Chen Yang looked around Chen Xishuang's room. Unlike Dormitory 605, which was not filled with clutter, it was empty, with torn sheets placed on top of the furniture to keep out dust.
It's as if the people who once lived here have gone on a long journey.
The dust floating in the air was very thin, and there were not many traces of Chen Xishuang in the room.
This is the outcome after the tasker dies.
Forgotten by loved ones, abandoned by time, and never passed through this world.
Chen Yang looked at the pale wall for a while and then closed the door and went out. He walked towards Chao Jian step by step. His body temperature gradually rose, as if he had returned to the warm world.
Chao Jian turned his back to Chen Yang, his eyes fixed on the large vat in the corner of the yard, from which there was a crackling sound, like firecrackers.
"There are fish in the tank." Chen Yang stood side by side with Chao Jian.
He suddenly remembered an old memory and laughed, "When I was a kid, I caught a fish and put it in a broken tank beside the woods behind my house. A heavy rain came, the water filled up, the fish escaped and died."
Chao Jian was silent for a while: "You are just being clever."
Chen Yang initially thought that these four words were describing fish, but after thinking about it, he realized that they might be referring to him
Chao Jian turned around with his crutches and his clothes were grabbed. He turned his head away. The young man's eyes and eyebrows were hidden in the rainy night and could not be seen clearly.
"I told you something that happened when we were little, would you tell me something too?"
At that moment, the temperature around dropped drastically, from spring to freezing cold, and a violent wind raged.
Chen Yang's eyebrows twitched. The people around him were far more averse to this topic than he had imagined, so a new clue was forced upon him.
Previously, Chen Yang thought that Chao Jian seldom went out when he was a child, and later changed his surname. Now it seems that the reason he doesn’t go out is most likely because his family doesn’t allow him to go out and is too strict.
Chen Yang felt that it was not quite reasonable.
Although family disgrace should not be made public, truth will come to light sooner or later. If a family treats a child like this, the neighbors will find out sooner or later.
As far as Chen Yang could remember, he had never heard of such a thing happening in the area of bungalows just across an alley from his home.
"Are you interested in my childhood?"
A cold voice sounded above his head. Before Chen Yang could figure out how to comfort the boy who was already trying to control his emotions, he heard him say again: "I hate my childhood. No matter how interested you are, I won't tell you."
Chen Yang: “…”
Why is there a hint of anger in it
Chen Yang wiped the raindrops that flew diagonally onto his face: "I had a hard time when I was a child, but it got better when I grew up. Fortunes come and go."
Chao Jian stared at the rain curtain and sneered for a while: "It's even worse when you grow up."
When Chen Yang came to his senses, he was the only one left under the eaves. The young man's words echoed in his ears, and he could smell the ridicule, anger, and pain.
There was also a trace of resentment mixed with many impurities.
Chen Yang put his hands in his coat pockets, took a deep breath of the damp and cool air, and told Jian that he had lived in Sanlianqiao from birth to childhood, grew up abroad, and only returned to China in February.
It's worse when I grow up than when I was a child.
That is to say, his experience at Sanlianqiao made him unhappy, and even more so abroad.
Chen Yang pursed his lips and let his tongue brush across the corner of his lips. He had never heard Chao Jian mention his family before tonight. Now that he knew that his elderly family member was gone, he was not living well at home.
What kind of family did Chao Jian grow up in
Which city do you mean by overseas
By the way, Chao Jian also mentioned his doctor, who prescribed medicine for him and told him how to control himself.
It seemed to have great weight in the world he knew well.
There were a few more doubts in Chen Yang's mind. If he didn't clear some of them up, he would explode. He sighed helplessly and turned back into the house.
At this time of day usually, the two old people would have gone to bed, but tonight they were still very energetic.
The house is more lively and bustling now.
Grandma Chen came into the main room holding something: "Xiao Chen, the inside of your shoes are very wet. They won't be dry tomorrow. Use a hair dryer to dry them out."
"I don't know when I bought this, but I thought I should have it at home, and now I found it," the old man muttered in a confusing and illogical manner.
