"your hands… "
As soon as Yan Qiwei opened her mouth, Liang Xiao followed her line of sight to look at the back of her hand. After seeing the blood stains, she froze all over, and hurriedly hid her right hand behind her: "It's okay."
"You're bleeding." She frowned slightly and lowered her voice, "Let me see."
He seemed to resist letting her see his hand, but under Yan Qiwei's gaze, he obediently stretched it out and let her gently remove the glove.
The young man's slender and slender fingers were covered with calluses and frostbite, which turned a terrifying purple-red color from the cold, and the back of his hand was also red and swollen, which made her look terrified.
In addition, there were whip marks of different sizes scattered all over his hands, which were also cracked a few times due to the freezing, oozing blood red.
Compared with him, the little girl next to her with her delicate white hands looks much better. A little bit of inexplicable cowardice and inferiority came to her heart. Liang Xiao didn't dare to look at her expression, she pursed her lips and lowered her head.
She didn't speak for a long time, she must be frightened by his ugly body.
He has been wearing gloves since he returned home, careful not to show the ferocious wounds on his body.
Whenever I see them, Liang Xiao can't help but think of those piercing experiences and unforgettable pain, and... how ugly he really is.
If it was his mother Chen Jiayi or Aunt Shen who was standing in front of him at this time, he might not feel so embarrassed and ashamed. For some reason, he just didn't want her to see him so embarrassed.
Liang Xiao timidly retracted her hand, and heard the little girl speak bitterly, "I should have chopped off her hand at that time."
He didn't realize the meaning of these words for a while, and when he raised his eyes boldly, Yan Qiwei pulled his wrist that was still intact.
She was not wearing gloves, and the warm and soft feeling trickled into Liang Xiao's body through her sleeves, causing him to shiver.
Yan Qiwei then remembered that he resisted being touched by others, so she quickly let go. She felt extremely guilty, and said to him at a loss: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect the injury on your hand to be so serious. There are spare medicines at home, and I'll take you to apply some."
Her eyes were clear and clear, without the disgust and fear in her imagination, but with a distressed frown. Liang Xiao followed behind Yan Qiwei without saying a word, her fingers moved slightly, and all her attention stayed on the place where she was just held.
He was actually a little greedy for that warmth.
Yan Qiwei quickly found iodophor and anti-inflammatory ointment. Liang Xiao's hands were so red and swollen that she could only help with the medicine.
"Are you in pain? I'm sorry, I'm an idiot, stupid, big bastard!"
She didn't stop scolding herself, she didn't feel relieved, her eyes poured on the back of his scarred hand, and her heart was more uncomfortable than her own bleeding.
She should have thought of it earlier. Although most of Liang Xiao's injuries have been healed, he is still in a stage that needs to be taken care of. The winter is already cold, and he accidentally touches the snow, which will definitely aggravate the injury.
Liang Xiao has been clumsily comforting: "It's okay, I don't feel pain."
In fact, how can it not hurt.
Painful and itchy tearing sensations filled the entire pain nerve, like countless knives slicing on my fingers. But the girl who lowered her eyebrows to apply medicine for him was too gentle, every movement was like a touch of water, she looked up at him from time to time, lest he frown in pain.
In the old days, when he was injured, he could only endure it alone by curling up in a corner, allowing the piercing pain to devour his consciousness. Crying or resisting will only get more cruel punishment. If it hurts so badly, close your eyes. Sleep is the best painkiller.
No one had ever spoken to him in such a soft voice, his gentle eyes warmer than the spring sun, shining on the young man's barren and dull heart.
With just one glance, the surging pain like a tidal wave was quietly and gently calmed down.
It was almost evening when Yan Qiwei finished taking the medicine. When she raised her head, she met Liang Xiao's eyes.
The winter sunset wandered lazily over the young man's soft black hair and long eyelashes, coating his entire face with a soft golden light. He hurriedly looked away, the bottom of his eyes was as bright as water, and he looked a little shy.
So good, I want to touch it.
She used almost all of her self-control to barely stop her right hand that was about to move, and cast her eyes out of the window in order to divert her attention.
The snowman in the courtyard is diagonally opposite the window, looking from a distance like a grinning white monster, and the room it faces... It seems to be Liang Bozhong's bedroom.
That kid never gave Liang Xiao a good face from beginning to end, no, she has to avenge him.
That night, the much-loved young son of the Liang family was so frightened that his voice broke.
He just fought until midnight like countless nights of staying up late to play games in the past, and when his eyes were sore, he looked up tiredly, and he saw an extremely frightening scene.
—A bloated woman in red with fluttering black hair stood in the courtyard, facing the direction of his window. The evening wind blew her long hair, revealing a hideous face and sharp teeth, and a light from out of nowhere hit her pale face, adding a bit of gloomy aura.
Liang Bozhong was so short-sighted that he could only see the general shape of the woman vaguely. Just one glance was enough to frighten him to cry: "Help, there's a ghost! The ghost in red!"
Since he fell down the stairs, he had been cast in a cast on his leg. He was so frightened that he couldn't move. He could only scream on the chair.
When the servants heard the sound, they looked out of the window, and their hair stood upright in fright, but when they looked closely, they realized that the so-called female ghost was just a snowman in a wig and a red coat.
The strange light came from the flashlight placed in front of the snowman. As for the mouth full of fangs in Liang Bozhong's mouth... it was actually the teeth exposed when the chinchilla smiled.
