to the secluded place behind the house like a spy connection.
Zhou Jinheng didn't wear a mask today, the iron-grey trench coat made his waist taller and his legs longer, Jiang Yimang was almost stunned.
It's just that the sack in his hand doesn't match his handsome outfit.
"Yoga mat." Zhou Jinheng took the initiative to explain, "If he does exercise in the future, he will do it on this mat."
"This..." Jiang Yimang hesitated, "My brother stays at home all day and doesn't know how to exercise."
Zhou Jinheng remembered something, smiled and said, "He will."
Jiang Yimang's brain was basically in a state of strike in front of Aidou. When Aidou said it would, she immediately took it and weighed it in her arms: "Where did you buy this? We don't seem to have it in this town. sell it?"
Zhou Jinheng said, "I went to the city during the day."
"That's it." After these few days of contact, Jiang Yimang was not so nervous at first, and occasionally he could have a few normal conversations, "Naheng... It's okay if you don't go to film?"
Probably in order to thank Jiang Yimang for helping him deliver gifts, Zhou Jinheng was very patient. He responded to the little girl's requests and answered any questions: "The crew has asked for leave, it's fine."
Jiang Yimang asked tentatively, "For my brother?"
Zhou Jinheng answered without hesitation: "Yes."
Jiang Yimang looked down and saw where he asked where he asked, "Then does your hand still hurt?"
Zhou Jinheng moved the gauze-wrapped wrist and said truthfully, "There's a little more, but it's fine."
"We have medicines for removing blood stasis and swelling, including sprays and patches. I'll get them for you."
After Jiang Yimang finished speaking, he turned to leave, but was stopped by Zhou Jinheng: "No, don't alarm him."
For some reason, Jiang Yimang, who has never been in love, can always hear Zhou Jinheng's concern for his brother from these few words.
She still couldn't fully digest this matter. She felt that the world was too magical. She stood there for a while and asked, "You guys, when did I say you and my brother met?"
"Five years ago." Zhou Jinheng replied.
Jiang Yimang pinched his fingers and took a breath, saying that he is busy with work and has no intention of falling in love? What did you know when you were 17
The little girl who was hit didn't give up. With a vague yearning for love, she asked with anticipation, "Then you will...will you get married?"
Zhou Jinheng finally smiled again: "When he forgives me, of course he will."
Yi Hui, who was addicted to painting, didn't know what consensus the two outside the door had reached, but only knew that his sister had looked at him strangely in recent days.
When I delivered the aromatherapy that day, my face was sluggish, and I couldn't recall my soul after a few shouts. Today, I came back with a cylindrical sack and said it was for him, but my expression was not so stupid. When I looked at him, a pair of eyes Shiny, like watching a national treasure.
Yi Hui touched his face: "Is there something on my face?"
Jiang Yimang shook his head: "I heard that often staring at a person will gradually become like that person. I want to see you more."
Yi Hui opened today's gift with a head full of question marks, and found it was a blue yoga mat. The shameful scene of doing only two push-ups in the yard during the day came to his mind, and he asked vigilantly, "You... see? "
Jiang Yimang was still staring at him, and asked incredulously, "I see."
Yi Hui only felt that his reputation was ruined, and he had no time to study other things, so he ran back to the room with the gift.
The yoga mat is very useful. It is spread on the ground beside the bed. Even if one foot does not step into the slippers when getting out of bed, it will not freeze to the soles of the feet.
At night, after lighting up the aromatherapy, Yi Hui leaned against the bedside to scan Weibo, and brushed a message from Dora Hem. In the photo, there was an arm on the side, and the wound was swollen and torn. Even if it was blurred, it was still shocking.
As an online neighbor who has to say good morning and night to each other every day, Yi Hui immediately sent a private letter to ask: what's the matter with you
The very idle Doraemon replied in seconds: Injured
The roses are gone, it seems very serious, Yi Hui is a little distressed: How did you get it? Have you medicated? Be careful of infection [poor]
On the other end of the phone, Zhou Jinheng saw the concern from Yi Hui, and the expression on his face that had become hideous because of the treatment of the wound finally eased a little.
Wrapping the open wound with gauze, Zhou Jinheng thought with tears and laughter, this medicine is not as effective as a little fool's words.
He used to have a lot of those concerns.
I remember one time I accidentally injured my arm while filming. He returned home angrily, and the little fool took care of him. Seeing that it was inconvenient for him to eat, he came over to feed him with a spoon, but he was in a bad mood and pushed him away, the bowl was knocked over on the ground, and the little fool also Not angry, after cleaning up, he ran to the bathroom to give him bath water. Afraid that he would take his anger out again, he stood at the door of the room and said timidly, "My hands are swollen, and a hot bath will be comfortable."
Zhou Jinheng was used to taking a shower and felt that taking a bath was a waste of time. He went into the bathtub for a while when he had nothing to do on vacation that day. I don’t remember how comfortable it was. His hand, lowered his head and touched his lips lightly.
Perhaps it was more appropriate to use "kiss", a kiss so careful that it was almost flattering that it fell on the back of his hand and also on his heart.
From that time on, whenever he woke up in the bed at home, Zhou Jinheng would keep pretending to sleep quietly, not to scare the little fool, but also to hear what he would say.
It's a pity that there aren't many opportunities like this, because he went home too few times, and the feeling of the soft lips on the back of his hand almost disappeared.
In order to prolong his life, or to find a buffer for the unresponsive gestures these days, Zhou Jinheng wanted to get some more attention from the little fool, so he couldn't help but say something weak: Even after applying the medicine, it still hurts.
①Little Huixia: What should we do then? Is there no one around to take care of you
Zhou Jinheng replied: Originally, I was angry and walked away.
①Little Hui Xia: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, hurry up and coax her back!
Zhou Jinheng smiled bitterly: He refused to see me.
The other end was silent for two or three minutes, as if digesting the detail that "she" became "he". After the digestion was almost finished, he asked: Why? What are you doing wrong
Zhou Jinheng thought for a while, and in order not to let him notice, he just asked: If someone hurts you, would you forgive him
①Little Huixia: It depends on how it hurts...
Seeing this line of words, Zhou Jinheng's heart suddenly lifted, and he couldn't wait to type: I said I liked him when I didn't like him, lied to him to be with me, and treated him badly later.
The other Zhou Jinheng did not dare to speak, for fear of exposing too much. The little fool was not stupid at first, but now he is smarter and must be careful.
After the message was sent, he held his phone and waited for a reply. Zhou Jinheng can't feel the pain in his arm at all now, but every minute and every second is still so difficult, longer than all the waiting he has experienced.
About three minutes later, the phone vibrated twice, and the moment he saw the long-awaited reply, Zhou Jinheng's heart was beating erratically because of his nervousness, like a free-falling stone that fell off a cliff, and fell heavily on the cold ground in the blink of an eye. superior.
①Little Huixia: Deception can be big or small
①Little Huixia: If it's me, I can't forgive