Qianxing washed her face and tidied herself up, then walked out of the bathroom and went downstairs.
Next to the dining table downstairs, Ruan Yin was putting the prepared breakfast on the table. When he saw her coming downstairs, he immediately smiled and invited her to come and sit down.
Qianxing's mind was still in chaos and he couldn't figure it out. He just sat down at the dining table obediently.
There are simple porridge and side dishes on the table, accompanied by freshly baked bread and milk. It is a mix of Chinese and Western, but it is wonderfully blended into a warm taste.
"I was in a hurry this morning." Ruan Yin put down two pairs of bowls and chopsticks and said with a smile, "The bread was bought at the store outside the community. It's not bad. But it's the stuff produced in batches outside. It's not good to eat too much.
It’s okay once or twice now and then, come on, have a taste.”
Ruan Yin picked up the bread and put it on the plate in front of Qianxing. Qianxing took it with his hands, lowered his head and ate it silently.
Seeing her languid look, Ruan Yin asked again: "What's wrong? Aren't you still angry with Xiao Bei?"
After a while, Qianxing replied calmly: "No."
Ruan Yin smiled again and said: "I told him and asked him to call back as soon as he got off the plane. It only takes two hours to fly to Bincheng. After breakfast, wait a while and his phone number will be called."
It might be there."
Qianxing thought that it had nothing to do with her. She would leave after breakfast anyway. Whether he arrived at Bincheng or not, and whether he lived or died there, it had nothing to do with her.
While she was thinking this, she drank the porridge in big gulps.
She was eating like this, but Ruan Yin still finished it before her. She couldn't help it, who told her to eat more?
Ruan Yin seemed to have become accustomed to her good appetite. After finishing her food, she put the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, then walked out and said to Qian Xing: "You eat slowly, I will go upstairs to tidy up the room first."
, just call me when you’re done eating and I’ll clean it up.”
Qianxing drank her porridge and only glanced at her. Before she could answer, Ruan Yin had already gone upstairs by herself.
After she had eaten and drank enough, Ruan Yin was still busy upstairs. Faced with the mess of cups and plates she had just finished eating, Qianxing was at a loss for a moment.
Over the years, she has become accustomed to dining out, finishing her food, paying, and leaving with a wave of her hands.
There was no need to pay right now, but could she just throw away her hand and leave?
After sitting quietly for a while, Qianxing finally stood up and put away the cups and dishes in front of him.
Once you get started, your movements are all subconscious, skillful and light.
Only then did she remember that a few years ago, when she was still living at her uncle's house, she was used to doing these things.
It's just that at that time, she was always careful and cautious when doing these things. Even if she didn't break anything, the slightly louder collision between the dishes would still cause some weird ridicule.
When Qianxing took the dishes into the kitchen and put them in the sink, Qianxing unconsciously thought of many past situations. She felt a little bored for a moment, but she quickly found the dishwashing liquid, turned on the faucet and started washing the dishes.
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Although she had washed a lot of dishes in the past, she had not done it for several years, and she was not familiar with the layout of the kitchen. When she was about to put the dried bowls into the cupboard, she was hit by the cupboard door and lost two of the bowls.
Sliding down, falling straight to the ground.
Qianxing subconsciously rushed to pick up the two bowls, but it was too late——
When her hands touched the two bowls, they had already fallen to the ground and broken into several pieces. However, her hands did not move and stretched directly to the broken pieces.
When she noticed the pain and suddenly retracted her hand, Qianxing didn't look at her hand, but stared at the two broken bowls. Her mind went blank. A vague idea flashed through her mind. She just felt
It seemed like I had gotten into some big trouble.
"What's wrong?" At this moment, Ruan Yin's voice suddenly came from the living room.
Qianxing instantly turned pale.
She stood up in a panic, barely daring to look back at the person's face.
Ruan Yin had already walked forward quickly, glanced at the situation on the ground, and the next moment she saw Qianxing's bleeding hand.
Her expression changed, and she quickly reached out and took Qianxing's hand, "Why did you hurt your hand?"
Qianxing was startled and looked up at her face in confusion.
"Come on, come on." Ruan Yin hurriedly pulled her out of the kitchen, "I'll treat your wounds first."
She pulled Qianxing to the dining table and sat down. She turned around and went to find the medicine box. While disinfecting Qianxing's wounds, she said, "It hurts a little, bear with it."
Qianxing stared blankly at her movements, unable to recover, so much so that even when the disinfectant was sprayed on the injured area, she felt no pain.
"Does it hurt?" Ruan Yin raised her head to look at her and saw that her face was pale but her expression was blank, and she couldn't help but wonder.
Qianxing slowly shook his head.
"How come it doesn't hurt?" Ruan Yin continued to treat the wound and said, "What a silly boy. I told you to call me after you finish eating and I will come and clean up. Look at you, now take care of yourself.
You’re injured, are you feeling comfortable?”
"I'm sorry," Qianxing said, "I broke two of your bowls."
Ruan Yin glanced at her helplessly and said: "What's the big deal with two bowls? It's not worth hurting your hand. Even if it's just one finger, it will be inconvenient."
Qianxing froze for a moment, then said again: "This little injury is not a big deal."
After hearing this, Ruan Yin glanced at Qianxing's face again and said: "It's really unfortunate that this body has followed you. The wound on the face has not been completely healed, and there is another wound on the hand... so
It’s bumpy and bumpy, but if you don’t feel sorry for me, I feel sorry for you.”
After saying that, Ruan Yin wrapped her wound with gauze, but suddenly pressed lightly on her wound.
Qianxing's fingers shrank slightly.
"You know it hurts, right?" Ruan Yin said, "Be kind to your body in the future."
After saying that, she packed up the medicine box, got up and put it back where it belonged.
When she turned around, she saw Qianxing still sitting at the dining table, motionless.
"Okay, don't sit here. Go sit on the sofa and rest for a while..." Ruan Yin walked back to Qianxing and stopped suddenly in the middle of her words.
Qianxing sat there, his eyes falling on his bandaged fingers, motionless, but his eyes were faintly red.
"What's wrong?" Ruan Yin said quickly, "I just caused you a lot of pain? I didn't mean it, is it really painful? Let me look at the wound again -"
As she spoke, she was about to remove the gauze on Qianxing's hand.
Qianxing suddenly retracted her hand and put it behind her back. Then she raised her head and looked at Ruan Yin.
Even though she tried her best to calm down, her eyes were still red.
"Don't be so nice to me," she said, "I don't deserve it."
Ruan Yin probably guessed what she was thinking, so she just smiled and said: "You are such a good girl, what is not worth it?"
"I'm not a good girl." Qianxing said, "I'm a mess."
Ruan Yin shook her head and said, "Xiao Bei said you are, so you must be."