Chen Yang took the hair dryer and looked at it. It was small and light green. He moved a stool to the socket on the wall, picked up a wet shoe, and put it back on the ground after thinking about it.
"What's wrong?" asked Grandma Chen.
"My shoes are too wet and dripping with water. I can't blow them dry." Chen Yang raised the hair dryer in his hand. "You can't blow them directly at me. They will get hot very quickly and burn easily."
"Just use it. It's okay if it breaks. Your Grandpa Chen and I don't usually need this."
Grandma Chen sat over with a smile on her face, and looked at Chen Yang with the same kind of loving eyes as when she was eating.
“…Okay then, I’ll blow it.”
Chen Yang grabbed the plug of the hair dryer, plugged it in, and started blowing the hair while holding his shoes.
After a while, Chen Yang stuffed the hair dryer into his shoes, suppressing most of the whirring sound. He kept an eye on the temperature of the casing and turned it off when it was too hot.
This is Chen Xishuang's belongings, a relic. You can't just buy another one if it breaks.
Grandma Chen didn't say much, just looked at Chen Yang.
Chen Yang glanced at Chao Jian for help.
Chao Jian stopped scrolling on his phone, raised his eyelids, and let out a breath. "I see and I know. The elderly like you very much."
How to deal with a three-year-old.
Chen Yang's face twitched. He didn't realize that he was actually being proud and showing off.
See, the old man likes me more.
A sweet burden.
Chen Yang blew one shoe from wet to damp. When he changed to the other one, Xiangdong knocked on him on WeChat, and that guy performed a trio.
Red envelope, rose emoji, pen refill.
Chen Yang was about to block the message when a voice message came into the chat box, but he didn't respond.
Xiangdong on the other side seemed to know that Chen Yang would not poke him, so he threw a piece of text over after sending the voice message.
Xiangdong: Where did you go? The mission site
Grandma Chen took away Chen Yang's shoes and the hair dryer, glanced at his mobile phone with her cloudy eyes, and motioned for him to play with his phone.
“…” Chen Yang leaned his butt against the wall and typed absentmindedly.
Chen Yang: Private matter.
Xiangdong: Did he take you to his house? To meet his parents-in-law
withdraw.
Chen Yang, who had already seen it, thought it would be better to block him.
Grandma Chen leaned in and asked, "Xiao Chen, are you dating someone?"
"Hmm... Hmm?" Chen Yang was reading the news in Qingcheng. "No, we didn't talk about it."
He thought the old woman was going to introduce him to someone, but she said, "You have to be careful, don't rush, take your time. With your conditions, you have to find the best one."
Chen Yang blushed, which was rare.
"Bang"
Chen Yang heard the noise and looked over. The boy's phone fell to the ground. He kept trying to pick up the phone and didn't get up for a long time. He wanted to shout, but Grandma Chen said in front of him, "Xiao Chen, your brother is handsome."
"Yeah." Chen Yang glanced at the young man who was bending over and lowering his head. Why wasn't he getting up yet? Was he stupid
Just then, Grandpa Chen's voice came from the small house on the west side of the yard. He asked Grandma Chen to bring him two basins, saying that there was a rain leak in the house.
"Why is it leaking again? Hasn't the roof been repaired?" Grandma Chen pressed the hair dryer randomly and didn't turn it off for a long time.
"Press this." Chen Yang pulled the old man's blood-filled hand to touch the switch and pressed it, "Turn it off."
"Oh, I'm old, my eyes can't see well, and my brain isn't working as well." Grandma Chen sighed and handed the hair dryer to Chen Yang, then went out to bring a basin to her husband.
Chen Yang smelled his hands, which were filled with the smell of his shoes. He went outside to wash them in the rain, and then came back and said to the boy who had finally picked up his phone, "Let's go take a look too."
“Can you fix the roof?”
"No." Chen Yang said, "From what I heard from Grandpa Chen's tone and Grandma Chen's reaction, there must be something important in that room."
