At twelve o'clock at noon, bursts of heart-shaking cries of pain came from Xiao Xingyu's room.
Zhang Moyan trotted upstairs quickly carrying her lunch.
"Oh, don't move around, the medicinal oil is going to flow all over the bed!" As soon as he entered the door, he saw Xiao Weizhou holding the medicine bottle and standing in front of Xiao Xingyu's bed as if he had knocked over the palette.
Xiao Xingyu took in his breath and complained: "Dad... you are committing murder. If you do this, someone will die..."
Zhang Moyan put down the lunch box and quickly picked up the paper towels and went to the bed. He took a few paper towels and gently wiped them with the liquid that ran down Xiao Xingyu's back.
Xiao Weizhou has been doing it for a long time, and now he is impatient and impatient: "I don't think you should do any outdoor sports anymore. A grown man can't bear the pain of this kind of flesh and blood. He screams and screams. It's not as good as when you were a child.
It’s so shameful to be strong!”
"Mr. Xiao, please don't say that to him. I've used this medicinal oil before, and it's really irritating." Xiao Xingyu's scars soaked in the medicinal oil swelled up. Look at his red eyes, which were aggrieved.
Zhang Moyan couldn't help but feel a sore nose.
Xiao Xingyu nodded repeatedly, as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Mo Yan, come and wipe it for me, be sure to be gentle."
People are good-looking, but even their pitiful appearance is particularly heartbreaking.
"Okay," Zhang Moyan turned around and said to Xiao Weizhou: "Mr. Xiao, let me do it. You need to eat and rest first!"
Xiao Weizhou's fatherly love had been exhausted for the time being, and he was so happy to let go, he gave the medicinal oil to Zhang Moyan like a hot potato, and ordered Xiao Xingyu: "Give me some, man, don't let Xiao Zhang look down on you!
I can’t bear the pain at all, it just keeps getting longer and longer!”
"Xiao Zhang won't look down on me!" Xiao Xingyu slapped his father in the face, turned around and said to Zhang Moyan, blinking his pitiful eyes, "Mo Yan, will you look down on me?" p>
Zhang Moyan said very seriously: "Of course not. If you feel pain, just shout out and I will be gentle!"
After saying that, I turned around and went into the bathroom to wash my hands.
"Mo Yan, pour a coin-sized amount of medicated oil into your palms," Xiao Xingyu taught Mo Yan seriously, "Rub your hands together before applying them to me. This will make things better."
Zhang Moyan believed that Xiao Xingyu had the absolute say in the treatment of injuries, so he obeyed the instructions very obediently. He poured the medicated oil on his palms, rubbed his hands together to make the oil layer even and thin on his hands, and then applied it on Xiao Xingyu's back. Even though his back was swollen and uneven due to the injury, he could still feel the superior texture distribution at his fingertips. He was obviously applying medicine to others, but Zhang Moyan suddenly felt like he was taking advantage of others.
As for Xiao Xingyu, when he closed his eyes, he imagined a sunny beach. Rounding it up, he could almost pretend that Zhang Moyan was applying sunscreen to him. However, he had to do a few shoulder contractions and cry out in pain twice, and then he could hear it.
There was a gentle panic and comfort.
Xiao Xingyu simply couldn’t get enough of it.
"Mo Yan, did you hear anything?" Xiao Xingyu lay on the pillow and asked quietly in the middle of the pain.
Zhang Moyan knew what he was asking, but still said: "I didn't hear it."
"How could you not hear it? The cat has been barking outside for a long time. Didn't you see it when you went down just now?" Xiao Weizhou said at the table while pouring out the pigeon soup from the soup cup.
Zhang Moyan was silent for a while, staring at the purple bruises on Xiao Xingyu's back, and stubbornly said: "I didn't hear you."
The tips of Xiao Xingyu's ears twitched, listening to the meowing of the meat buns that came and went, and smiled without saying a word.
After a while, the meowing stopped suddenly, and Xiao Weizhou said strangely: "Hey, it seems that I really stopped meowing now!"
Then, there were two footsteps on the wooden stairs, one after the other.