That's right, it wasn't the ordinary snowman who scared him to cry, but the grinning Totoro.
After learning the news, Young Master Liang cried even louder.
Liang Xiao was awakened by his shouting.
From the intermittent "ghost in red" and "standing in the courtyard", he probably guessed what happened.
The little girl who was always smiling told him seriously after bandaging the wound that she wanted to dress up the snowman. At that time, Liang Xiao was worried that she felt that she didn't look good enough. Now that I think about it, maybe Liang Wei has made up her mind to scare people since then.
He smiled involuntarily, picked up the phone from the bedside table, and saw that her head was still brightly lit.
Liang Xiao had never used a smartphone before, and how to use it was taught to him by Chen Jiayi when he was hospitalized. There were a few people lying quietly in the contacts, and he saw the name at a glance.
When his fingertips touched the screen, he felt a little nervous inexplicably, but before Liang Xiao could type, the message of the person on the opposite side popped up at the same time.
[Thank you for taking me to build a snowman today, really happy! Let's play together when we have time, good night! ]
A heat flow spread from the back of his head to his whole body, and he suddenly felt a lot hotter, so he buried his head in the warm and thick quilt, and started typing awkwardly with his fingers.
[you are welcome. ]
After hesitating for a moment, he continued to play: [Are you trying to scare him on purpose? ]
[Yes, hahaha, I just wanted to scare him, but I didn't expect to make the little guy cry, who made him bully you all day long. ]
She sent an embarrassed meme, and the next message popped up again.
[You don't want to complain to him! The two of us are accomplices. ]
accomplice.
For the first time, Liang Xiao felt that the word had an indescribable cuteness. The fifteen-year-old boy's world was empty, unlike other children who had many secret feelings and thoughts. He simply felt that when he was with this girl, he would feel a long-lost peace and happiness.
It was a feeling I hadn't felt in a long time.
However, he would never have thought that the gentle and kind little girl in his eyes was holding the phone and smirking silently with an extremely idiotic expression.
She was actually chatting with Liang Xiao using the Penguin software!
overtake! quick! happy!
You must know that since she fell in love with Liang Xiao, she used all kinds of network resources to quietly ask for his contact information. It's a pity that Yan Qiwei is thirsty but has no courage. Because she didn't find any reliable reason, she never applied to be added as a friend.
Really good food.
In fact, what Yan Qiwei said was the truth. Liang Bozhong usually seemed to be incapable of pulling, and he didn't look like a timid character. She didn't know that this child would be frightened like this, and it was inevitable that she felt a little guilty for a while.
Treat him to spicy noodles another day!
There is an old Chinese saying, "Extremely happy begets sorrow."
Yan Qiwei rolled over the bed with joy the day before, and woke up the next day with a high fever.
Her constitution was poor, and it was not uncommon for her to have a fever and a cold. Uncle Chen took her to the hospital with ease, accompanied by Aunt Shen and Liang Xiao.
Liang Bozhong sent a message with a vengeance: [The wicked have their own way! ]
In the original world, Yan Qiwei was in great health, and she ate a good meal. She had never been to the hospital except for routine examinations. At this time, she was lying on the bed and watched the nurse show the sharp needle. Miss Yan, who thought she was not afraid of the sky, wilted suddenly.
She was spoiled since she was a child, and she never suffered at all, so it was especially painful, and her face wrinkled all of a sudden.
She is a fairy. Fairies never take medicine when they are sick, they only need to drink the dew in the morning.
Aunt Shen was amused by her expression and comforted softly, "Don't be afraid, Weiwei, you never frowned when you had injections before."
But she is not Liang Wei after all.
Thinking about it carefully, it was not easy for that little girl - she was frail and sick, lost her father at a young age, and was woken up in pain many nights. It was also silent; after her mother remarried, she entered a family that was completely unrelated by blood. Although Liang Qi had always treated her well, Liang Wei was somewhat inferior at home.
Yan Qiwei thought quietly, thank you for your body, please, please, you must bless me in heaven, it is too difficult to catch up with Liang Xiao.
Liang Xiao didn't know that she appeared in the imagination of the little girl in front of her. Standing cautiously at the head of the bed, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of her hand clenching the sheets out of fear.
He pursed his lips and said softly, "Can you tell me the story of Totoro?"
"No problem!" Suddenly being named by the male god, Yan Qiwei became interested, and her eyes lit up, "It is an elf living in the forest, and it often appears on the road on the cat bus when it rains..."
She spoke so engrossed that she didn't notice that the needle had been inserted into the blood vessel.
Aunt Shen glanced at her, then turned to Liang Xiao, who was listening intently to her eloquent storytelling, raised her brows and smiled silently.
Heck, still young people have a way.
It's easy to get sleepy when you have a fever. Yan Qiwei couldn't help but fight with her eyelids. After insisting on finishing the last storyline, she said goodbye to the two around her and fell asleep.
This night, she slept very deadly. When she opened her eyes reluctantly and dazedly, she was so shocked by the sight in front of her that she was completely drowsy.
- Huge pink rabbit dolls, girly chandeliers, wall-covered game animation posters and banners with the words "Come on, never pigeons".
This is not a hospital, nor is it Liang Wei's bedroom.
She was stunned for a while before realizing that this was her own home.
Yan Qiwei's home.
The author has something to say: It's two time and space interlaced like this!