Xiao Qi glanced down.
The eighteen-year-old boy had a cold face but tears in his eyes...
Damn it, she couldn't stand seeing other people cry.
When she sees others crying, she wants to cry herself.
I had no choice but to coax her, "It's not far, we'll be there soon."
Even after being let down, Li Weijin still felt so ashamed that he wanted to die.
It was completely different from what I imagined. He was the one holding Su Xiaoqi in a princess carry... Why did it turn out like this?
The tears in his eyes were not from pain, but from shame.
Well, half of it hurt, but most of it was shame.
If his little buddy knew… No, he wouldn't tell anyone.
They were taken to a pavilion in front of the Bagua Temple. Xiaoqi asked him to sit there while she went to find someone.
Li Weijin was about to shout: This temple is so remote and it might be dangerous, let’s wait for other people to come.
But when he thought about how Su Xiaoqi could easily pick him up... pick him up... he shut up again.
Xiao Qi went around the temple and came back without finding anyone. There was a locked room at the back. There were flower pots, buckets and other things in the corner. There was a sunny spot at the door where clothes and an old towel were drying. It should be where the temple keeper lived, but he was not there at the moment.
This temple is not big, with only one main hall and three Bodhisattvas inside.
The one in the middle is the largest and shines with golden light. Xiaoqi has no knowledge of Buddhism, but he thinks the Buddha statue is very smooth and has a very kind expression.
There are two small Buddha statues next to them, and the little Buddhas also smile kindly.
However, behind each Buddha there are two ferocious-looking little ghosts standing.
She didn't go in. Usually, people would burn incense and worship Buddha when they enter a temple, but she just walked around the temple entrance and left.
When I went out, I saw the president of the long-distance running club and Li Wei Jin in the pavilion together.
When Li Wei Jin saw Xiao Qi disappear, he remembered that he could call Uncle Rong at home.
Uncle Rong is the housekeeper assigned to him by his father. He doesn’t have such a formal title, but Uncle Rong handles all the big and small matters in his life.
He called and explained the situation, and the other party immediately responded, telling him not to run around and to stay there, as they would come to pick him up right away.
At this time, the president of the long-distance running club also came.
He actually prepared a bunch of first aid items, such as Band-Aids, bone-setting water, disinfectant, etc. After all, their club was a frequent club, and it was easy to get injured while running, especially for the new members every year. It was common for one or two to get injured.
Xiaoqi came out and said that no one was found.
"The temple keeper here is a local. He may go home during the day and stay here at night. It's not normal to see no one here right now. He must have gone home to work." The president is a veteran and knows this place quite well.
Xiao Qi saw that Li Wei Jin's hands were not bleeding, but there were bloodstains, and her knees seemed to be bleeding. After all, his pants were worn out, so it must be very painful. As for the sprained ankle, she could do nothing about it.
Seeing the president take out a large medical bag, Xiao Qi asked, "Do you want to disinfect and clean it first?"
Li Weijin wanted to say that his family would be here soon, but when he saw Xiaoqi frowning slightly, he nodded, and then he thought of Su Xiaoqi's soft hands rubbing his wound. She seemed to be quite cold, even after running, her hands were not hot, but cool... In fact, he was too hot... Thinking of this, his collarbone began to feel hot again... He didn't know why he suddenly had this problem. His face was red and his heart was not beating, but he felt a heat sensation coming from his collarbone, wave after wave, and he felt that the blood in his body was like tidal waves, beating against his bones, muscles, and skin.
Xiao Qi thought that Li Weijin must be very afraid of pain, and tears welled up in his eyes after a fall. He probably had never suffered since childhood. She would not understand these things. She turned to the president and said, "President, you are more professional, so you can handle it."
Li Weijin: ...
The president quickly shook his head.
"Sorry, I faint from blood."
Su Xiaoqi: ...
Xiaoqi suggested it, so she had to take out the disinfectant and cotton swabs.
First, pour disinfectant on Li Weijin's hands, just like rinsing.
The president was very distressed when he saw this and shouted, "Student, save some money, save some money."
When the disinfectant touched the wound, it caused a burning pain, and Li Weijin couldn't help but pull his hand back.
Xiao Qi had no choice but to go ahead and grab Li Wei Jin's wrist with one hand and carefully use a cotton swab with the other to sweep out the stones on his hand bit by bit, because some of the small stones seemed to be embedded in his hand and could not be washed out with disinfectant.
She lowered her head and took off her hat because it would block the light.
Li Wei Jin sat on the horizontal bench in the pavilion, leaning against a pillar, while Xiao Qi sat in front of him, with his head lowered. He held his hand with one hand, spread out his palm, and with the other hand, gently treated the wound with a cotton swab.
Every time I touch the wound, it feels like a burning pain, but my heart always feels itchy.
He didn't dare look at Su Xiaoqi, and even felt her warm breath on his palm.
The palms of my hands are extra sensitive because of the pain.
He turned his head to look at the surrounding scenery. There was a stage next to it, a lawn on top, and a temple behind it.
He has studied preparatory courses for a year and is actually very familiar with the place, having been here several times.
But this is the first time I discovered how beautiful this place is.
The grass is so green, the stage is so antique and charming, the temple is so beautiful and friendly, and this old pavilion feels gentle and amiable.
A breeze blew, and Xiao Qi's short hair was blown up slightly. A clump of hair just brushed Li Wei Jin's neck. He felt his collarbone getting hot again, and this time it seemed to burn himself. He couldn't help but hum.
Xiao Qi thought he had hurt him, so he looked up and apologized, "Just bear with it for a while, it will be fine soon. This stone is embedded a little deep."
When I looked up, I saw his eyes were wet again... Was he about to cry again?
She was really at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
In fact, her father makes bamboo weaving, and his hands sometimes crack in winter. The injury is much more serious than Li Wei Jin's hand injury. There is a big crack directly, which looks very hideous. He just has a small scratch, but it hurts so much. Different people have different fates.
"It really hurts. Close your eyes and don't look. It will be fine soon." Xiaoqi helped him clean the last stone from his palm and blew on it gently. This was the same way her mother Sheng Juanhua treated the injury when she was a child.
This time, Li Weijin felt the heat in his palm directly.
Then his hand loosened and he felt empty all of a sudden.
Then the other hand was gently lifted up, and his heart suddenly fell back.
It's only fair to have both hands.
Xiao Qi became much more skilled in handling the other hand.
The guild leader saw the boy leaning against the pillar, his body straight, and the petite girl standing in front of him, holding the boy's hand and concentrating on treating the wound. He suddenly felt a little redundant for some reason. He coughed and said, "I'll go down and see why the others haven't arrived yet."
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