As usual, the old storyteller took his bamboo pole and cloth curtain and went out to make money after breakfast.
Yuan Xiaolou held the bowl and surrounded Ye Xiaochuan with small mouthfuls of food.
Whatever she feeds, Ye Xiaochuan eats.
Eat as much as you want.
Yuan Xiaolou was very happy to eat two bowls of rice porridge and half a piece of naan cake.
This is the most Ye Xiaochuan has eaten in the past three days since he woke up.
She said with satisfaction: "You are so good. Eat more to regain your strength as soon as possible. Don't worry about urination and defecation problems. I will take good care of you."
You haven't urinated all night, do you want to do it now?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "I want to."
Yuan Xiaolou carried Ye Xiaochuan to the toilet in the corner of the yard and unbuttoned Ye Xiaochuan's pants.
This time, Diyuan Xiaolou changed its strategy and tactics.
Instead of hiding behind Ye Xiaochuan and holding his collar, he put Ye Xiaochuan's arm on his shoulders.
One of her hands held Ye Xiaochuan's waist, keeping Ye Xiaochuan standing.
The other hand hesitated for a moment, but still supported Ye Xiaochuan's penis to prevent Ye Xiaochuan from peeing in his pants again.
After holding it in all night, the water in my bladder was serious, and it was a pleasure to urinate when I peeed.
After urinating, Yuan Xiaolou put on Ye Xiaochuan's pants, carried him to the lounge chair in the yard, and let Ye Xiaochuan bask in the sun.
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Miss Xiaolou, thank you."
Yuan Xiaolou said: "From waking up to now, you have said thank you to me many times in the past two days. You don't have to be so polite."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Then I won't say anything anymore."
Yuan Xiaolou smiled happily, turned around and entered the kitchen, continuing to be busy.
After finishing her work in the kitchen, she pulled out a chair. Instead of sitting on it, she used a dagger to mark the seat surface of the chair.
Ye Xiaochuan looked aside for a long time and said, "Miss Xiaolou, what are you doing?"
Yuan Xiaolou said: "I can help you with the small toilet, but if you want to relieve the big toilet, it will be a bit troublesome. I was wondering if I can get you a simple toilet so that you can sit on it and relieve the large toilet."
As she spoke, she used a dagger to dig out a large hole of about a foot in the seat surface of the chair. She also found a blanket, cut it according to the large hole in the seat, and then spread it on the seat.
She moved the chair into the hut, and it just stuck on top of the big vat under the hut.
A simple sitting toilet was born in the hands of Yuan Xiaolou.
She shouted: "Mr. Ye, it's just right, you can sit down and relieve yourself from now on!"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Miss Xiaolou, you are so smart."
Faced with Ye Xiaochuan's praise, Yuan Xiaolou was delighted.
Next, Yuan Xiaolou began to look for things in the yard. When Ye Xiaochuan asked what she was looking for, she said she was looking for wood.
I couldn't find anything suitable in the yard, so I tilted my head to look at the old tree with a crooked neck that I liked very much.
She was about to break some branches, but Fantong seemed to see her intention and shouted that Yuan Xiaolou would not be allowed to cut down the trees indiscriminately.
So Yuan Xiaolou dragged out the sledge, dismantled it, and then started a new round of work.
At first Ye Xiaochuan didn't know what Yuan Xiaolou was doing, but he soon understood.
Yuan Xiaolou is making crutches for himself.
She didn't want to see Ye Xiaochuan lying on the bed like mud forever. She wanted this bladeless swordsman who once went crazy in the world to stand up again.
She spent half an hour making the toilet, and even longer time making crutches for Ye Xiaochuan.
Ye Xiaochuan looked at the crutches and then at Yuan Xiaolou.
He said hoarsely: "Do you think I can still stand up?"
After Yuan Xiaolou finished the two crutches, he placed them in front of Ye Xiaochuan and said, "The broken bones all over your body have already healed.
The main reason why I'm weak now is because I just woke up and don't have much strength."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Can't we just wait until we regain our strength?
Why use crutches?"
Yuan Xiaolou was suffocated and lowered his head, not knowing how to answer.
Ye Xiaochuan answered for her, saying: "The reason why I am like this now is that I am weak and weak. The real reason is that the meridians in my body are severely damaged.
If my Dantian had not been shattered, I would still be the same Ye Xiaochuan as before. The damaged and blocked meridians would not affect my normal life at all. Given time, as long as the five major meridians are still there, I can gradually integrate the damaged and blocked meridians through cultivation.
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But now my Dantian is shattered, there is no real energy in my body, nearly two-thirds of the meridians in my body are broken and blocked, and the five major meridians are seriously damaged.
A useless person like me will never stand up in his life."
Yuan Xiaolou suddenly raised his head and said firmly: "No, you will definitely be able to stand up.
Grandpa said that as long as you practice diligently, there is great hope that you can stand up, walk and run like an ordinary person! I have confidence in you!"
Ye Xiaochuan laughed at himself: "Do you have confidence in me?
It's a pity that I don't have confidence in myself.
Thank you for all you have done for me. I appreciate your kindness.
I'm tired, please help me carry this useless person into the room."
Yuan Xiaolou looked at Ye Xiaochuan giving up on himself, and his heart was as sharp as a knife.
More than three months ago, the man in front of me was still a young hero who was proud of the world on Samsara Peak.
However, now it has turned into a puddle of mud, and it is still a puddle of mud that cannot cover the wall.
Yuan Xiaolou said nothing, but hugged Ye Xiaochuan back to the room in disappointment.
Ye Xiaochuan didn't speak all day long. Several times Yuan Xiaolou came in and asked him if he was hungry or thirsty, but he always closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
This made Yuan Xiaolou feel very sad.
She felt that this man should not be so decadent.
She wanted to help Ye Xiaochuan regain his life and help him stand up again.
However, she felt that Ye Xiaochuan's heart had almost lost its fighting spirit and was helpless.
It was getting dark, and the old storyteller came back again carrying a bag of rice.
Whenever he comes back every night, he can always hear Yuan Xiaolou shouting "Grandpa" happily.
Tonight, I was greeted by rice buckets, but I didn't see Yuan Xiaolou.
The rice bucket held half a bag of rice in his mouth, placed it at the door of the kitchen, and then went out to eat today's dinner.
The old storyteller leaned the bamboo curtain in front of the kitchen door and took a look inside. He saw Yuan Xiaolou sitting in front of the stove with his chin propped up in a daze.
He said: "Girl, what's wrong?
Did that kid make you angry again?"
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Yuan Xiaolou perked up and said, "Grandpa, you are back."
The old storyteller rolled his eyes.
He took out an oil paper bag from the cloth bag on the side and placed it on the stove.
When Yuan Xiaolou opened it, he saw a roast chicken.
She cheered.
The old storyteller said: "The roast chicken is a little cold, warm it up and give it to the boy."
Yuan Xiaolou said happily: "I understand. Grandpa, please wash your hands first. I'll be fine soon."