Chao Jian put his phone in his pocket, took his cane and stood up: "Go get an umbrella."
"Let's not hold an umbrella. The yard is full of water and our slippers will get wet. Let's just walk under the eaves." Chen Yang said, "You hold the crutches and I'll carry you."
Perhaps because he had been carried on his back so many times, Chao Jian was no longer as tense as he was at the beginning. Except for not hugging Chen Yang's neck, everything else was very natural.
Chen Yang carried Chao Jian steadily on his back. He felt a sense of responsibility as an elder brother. He couldn't help but remind him, "Hold your shoes tightly, don't let them fall off."
Chao Jian held the stowed cane and put his arm against his shoulder: "I'm not you."
"… "
Chen Yang dragged the boy up and walked out with steady steps.
The slippers were old cloth shoes, but the soles were not knitted. They were bought ready-made, made of foam and not non-slip. Chen Yang slipped when he turned a corner. When he leaned back, he grabbed the wall in time to avoid rolling into the rain with Chao Jian.
"I have to tell the two elderly people not to wear shoes with foam soles. It's too unsafe to fall and hit the ground with the back of the head." Chen Yang hissed while speaking.
Chao Jian smelled the blood and frowned, "Your hand is injured?"
"I knocked my nails off when I was scratching the wall." Chen Yang said in a relaxed tone, "Just now when I let go of you, you hugged me very quickly, and you would have slipped down a little later."
The person on his back said nothing.
The nails on both of Chen Yang's hands were broken three or four times and bleeding. He forced Chao Jian to be put down before checking his injuries.
In the hut, Grandma Chen was struggling to move a large sack. When she saw the blood on Chen Yang's hands, she was so shocked that she cried out, "How did this happen?"
"Don't touch his fingernails!" Grandpa Chen saw his wife trying to touch them with her hands, so he quickly scolded her and hurriedly threw away the sack in his hand and said, "Stop the bleeding first, we have alcohol at home."
"You can't use alcohol. It's too painful. I have balm. I'll get it."
Grandma Chen walked a few steps and stopped, her old face full of confusion: "Old Chen, do you have a magic balm at home? Or did I remember it wrong?"
"Just use alcohol, it has a good disinfecting effect."
"No! Without alcohol, my fingers are connected to my heart, it will be so painful!"
What a mess.
Chen Yang comforted the two old people in return: "It's okay, it only hurt at the beginning, but it's much better now."
"Grandpa, please get me some alcohol. I'll ask my brother to disinfect it for me. I'll go to the hospital to have my nail removed tomorrow. It will heal quickly."
Grandpa Chen didn't go out. He looked at the young boy with crutches with a stern face. His brother's hand was injured so badly, why didn't he show any concern
Grandma Chen hit Grandpa Chen and said, "Get some alcohol!"
After sending her husband away, Grandma Chen said to the boy, "Xiao Chao, there is quite a bit of blood on your pants."
Chao Jian was dead silent.
Grandma Chen was inexplicably frightened. She looked at Chen Yang like a child and asked, "What happened to your brother?"
Chen Yang shook his head at the old man.
The hut was very humid, and the rain water that leaked in dripped onto the basin.
Chao Jian was treating Chen Yang's fingers, with two old men standing beside him.
"Grandpa and grandma." Chao Jian suddenly spoke.
Not only Grandpa Chen and Grandma Chen, but Chen Yang also looked over. This was the first time the young man called someone. Was he going to say something important
Two seconds later, Chen Yang heard the boy say, "You are blocking the light."
Chen Yang: “…”
Grandpa Chen and Grandma Chen: “…”
So the two old men continued to busy themselves with their own things, and Chen Yang's side became much brighter.
Chao Jian dragged one of Chen Yang's hands and used a cotton ball to wipe the blood around his fingers, his movements very steady.
Chen Yang looked at his nails that had turned up and said, "Tell me, can I force them back in one go?"
He glanced at Jane.
"I've never rolled my nails in my life, and neither has my sister." Chen Yang swallowed, "Don't clean it up, just pour some alcohol, it's better to have a short pain than a long one."
