The blinds were tightly closed, the dusty curtains were drawn, and not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate the small room.
Ye Linlang looked at the glowing incandescent light above her head in a trance, and actually had the illusion that she was in the night.
Just when Ye Linlang was lost in thought, Jiang Qiran bent down and used a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant to pick out the sand on the surface bit by bit for Ye Linlang.
Ye Linlang gasped, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Does this hurt?"
Jiang Qiran asked in a low voice, his voice gentle as if he was coaxing a child who was much younger than him.
Ye Linlang finally managed to stop the tears from her eyes. The corners of her eyes were red and her voice was intermittent with sobs.
"You...you try to be gentler."
Ye Linlang choked slightly.
She looked down at the bloody wound on her knee, and she couldn't tell what she felt.
Logically speaking, she grew up in the mountains and had been used to running wild since she was young, so she should not have taken such a minor injury seriously.
But Ye Linlang was so afraid of pain. Once, she fell into a pit while running in the mountains. When she was found, there was a big cut on her knee.
At that time, Ye Linlang cried for half the night. When she saw some bloody stuff coming out of her knee, she wondered if her knee would never heal again.
Grandma Song comforted her. Even after many years, she still remembered the incident deeply and made fun of her for being silly.
At that time, she would hide in Grandma Song's arms, act coquettishly, and say a lot of irrelevant things.
In order to take care of her, the old lady would occasionally save some pocket money and wait for the craftsman who made brown rice candy from the neighboring village to come over. She would then bring some brown rice and money to buy some.
Of course, it was only a little bit. After all, when they were in the small deserted village, it was difficult for them to even get meat, so how could they have so much extra money to buy candy
…
Although Ye Linlang is still short of money now, after all, the Ye family is unwilling to give Ye Linlang as much pocket money as Ye Siyao, but she will never have a hard life like the one in Xiaohuang Village again.
When Ye Linlang was very young, she thought that if she studied well and made a lot of money, she would buy lots of new clothes for Grandma Song and take her to eat lots of delicious food.
It’s best to eat meat every meal.
At that time, the naive Ye Linlang thought that being able to eat meat every meal meant a very rich life.
Although she has been treated like an outsider in the Ye family now, the Ye family would not allow Ye Linlang to eat vegetarian meals every time.
It turns out that this is how life is like for rich people.
Eating meat every meal is definitely not a standard of wealth. Perhaps for them, gambling, horse racing, traveling around the world, and buying many beautiful but impractical luxury goods at will are the minimum standard of life, right
…
Ye Linlang's thoughts suddenly wandered away. Her eyes were blank. Thinking of the lonely old man sleeping alone in the underground of the small deserted village, her heart felt really sad.
The uncomfortable feeling even outweighed the stabbing pain in my knees.
The first person in this world who showed kindness to her and also the person who gave the most to her, left just like that.
She didn't even have the chance to repay Grandma Song for all the love and care she had given her.
The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop, the son wants to support his parents but they are no longer there.
Grandma Song and Ye Linlang are not blood relatives, but in Ye Linlang's heart, the old woman is even more touching than her own relatives.
Grandma, she's gone...
In this small health room, facing the bleeding wound on her knee, Ye Linlang finally realized this so clearly.
The tears that I had managed to hold back now fell uncontrollably.
It's not physical pain, but heart pain.
…
When Jiang Qiran saw Ye Linlang crying, his handsome brows immediately frowned.
"Does it really hurt that much?"
As Jiang Qiran spoke, the movement of applying the medicine on his hands suddenly became lighter and gentler, as if he was afraid that Ye Linlang would cry again.
He didn't understand why girls were so afraid of pain.
In Jiang Qiran's memory, he was the type who rarely cried.
Even when Jiang Qiran was in the third grade of elementary school and was camping and training with the army, he was stung by a bee. Although his eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and never cried.
The battalion commander was amazed and said that Jiang Qiran had such strong resilience and endurance at such a young age, and perhaps he was born to be a soldier.
Probably the only two times he cried were because of his parents. One time was because he wanted to live separately from Su Wan, and the other time was because he was afraid that Jiang Xuecheng didn't like him.
Even though he said that he hated Jiang Xuecheng, his arrogant father, he was a boy after all, and deep down he always had some admiration for the strong.
After returning from the military training, Jiang Qiran looked darker and thinner, which made Su Wan feel so distressed. What Jiang Qiran didn't expect was that Jiang Xuecheng actually took him to learn shooting after that!
Jiang Xuecheng taught him almost step by step, corrected his minor mistakes bit by bit, and even demonstrated how to disassemble and assemble a gun with eyes closed.
As far as Jiang Qiran could remember, he had never been so close to his father.
Seeing his father's shooting skills that never missed a shot, and his precise assembly skills even when blindfolded, Jiang Qiran, who was still young at the time, stared with his eyes wide open, almost astonished.
Children are always very sharp-minded.
Jiang Qiran suddenly realized that perhaps his arrogant father didn't hate him that much, otherwise he wouldn't have taught him everything he knew.
…
Ye Linlang's eyes were red, and she looked like a little rabbit that had been bullied by someone, looking a little pitiful.
"It's not about the pain... I just thought of the grandma who raised me. When I was in the deserted village, I would sometimes fall on the road. Grandma would always find some herbs to apply to me and blow on my wounds like she was coaxing a child."
Jiang Qiran narrowed his dark eyes slightly, and listened quietly to Ye Linlang's words, as that scene vaguely emerged in his mind.
A white-haired old lady was holding a cute little Ye Linlang.
Maybe the little girl is crying loudly, and the old lady is soothing her patiently...
That scene lingered in Jiang Qiran's mind for a long time.
He raised his eyes to look at Ye Linlang, and suddenly, his heart seemed to be hit by something and became very warm.
Jiang Qiran lowered his head and suddenly blew a little bit of air towards the wound that he had just cleaned and disinfected for Ye Linlang.
"Is it this way?"
The young man gently pressed Ye Linlang's legs, buried his face between her legs, and blew air to her carefully.
Seeing that Jiang Qiran was about to blow on the wound on her thigh, Ye Linlang's face suddenly turned red!
The point is, she's not wearing pants now!
The fine hair on Ye Linlang's legs trembled, and she quickly reached out and pushed Jiang Qiran away.
"No, that's enough!"
If someone were to break in now, who knows what bad ideas they might come up with!
(End of this chapter)