"There is nothing else."
Nie Wenyuan stopped speaking, he poured yào wine into his palm again, and massaged the young man.
Huang Dan's forehead was sweating, and the man's hot and rough palms made him unbearable. He shivered and said, "Uncle, your hands are so rough."
Nie Wenyuan said, "Well."
Huang Dan shivered, and the tone of pain changed, "I hurt when you rubbed."
Chapter 90
Nie Wenyuan's tone remained unchanged, with a serious face, "Endure it."
Huang Dan's body trembled, "It hurts too much."
Nie Wenyuan lowered his eyelids, his hands didn't stop, he was like a strict father, teaching his son who lacked common sense, "Don't work harder, the injury on your shoulder is better."
Huang Dan grabbed the man's hand, and there was a clear cry in his voice, "Forget it, uncle, leave me alone."
Nie Wenyuan looked at the hand holding him, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, "Crying again."
Huang Dan let go of the man's hand. He didn't turn around, but turned his back to the man, his shoulders shaking slightly, "I'm really afraid of pain."
Nie Wenyuan held the young man's shoulder and pulled the man over. Unexpectedly, he saw a face full of tears, "When did you have this problem?"
Huang Dan was in severe pain, and he did not forget to correct it seriously, "It's not a problem."
Nie Wenyuan's brows were all wrinkled, "I just wiped the yào wine and cried like this."
Huang Dan suppressed sobbing, "I'm just afraid of pain."
The room was filled with the smell of yào wine, which was a bit pungent.
Afraid of pain, how afraid? Only the parties themselves know that unless they calculate their own pain with data, and then create a machine with the same data, and let someone experience it, outsiders will never feel it.
There is still a misunderstanding in the word empathy.
Yellow Dan's blue shirt was wet with tears, and the color was dark and conspicuous, and it was gradually spreading.
Nie Wenyuan nodded, "Go wash your face."
Huang unilaterally wiped the tears that rolled down his chin, and shook his head, "Wait a while, the pain is gone, and then go wash."
Otherwise, if you wash it, you will be washed in vain, he knows.
Nie Wenyuan looked at his little nephew, and finally showed a strange expression that seemed to be the first time he had seen it, but it was fleeting.
"Why did you do that then?"
Nie Wenyuan's question was very abrupt, without beginning or end, which made people puzzled and didn't know what it meant.
Huang Dan understood at once, he wiped his face with his hands, "I didn't think of anything at that time."
This man wouldn't believe it. Huang Dan knew that he was waiting for the other party to evaluate and judge him next.
Nie Wenyuan's eyes closed, "You made that move to make your uncle impress you and arrange for you to enter the new century?"
Huang Dan suddenly raised his head.
Nie Wenyuan was stared at by his little nephew's tearful eyes, and his heart twitched. He disappeared without a trace before he could catch it, "If my uncle is wrong, you will overthrow it."
Huang Dan's eyelids trembled slightly, tears dripped down his cheeks, he cried silently, without saying a word.
Nie Wenyuan didn't speak, the wrinkles between his eyebrows were getting deeper and deeper, and the shadow of Yin was getting heavier and heavier, which made the righteousness between his eyebrows fade a lot, and there was a touch of irritability, trying to replace it.
A wisp of vegetable fragrance squeezed in along the crack of the door. It didn't matter if it came on its own, and it also smelled of oil smoke. As soon as they came in, they rushed towards the uncle and nephew beside the bed unscrupulously.
The pain in Huang Dan's shoulder gradually eased, and he got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face and go back to his room.
Nie Wenyuan was still sitting in his original position, covering the lid of the yào wine, and said without raising his eyelids, "Don't put pressure on your shoulders while sleeping."
Huang Dan said, "I know."
Nie Wenyuan didn't mention it again, he took the yào wine in his hand, "I'll come to see uncle tomorrow, and then I'll wipe the yào wine for you."
Huang Dan's eyes were red, and so was his nose. He opened his mouth and said hoarsely, "No, uncle, give me the yào wine, I'll do it myself."
Nie Wenyuan said, "As you like."
He handed over the yào wine in his hand, "Don't stimulate Xiaowei in the future."
Huang Dan took the yào wine, rubbed the bottle with his fingertips, and said warmly, "Got it."
The voice of Wu nǎinǎi came from outside, shouting that the meal was ready, and asked them to come out for lunch.
The fish caught in the morning killed three big ones, all of which were braised. They were divided into three plates and placed in three different positions. One plate was facing Nie Wenyuan, one was facing Nie Xiuqin, and the other was facing Wu nǎinǎi, skipping the yellow one.
Huang Dan did not show any dissatisfaction