Chao Jian has his own rhythm and doesn't listen to him.
Every time the cotton ball touched his fingers, Chen Yang's breathing tightened. Time was wearing out, so he urged, "Hurry up."
"Don't make noise." He moved closer to Jian.
The warm breath brushed against his nails, and Chen Yang felt both pain and itch. His hand trembled violently, and the cotton ball rubbed against the bleeding area, which hurt so much that he kicked Chao Jian.
I was stunned after kicking it.
When Chao Jian looked over, Chen Yang was also looking at him, and the two of them stared at each other.
"Sorry." Chen Yang felt that his behavior was too inexplicable, but he still had to bear the consequences.
The young man did not get angry. He continued to clean up the blood without any emotion on his face.
Just when Chen Yang thought that this little episode had been turned over, the boy said, "You kicked my left leg."
Chen Yang was startled: "How are your legs?"
He threw the dirty cotton ball away from Jane and continued with another one: "What do you think?"
Chen Yang asked tentatively: "Does it hurt?"
"otherwise?"
"You have feeling in your leg." Chen Yang blurted out, and said solemnly, "I'll make a training plan for you when we get back. First try to stand firmly, then take half a step, one step, step by step."
"I'm familiar with rehabilitation, the principles are pretty much the same, I'll get better if I stick with it."
Chao Jian remained silent.
After a while, Chen Yang said with sweat all over his forehead: "Okay, pour the alcohol."
Chao Jian held up his two hands.
Under the old light bulb, the evenly jointed fingers were covered in blood. Three of the nails were completely turned up, and one was only half turned up.
shocking.
Chao Jian picked out the alcohol, dipped a little with a cotton ball and wiped Chen Yang's fingers.
Chen Yang felt as if he was bitten by ants and his heart ached. He grabbed the alcohol and quickly rinsed his four fingers. His face was distorted with pain, but he was still mocking.
"It's like embroidery. After all your delay, you are still not as good as my sister."
"Shut up!" Chao Jian threw away the cotton ball, grabbed his slightly cramped hands and held them under his eyelids, tightened his jaw and looked at him for a long time before letting go, "Don't touch water for three days."
Chen Yang's face was a little pale. He blew on his fingers. Alcohol disinfection was nothing. The main thing was to go to the hospital to remove the nails tomorrow.
"Xiao Chen, you must be careful with your hands. Don't touch them when you sleep at night."
After finishing her work, Grandma Chen stepped forward and said, "Don't let your fingers touch hard objects. You have to be careful. It's not good if that bed gets damaged."
Grandpa Chen reminded, feeling embarrassed, "Nail bed."
"Yes, yes, that's it!" said Grandma Chen, "It's this nail bed. If it's damaged, your nails won't look good in the future."
"Also, you need to be careful when taking off your clothes these days. Let your brother help you."
Chen Yang didn't think it was that serious, but he didn't argue with the old man. He looked at the big sacks in the corner. There was no rain leaking there and the ground was dry.
The old man attaches great importance to the contents of the bag.
"What is that?" Chen Yang asked.
"Herbs." Seeing Chen Yang's curious face, Grandma Chen untied the nylon rope on the sack, opened the sack, and shook out the contents for him to see. "This is it."
Each one has leaves attached, which are dark brown and look like small wild chrysanthemums.
Chen Yang asked what the effects were.
“Use it for foot soaking to remove moisture.” Grandma Chen was afraid that the herbs would get damp, so she closed the mouth of the bag with her rough hands.
Chen Yang's eyes lit up: "Good stuff."
When Grandma Chen heard the young man say this, she was so happy. This herb is so good. It’s natural and wild, and has never been sprayed with pesticides, but it doesn’t sell as well as those that are farmed.
The old lady couldn’t understand it. She didn’t know there was such a thing as marketing.
Chen Yang bent down to look at the herbs in the bag. They smelled fragrant, much better than incense. "Grandma, does anyone usually come to the village to collect these?"
"Yes, sometimes it comes once a month, sometimes it doesn't come for several months, there's no fixed number."
