The infirmary is very simple, it should be combined with a small library, on one side are three peeled yellow wooden cabinets, full of books, on the other side, a curtain is opened, and behind the curtain is a medicine rack, which is used as medicine room.
Song Xuanhe stood at the door, his eyes fell on the man sitting by the window, his expression was indifferent, he cleaned the wound on his hand casually, he didn't even wipe the medicinal wine after disinfection, just let the palm of his hand melt into the flesh, the wound was so big Lala wide open.
"Don't you want to wrap a gauze?"
After holding back, Song Xuanhe still couldn't hold back his voice.
Xiao Yuanmu looked up at him, and when it landed on his slightly frowning eyebrows, he blinked suddenly and asked, "Do you think I killed the dog?"
Song Xuanhe was taken aback, what the little boy said just now suddenly came to mind.
Before, he only came into contact with the easy-going and kind dean and the lively and cheerful Yuanyuan, because he subconsciously thought that the orphanage was like this. Although there were no relatives, the overall environment was indeed harmonious and warm.
But the stone that was thrown just now, and the fact that the little boy was so calm, made him realize for the first time what kind of environment Xiao Yuanmu grew up in.
Xiao Yuanmu, who was still young, was holding the puppy, the body of the puppy after being tortured and killed, the blood on Xiao Yuanmu's body, and the vigilant and suspicious eyes of the people around him, all these formed a clear picture in Song Xuanhe's mind. , and then combined with the indifferent Xiao Yuanmu in front of him.
The afterglow of the evening light did not enter Xiao Yuanmu's dark eyes, Song Xuanhe pursed his lips, feeling that this moment seemed familiar, at the moment when the sun had completely set, he turned on the light switch at hand.
The medical room brightened up, and Song Xuanhe asked Xiao Yuanmu, "Do you like dogs?"
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes were squinted by the sudden light, and after hearing Song Xuanhe's questioning, he gave him a meaningful look, and when he met his clean eyes, he suddenly knew what he was thinking.
For some reason, he found it a little funny, so he also chuckled and asked, "Do you believe me?"
Then he asked again, "Why?"
Song Xuanhe blinked suspiciously, and said, "I didn't say I believed you, I just asked you if you like dogs."
The smile was just a flash in the pan, Xiao Yuanmu's expression returned to his indifference: "I don't like it."
"Forget it then." Song Xuanhe shrugged his shoulders in disappointment, turned around and picked up a whimpering little milk dog outside the door, and said, "I wanted to raise it for you when I picked it up, but I'm sorry." I'm not interested in raising these little things, since you don't like them, I'll put them back where I picked them up."
Xiao Yuanmu didn't look at Song Xuanhe's expression, his eyes fell on the small ears protruding from his wrist, and then he looked away: "Put it back."
"Why don't we just give it to the children in the orphanage?" Song Xuanhe suggested, "I think those children really like puppies."
"No." Xiao Yuanmu's voice was cold, and he directly rejected the proposal.
Song Xuanhe raised an eyebrow: "Why?"
The little milk dog poked its head out and lay on Song Xuanhe's arm, yelling in a childlike voice, looking at Xiao Yuanmu with a pair of dark eyes, looking curiously.
Xiao Yuanmu frowned, walked to Song Xuanhe's side, did not look at the puppy in his arms, and said indifferently: "This dog will not survive a week if left here."
Song Xuanhe's hand holding the dog froze, but he didn't ask why this time.
"Let's go." Xiao Yuanmu stepped out of the infirmary door first, and said, "It's time to eat."
"What about the dog?" Song Xuanhe subconsciously glanced at the little brown milk dog that was only the size of his palm.
Just after he came out of the play area, when he was looking for the infirmary along the road, he heard a moaning sound outside the wall, and he was a little curious, so he went around to see what it was. He didn't expect to find this little milk dog in the box , At that time, he had an idea, he knew who Xiao Yuanmu was, and his face would look worse when people got closer to him, let alone hugging things he didn't like. The little boy said that Xiao Yuanmu was hugging a dog. When he was young, he thought that Xiao Yuanmu should like dogs, at least he liked the dog he was holding.
So when seeing this puppy, Song Xuanhe felt that he had found a thank you gift, and giving him anything would be better than what he wanted. Xiao Yuanmu saved his bloody disaster, so he couldn't just say thank you.
Moreover, he actually wanted to test it out. After all, people like Xiao Yuanmu don't look like the kind of pet lovers. In his eyes, there are people who like pets and can raise them well. A caring and responsible person, these two descriptions, the latter is not too much, but the former is not really related to the Xiao Yuanmu he knows.
But after such a test, Song Xuanhe was not sure whether Xiao Yuanmu liked dogs, maybe he only liked the puppy at that time.
Thinking of this, Song Xuanhe didn't expect to give this dog to Xiao Yuanmu. After asking, he replied by himself: "I'll take it home to raise for one night, and send someone to the adoption center tomorrow."
Xiao Yuanmu inadvertently lowered his eyes to meet Song Xuan and the little milk dog with his tongue sticking out of his arm. The little milk dog sniffed his nose and was very excited: "Wow!"
When we arrived at the cafeteria, the dean saw Song Xuan and the puppy he was holding in his arms and asked, and when he heard that he picked it up, he smiled, stroked the puppy and said, "Then you have to take good care of it , look how much it likes you."
