"You go back to spend time with your family, and leave this place to me." Lu Beifeng ordered, letting Tang Long leave first.
Looking at the still dark windows on the third floor, I strode into the floor.
The building where Tang Jiaqi lives should be the king of the entire community. It has two households on one staircase. The aisles are covered with soft carpets, and there are also New Year flowers and festive Chinese knots.
Compared with the brand-new couplets of another household, the couplets in front of Tang Jiaqi's house are slightly older and are from last year.
Lu Beifeng walked to the front door and rang the doorbell, two or three times in a row, before Tang Jiaqi's voice came out: "Uncle Tang, I'm fine, you can go back."
Lu Beifeng said in a deep voice: "Xiaoqi, it's me!"
Tang Jiaqi paused, and then there was the sound of breaking glass in the room, and then she quickly said: "Wait a minute, I will come and open the door right away."
After waiting for a minute, Lu Beifeng was worried and was about to break in. The inner door suddenly opened, a faint light came from inside, and the air was instantly filled with the smell of alcohol.
Tang Jiaqi's face was red, her eyes were bloodshot, and she showed a forced smile: "Beifeng, why are you here?"
Lu Beifeng smelled the smell of alcohol and frowned: "What are you doing? Open the door quickly."
Tang Jiaqi yawned and said vaguely: "That's good. I'm a little sleepy and want to sleep."
"Can you open the door or not?"
Lu Beifeng's face turned cold.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry..."
Tang Jiaqi panicked for a moment and hurriedly opened the stainless steel security door outside. She was wearing a pink nightgown with the hem only reaching her thighs.
It seems that because of drinking, those straight long legs, white and red, make countless women feel ashamed and countless men excited.
Lu Beifeng's mind was not there, he walked directly into the room and turned on the light switch in the entrance hall.
With an area of nearly 300 square meters, the room was very clean, but the living room floor was filled with empty wine bottles.
The room was filled with a very strong smell of wine, and a hint of blood hidden in the smell of wine.
Lu Beifeng asked: "What was the sound just now?"
Tang Jiaqi's eyes evaded: "It's nothing, the glass just broke."
Lu Beifeng noticed that beads of sweat gradually appeared on Tang Jiaqi's forehead, her lips turned a little white, and even her left calf was shaking slightly.
He followed his gaze and saw that the pink rabbit cotton shoes seemed to have a little blood on the rabbit ears.
In an instant, I realized what happened.
Lu Beifeng directly picked up Tang Jiaqi.
Tang Jiaqi was stunned, but she did not struggle, and Lu Beifeng still carried her to the sofa.
Lu Beifeng lowered his head and glanced at his left foot. The wound should be very deep. The pure cotton slippers even started to ooze blood. He asked, "Do you have a medical kit at home?"
"It should be in the cabinet under the TV."
Lu Beifeng walked over and found the medical kit, took a pair of scissors, squatted on the ground, and cut off all the shoes on Tang Jiaqi's feet along the edges.
She treated the wound in a hurry, only putting a dozen paper towels on it to prevent the blood from spilling. The paper towels had been completely soaked, and the wound was covered with sticky blood.
Lu Beifeng didn't say anything, and he didn't blame her. He should have thought of it earlier and came here earlier.
She is now alone, and will feel even more lonely during the New Year and holidays.
Use medical tweezers to peel off the tissue on the wound layer by layer until the last layer is completely adhered to the wound.
"It may hurt a little, just bear with it."
Lu Beifeng talks softly.
Wearing gloves, he carefully cleaned the paper scraps from the wound until all the paper scraps were removed.
The wound was fully exposed, about an inch long on the sole of the foot. Fortunately, it was just a skin injury, and the wound was not very deep. It was just that there were many blood vessels in the sole of the foot, which caused a lot of bleeding.
When cleaning with disinfectant, you can feel Tang Jiaqi trembling all over.
In order to treat the wound at once to avoid causing secondary damage, Lu Beifeng did not stop because of this, but the movements of his hands became more agile and faster.
Apply medicated powder and apply a bandage.
Suddenly a teardrop fell on the back of my hand.
He looked up and saw Tang Jiaqi biting her lip, tears flowing down her cheeks like golden beans, and she kept muttering to herself: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Family changes and the death of her parents have completely crushed this proud girl.
She used to be very confident and optimistic.
"No, tell me you're sorry."
Lu Beifeng sighed slowly.
He was actually the one who should say sorry. If he had been more decisive, none of this would have happened.
But it is useless to say more now.
Lu Beifeng wiped away the tears on Tang Jiaqi's face, and said with a chuckle: "I am going to celebrate the New Year with tears, I am afraid that next year will be another sad year."
Tang Jiaqi choked up, "It's like this, can't you say something nice to comfort me?"
"Does comfort help?"
Lu Beifeng knew Tang Jiaqi's character very well.
When she is sad, she cannot follow her wishes, which is actually very similar to that of a child.
When a child falls, if the parents don't see it or don't care, the child will pat his butt and stand up on his own.
If parents see this and act anxious, the child will burst into tears uncontrollably.
The best way is to change the topic and let her not think about that matter.
Time is the best medicine in the world and can heal all pain.
Lu Beifeng took a look and saw a brand new couplet on the table in the living room, and asked: "Why don't you replace the couplets after buying them? The New Year will be in a few hours."
Then he walked over on his own, fiddled with the couplets, identified the left and right directions, and said, "Do you have any batter at home, or maybe bring out the double-sided tape?"
"I?"
Lu Beifeng's plan worked. Tang Jiaqi stopped crying, pointed to the tip of her nose, then pointed to her left foot, and couldn't help but said: "Can you worry about it, I am a patient now, okay?"
"It's a cut, but it's not like I'm lame." Lu Beifeng smiled and joked: "And didn't he have another good leg? He jumped over it."
"you are not human!"
Tang Jiaqi was so angry that she limped to the tool room to look for double-sided tape, with a smile in her eyes.
It seemed like they were back in time. The two of them tacitly changed the subject and no longer thought about those sad things.
This is their tacit understanding.
Lu Beifeng stood at the door of his house carrying a stool.
"Crooked, crooked."
"This side is too short, reattach it."
Tang Jiaqi stood in the distance, pointing, her tone full of disgust.
"That's almost it."
Lu Beifeng jumped up and down, sweating profusely from being tortured, and said angrily: "There's so much shit!"
"You're the one who has a lot of trouble."
Tang Jiaqi was in a good mood, with a smile in her eyes: "Okay, that's it, thank you for your hard work, Xiao Lu."
Lu Beifeng glared at her and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly. He was actually the same as Tang Jiaqi, both of them enjoyed this mutual dislike atmosphere.
This is how couples should get along.
Men may like gentle people, or they may like sexy and coquettish people, and they may also like people who can quarrel with each other.