Chen Yang had an idea in his mind: "What price should I pay?"
Grandma Chen said, "80 cents per pound."
Chen Yang was stunned. Is it so cheap? He asked, "How much is in that sack?"
"Less than ten kilograms." Grandma Chen was very excited. "The herbs are very light after being dried. One kilogram can fill a large plastic bag."
Chen Yang made a thoughtful expression: "How about this, Grandpa and Grandma, I want all these sacks. You weigh them and tell me how much they cost."
Grandma Chen: "You are..."
"I have a lot of dampness in my body. I've tried everything, but it doesn't work." Chen Yang finished speaking without blushing or beating his heart, and secretly winked at Chao Jian, "Right, brother."
Chao Jian: “…”
Chen Yang glared at him.
"Yes, it's very humid." Chao Jian rolled his eyes at the wall.
Grandma Chen took Grandpa Chen aside and talked in private. They were afraid that the two younger generations didn't really need the herbs, but felt sorry for the old people and wanted to do them a favor and buy a few bags.
Then there's no need.
They have hands and feet and are not pitiful at all.
Chen Yang saw the old man's doubt, and he said seriously: "Grandpa and grandma, I really need herbs to remove dampness."
"There's so much, you can't finish it." Grandma Chen pointed to several large sacks.
"You can give it to your relatives and friends. Most people nowadays have severe dampness."
An idea suddenly popped up in Chen Yang's mind, and it expanded to its peak in an instant. He heard his own voice saying, "I have an online store, I can sell it there."
Grandma Chen was stunned when she heard this: "Online store?"
Chen Yang: “Yeah.”
"That's fine. Online stores are good. We now have a place to sell herbs." Grandma Chen and Grandpa Chen looked at each other and both of them breathed a sigh of relief. "We were just worried that you wouldn't be able to use up all the herbs you took home, and that they would get moldy if you kept them for too long."
Chen Yang struck while the iron was hot and expressed his intention to cooperate.
The two old men were stunned again.
"cooperate?"
"Yes." Chen Yang said, "This way, we have a sales channel."
Chen Yang took advantage of the old man's confusion and quickly reported a series of benefits.
Grandpa Chen and Grandma Chen don’t care about the benefits. What they care about is that it would be a pity to throw away the picked herbs if they go bad.
People from the village don't come often to collect herbs.
If there was a stable merchant with whom they could deal directly, they would have less worries.
The two old men discussed it and agreed.
Chen Yang told them where he lived: "From now on, you can send it to me according to this address."
Grandpa Chen went to get a pen and paper and wrote it down.
The old man had beautiful handwriting, full of style, and when he wrote, he looked like an old artist. Chen Yang was a little bit unbelievable, and it took him a long time to connect his broken thoughts: "Is the express delivery here convenient?"
"It's convenient. Your Grandpa Chen drives a tricycle and we can get to town in no time."
"Oh, sure. Remember to come back when the time comes." Chen Yang was relieved. "You guys sent too much express. You can talk to the courier and ask him to pick it up at your door."
"Hey, hey, okay!"
Then they got down to business very smoothly. Chen Yang took out the 30,000 yuan he had prepared and said, "This is the deposit."
The old man was frightened and refused.
It was not until Chen Yang told them that this was the normal procedure and that business would be difficult if they did not do so that they were very respectful and resigned.
This major issue was finally resolved satisfactorily, and Chen Yang felt much relieved.
The herbs can be given to the neighbors in Sanlianqiao. No one will refuse them if they are given for free. As for the online store...
Chen Yang has to wait until Chao Jian's leg heals before he can go out to work, which is next year. Before that, opening a shop selling herbal medicine is a good option.
Have time to play with it.
At around eight o'clock, Grandpa Chen quickly brought two buckets of water into the house, one bucket of boiling water and the other bucket of cold water. He threw a gourd ladle into the bucket and asked Chen Yang and Chao Jian to wash up and go to bed.
Chen Yang poured the water with his uninjured hand, cooled it, and then stood aside.
