In the next few days, Gu Jiao did not go out again, so she stayed at home and learned to write with Xiao Liulang, and accompanied Xiao Liulang to recover.

Xiao Liulang didn't seem to care whether he could stand up again. Gu Jiao discovered this before the operation. She didn't know what he had experienced. She felt as if she had died of death and had no love or enthusiasm for life at all.

Feng Lin was worried that something would happen if he had an operation, but he agreed without saying a word. This was not bravery and fearless, but whether he died or not was irrelevant.

But Gu Jiao will not let him die or let him be disabled.

"It's time to go and exercise." Gu Jiao cleaned up the house and came to Xiao Liulang's house.

Now she is becoming less and less likely to treat herself as an outsider, and she doesn't even knock on the door when she comes in.

Xiao Liulang's face instantly became ugly.

It’s not because she doesn’t knock on the door when she comes in, it’s because he doesn’t want to exercise.

Gu Jiao guessed that he would have such a reaction, so she didn't give him the chance to refuse, so she walked over and pulled him out of the chair - not only did she enter his room casually, but she also pulled and pulled him at any time, which was really a big helpless way!

Xiao Liulang frowned slightly, but he could not beat his feet with one foot, so he was still pulled out of the house.

"Crutch." Xiao Liulang said.

Gu Jiao raised her eyebrows: "From today, there are no crutches."

Xiao Liulang glanced at her and said lightly: "If you don't have crutches, you can't leave."

Gu Jiao put her hands in front of her chest and said charmingly: "I can't leave, I will help you, I will be your crutch!"

Don't think she didn't see it. He didn't recover well every time he was holding a crutch. He pressed all the weight of his body on the crutch, and did not get any exercise at all at the right foot.

Xiao Liulang frowned.

Gu Jiao smiled and said, "If you want a crutch, walk back to the house by yourself."

I don’t have the strength to get back with my right foot, so why do I get back with my right foot? I can only jump back with my right foot.

Thinking of his jumping, Xiao Liulang gave up decisively!

Xiao Liulang used his crutch to be lazy and was extinguished by Gu Jiao.

He could press his weight on his crutch with peace of mind, but he could not press on Gu Jiao's soft little body like this, because-

"My husband, don't always suppress me, you have to learn to use your own strength."

"By the way, that's it!"

"You use some more force yourself! I will be crushed by you!"

"How can you count on me as a woman in this kind of thing?!"

Xiao Liulang gritted his teeth: "...I just borrow some power!"

All of you have said it was a mess, can you keep your mouth shut?!

Xiao Liulang was forced to walk seriously. He used to be without breathing for more than a dozen rounds, but now he can't do it in one round trip. Gu Jiao also stipulated that the daily number of steps must not be less than one hundred.

After walking for a hundred years, Xiao Liulang was soaked all over.

Gu Jiao took a veil to wipe his sweat: "My husband, do you feel sore all over your body, as if you were being run over by a carriage? You are so tired that you can't move, your fingers can't even lift up, and your legs are shaking..."

Xiao Liulang: “…”

Xiao Liulang finally ended his destruction today, and it was his turn to destroy Gu Jiao.

"Have you practiced your calligraphy today?" he asked seriously.

Gu Jiao, who was gloating the previous second, suddenly froze.

Xiao Liulang regained a trace of vengeance and narrowed his eyes and said, "You asked me to walk that way every day, but I don't practice a single word. Including yesterday's, you didn't write a hundred words."

Gu Jiao grabbed her little head irritably!

She hates writing calligraphy with brushes! Especially the character Zhao Guo with so many strokes!

Xiao Liulang shouted and said, "If you don't write today, you will have to write two hundred of them tomorrow."

Gu Jiao put down her pen with a snap: "Then you will walk two hundred steps tomorrow!"

Xiao Liulang: "I won't leave."

Gu Jiao: "Then I won't write it!"

Xiao Liulang: "It's up to you."

Gu Jiao: "..."

It doesn't matter whether she writes or not, but he must be rehabilitated, otherwise he will be a little cripple all his life.

Xiao Liulang didn't care whether he was a cripple or not. He glanced at Gu Jiao indifferently and returned to the room with a victory expression.

Xiao Liulang actually saw that Gu Jiao didn't like writing anymore. At first, she was curious about the words on the prescription, but after she tasted the boredom of practicing calligraphy, she gave up.

He was sure Gu Jiao couldn't write.

But the next day, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a little man sitting cross-legged on his bed, holding his hands in his chest, bulging like a irritable little wild cat, but with two huge dark circles on his eyes, he stared at him with a terrible death.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Liulang looked at her in surprise. He didn't know how long she had been here, so he kept staring at him to sleep?

Gu Jiao hummed coldly, took out a thick stack of well-trained words behind her, and threw them in front of him with a mighty and domineering manner: "Man! This is the word you want!"

Xiao Liulang looked at the words, then looked at her dark circles, frowned and said, "You won't have been sleeping all night, you're writing this, right?"

How many words does this take? She is afraid she is not crazy!

Gu Jiao was like a little beast that finally showed its fangs: "One thousand words! Today you can take me a thousand steps!"

Xiao Liulang: “…”

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The Gu family's chaos began. In addition to eating melon seeds, eating sweets, and teasing Xue Ningxiang's son, there was another one more thing to see them torture each other and hate each other.

"Jiaojiao, Liulang has taken one step less!" The old lady didn't bother to watch the fun.

Gu Jiao rushed out of the stove with a kitchen knife.

Looking at Gu Jiao, who was enough to chop a cow to death, Xiao Liulang looked sad!

The shy little girl who lowered her head in the snow and waited for him to put on her cloak, after all, he missed the truth...

In a blink of an eye, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month has passed and Tianxiang Academy has also started school.

Xiao Liulang got up early and packed up his bags.

After so long, the dormitory of the academy should have been repaired. When he moved into the dormitory, he would no longer have to be forced to walk.

When he packed his bags, Gu Jiao didn't say a word.

As usual, Gu Jiao sent him to Uncle Luo's carriage and handed him the crutch. When she left, she seemed to think of something suddenly and said to him with a smile: "Ah, by the way, I'm too busy recently, I almost forgot to say something. It's not convenient for you to practice walking in the academy. I greeted the dean last time I visited the dean. You haven't had to stay in the academy for the past few months until you...recover."

Xiao Liulang: A bolt from the blue!!!

Not long after Gu Jiao left, Gu Xiaoshun came.

Gu Xiaoshun sat down next to Xiao Liulang: "Brother-in-law, why are you carrying a bag?" He only brought a book bag.

Xiao Liulang couldn't say that I was being posed by your sister and asked, "Don't you stay in the academy?"

Gu Xiaoshun said: "My brother-in-law doesn't live, of course I don't live either! I'll accompany you! It's better to take care of anything happening on the way."

After all, he is also the number one village tyrant in all villages. It’s perfect for protecting his brother-in-law!

Xiao Liulang held back his anger: "Didn't you say it earlier?"

"Sister doesn't let me say that she wants to give you a surprise!" Gu Xiaoshun spread his hands and said with a smile, "How about my brother-in-law, are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

Xiao Liulang's teeth choked, Gu, Jiao!

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Chapter completed!