After taking a shower, Bai Chuan sat on the edge of the bed and slowly wiped his hair. His movements were very slow, as if counting the time. She stared blankly at the door, waiting for Mu Xiaoya to come back.
Just now when he came back from the bath, Xiaoya said she wanted to go out and asked him to wait here.
"Squeak~~"
The wooden door was pushed open, and Mu Xiaoya walked in with a medicinal incense. Bai Chuan's eyes lit up imperceptibly, and his heart was inexplicably relieved.
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"Why haven't you wiped your hair yet?" Mu Xiaoya asked, Bai Chuan was wiping her hair when she went out just now, and it's been four or five minutes, why is Bai Chuan still wiping her hair.
Bai Chuan was stunned for a while, and clumsily stopped what he was doing. Then after a while, she remembered to answer Mu Xiaoya: "Wipe it dry."
Bai Chuan felt a little guilty, just now he concentratedly waiting for Mu Xiaoya to come back, for a while he forgot that he was still wiping his hair.
Mu Xiaoya pulled out a box of ointment from the medicine box, turned around and said to Bai Chuan who was sitting on the bed, "Take off your clothes and let me see your back." The road was too bumpy just now, and Mu Xiaoya was afraid of the younger generation of Bai Chuan. It will hurt, so I want to take a look at it without worry.
Bai Chuan did not hesitate, and in front of Mu Xiaoya, neatly took off the white T-shirt he just put on, revealing the white and shiny skin under the clothes.
"Cough... Turn around." Bai's dazzling skin made her dazzled, Mu Xiaoya ignored the embarrassment in her heart, and walked to the bedside to signal Bai Chuan to turn around. Bai Chuan turned his back, revealing the green skin on his back.
Really blue.
Mu Xiaoya frowned and looked at this large area of bruise with some distress, but it had only been bumped for more than ten minutes, and it had been less than an hour since she got off the car.
"Does it hurt?" Mu Xiaoya gently touched Bai Chuan's back with her fingertips.
"It hurts." Bai Chuan doesn't have the so-called machismo of ordinary men. If you ask him, he will say it hurts.
Mu Xiaoya immediately blamed herself: "Then why are you still holding me, it will hurt more."
The weight of the two was borne by Bai Chuan alone, and the impact of the back and the baffle plate would be doubled, and Bai Chuan could only use one hand to keep the balance of his body in order to hold her, which would inevitably reduce the strength of the buffer. . Therefore, most of the bruises on Bai Chuan's back were caused by her.
"When I hold you, I only hurt me." Bai Chuan replied.
Her eyes suddenly became hot, and Mu Xiaoya suddenly wanted to cry. For two lifetimes, Mu Xiaoya never thought that one day, she would be moved to cry because a man hugged her while in the car.
In fact, Professor Feng and Grandma Bai are both wrong, who said that autism can't express emotions, Mu Xiaoya feels that Bai Chuan's expression of emotions can go directly to the heart.
"I... I'll go get ice and apply it to you." With red eyes, Mu Xiaoya turned around and walked out the door. When he turned to go to the kitchen to find ice, he met his friend Liang Nuonuo.
"Mumu, why are you crying?" Liang Nuonuo asked nervously when she saw Mu Xiaoya's eyes were red.
"It's okay, do you have an ice pack here?" Mu Xiaoya smiled and tried to adjust her emotions.
"There is ice in the refrigerator, I'll wrap it up for you with a towel." Seeing that Mu Xiaoya was unwilling to say, Liang Nuonuo didn't ask any more, and made an ice pack with a towel for Mu Xiaoya.
"Thank you." Mu Xiaoya took the ice pack and turned to leave. Liang Nuonuo stood at the door of the kitchen, looking in the direction of her friend's departure, with a flash of worry in her eyes.
When Mu Xiaoya returned to the room, Bai Chuan still kept sitting with his back to her, as if he hadn't moved since he left. The bruises on his back seemed to have expanded a bit.
"Xiaochuan, you lie on the bed." Mu Xiaoya walked over with the ice.
Bai Chuan fell down obediently.
"It's a little bit of ice, but if you apply it with an ice pack, the bruises won't spread." Mu Xiaoya explained.
"Hmm." Bai Chuan hummed softly.