It's Chao Jian's turn.
Chao Jian reached for the towel in the basin, squeezed it until it was half dry, and casually threw it on Chen Yang's face.
There was a muffled sound, accompanied by a burst of hot air.
Chen Yang tilted his neck back, pressed the towel with the back of his hands, and rubbed it on his face up and down and left and right.
That’s it for washing your face.
Chen Yang took the towel down and put it back into the basin, stirring it with one finger. He couldn't enter the mission world like this, otherwise it would be too troublesome.
Thinking this way the previous second, Chen Yang had a very bad premonition the next second.
The fourth task will appear before his hand is healed, and it involves contact with water.
I hope I'm just overthinking it.
Chen Yang sighed unconsciously: "Ah."
Chao Jianzhen stood up and looked at him: "Didn't you wash your face enough?"
"That's enough." Chen Yang waved his hand slightly, "Just wash yourself, don't worry about me. I just feel chest tightness and have difficulty breathing."
Chao Jian's eyes swept across his chest: "I don't think you have difficulty breathing."
"It's just a description." Chen Yang held his forehead with his fingers raised, "Do you still want to wash your feet? Should we try the herbs?"
Chao Jian used his crutch to push the large red plastic basin in front of him.
Chen Yang picked up the gourd ladle and poured water into the basin.
This was the scene that Grandma Chen saw when she came over. Look, what a good relationship they have. They are not brothers but are better than brothers.
This must be the fate cultivated in the previous life, which continues in this life.
Grandma Chen took out a set of bedding from the cupboard. It had small blue floral patterns on it, was clean, and smelled of soap.
She didn't ask Chen Yang for help and made the bed very quickly.
"The bed is a little small."
Grandma Chen pulled the quilt a little and said, "You two brothers can sleep on your sides and squeeze together."
Chen Yang didn't respond. He had never thought about this problem before. Now he felt a little dizzy. He couldn't imagine how he and Chao Jian would squeeze in.
Chao Jian sat down beside the bed, putting his two crutches aside. He took off his shoes and socks in an orderly manner, as if he was not worried about sleeping at all.
"You don't need to pour out the foot washing water. Just leave it in the house and we'll talk about it tomorrow morning."
Grandma Chen instructed, "Xiao Chao, let your brother sleep inside, and you move a little further out so as not to touch his hands."
Chao Jian: "Okay."
Grandma Chen went out and came back in with a spittoon in her hand: "Put the urine bucket here for you."
Chao Jian: “Yeah.”
Chen Yang: “…”
The wooden door closed lightly, and the room became quiet. The spittoon was the most beautiful item among all the objects.
Chen Yang looked at it silently.
"The water is getting cold." Chao Jian said suddenly.
Chen Yang immediately put his feet into the basin. The rising temperature made him so comfortable that he sighed, "Isn't this quite hot?"
Chao Jian handed him his phone: "While you are soaking your feet, pass the three levels."
The second half of the sentence was like a thunderbolt, and Chen Yang was so shocked that he saw stars. How can you pass the three levels of foot soaking? Do you rely on imagination? He said seriously: "The book says that it is best not to look at anything or think about anything when soaking your feet, just relax yourself and let go completely."
Chao Jian sneered: "Aren't you the one who plays with your phone while soaking your feet every time?"
Chen Yang shook his head: "No."
Chao Jian's face was dark.
"I'm doing this for your own good" is divided into parent series, teacher series, friend series, and now a partner series has been added.
The two people have to help each other in the mission world, one pulling the other, and moving down together.
That's what a partner is.
Although Chen Yang really didn't like escape room, he still accepted Chao Jian's arrangement.
The phone lay flat on his left hand, and he poked at the keypad with the uninjured fingers of his right hand.
"Have you completed the game?" Chen Yang asked while looking for the key.
Chao Jian lowered his head and wiped his feet: "Yeah."
"How long did it take?" Chen Yang asked, "Did you finish it in one go?"
Chao Jian did not give an answer as usual, but only said: "My records are on it, you will see it when you reach the tenth level."
