For the next few days, Gu Jiao did not go out again, and stayed at home with Xiao Liulang to learn to write and accompany Xiao Liulang to recover.
Xiao Liulang didn't seem to care about whether he could stand up again. Gu Jiao had discovered this before the operation, and he didn't know what he had experienced. His heart was ashes, and he had absolutely no love and enthusiasm for life.
Feng Lin was worried that he would have an accident during the operation, but he agreed without a word.
But Gu Jiao will not let him die, nor will he be disabled.
"It's time to exercise." After finishing the house, Gu Jiao came to Xiao Liulang's house.
She doesn't take herself as an outsider anymore, and doesn't even knock on the door when she comes in.
Xiao Liulang's face instantly turned ugly.
Not because she didn't knock on the door when she came in, but because he didn't want to exercise.
Gu Jiao guessed that he would react like this, and didn't give him a chance to refuse at all. She walked over and dragged him from the chair—not only did he enter his room casually, but he also pulled and pulled at every turn. It was really intimidating. !
Xiao Liulang frowned slightly, but he was still dragged out of the room because he couldn't do it with one foot.
"Crutches." Xiao Liulang said.
Gu Jiao raised her eyebrows: "From today onwards, there will be no crutches."
Xiao Liulang glanced at her and said lightly, "I can't walk without a cane."
Gu Jiao put her hands on her chest, and said with all kinds of style: "If you can't walk, I'll help you, I'm your crutch!"
Don't think she didn't see it, he didn't rehab well every time he used the crutches, put all his weight on the crutches, and didn't get any exercise for his right foot at all.
Xiao Liulang frowned.
Gu Jiao smiled: "If you want a cane, go back to the house by yourself."
I have no strength in my right foot, what should I do? Can only jump back.
Thinking of how he was jumping and jumping, Xiao Liulang decisively gave up!
Xiao Liulang's use of crutches to be lazy was snuffed out by Gu Jiao.
He could put his weight on the crutches with peace of mind, but he couldn't put his weight on Gu Jiao's soft little body, because—
"Xianggong, don't keep pressing me, you have to learn to use your own strength."
"That's right, that's it!"
"Just use your own strength! I'm going to be crushed by you!"
"How can you expect all this from a woman like me?!"
Xiao Liulang gritted his teeth: "... borrow, borrow a force!"
It made you talk into a mess, can you keep your mouth shut? !
Xiao Liulang was forced to walk in earnest. Usually, he would not catch his breath when he went back and forth more than a dozen times. Piansheng Gu Jiao also stipulated that the number of steps per day should not be less than 100.
After one hundred walks, Xiao Liulang was soaked all over.
Gu Jiao took the veil to wipe his sweat: "Xiang Gong, do you feel sore all over, like being run over by a large carriage? I'm so tired that I can't move, I can't lift my fingers, and my legs keep shaking..."
Xiao Liulang: "..."
Xiao Liulang finally ended his torture today, and it was his turn to torture Gu Jiao.
"Have you practiced your calligraphy today?" he asked seriously.
Gu Jiao, who had been gloating a second before, suddenly froze.
Xiao Liulang found a little pleasure of revenge, squinted his eyes and said: "You make me walk so many roads every day, but you don't practice a word. Counting yesterday's, you haven't written a hundred words."
Gu Jiao scratched her little head irritably!
She hates writing with calligraphy! Especially the Zhaoguo characters with so many strokes!
Xiao Liulang snorted and said, "If you don't write today, you will have to write two hundred copies tomorrow."
Gu Jiao put down the pen with a snap: "Then you will walk two hundred steps tomorrow!"
Xiao Liulang: "I'm not leaving."
Gu Jiao: "Then I won't write it!"
Xiao Liulang: "As you like."
Gu Jiao: "..."
It doesn't matter if she writes or not, but he must be rehabilitated, otherwise he will be a little lame all his life.
Xiao Liulang didn't care whether he was lame or not, he glanced at Gu Jiao lightly, and returned to the house with a triumphant expression.
Xiao Liulang actually saw that Gu Jiao didn't like to write anymore. At first, he was curious that the words on the prescription might just be a whim, but when he tasted the boringness of practicing calligraphy, he retreated.
He was certain that Gu Jiao would not write.
Unexpectedly, the next day, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a little man sitting cross-legged on his bed, with his arms folded over his chest, puffed up like a irritable little wild cat, with two huge dark circles under his eyes. He had a terrifying death stare.
"What are you doing?" Xiao Liulang looked at her in astonishment. He didn't know how long she had been here. Did he just stare at him to sleep
Gu Jiao snorted coldly, then took out a thick stack of practiced characters, and threw it in front of him majestic and domineering: "Man! This is the character you want!"
Xiao Liulang looked at the words, looked at the dark circles under her eyes, and frowned, "You're not going to stay up all night, writing this, right?"
How many words are there? She's not crazy!
Gu Jiao was like a little beast that finally showed its fangs: "A thousand words! Walk me a thousand steps today!"