"Weibo, Xiao Huai! Why are you here?" Xiao Weizhou stood up and welcomed the two people carrying large and small bags into the door.
Xiao Xingyu glanced at Zhang Moyan, and Zhang Moyan immediately shook his head, indicating that these two people were not arranged by him.
Xiao Xingyu frowned slightly, his face showed displeasure, and he looked like he didn't like strangers entering the world.
"Let's come and see Xingyu," Xiao Weicou put down his things and walked to Xiao Xingyu's bed in a few steps. When he saw the red and purple on his back, he quickly covered his eyes and felt distressed: "Oh, why is this happening today?" p>
At this time, Zhang Moyan was wiping Xiao Xingyu's last wound. Xiao Xingyu bowed his body and snorted. Zhang Moyan was so frightened that he quickly asked him: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Xiao Xingyu bit his pillow and his voice trembled: "Is it over? I'm going to die."
"Okay, okay, it's over!" Zhang Moyan hurriedly wiped the sweat from Xiao Xingyu's forehead with a tissue.
"Mo Yan," Xiao Xingyu raised his head from the soft pillow and said like a puppy, "can you blow it for me? My whole back is burning now."
Zhang Moyan's head was covered with vertical lines, and in this room of people, he actually made such a request... But his eyes were really painful, he looked around, took a magazine and slapped him: "Is this good?
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Xiao Xingyu reluctantly replied: "That's okay."
"Xiao Huai!" Seeing such a miserable situation, Xiao Weicheng was furious and shouted at Xiao Huai, "You are too cruel. How could you beat Xingyu like this?!"
Xiao Huai was a little surprised when he saw Xiao Xingyu's condition, but he was always reserved and didn't show much, so he only showed a little regret about this.
"Hurry up and apologize to Xingyu!" Xiao Weicui put his hands on his hips and started to make trouble unreasonably.
"He wanted me to fight him," Xiao Huai reiterated. "You might as well ask him why he chose me to enforce the law."
Xiao Wei was choked, and Xiao Weizhou hurriedly stepped forward: "No need to apologize, no need to apologize. Xing Yu made mistakes and should be punished. This kid himself knows that he has something wrong with Xiao Huai! Come on, come on, sit down for a while, I
Let Xingyu eat his lunch first."
Xiao Weichu and Xiao Huai then sat down on the stools. Xiao Weizhou put a shirt on Xiao Xingyu and helped him sit up.
"Teacher Xiao, would you like some soup before dinner?" Zhang Moyan brought the cool soup bowl to him.
Xiao Xingyu moved his shoulders, with a sad look on his face: "Mo Yan, the injury on my back seems to be so tight that I can't lift my hands."
Zhang Moyan opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Really? How could this happen? Then..."
Before she finished speaking, Xiao Xingyu's head had already come towards him, and Zhang Moyan naturally handed the soup bowl to his lips and let him drink it in a feeding manner.
Xiao Huai, who was a few meters away, twitched his eyebrows.
Xiao Xingyu finished the drink in one gulp. He was very satisfied and a little embarrassed and licked his lips at Zhang Moyan: "Thank you!"
Seeing the food brought by Xiao Weizhou, Xiao Xingyu reached out to take it. As soon as he raised his arm, he let out a painful "ouch" and his whole body immediately became hemiplegic. Xiao Weizhou and Xiao Weichu were so frightened that they quickly gathered around to ask and worry. "I really can't lift my arm," Xiao Xingyu said with lowered eyebrows, "Forget it, I won't eat anymore!"
Xiao Weicheng immediately disagreed: "How can you not eat? If you can't lift it up, let Xiao Zhang feed you!"
Xiao Xingyu said sensibly: "But Xiaozhang hasn't eaten yet."
Zhang Moyan: "It doesn't matter if I eat it later!"
Xiao Weizhou and Xiao Weichou also tried to persuade him, but Xiao Xingyu repeatedly refused, saying that it was too shameful for him, a dignified man, to have to be fed.
"Xiao Xingyu, what are you doing!" In the commotion, Xiao Huai stood up suddenly. He couldn't stand someone's pretentious acting anymore, and strode away without looking back.