Chen Yang threw out a few guesses: "Fifteen minutes? Half an hour? An hour?"
Chao Jian threw the foot cloth aside, took off his clothes and went to bed.
The boy silently answered Chen Yang, don’t try to take shortcuts, the answer is waiting for you in the tenth level.
Chen Yang curled his lips, then he focused and played the game attentively.
There were two people in the room, one lying and the other sitting. The one lying was looking at the one sitting, and the one sitting was struggling in his death throes.
A few minutes passed like this, and Chao Jian said, "Add water."
"What water? There is no water in the secret room?" Chen Yang controlled the little man to jump around.
Chao Jian kicked him with his healthy leg: "Footwash water."
Chen Yang then realized that the water in the basin was cold: "… "
Chen Yang completed the first level in the duck blood vermicelli shop, which was the most difficult. The time spent on the three levels tonight became shorter and shorter.
After playing for a long time, Chen Yang figured out some tricks.
Still not interested though.
The kind of blood boiling with the desire to pass the level does not exist.
Chen Yang took off his outer clothes and got into bed. He just lay down and then got up again.
There was no incense in the room, and the boy didn't know if he could sleep well. Chen Yang draped their clothes on the quilt.
At least it still has some flavor.
Chen Yang thought of something and couldn't help feeling that he was worrying for nothing. There was no incense in the mission world, and the boy could still sleep and even snore.
"The bed is so small."
Chen Yang lay back down, his hands carefully placed in front of him. He was afraid that he would not be able to sleep tonight. Thinking of this, he said, "I might as well just sit down. I can't sleep anyway."
He whispered to Jian, "Lie down properly. If the quilt is not laid flat, the heat in the quilt will leak out."
Chen Yang was powerless to refute, so he lay down again, turned sideways, and placed his hands on the quilt. His posture was awkward and uncomfortable.
The next moment Chen Yang sat up suddenly.
There seemed to be someone outside the window just now.
That feeling reminded Chen Yang of... Chen Xishuang!
Chen Yang breathed rapidly and clutched the quilt. He forgot about the injury on his finger and the pain, and stared straight at the window.
No, it's impossible.
No dead or living things, even injured ones, can be brought back from the mission world.
It was just an illusion, he was overthinking it.
This is the real world.
Chen Yang thought so in his heart, but his body wanted to get out of bed to check. He bent one leg towards Jian to stop him: "Go to sleep."
Something passed by the window again, this time accompanied by the rustling sound of leaves, and Chen Yang's heartbeat slowly recovered.
It turned out to be the shadow of a tree.
As soon as Chen Yang relaxed, the pain in his fingers became more pronounced. He was in so much pain that he didn't know where to put his hands, and his feet moved around randomly following the rhythm.
Chao Jian was kicked several times by Chen Yang. Finally, as if he was annoyed, he raised one leg and pressed forward.
Chen Yang's calf was pressed down by a heavy weight. He moved: "Get it out of the way."
"Just sleep like this." Chao Jian closed his eyes.
"Don't push me." Chen Yang moved in a small area like a pancake.
Chao Jian: "I didn't move."
"Go back to the bed."
"Feel for yourself and see where I'm lying."
"… "
Chen Yang moved dozens of times in one minute. There were three reasons for this: one, the bed was too small; two, his hands hurt; and three, it was his first time having his legs stretched.
The bed at home was very big, and he and the young man were not very close to each other. This time it was really...
An experience I have never had before.
Chen Yang turned his back to face the wall, raised his hands and supported his elbows on the bed.
The man behind him had long limbs and a taller and stronger physique than him. The feeling of oppression silently penetrated into his pores.
This made Chen Yang deeply aware of one thing: the partner who was only an inch away from him was not a child, but an adult, an adult male.
A bit weird.
I never felt that way before.
Chen Yang moved inadvertently and his butt hit something hard, and he suddenly tensed his hands and feet.
Could it be...
It shouldn’t be…
If not, what would it be
Is it really...
A voice rang in my ear: "That's my knee."