It was midsummer, and the weather was too hot. Lin Mo borrowed extra money from the small kitchen of the hotel to cook some mung bean pork ribs soup. Mung beans can quench the heat and thirst, and ribs can replenish blood. Add some ginger, simmer slowly, and sprinkle some salt. Delicious and nutritious without too much seasoning process.
The conditions in the small hotel are limited, and they can only be stewed in the small iron pot that the boss usually cooks, and there is no fragrance from stewing in a casserole.
Lin Mo unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup, and poured the pork rib soup into the big plastic lunch box he brought. The salty smell of ginger spread out, and Han Xun's mouth began to secrete liquid unsatisfactorily.
"What are you doing lying down, get up and drink soup."
"My leg hurts, my hand hurts, and I can't use my strength. Help me." Han Xun said seriously, with a serious face, as if you can't bully the disabled.
Lin Mo: "..." Who was that person who was about to jump off the bed just now
Lin Mo put the lunch box aside, resigned himself to his fate and opened the thin quilt, and saw that Han Xiaoren's jeans were cut into seven lengths and eight short, his legs were covered with bandages, and the skin exposed outside the bandages did not escape the fate of bruising , I feel depressed.
Hmph, you have today too, you deserve it!
However, looking up, you can see his flamboyant mermaid line, standard eight-pack abs, slightly exposed sexy collarbone, strong arms, wide shoulders and narrow waist, which is a good figure for a clothes rack, and even the ugly bruises on his body The injury inexplicably added a bit of masculinity, and the depression that had dissipated from Lin Mo's heart showed signs of resuming depression.
He would never admit that he would be jealous of Han Xiaoren's figure!
"I'll hold your shoulders, and you will use your strength."
holding shoulders...
hard...
The riding position appeared discordantly in Han Xun's mind, and a strange blush appeared on his handsome face. Suddenly, two slightly cool and slightly rough hands rested on his shoulders, and he felt that there was something in his head. It exploded with a 'bang', my heart was beating like thunder, and the blood in my whole body seemed to be boiling.
Lin Mo took a shower in the small hotel in the afternoon, and there was still the smell of inferior soap on his body, but Han Xun felt that the smell was a hundred times more attractive than the perfume from country F. As soon as he raised his head slightly, he saw through Lin Mo's open collar his delicate collarbone, and the light-colored dots on his snow-white skin...
'Gudong' Han Xiaoren swallowed subconsciously, and managed to remove the eyeballs that were almost stuck to them, and sat up slowly following the strength of Lin Mo's arms.
Lin Mo put the spoon into the lunch box and handed it to him. He raised his hand 'forcefully', and when his fingers touched the edge of the lunch box, he 'shaked' violently.
"Forget it, let me feed you." Lin Mo said angrily.
Han Xun was very happy to be a good boy, and pretended to be reluctant: "This is what you asked for, not me."
If you have the ability, don't your eyes be so bright! Han Xiaoren, will you die if you are not awkward
"... Can I beg you?" Lin Mo said with 'gritting his teeth'. If it weren't for the fact that he took good care of me for so long in the previous life, I would let him die if he likes to eat or not!
Han Xun's villain hooked the corners of his mouth triumphantly, showing a hateful 'grandfather' face: "Yes." No matter in the strange dream or in reality, he still likes Lin Xiaomo's fried hair the most, Seeing that he wants to breathe fire but resists it now, his eyes are much brighter than usual, and he is much cuter than when he was calm and indifferent.
Lin Mo couldn't understand Han Xiaoren's bad taste in two lifetimes.
With great difficulty, he managed not to put the lunch box directly on his head, held his breath, and brought a spoonful of soup to Han Xun's mouth. Han Xun took the spoon, drank it into his mouth, and chewed it. It was salty, fragrant and soft, and tasted good, but, "It's too hot, let me blow it."
Lin Mo would not accommodate him, and took another spoonful to his lips: "Blow it yourself."
Han Xiaoren is not so easy to dismiss and compromise, he frowned slightly, and pointed out in an 'awe-inspiring way': "The soup will drip on the quilt."
"..."
What else could Lin Mo say, he could only take back the spoon, blow it cold and feed it into his mouth. Han Xun was finally satisfied. He drank the soup one mouthful after another. His eyes rolled over every corner of Lin Mo's face from time to time. The more he looked at it, the better his mood. It was obviously a salty pork rib soup, but it made him drink honey. smell.
After finishing the soup, the nurse came to remove the empty infusion bottle. Han Xun lay down for a while, poked Lin Mo who was packing up with his half-mutilated paw, and said, "I want to go to the bathroom."
Lin Mo: "..."
"Hurry up, I can't hold back anymore."
"... Then you can solve it on the spot."
Han Xun's voice raised five degrees: "Cousin, you obviously swore to take care of me, why have you changed your mind now? If a man keeps his word, how can he be as fickle as a woman?"
The ward was very quiet, Han Xun's voice was not loud, but everyone in the ward heard it, and everyone looked over. Lin Mo can't wait to throw Han Xiaoren downstairs, a dog can't change Chixiang's bastard, even if he lives another life, he will still be so annoying! When you recover from illness, let's see how I settle accounts with you!
