Chapter 419 Your Strength is Here

Zhu Chuideng thought that his uncle and former aunt never praised him, but the villagers would occasionally praise his ability - their praise gave him a different feeling from Ye Xiaoman's praise. She was sincere and emotional, and when she praised him, he would be overjoyed.

Then, Zhu Chuideng was praised for chopping branches with his bare hands, and Ye Xiaoman praised him for heating naan bread from the dry food bag on his waist, and praised him for boiling rainwater in a bowl made of straw and rattan...

She was just like a down-and-out young lady wandering in a mountain village. With just a few words and a few compliments, she coaxed the rough guys and villagers into becoming her loyal servants.

Zhu Chuideng was already injured from hunting and fighting monsters today, but Ye Xiaoman gave him enough emotional value, and he immediately forgot the pain in joy, worked hard, and busied himself with serving Ye Xiaoman food and water.

"Auntie, eat."

"Half each, don't go hungry."

"I'm not hungry, you eat."

"Don't be stubborn, nephew. I'll feel bad if you starve."

How can you starve your abdominal muscles?

Without saying anything, Ye Xiaoman cut the only piece of naan into two, keeping the larger piece and stuffing the smaller piece into Zhu Chuideng's mouth.

Zhu Chuideng turned his head away awkwardly and said nothing more.

Ye Xiaoman burped and began to ask Zhu Chuideng about his well-being.

She pointed to his left arm. A large piece of his dark brown coarse cloth was torn, with dark stains of dried blood on it. His arm hung at his side in an unnatural posture.

Zhu Chuideng didn't take it seriously. "It's just a broken bone. I can go back and find a doctor to fix it."

"That's all?" Ye Xiaoman said, "Let me take a look."

She ignored Zhu Chuideng's objection and gently pulled up his sleeves. She saw that his biceps had been bitten through by the monster, his arm was covered in blood, and the muscles at the broken forearm bone were swollen.

Ye Xiaoman felt pain just watching it: "Hiss - just leaving it like that, doesn't it hurt you?"

Zhu Chuideng said cheerfully, "Compared to the injuries I've suffered in the past, this one isn't that serious."

Ye Xiaoman found a way to show concern for the girl.

She acted like an elder and said, "No, I'll help you deal with it."

"Do you have medicine?"

Zhu Chuideng: "In the waist bag."

Ye Xiaoman leaned over and took out the medicine that Zhu Chuideng carried with him. Zhu Chuideng tilted his head back slightly, and the side of his face still touched Ye Xiaoman's hair.

Zhu Chuideng stood stiffly, looking at the dark shadows on the earthen wall. Their shadows were closely pressed against each other.

His face was slightly hot again, but fortunately his skin was darker and the firelight was dim, so no one noticed.

Due to limited medical conditions and extreme treatment in an extreme environment, she first used warm water to clean the mud and sand from Zhu Chuideng's wound, heated a knife over the fire, pressed it on his wound quickly and accurately, sprinkled medicine on it, and stopped the bleeding and disinfected it with one click.

Zhu Chuideng raised the end of his eyebrows, pulled himself back to his thoughts, and looked at Ye Xiaoman with a little surprise. He didn't expect that she looked soft and gentle, but was not afraid at all.

Ye Xiaoman's last action was to make a simple bracket with tree branches, tie it with cloth strips, and fix the broken limbs of the Zhuchuideng.

Ye Xiaoman is not only busy with her hands, she also constantly shows care.

"You have to be nicer to yourself."

"You've been very sensible since you were little, and you're used to pretending to be strong, but I know you only look indestructible, and you're actually very fragile inside."

Zhu Chuideng remained silent. No one had ever told him these things. His growth was like soybeans in the field. He was drought-resistant, cold-resistant and heat-resistant. He was not picky about temperature and light during his growth period. As long as there was soil and a handful of water, he could bear fruit.

The villagers all praised him for his hard work and tolerance.

But no one has ever paid attention to his emotional needs, and no one has seen that the greater the light, the larger the shadow cast behind it.

Ye Xiaoman used less force and tied the cloth strip on his arm into a bow, then continued speaking.

"I hope you can be more comfortable in front of me. You can even be like a child in front of me, throw a tantrum, and shed tears."

"If you're tired, like you were during the day, and you're at the end of your rope, you can just tell me you can't do it without forcing me to come up."

Zhu Chuideng smiled and subconsciously denied it, "Auntie, you are joking. I am no longer a child."

Ye Xiaoman shook her head and insisted on brainwashing, "You will always be a child with me."

"A scarred little kid."

"Everyone has moments of vulnerability, and we all have the right to be a child again for a while."

Ye Xiaoman's words almost short-circuited Zhu Chuideng's brain circuit.

It was the first time he heard someone speak to him like this, the first time someone instilled this idea in him, and the shock to him was like tearing down the four walls of his mind and bringing about a major earthquake in his thoughts.

It turns out that he can also show weakness.

It turns out that he...

Some people also feel distressed.

Even though the other person is someone I just met not long ago.

If there is affection, then there is affection, no matter how long it lasts.

Ye Xiaoman's words were like a small stone thrown into Zhu Chuideng's long-silent heart, causing ripples.

The sound of the blow lamp was a little bitter, so he used a fire stick to remove the ashes and make the flame brighter.

He whispered, "Auntie, I am very grateful for your concern."

Ye Xiaoman held Zhu Chuideng's big hand tightly.

The skin on his palms was rough from years of hard work, and his palms were dry and warm.

"From now on, you don't need to pretend to be strong in front of me, because..."

Ye Xiaoman stared into his eyes with eyes that were as affectionate as those of a dog.

On this night with drizzling rain and howling cold wind, warm flames danced in her eyes, and her light brown pupils were like melted syrup.

"Because, your strength is here."

Zhu Chuideng was stunned for a moment, "Isn't my aunt's name Cherry?"

Ye Xiaoman didn't even blink, "My nickname is Aqiang."

After the wound was bandaged, Ye Xiaoman continued enthusiastically, "Take off your shirt and I'll help you check if you have any other wounds."

Zhu Chuideng felt something was wrong and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law, but it's not necessary. I don't feel any other discomfort."

Ye Xiaoman frowned, "Look, you're trying to be tough again, aren't you?"

She earnestly advised: "Young people must not act recklessly while they are strong and healthy, otherwise they will develop chronic diseases in their old age."

"Your pectoral muscles...I'm going to take a look at the wound today."

Zhu Chuideng couldn't resist her and had to let her open his clothes.

Two sparks instantly burned in Ye Xiaoman's eyes.

She swept through Zhu Chuideng's chest and abdominal muscles, muttering to herself with satisfaction, "When I was young, I didn't know the benefits of being a sports student. I mistakenly thought that being white, young and thin was a treasure."

Zhuchuideng was like a rock, not daring to move at all.

“Sister-in-law…”

He said with great difficulty: "The wound can be seen by looking at it."

"Young man, you don't understand. Some injuries are internal and can't be seen." Ye Xiaoman pressed the area professionally. "Does it hurt?"

“…It doesn’t hurt.”

"Oh, then I'll press another one."

Zhu Chuideng's tall body shrank back again.

He looked at her and couldn't help but recall the inevitable contact between them when he pulled her out of the pit. The strange feeling that had disappeared in his heart resurfaced. She was calm and composed, while he was extremely embarrassed.

He felt dirty, really dirty.

The dark-skinned gym student was molested by a scumbag girl, but he still despised himself.