Song Xuanhe was slightly stunned, and looked down at the little milk dog who was crawling around in his clothes and wagging its tail vigorously. He didn't really like the character of small animals, but at this time he saw the fluffy and chubby little milk ball the size of a palm in front of him. The lively movements on his body still feel kind of cute.
He bent his eyes slightly, thinking that it would be good to take it home and raise it. Although he had never raised it before, it was quite easy to find someone to take care of it.
The moment Song Xuanhe thought this way, he suddenly felt his thighs heat up, and a gust of cold wind caressed his crotch, and the goosebumps rose up along with the smell of urine, making Song Xuanhe's smiling face instantly livid .
Seeing that Song Xuanhe's expression was not right, the dean asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"Woo woo woo..."
The little milk dog seemed to realize that he had done something wrong, so he stopped crawling. He tremblingly raised his paws and walked towards Song Xuanhe's dry front, as if he wanted to avoid the wet place, but he didn't walk much in the first place. Steady, bouncing, stepping back and slipping from time to time, rubbing on his suit pants where he hasn't wiped clean, leaving drops of watermarks.
Song Xuanhe's face turned greener. He loved to be clean since he was a child, and he didn't want to touch any dirty things. At this time, a dog peed all over his pants, and the idea of wanting to keep a dog disappeared instantly. He really is not suitable for keeping any pets. .
"Wow!"
There was a terrified cry, and before Song Xuanhe could react, he saw the little milk dog fall from his lap. He stretched out his hand to catch it, but was caught by another hand stretched out from the side first. .
Xiao Yuanmu showed no expression, but his tone was a bit cold: "What are you thinking?"
Song Xuanhe rolled his eyes: "My pants are all wet, those who don't know think I'm peeing... can't I be angry?"
Xiao Yuanmu handed back the puppy in his hand, and Song Xuanhe got up abruptly, fearing that he could avoid it, took a step back and said: "Don't give it to me, you hold it yourself, this big puddle on my leg...how can I hold it? .”
"Are you afraid it will pee on you again?" Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes, with a mocking smile on his face.
"You don't care if I'm afraid or not." Song Xuan and his lower body are wet, and the wet part is embarrassing. He is not in a good mood at the moment, but no matter how unhappy he is, he will not be angry with a little milk dog. He just wants to go back and change. clothing.
The dean also saw Song Xuanhe's trousers. It is winter, and the canteen of the orphanage does not turn on the air conditioner to save electricity. It just covers the door with a thick curtain. It is still a bit cold at this time. She worried: "Xiao Song, You can't do this, you will be freezing later, Yuanmu's room still has his clothes, you go and change into his."
After the words fell, the expressions of Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu changed at the same time.
Song Xuanhe said in surprise: "No need for the dean, I just go back and change my clothes, I don't need to wear his clothes."
Xiao Yuanmu didn't want Song Xuanhe to wear his clothes at first, he was also a bit of a clean freak in some respects, but seeing Song Xuanhe's reluctance, he really wanted to see Song Xuanhe reluctantly wear his clothes. The shape of his clothes.
"It will take at least thirty minutes to go back without traffic jams, and it may take one and a half hours in traffic jams." Xiao Yuanmu's expression was very indifferent, as if he was just explaining what he thought was the best way: "You'd better go change your clothes."
"Yes." The dean echoed, "If you wear these wet pants for more than an hour, you will definitely catch a cold."
Song Xuanhe also didn't want to wear a pair of wet trousers with... After weighing up, he chose to wear Xiao Yuanmu's clothes.
Coming to Xiao Yuanmu's small bedroom where he couldn't turn around again, Xiao Yuanmu took out a pair of trousers from the cabinet, threw them to Song Xuanhe, and then searched inside.
Song Xuanhe took the trousers, frowned and said, "What are you still looking through?"
Xiao Yuanmu straightened up and asked him lightly: "Are your underwear wet?"
Song Xuanhe: ...
His underwear must be wet, but he absolutely cannot accept wearing other men's underwear!
"Or do you plan to not wear it?" Xiao Yuanmu held a pair of dark underwear in his hand, looked around somewhere on his lower body, suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, and concluded lightly: "It doesn't matter if you don't wear it."
Even a man can't stand this kind of provocation!
Song Xuanhe sneered mockingly, and then opened his mouth to fight back: "Has anyone ever told you not to judge others by yourself? If you look at your underwear, you will know that the size is too small. It doesn't matter whether you wear it or not, but if you think I will It would be too self-deceiving."
After finishing speaking, he raised his chin, put his hands on his chest, and expressed the most contemptuous attitude with the most disdainful gesture.
A few seconds later, Xiao Yuanmu also chuckled, his bottomless eyes were deep and dark, and his voice was hoarse and low: "Whether I'm old or young, didn't you know it in the first week with me?"
Song Xuan and Tongren paused, and suddenly remembered the scene where the system forced him to force Xiao Yuanmu to do something but he pressed him on his lap. Almost at the same time as this scene appeared, his scalp felt a little numb, a dangerous feeling Intuition arises spontaneously.
Xiao Yuanmu approached step by step: "Maybe you still want to make sure before telling me whether what you just said is true or not?"