Lin Mo had a sullen face, and helped Han Xun out of bed. Han Xiaoren wanted to take the opportunity to pretend that his hands were sore and his feet were soft, and he would rub some oil, but seeing Lin Mo's small body, which was a head shorter than him, he was a little bit reluctant up.
Han Xiaoren no longer made 'mischief', and Lin Mo smoothly helped him to the men's toilet at the end of the corridor. No matter how thick-skinned Han Xun was, he was too embarrassed to ask Lin Mo to help him untie his pants and take out the birds. Of course, it would be a lie to say that he didn't think about it at all. He was afraid that if Lin Xiaomo bumped into his second child clumsily, and then the second child reacted disobediently, he would be ashamed and lose face. Embarrassment is a minor matter, if Lin Xiaomo is scared away, it will be a big loss.
The strange dream he has been having all this time is always intermittent, and more than half of the time is repeatedly "replaying" the last time he spent with Lin Xiaomo. The dream will always end when he sees a desolate cemetery Suddenly he woke up, and through the fragments of the dream, he knew that in fact, he never abducted Lin Xiaomo from the beginning to the end of the dream.
That's why, after waking up, he immediately pretended to have amnesia, and pestered Lin Mo with a deadpan face.
No matter how much he likes his "dream lover", it is a dream after all. Before meeting Lin Mo, he still can't even remember what the person he loves looks like.
The strange dream became a reality, making him unable to tell whether it was love or obsession. The dream lover stood in front of him alive. He desperately wanted to find out, and eagerly wanted to integrate into his life and understand him. everything of.
Leaving aside the strange dream that had haunted him for six years, he had known Lin Mo for less than six hours, but Lin Mo gave him a sense of familiarity that far exceeded that of someone he had known for six years or even longer. He likes him from the bottom of his heart, wants to get close to him, wants to tease him, and he can't wait to put all the beautiful words on him one by one.
But Lin Mo is not perfect, he will be angry with him, impatient, helpless, and foolishly cheated by him, he can't dress up, wears cheap and ugly clothes, has ugly hair, and hides There are many secrets, and there are more things waiting for him to discover... However, it is his imperfections that make him feel that all this is real. Lin Mo is real. It is difficult to transfer the inexplicable and distorted love to the deity. But in fact, he found that everything was so natural. When Lin Mo was close to him, his heart beat like a drum. He felt that even the essence of the inferior soap on his body was far better than any expensive perfume made by a famous teacher in the world.
People can use all kinds of excuses to deceive their own thoughts, but no matter how good or sufficient the reasons are, they cannot deceive their instincts.
He likes Lin Mo, and the boy who is always teased by him in reality. This time, he met him earlier than Chen Junxi, and he will definitely get him! Whether it is a person or a heart!
"I'm done." Han Xun straightened his pants, turned around and said to Lin Mo with difficulty.
"Oh." Lin Mo stepped forward to support his arm, looking at his ripped trousers and naked upper body, he couldn't help frowning. Go buy him some change of clothes in a while.
Although every step he took, his legs hurt deeply, Han Xun still felt that he had never been so happy as he is now.
This feeling of happiness did not last long. After returning to the ward, Lin Mo helped him lie down, poured him water, gave him medicine, and said to him: "My father is hospitalized upstairs. It's convenient, I need to stay there to take care of him at night, you should go to bed early, if you feel uncomfortable, remember to ring the bell to call the doctor and nurse in time. I will tell them later and let them pay more attention to your situation. "
This, this is simply a bolt from the blue!
Han Xiaoren wanted to say, 'My legs and feet are also inconvenient', but he was not a person who couldn't tell the difference. Recalling the ambulance that Lin Mo took in the afternoon, he frowned slightly and asked with concern: "Dad, what's wrong with him?" Are you seriously ill?"
"That's my dad, thank you."
"But I can't remember what to call my father. Aren't you my cousin? Is there any difference between your father and my father? Let's stop entangled in the title. You haven't told Dad what happened."
Don't you yell "Dad" so smoothly!
"First of all, I said that I am not your cousin. Secondly, my father is not your father. Don't shout so smoothly. My father is not as old as your son." Lin Mo seriously doubted the truth of Han Xun's amnesia.
"Then what do you think I should call your father?"
"… uncle."
"Oh. Uncle, what's wrong with him?"
"At the beginning of the year, my dad broke his leg. He was not feeling well these two days. I brought him here for a checkup."
"That's okay, right?"
"Fortunately, the doctor said that he needs to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days."
"That's good. When my legs get better, can you take me to see my uncle?" Han Xun decided to pretend: "Maybe I can think of something when I see him."
"He doesn't know you. Didn't I say that there is no relationship between us? You take good care of me, don't make trouble for me, or I will notify your real relatives to take you back, yours, Understood?" Lin Mo showed his trump card.
"...Understood." Han Xun nodded unwillingly, and then asked: "Then where does your family live?"
"Why are you asking this?"
"In case you leave me and run away, I'll go find you." Han Xun looked at Lin Mo seriously, deliberately making his voice two points lonely and three points reluctance to rely on.
