But Wen Zhigu's attitude was still calm: "It has nothing to do with you."
Although Ji Xubai was a little disappointed, he did not press her. He just told her: "I know what I know, if you need any help, you can ask my dad..."
Wen Zhigu didn't answer him. He just opened the plaster and applied it to his chest.
During this period, Wen Zhigu was very quiet and concentrated on giving him medicine without saying anything.
Ji Xubai didn't ask anything. He lowered his head and looked at the fingers she was applying medicine to. Wen Zhigu's fingers were very beautiful, slender and white, and the nails had a light pink sheen.
When he taught her to read in the academy, he would often come to her desk. Even though he knew that she would be on pins and needles every time because of his gaze, he still liked to watch her write. Nothing else. Watching Wen Zhiguo write was a kind of pleasure. Very enjoyable visual experience.
The handwriting written by Wen Zhigu was still different from that of ordinary girls. It had a flowing flow and a calmness and looseness after settling. This was Ji Xubai's first impression.
Maybe it's because of this that her hands always look beautiful no matter what they are holding.
Ji Xubai suddenly wanted to see Wen Zhiyou write again, but he did not dare to mention such meaningless words for no reason. According to Wen Zhiyou's temperament, it was impossible for her to agree to him.
Naturally, Wen Zhigu didn't know what Ji Xubai was thinking about. After she gave him medicine, she sent someone to prepare meals. She probably guessed that this guy hadn't eaten since she left.
Ji Xubai couldn't lift his hands now, so Wen Zhigu had to wait in front of him even when he was eating. However, Ji Xubai's emotions surged up again inexplicably, and he felt more and more depressed, so he just pretended to eat Wen Zhigu calmly. Zhigong put the meal to his mouth. After a long time, he quietly asked: "Zhigong, when will you return to the military camp?"
"It's nothing important to come to the military camp. It doesn't matter whether I go or not."
"Won't it delay you?"
Wen Zhiyu lowered his head and stirred the soup in the bowl, and said calmly, "What do you want to say?"
Ji Xubai pursed his thin lips and fell silent.
Wen Zhiyu put down the bowl in his hand, raised his head, and said in a faint voice: "You want me to leave so much."
Ji Xubai nodded slowly in silence.
"I'm leaving. You can smash things anytime and anywhere, right?"
Ji Xubai looked up at her, slightly startled.
"How do I know? I don't need to ask. Every time I come here, the girls in the Jade Courtyard come to me as if asking for help. Ji Xubai, if you are really willing to cooperate, I can leave at any time, but I don't believe it. From beginning to end, I don’t believe a word of your nonsense, so it’s useless whatever you say.”
Ji Xubai was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed, and accidentally pulled the wound. He coughed a few times in pain, and slightly opened his lips with a heavy breath: "I know how long can you take care of me?"
When he asked this question, his tone was full of clear self-deprecation.
He himself found it ridiculous.
Ever since he woke up after escaping from the fire, he was on the verge of collapse every day and every night.
Sometimes, I really think about dying.
It also allows Wen to vent his anger.
But when I think about my father who is getting older, I really can't bear it.
But if he goes on like this, he won't find any meaning in living.
Living like this, apart from being a burden to the people around him, it has no useful meaning.