Mu Xiaoya put the towel wrapped in ice cubes on Bai Chuan's back, she gently, with a five-point ice pack in her hand, for fear that if she let go, it would hurt Bai Chuan's already damaged skin.
After the ice application, Mu Xiaoya took out the ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis to apply to Bai Chuan. His fingers gently ran across Bai Chuan's back, and then lingered on his waist. The bruises on Bai Chuan's waist were the most serious. After being applied with ice, a hint of purple appeared in the blue. Mu Xiaoya couldn't help but apply the ointment several times on this piece.
"Xiaoya~~" Bai Chuan suddenly said.
"Huh?" Mu Xiaoya responded casually, her fingers still applying the ointment.
"Why don't I itch when you touch me, but you get itchy when I touch you." Bai Chuan turned his head with difficulty and asked seriously.
"!!" Why do you touch me and I touch you
Mu Xiaoya looked at Shang Baichuan Cuncui's inquiring eyes, and tried her best to warn herself not to think crooked, "Because... because I have itchy flesh, and it itches as soon as it is done."
"Then why didn't I grow up."
"Everyone's sensitive zone is different. If you don't have it on your waist, it may not be in other places."
"Oh." Bai Chuan understood, he turned around and lay down quietly, "It turns out that the waist is Xiaoya's sensitive zone."
"Zi La~~" Mu Xiaoya squeezed hard in her hand, and a good tube of ointment was squeezed out by her in an instant.
Looking at the big lump of white ointment on the back of her hand, Mu Xiaoya smeared all of it on Bai Chuan's back.
There were only three people for dinner, Shirakawa Mu Xiaoya and the owner Liang Nuonuo.
"Why is it just us, what about the others?" Mu Xiaoya wondered, Liang Nuonuo couldn't be the only one who could handle such a big cherry orchard.
"The others have gone home, they are all villagers in the village." Liang Nuonuo replied.
"What about aunt and uncle?"
"My parents went to see my sister, and they won't be back until two days later, but they don't live here. They are used to living in the village," Liang Nuonuo said.
Mu Xiaoya nodded knowingly: "Do you really plan to grow cherries here in the future?" In fact, Mu Xiaoya asked this question knowingly, because Liang Nuonuo did stay in her hometown for the next four years.
"I plan to open a Taobao store to sell all kinds of fruits." Liang Nuonuo laughed, "We have good soil and water here, and the fruits grown here are better than those outside. I plan to start with my cherry orchard first. , if the benefits are good, mobilize the villagers to work together.”
"Are you trying to drive the whole village to get rich together?"
"Yeah, you must have a high level of consciousness." Liang Nuonuo laughed.
"I admire and admire, I am ashamed of myself."
"Come, try our cherries." Liang Nuonuo put a plate of washed cherries in front of Mu Xiaoya, "It's getting late today, so I can't show you all, I'll show you tomorrow. "
Mu Xiaoya responded, took a cherry and tasted it, and found that it was really juicy and delicious, much sweeter than usual cherries, her eyes lit up, she picked up a cherry and handed it to Bai Chuan: "Xiao Chuan, Try it, this cherries are sweet, much tastier than the ones bought in Yuncheng."
Bai Chuan, who was eating quietly, put down the chopsticks in his hand, took the cherries in Mu Xiaoya's hand and swallowed them.
"Is it delicious?" Mu Xiaoya immediately asked.
"Delicious." Bai Chuan nodded, but instead of continuing to eat cherries, he picked up the chopsticks again and continued his unfinished dinner.
"We can go to the tree to pick and eat by ourselves tomorrow."
"Yeah." Bai Chuan stopped eating again and replied obediently before continuing to eat.
Mu Xiaoya communicated with Bai Chuan and felt that there was no problem, but Liang Nuonuo on the side felt tired after watching it for a while. Bai Chuan was so quiet, she even forgot his existence when she was chatting with Mu Xiaoya just now. Now Bai Chuan has a reaction, but like a wooden man, he will only give a little response when Mu Xiaoya asks him. Once Mu Xiaoya stopped talking, he was silent as if he didn't exist. .