Lin Mo's heart softened, "Okay, I can't run away. If there is nothing wrong with my dad at night, I will come to see you again."
Only then did Han Xun nod his head in satisfaction. As soon as Lin Mo left, he immediately got up from the bed, and his movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water without any sign of stagnation. Glancing at them indifferently, those people all shut their mouths tightly and remained silent.
"Where can I make a phone call here?" He didn't want to be disturbed when he went out today, so he left his cell phone in the hotel without him. Although it is troublesome to make a call at this moment, he is glad that if Lin Xiaomo finds out the identity of his cell phone He might have notified his family members about those contact numbers, so how could he pretend.
Others in the ward looked at each other, and finally a middle-aged man resisted the pressure and answered him in substandard Mandarin: "There is a public phone in the canteen outside the hospital."
"Okay, thank you."
"No, no." The middle-aged man replied repeatedly.
Han Xun opened the drawer, took out his wallet, held it in his hand, and left the ward. Every time he went down a flight of stairs, the injury on his leg would be pulled, and a heavily injured part of his left leg was oozing red, but such pain was nothing to him at all.
The commissary is right next to the inpatient department. Han Xun waited for two people before it was his turn. He made several phone calls and explained everything that should be explained clearly. He hung up the phone regardless of how his bodyguards wailed. After paying the money, he limped back to the ward and lay down, thinking that Lin Mo must come, but probably because of the medicine, he fell asleep while waiting.
Lin Jian had fluid infusion for a day and took medicine again. He is much better now, his face is not as pale as at noon, and his right leg still hurts a little, but it is much better than before.
Lin Mo sat next to him and thought about how to tell his family about Han Xun, with no expression on his face, Lin Jian thought he was still angry with him, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Mo Mo, this time it is my father who made a mistake. , don't be angry with Dad, okay?"
Lin Jian is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, with a very stubborn temper. Lin Mo rarely saw him subdued, seeing his father's embarrassing and apologetic appearance, no matter how much anger he had in his heart, it disappeared: "Dad, I didn't give birth to you I'm angry, I'm angry that I didn't find out that you were unwell in time, and I didn't know that Xiaoshu was being bullied in school in time. I always feel that I can rely on my own strength and work hard to make money, so that you can live a better life. A stable and happy life, but when things come to an end, I realize that I have done too little, not enough." What Lin Mo said was not only referring to this life, but more because of the regrets of the previous life.
When Lin Jian heard this, he felt even more guilty. These days, Mo Mo has used his immature shoulders to carry the life of the family, and he, as the head of the family, what has he done? Momo took the responsibility that should have been borne by him. He not only failed to help, but also caused him trouble, which was simply undeserved.
But he couldn't move now, so what else could he do besides feeding a few chicks at home and previewing Xiaoshu's homework
"Mo Mo, you have done enough. Dad should have taken these responsibilities. Dad is sorry for you. After I go back this time, I will take good care of my illness. When my leg recovers, I will go to the store help you, okay?"
Lin Mo knew that if he only allowed his father to recover from his illness, he would not be able to calm down at all. Sooner or later, the injury caused by rushing to walk like today will happen again. The best way is to let him have something to do.
"Actually, Dad can help me at home."
Lin Jian's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he hurriedly asked, "What are you doing?"
"When I go back this time, I will teach you how to make dumplings. After you learn how to make dumplings, you can make them at home. After wrapping them in the freezer, I will sell another dumpling in the evening."
"Then, will you be too busy?"
"If you're too busy, just hire people. You'll make more money than hiring people." Some time ago, Lao Du had promised to let Lin Mo set up a table at the entrance of his small shop on West Street at night. This store is more than double the size of Lin Mo's, and the outside is spacious enough to accommodate eight small tables for four people. In this way, even if you add another dumpling, customers will not be afraid that there will be no place to sit.
Selling dumplings was Lin Mo's impromptu idea, and he didn't plan to make much money from it. He just hoped that his father would have something to rely on.
Hearing that there is something to do, Lin Jian became more energetic, and he could not wait to be discharged from the hospital and go home immediately: "Well, you can teach me how to make dumplings when you get home, but what about the freezer? There is only one in your store, and you have to make dumplings every day Use it."
"I'll ask Uncle Du to help me get a second-hand one from the ice cream factory. It won't cost much." Although Old Du specializes in stationery, he knows quite a few people. It has helped him a lot so far. The freezer in Lin Mo's store now is a second-hand product he helped to buy from an ice cream factory. It is probably new, and it only cost more than 700 yuan, which is very cheap.
Lin Jian used to get a salary of four to five hundred yuan a month, but now his son can earn tens of thousands a month, which opened his eyes and made him believe in his son's ability even more. Now my son says that he can make money and he can have things to do, so if he buys another freezer, he can just buy a freezer.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." The son is promising, although he is not the one he expected in terms of studying and taking college entrance examinations, Lin Jian is still very pleased with himself.
Seeing that his father was in a good mood, Lin Mo planned to take the opportunity to tell him about Han Xun: "Dad, I have something else I want to tell you."