Gu Junzhu looked at Ye Xingbei intently, thinking that this is a very strange girl.
Being deceived, hurt, and betrayed by the person he trusted the most, he thought she would be sad, angry, hated, and even collapsed, but she was calm from the moment she woke up.
Her state of mind is better than he has ever seen, and she is afraid that in a few more years, she will be able to reach the state of not being happy with things but not sad with herself.
But Gu Junzhu knows that many people don't cry or make trouble after being hurt. It's not that they are naturally slower than others, but they are used to it.
A crying child has milk.
But children who cry to death and still have no milk, after a long time, understand this truth, and naturally they will not cry in the future.
Thinking of it this way, he felt even more sorry for the girl.
How much mistreatment did she have to suffer before she could calmly face the abandonment and betrayal she regarded as her relatives
He couldn't help reaching out and touching her head.
It's okay, though.
All the past is gone.
In the past, Ye Xiaobei was loved by no one, but now he will be there.
He loves her.
Ye Xingbei looked at him sideways, and smiled at him softly, "Let's go back."
Gu Jun nodded, bent down and hugged her into his arms, and told Gu Chi: "Send this old witch back to the teacher's house."
What he should have done was done on the day when Wu Qizhen was sent to the cowherd's bed.
For the rest of her life, Wu Qizhen will only live in more pain day by day.
He no longer needed to do anything to Wu Qizhen.
He carried Ye Xingbei back to the room, put her back on the bed, and rubbed her head: "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"
He was injured and burned for a few days, Ye Xingbei's appetite has been poor, and he lost a lot of weight in just a few days.
Ye Xingbei thought for a while, "Have some purple rice porridge."
She still doesn't really have much appetite, but she doesn't like to cause trouble.
Eat fast to get better soon.
Only when your body recovers as before can you take care of others, instead of becoming a burden to others.
Gu Junzhu called the kitchen and asked the kitchen to cook purple rice porridge.
He sat down by the bed by himself, took a look at the gauze on Ye Xingbei's body, afraid that moving Ye Xingbei just now would tear the wound.
In fact, he was overthinking.
When he hugged Ye Xingbei, he was very careful.
The wound on Ye Xingbei's body has already formed a thin layer of scab, so it's nothing serious.
But he was still worried.
Seeing that nothing happened with his own eyes, he applied a thick layer of medicine to the wound, and then rewrapped the gauze.
"This medicine works really well," Ye Xingbei admired sincerely, "This is the best trauma medicine I've ever used."
In the past, the trauma medicine she used in Yejia was the best medicine that could not be bought in the market. She thought it was the best trauma medicine, but she never thought that a mountain is higher than a mountain, and there are better ones.
Gu Junzhu said: "I used to have a special job and was often injured. The medicine was specially prepared for me by my father looking for a Chinese medicine expert. The medicinal materials were very precious, and there was no market for it. It was hard to get it. My father spent a lot of money. With a lot of effort, I only made a dozen bottles. I use it myself, and my comrades in arms also use it. Now there are only two bottles left, so... "
Gu Junzhu patted Ye Xingbei's forehead, "Don't be so stupid in the future, you will believe all cats and dogs, next time you get hurt, there will be no such magic medicine for you."
Ye Xingbei glanced at the medicine in his hand: "It's so precious, shall we use other medicines in the future? Put this kind of medicine away and use it when the injury is more serious."
(end of this chapter)