Although I knew that autism is like this, but seeing it with my own eyes and experiencing the difference between them and normal people, Liang Nuonuo can be regarded as a profound experience of the sense of difficulty and powerlessness. Will this person be Mumu's husband from now on? Will Mumu have to guide him patiently for the next few decades? Just thinking about it, Liang Nuonuo instantly understood the worries Fang Hui had told her before.
Too tired, Mumu is really tired living like this.
"Why don't you eat?" Mu Xiaoya couldn't help reminding when she saw Liang Nuonuo's sudden start.
"Uh, thinking about something." Liang Nuonuo returned to his senses.
"Thinking about what?"
"I'm thinking, will you two be models for me tomorrow." Liang Nuonuo smiled, "I'm going to take some nice photos and upload them to the Taobao store. You two will cooperate with me to take some photos."
"You don't want a model to sell clothes." Mu Xiaoya said angrily.
"You don't understand this. Good-looking people are always attracting attention these days. Put the two of you up, and when guests browse, they will stay for a few more seconds. Maybe they will buy it after watching it. Woolen cloth?"
"Then you should do it yourself. I'll take the photos for you. I learned design, and the composition must be better than you."
The two were hurting each other, and the whole dinner was finished in a lively manner, but only two people interacted throughout the whole process.
After dinner, Mu Xiaoya was afraid that Bai Chuan would be tired, so he asked him to go back to his room to rest first, while she and Liang Nuonuo sat under the cherry tree and continued chatting.
"Bai Chuan, has it been so quiet all the time?" When Bai Chuan was no longer here, Liang Nuonuo dared to bring the topic to him.
"Well, he has been very quiet since he was a child." Mu Xiaoya smiled, and she could probably guess what Liang Nuonuo was going to say next.
"Before..." Liang Nuo Nor paused and asked in a different tone, "Is it better now?"
"It's much better. I always asked him questions when I was a child, and now I occasionally take the initiative to speak." But it seems that only when they are alone.
"That's good, I thought he would only respond when you took the initiative to talk to him." Liang Nuonuo breathed a sigh of relief, and he would just take the initiative to speak, so at least it wasn't a one-sided communication.
"Thank you." Mu Xiaoya suddenly thanked.
"Why do you suddenly say thank you?" Liang Nuonuo wondered.
"Thank you for worrying about me." Mu Xiaoya smiled, "But, Nuonuo, don't look at us with that look just now."
"I..." Liang Nuonuo was stunned for a moment, but she quickly realized that Mu Xiaoya could still see the strangeness she was at the dining table just now, but she thought her topic changed quickly.
"You know, the truck you sent to pick us up today can't sit in the front. Bai Chuan and I can only sit in the back of the car. When we entered the mountain, the road was very bumpy. Bai Chuan protected me all the way to avoid bumping me. It's bruised." Mu Xiaoya looked up at the starry sky, "I asked him if it hurts, he said it hurts, but only one of the two hurts him."
"Autism doesn't lie, Bai Chuan said it hurts, but it really hurts. Although I don't think it hurts much if I get bumped by a car, he still protects me." Mu Xiaoya's eyes turned again Some are hot. She was not moved because Bai Chuan endured this pain for her, but because Bai Chuan was willing to protect her.
People with autism have a single-minded character, and their minds only decide whether to do it or not, but never weigh the pros and cons. Mu Xiaoya knew that even if the pain was tens of thousands of times more painful than this, Bai Chuan would still be willing to protect her.
"It doesn't matter if he doesn't like to talk. Anyway, if I ask him, he will answer me. Then I will ask more questions." Mu Xiaoya said optimistically, "So don't look at us like that, Bai Chuan has cognitive impairment. , He can't read the emotions in other people's eyes, but he can tell what kind of eyes are different."
Liang Nuonuo listened in a daze, with extremely complicated emotions.
"I'm sorry." Liang Nuonuo's face was full of guilt.
"Are you saying that you picked us up in a truck?" Mu Xiaoya turned her head and asked in a relaxed tone.
"Yeah, I had an appointment with a tractor, thinking that you must have never ridden."
"Thank you, I don't want to sit."
…
"Mumu~"
"Um?"
"Bai Chuan is very good. When I look at you, my eyes are as bright as stars."
Mu Xiaoya looked up at the starry sky, the starry sky was so beautiful, that's why so many people went to Tibet, to the polar regions, to see the stars wherever they could go.