Chapter 23

The situation was more serious than Song Youran had imagined. The doctor fixed his entire foot with plaster and told him to come to the hospital for a follow-up examination in a month.

"I hope I won't become lame." Song Youran was nervous.

The doctor smiled and said, "Be careful when running next time. This is a minor fracture. It won't affect your walking after you recover."

Song Youran was skeptical: "Is it true?"

The doctor pointed at Wen Chu who was standing beside the bed and said, "Your brother just came from the outpatient department. Ask him."

Song Youran: “…”

How did Wen Chu become his brother?

After leaving the treatment room, Song Youran said to Wen Chu, who was pushing his wheelchair behind him, "Don't be too proud. When my leg heals, I'll still be taller than you."

Wen Chu blinked slowly.

In fact, Song Youran wasn't sure who was taller now, him or Wen Chu. In the past few years, Wen Chu had grown rapidly, as if he'd been on hormones, and was no longer the short, stocky figure he once was.

The two went downstairs, the driver helped put the wheelchair into the trunk, and Wen Chu helped Song Youran get in the car.

It was already late and cars were running on the deserted streets.

Wen Chu looked down at Song Youran's stump and asked, "Are you going to school tomorrow?"

Song Youran replied as a matter of course, "Yes."

Wen Chu looked at Song Youran's face and wanted to say something but didn't.

The next day, the driver took the two to school and found a pair of crutches in the trunk.

Song Youran, using a crutch, felt that she was no different from other people. Although she could not walk as fast as the wind, she could still go up and down the stairs freely.

He stood in the corridor for a while, and was caught by his teacher and scolded: "You should be thankful that you are not in your third year of high school, otherwise you would not even have to take the college entrance examination."

Song Youran returned to the classroom in disappointment, sat in the last row, and lay on the desk with a dull look on her face.

He was not very familiar with his classmates. He had to attend training regularly and skipped some unimportant classes. He always ranked last in the academic scores in major exams. Others looked down on him, but he was too lazy to look down on others.

He propped up his cheeks and stared at the trees outside the window in a daze.

The sunlight disappeared from the desk by the window, and the sun ran into the sky.

The people in the classroom gradually left and everyone went to the cafeteria to eat.

If his leg hadn't been broken before, and Wen Chu hadn't come to find him, he would have gone to find Wen Chu. Now he can only wait in the classroom.

His cell phone vibrated in the desk. He took it out and saw it was a message from Secretary Cen.

What? He got fired?!

It never rains but it pours.

He was unwilling to give in, so he pretended to be an aunt and said, "Mr. Cen, I've been working here for a long time. If you have any opinions, feel free to raise them. People have feelings, so don't fire people without any reason."

Secretary Cen said that he had found someone to replace him and gave him two extra months' salary as compensation.

Will people always say goodbye to those who say goodbye to them?

Song Youran took the money depressedly, and blocked Secretary Cen the next second.

Secretary Cen: Thank you for your care during this period [handshake]

The message was rejected and the system prompted that you are not friends with the other party.

Secretary Cen was puzzled, feeling that the aunt's personality had changed a lot after she changed her number.

Song Youran lay back on the desk. Her fortune this month was too bad. After her leg healed, she must go to the temple to burn incense.

Wen Chu walked out of the classroom, half an hour had passed since lunch time.

After the teacher left, my deskmate cursed: "Skinny Chicken is staying late just to make us as skinny as him."

Wen Chu saw a girl standing next to Song Youran's desk. He waited in the corridor for two minutes, but Song Youran didn't see him.

The girl placed a paper bag on Song Youran's desk. "I brought you a hamburger. If you want something else, I'll buy it for you."

Song Youran asked, "How much?"

The girl said: "It's okay, I'll treat you."

Song Youran took out her meal card and handed it to her. "No need to treat me. You can pay me back next time."

The girl said: "Okay, then I'll bring you whatever you want to eat tonight."

Song Youran said, "No need. Just return the meal card to me tomorrow."

His leg was injured and he didn't have to attend evening self-study. After the afternoon class, he walked out of the classroom on crutches and saw Wen Chu waiting in the corridor outside the door.

"You finally remembered me?" Song Youran sneered and pushed away Wen Chu's hand that was stretched out to support him.

When Wen Chu saw that he could walk smoothly on three legs, he let him do as he pleased.

"What are you angry about?"

Song Youran sneered: "Which eye of yours saw that I was angry?"

Wen Chu didn't say anything, but walked to the front and went downstairs without waiting for Song Youran.

Song Youran's chest was heaving violently. If he had a hand that was not holding the crutch, he would have reached out to pull Wen Chu's hair.

When she walked downstairs, she saw Wen Chu waiting on the roadside. Song Youran pursed her lips and turned her head away, pretending not to see him.

The crutches were to be put into the trunk, and Wen Chu wanted to help him, but he refused. When the driver came over and asked, he gave it to him.

When they got in the car, Wen Chu asked, "What did I do to you?"

Song Youran: "Hmph."

Wen Chu softened his voice: "Uncle." He held Song Youran's hand on his leg.

Song Youran breathed out through her nose. She was a little happy to have her hand held. She looked away and said, "You didn't come to eat with me at noon."

Wen Chu said, "Someone brought you food. I saw it."

Song Youran raised her little finger and said, "This small piece of bread isn't enough to fill my teeth."

Wen Chu said "Oh", "You can look at the female classmates to your heart's content."

Song Youran: “…”

He swore he hadn't looked at his female classmates. The anger of being falsely accused by Wen Chu made him dizzy. He said with a forced smile, "Of course I'm satisfied with looking at my female classmates, but I'm not satisfied with looking at you."

Wen Chu let go of Song Youran's hand, closed his eyes, leaned back in the chair and fell asleep.

