It's not ashamed to be ashamed, it's ashamed to be abandoned by children. While hugging his waist, Ji Ting lamented that he raised him well. This body is as strong as a door panel, making people want to knock twice.
But she doesn't dare now, if she really knocks, this person will probably throw her into the trash can. Ji Ting hugged his waist regretfully, feeling the breath of youth. Shen Tuchuan felt that her arms were wrapped around her, and his whole body was a little tense, and he felt a little reluctant to move for a while.
The two of them stood in the heavy rain like idiots, when a gust of wind blew past, Ji Ting couldn't help shaking, Shen Tuchuan lifted her out of his arms, and calmed down his expression: "Go home."
"Are you still angry with me?" Ji Ting asked carefully.
Shen Tuchuan pursed his lips. After seeing Ji Ting so pitiful, he actually forgot to be angry a long time ago, but if he said that, it seemed that he was too talkative, what if she didn't have a long memory. Although he has never been in a relationship, a friend who has been hanging out with him once said that women should be disciplined more.
"... I understand." Ji Ting said in a low voice, then dragged the box and walked out of the community.
Shen Tuchuan's face changed: "Where are you going?!"
Ji Ting stopped abruptly, and said in a low voice for a long time: "I will leave, I'm sorry about today's incident." After she finished speaking, she continued to walk slowly, counting one, two, three in her heart.
When she counted to three, the box in her hand was snatched away. She looked up pretending to be surprised, and saw Shen Tuchuan's gloomy face: "Come home with me."
"But… "
"I'm not angry anymore."
Ji Ting's eyes lit up, and then she laughed. Shen Tuchuan snorted softly, pulled her suitcase and walked towards the corridor: "If you don't follow me, don't come back in the future."
Ji Ting followed with a smile, and when he turned his head to look at him, he quickly put on a frown, so that he didn't notice his thoughts. When the two went upstairs, Ji Ting didn't grab the bathroom this time, but said politely and politely, "Hurry up and take a shower, and be careful not to catch the cold."
"I don't know who had a fever after the rain last time." Thinking of her physical condition, Shen Tuchuan's temper was about to flare up again. Seeing her cautious expression, he restrained himself, "Don't talk nonsense, go take a bath."
"...Okay." Ji Ting was really afraid that he would get sick, so he hurried to wash when he insisted, put on his bathrobe and came out after a quick wash.
Shen Tuchuan was still at the door of the bathroom, and glanced at Ji Ting's exposed slender limbs, covered with a layer of water mist, and his hair was wet and dripping, and he ran out without drying himself.
"Hurry up and wash, don't get sick." Ji Ting looked concerned.
Shen Tuchuan pursed his lips and walked into the foggy bathroom, glanced at her before closing the door, and said impatiently, "Dry your hair before I come out."
"Okay." Ji Ting nodded obediently.
Shen Tuchuan closed the bathroom door with a cold face, stood in the humid bathroom for a while, and then took off his prosthetic limbs to take a shower. After washing, he put on his pajamas, found a small stool and sat down, began to tidy up Ji Ting's fallen hair, cleaned up the bathroom and mopped the floor again, and then went out on crutches.
As soon as I got out of the bathroom, I saw Ji Ting holding the medicine in one hand and the hair dryer in the other, looking at himself with a smile: "Come here."
Shen Tuchuan's heart skipped a beat, and he hastily turned his eyes away. Even if he doesn't want to, he has to admit that this home is only like a home with her. In the past two days she has been away, this place is no different from the street he slept on.
Hearing that he didn't move, Ji urged him a few more words, and just as he was about to pull him, Shen Tuchuan came over on his own initiative. Ji Ting helped him blow-dry his hair first. The boy's half-length black hair was soft, and it hung there when it was not dried. Ying's white complexion was accentuated by the black hair, making him look obedient. Nothing like his dog temper.
Ji Ting was a little dazed, Shen Tuchuan was not much better, her slender fingers were twiddling back and forth in her hair, it was a little itchy and a little electrified, in short, it was very strange, and it disturbed his heartbeat.
The boy's hair is easy to blow dry, and it only took two minutes to dry it. Ji Ting put down the hair dryer, pulled a stool and sat down opposite Shen Tuchuan: "Show me your legs."
Shen Tuchuan was silent for a moment, and finally lifted up his pajama pants, exposing his severed limbs. Seeing the bloody severed limbs, Ji Ting gasped, his voice trembling: "How could it be so serious..."
Although Shen Tuchuan didn't care about the injury, seeing Ji Ting's uncomfortable appearance, he couldn't help showing a hint of joy, but he didn't show the slightest bit on his face: "The scab has worn away, which means it looks serious. It doesn't actually hurt."
