Even though Xu Qinglian was naked, even though her skin was as white as milk, even though her breasts were slightly swollen, and even though her whole body was clearly visible, Wang Ai had no charming thoughts at all.
Wang Ai's first thought was: Have you encountered a murder? Is this a murder scene? I, I, I, I have to protect the scene?
The next moment, Wang Ai, who had given up the unreliable idea, stepped forward, pulled off a towel, clumsily wrapped Xu Qinglian, and tremblingly picked up Xu Qinglian's small body.
Seeing Wang Ai's move, Xu Qinglian opened her eyes, forced a smile, but couldn't say anything when she opened her mouth.
"Mom, Mom! Where are you?" Wang Ai put Xu Qinglian on the bed in the room and called Ai Xiaoqing anxiously.
"What's wrong, son? I'm at work?" Ai Xiaoqing was also a little panicked. In the impression, his son had never spoken in such a panicked tone.
Wang Ai told the story in a nonchalant manner, and Ai Xiaoqing breathed a sigh of relief. She probably knew in her heart that this was probably dysmenorrhea! Many girls, especially in the year or two before menarche, are often tortured by dysmenorrhea.
Death. But I was rolling on the floor in pain, and I still had to be calm and indifferent in front of outsiders.
Ai Xiaoqing briefly talked to Wang Ai, put down what she was doing, and rushed home urgently.
When Wang Ai put down the phone, Xu Qinglian was half-sitting weakly. She used her only strength to hold the towel on her body and cover her body. Her face was slightly red, and she looked at Wang Ai with a hint of shyness. She still wanted to speak.
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Wang Ai opened his mouth, but said nothing. He turned around and ran to the living room downstairs. He rummaged around, tore open a pack of milk powder, and brewed a large cup of hot milk, brown sugar, honey, and paste.
I added it in a daze, and when I finished adding it, I carried it to Xu Qinglian to the bedside regardless of whether it was hot. I swayed my head from side to side, slapped my forehead, turned left when I went out, went to the bathroom, brought two more big towels, and grabbed Xu Qinglian's clothes.
He took it back and handed it to Xu Qinglian and said, "Wipe your head and body. My mother will be back in a while."
Xu Qinglian gave a weak "hmm", and Wang Ai went out to work again. Before Xu Qinglian could change her clothes, Wang Ai threw a pack of sanitary napkins on the bed through the door.
Xu Qinglian chuckled. Although she still had no strength at this moment, the pain had passed.
After Xu Qinglian had packed up, Wang Ai held a hot water bottle and a spoon for drinking water, and said to Xu Qinglian who was sitting on the edge of the bed: "You cover your hands first and take it easy. My mother will be here in a while. Let's go to the hospital to check."
check."
Xu Qinglian nodded, holding the hot water bottle on her lower abdomen with one hand, and drinking water from the bedside with the other hand.
For a long time, Xu Qinglian didn't hear Wang Ai's movement. When she turned to look at Wang Ai, she found that Wang Ai was holding the back of the chair and staring at her.
At this time, Xu Qinglian, who had already cut her hair short, said: "What are you looking at? You haven't seen it before?"
Xu Qinglian regretted it as soon as she said it, because according to Wang Ai's temper, he would definitely answer with a smile: "It's better to look better in clothes!" When thinking of this, Xu Qinglian felt her lower abdomen hurt again.
Unexpectedly, Wang Ai shook his head and said seriously: "I was thinking just now, if I were not at home today, you would wake up by yourself, get up on the cold ground, be so painful that you don't want to move, and you would have to wipe your body dry, wear clothes
When you put on your clothes, you will definitely feel particularly lonely and helpless, as if the whole world has abandoned you, and no one in the world cares about you. Even if this family treats you as a relative, you will feel that this place does not belong to you."
Xu Qinglian half-opened her mouth and moved it a few times. When she suddenly felt so painful that she couldn't stand it any longer in the bathroom in the morning, it was indeed the feeling Wang Ai mentioned for a moment.
Wang Ai knew that in Xu Qinglian's cold and harsh home in Yingkou, Xu Qinglian would definitely go through something like this. She had no family ties with her stepmother. The little girl didn't know who to tell when such a thing happened, so she could only endure it silently.
Keep at it, it would be weird if your heart is neither cold nor hard!
"Alas" Wang Ai sighed, stood up and walked to Xu Qinglian, looked down at Xu Qinglian's beautiful big eyes, who looked up at each other, gently hugged Xu Qinglian's shoulders and put them on his chest: "Don't think nonsense, this
The world is not that cold-blooded. Even if I didn't notice it for a while, it can only be blamed on my negligence. I didn't treat you as a stranger. You said that I spent so much effort to kidnap you from Yingkou just to watch you coldly fend for yourself.
Destroy? Huh?"
Wang Ai patted Xu Qinglian's head gently: "Am I that bad? Are my mom and dad that bad? Huh?"
Xu Qinglian's stiff body softened and pressed against Wang Ai's chest, and she subconsciously arched inward.
The warm sunshine of early winter shines into the room, and the shadows of a few orchids and daffodils blooming darkly on the windowsill fall on the slightly messy bed, making it quiet and distant.
The warm atmosphere between the two was broken by the sound of the door.
The blush on Xu Qinglian's face did not go away. She straightened her hair and chuckled: "Don't lie to me."
Wang Ai opened his mouth and smiled silently and nodded at Xu Qinglian.
Ai Xiaoqing drove Xu Qinglian to the Maternity and Children's Hospital. Although Wang Ai shouted to go with him, saying that I was also a child, Ai Xiaoqing ignored him at all: You are already in college, and you have no physical hygiene.
Now that you’ve learned it, what are you still going to do?
You can't hide your son's affairs from your mother. Although Wang Ai often pretends to be crazy and stupid, Ai Xiaoqing has a clear mind. She knew how to pour brown sugar water for Huang Xin when she was menstruating at the age of 9. What else do you think this poor kid doesn't understand?
Yes? I have seen the body of this little girl today, and if I want to join him together, isn't this waiting to kill someone?
Wang Ai stayed at home unhappily, turning on his computer and browsing the information about the National Youth Team members sent by Gao Hongbo. Of course, he didn't put much thought into it, and he let out two giggles from time to time. Although his body was not good yet, his mind was still strong.
Okay, the next time I see it will be a few years later, right?
After being in a daze for a while, Wang Ai suddenly got up and went downstairs with his bank card, and came back with an extremely beautifully packaged box.
Not long after returning home, Ai Xiaoqing led Xu Qinglian back with a lot of nutritional supplements. Xu Qinglian rolled her eyes at Wang Ai who was sitting in the living room and went upstairs on her own.
Ai Xiaoqing said directly without waiting for her son to ask: "Don't ask about the girl's family affairs!"
"Is everything okay?"
"Well, it's okay, just rest and rest. Hey, what did you buy?"
"A camera, a two-megapixel digital camera, it can take very clear pictures without using film!"
"It's so expensive! Why are you spending so much money!"
"Hey, our family is not short of money, right?"
Ai Xiaoqing thought about it and couldn't help but feel funny. Over the past five or six years, life has been like a rocket. In one day, the couple made a net profit of three million. What happened to buying a camera with twenty thousand? It was a waste.
If you don’t feel bad, you won’t feel bad if you smash it all day long. In the end, it’s not that you don’t have the money to smash it, but that you don’t have the energy to smash it.
"Okay, it's just a toy. Why did you buy this?"
"I want to be a photographer!" Wang Ai said with a noble look on her face: "I want to be a teacher Chen who loves photography!"