Song Youran looked out the car window angrily.

As soon as the car stopped downstairs of the apartment building, Song Youran pushed open the door and hopped on one foot to the trunk to get his crutches.

Wen Chu went to help him, but he pushed her away: "Don't bother, young master."

There is an elevator in the apartment, so going upstairs is easier than climbing stairs at school.

The restaurant was filled with the aroma of food, the plates still warm. Song Youran washed her hands, sat at the table, and picked up her chopsticks. The new auntie was starting work way too quickly.

Wen Chu said, "The food is prepared by the chef, and from now on, Auntie will be responsible for cleaning. You don't need to interfere anymore."

Song Youran took a deep breath. "You think I'm meddling, don't you?"

Wen Chu put some food into Song Youran's bowl and said, "You are too soft-hearted and easily bullied."

Song Youran blushed: "..."

Did Wen Chu have any misunderstanding about him?

He lowered his head to eat and ate all the dishes that Wen Chu picked up.

"I will be back tomorrow. You can go to your evening study and don't worry about me."

Wen Chu continued to pick up food for him: "It's okay, I'll accompany you."

Song Youran's bowl was piled high with food: "Do you think I'm a pig?"

Continuing with the previous topic, he said, "If you didn't get into a good university, it has nothing to do with me. It's your fault for not listening to my advice."

Wen Chu said, "I won't fail the exam."

He's so confident that it makes you want to punch him.

Song Youran lowered her head to eat and asked casually, "Have you decided? Which school are you going to?"

Wen Chu: “It’s all right.”

It’s the same as not answering.

Song Youran slammed her chopsticks down impatiently. "Which one is it?"

Wen Chu raised his eyes: "Where do you want to go?"

Song Youran's heart was pounding wildly. He said that Wen Chu must be interested in him.

Another inconvenience of having a lame leg is taking a bath.

The weather is hot and it’s uncomfortable not to take a shower for a day.

Song Youran sat on a stool and raised his arms so that Wen Chu could help him take off his shirt.

"I told you that you are clumsy. It's better for me to do it myself." He reached out to hook the crutch leaning against the wall, but Wen Chu took it away first.

"You are too awesome."

Wen Chu took the crutches out of the bathroom, leaving no chance at all.

To prevent the plaster from getting wet, Song Youran wrapped his legs in plastic wrap. He sat down to wash his upper body, but he couldn't sit down to wash his lower body as well.

The Golden Rooster stood on one leg for five seconds but couldn't hold on any longer.

"Go and bring in the crutches."

Wen Chu rubbed bubbles on him and said, "Hold on a little longer, it will be fine soon."

The fingertips were burning with fire, burning his entire body, with all his heart and soul, not sparing an inch.

Song Youran fell into Wen Chu's arms: "Oh, I can't stand anymore."

He pretended to wipe the water and bubbles on his body onto Wen Chu's clothes. After wiping, he said, "Look, you're all wet. Why don't you wash together?"

Wen Chu raised his hands to wash his hands, then looked down to see that his clothes were wet and wrinkled, in a mess.

Song Youran was still encouraging him, "If we wash together, we can go to bed early. If you wash your hair, I'll help you blow-dry it later, how about that?"

Wen Chu raised his hand to unbutton his collar, and Song Youran quickly stepped forward: "Let me help you."

His palm felt wet and slippery, and Song Youran couldn't help laughing.

"Stop hitting the bubbles, I have plenty on me, come over and rub them, I'll give them all to you."

Wen Chu insisted on making bubbles by himself, but Song Youran insisted on joining in, and even called it "it's impolite not to reciprocate."

As she washed it, the smell changed. Song Youran snorted in dissatisfaction, "What are you looking at? My reaction is normal, and your reaction is abnormal."

Wen Chu didn’t think he was abnormal, nor did he think Song Youran was normal.

Song Youran hugged Wen Chu with both hands and said, "Turn around. Let me check you out and see if there's anything wrong with you."

Wen Chu pulled Song Youran's arm away, walked aside, and stopped touching her.

Song Youran cursed angrily, "Stingy!"

After a while, Song Youran called Wen Chu's name with a smile, "Then come over and help your uncle check?"

Wen Chu still refused.

Song Youran cursed even more angrily, "Stingy! What's wrong with using your hand?"

At this time, Song Youran felt that Wen Chu had no interest in him at all. After all, his body's reaction could tell everything.

He helped Wen Chu dry his hair, fell into the bed, and became a salted fish with no tomorrow.

Wen Chu touched his dry hair and felt very satisfied. He looked at the time on his phone and saw that it was much earlier than usual, which made him even more satisfied.

He patted the pillow beside him: "Uncle, come and sleep under the quilt."

Xianyu reluctantly climbed into the thin blanket and said, "I'm hot and don't want to cover myself with the blanket."

"No, you'll catch a cold if you don't cover yourself with a blanket."

"You caught a cold because you're weak, but I'm not."

Song Youran rolled over and climbed on top of Wen Chu, cupping his face and kissing him fiercely several times. She said, "You'd better struggle a little harder. My legs are starting to hurt. I'm telling you, if I limp, it'll all be your fault."

Wen Chu began: "Don't stick out your tongue."

Song Youran: "What's the fun without sticking out your tongue?"

Taking another look at Wen Chu's cold profile under the lamplight, Song Youran gave in: "Then you take the initiative."

Wen Chu didn't say anything, so Song Youran took it as her agreement and urged him with a pout, "Hurry up!"

Wen Chu turned his face, and Song Youran saw a pair of bright eyes, brighter than the bedside lamp, shining into his heart from the dark night sky.

Plop! Plop!

His heart is sick.

He was sick for so long that he forgot how he got sick in the first place.