"How could it not hurt?" Ji Ting glared at him, "Please take care of yourself next time, I don't know if I will be uncomfortable?"
Shen Tuchuan paused for a moment, but finally couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth from raising a little: "Got it."
Ji Ting looked at his wound distressedly, after soaking in water, some places had already turned white, making him look more human. She lowered her head and took medical alcohol and cotton balls to help him clean up. While being careful, she kept frowning. Shen Tuchuan stared at her eyelashes for a while, and suddenly called out: "Ji Ting."
"..." Ji Ting was busy.
Not getting a response, Shen Tuchuan was a little reconciled, watching the cotton ball in her hand clean the wound, after a moment of silence, he let out a soft 'ah'. Ji Ting immediately looked up nervously: "Does it hurt?"
"Well, it hurts." Shen Tuchuan opened his eyes and said nonsense.
Ji Ting pursed her lips: "Then I'll be careful."
"Be careful and it will hurt. Alcohol is stinging." Shen Tuchuan was serious.
Ji Ting frowned: "Then I should change to another one?"
"No need," Shen Tuchuan paused for a moment after finishing speaking, "I see people blowing on their wounds when they use alcohol. The alcohol will evaporate quickly, and the pain will disappear."
"That's it..." Ji Ting was thoughtful, and in the next second he yelled on his leg, "Does it still hurt?"
Shen Tuchuan pretended to be innocent and shook his head, but his ears turned red uncontrollably. It took a lot of effort for Ji Ting to hold back his laughter, he just thought this kid was so cute, even the way he acted like a baby was so special.
After that, until the bandaging was over, Shen Tuchuan didn't cry out for pain anymore. After the white gauze was wrapped around the severed limb, Ji Ting breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay..." He yawned before he finished speaking, feeling no longer sleepy. Can't hide it.
God knows how long she has not slept.
"I'm sleepy." Shen Tuchuan entered the room without turning his head while leaning on a cane.
As soon as he left, Ji Ting also hurried back to his room, rolled on the bed and sighed comfortably. Just as he was about to sleep, he suddenly remembered that Shen Tuchuan hadn't been given oral anti-inflammatory drugs yet, so he got up again to find the medicine, and took the medicine. Yawn to him.
When she arrived at his door, she opened the door directly with sleepy eyes, but happened to meet Shen Tuchuan who had just taken off her trousers to the bend of her legs. She subconsciously looked at his hips, and Shen Tuchuan covered it with a quilt in a panic, Shouted in embarrassment: "Can't you knock on the door?!"
"Oh, I'm sorry." Ji Ting apologized without any regrets, and his mind was all on what he saw just now. Although he blocked it quickly just now, Ji Ting also saw that the birthmark extending under the only remaining fabric is now a pinkish color.
She gave him a home, freed him from the suffering of being displaced, and allowed him to accept his own incompleteness psychologically. The color was much lighter because of this, but it was far from enough. Looking at the current color, it is clear that he still feels Life is suffering. It is not difficult to imagine why it feels tormented.
Therefore, Shen Tuchuan's final knot seems to need Li Tuo's help to untie it.
"What's the matter?" Seeing her staring at the quilt in a daze, Shen Tuchuan only felt that her body was getting hot, so she hurriedly interrupted her imagination.
Ji Ting blinked and threw the medicine to him: "Anti-inflammatory medicine, take it before going to sleep."
"... Oh." Shen Tuchuan responded, and saw Ji Ting turn around and go back.
For a moment he wanted to stop him, but when he thought about the relationship between the two and what it meant to stop him, Shen Tuchuan's face suddenly turned red. He fell on the bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze. After a long time, he suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with calling her back, anyway, he had already planned to follow her for the rest of his life.
But it's too late to find her now, seeing how sleepy she is, she must have already fallen asleep... then next time. Shen Tuchuan closed his eyes silently, thinking about how to keep him next time.
Nothing to say all night.
When Ji Ting got up early in the morning, she heard movement in the bathroom. She looked around in a daze, and saw that the washing machine was spinning, and Shen Tuchuan was waiting with a blank face.
"Why do you do laundry at this hour?" Ji Ting was puzzled.
Shen Tuchuan was startled, and subconsciously stood in front of the washing machine. Ji Ting was not very curious at first, but when he saw his appearance, he immediately stretched his head to look. Shen Tuchuan put down his crutches in a panic and pushed her, but because of slippery feet, he fell backwards. Ji Ting hurriedly reached out to hug him, and the two finally fell against the washing machine due to inertia.
Shen Tuchuan snorted, Ji Ting hurriedly looked up at him, but because his head was lowered, he accidentally kissed him on the lips.
Time was quiet for a moment.