Chapter 210 If-Two Little Guess 11
Without warning, his bicycle bounced as if by magic. Before he could look away, he had lost control of the bicycle and fell to the ground with it. He supported himself with his right hand and was unable to stand up for a while.
Qin Yizhang's heart skipped a beat, and she rushed out of the room, her hurried footsteps making the wooden stairs clatter. From the main door to the street outside, one had to go around the entire alley. Even at her fastest run, it would take five or six minutes to get there. She steeled herself and knocked on Aunt Chen's door on the ground floor.
Aunt Chen was startled by the hurried knock on the door. She opened the door and saw the little girl from upstairs.
"Auntie, can you please let me pass through your house? I have something urgent to do." She clasped her hands together and bowed.
"Go ahead."
“Thank you, Auntie!”
She quickly kicked off her shoes, walked across Chen's house barefoot with her sneakers in hand, opened the mottled and cracked brown wooden front door, hopped on one foot, put on her shoes, and rushed to the curb.
Tong Zhongyuan had already stood up and was holding the bicycle. He was a little dazed by the fall just now. He still didn't understand what happened, or maybe he didn't want to understand. He only knew that he fell flat on his face right under Qin Yizhang's nose. After not seeing each other for so long, she actually saw him in this posture. He couldn't raise his head to see if she was still at the window, or if she was laughing so hard, but a pair of feet appeared in his sight with his head down - one bare foot on the asphalt road, and the other foot wearing a flattened sneaker. His eyes slowly moved up, and she walked towards him with one shoe in her hand, one high and one low, as if the person who fell was not him, but her.
"Tong Zhongyuan," she gasped, "your hand is bleeding."
In a trance, the spring scenery was dazzling, like a dream, and he couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality. This was the first sentence she said to him after more than a year.
She led the way on the dark and steep spiral staircase, her white ankles lightly ascending alternately in his sight.
"Is the bike broken?" Her voice came from the air.
"Well, the chain broke."
"Then how are you going to get it home later?"
"Take it back, it's very light."
There was a light at the end of the stairs. She was so anxious that she didn't even close the door.
"Come in." She turned around and said.
She changed into slippers and handed Qin Yunjie's slippers to him. They were a little small for him, and his heels were still exposed after he put them on.
"You go sit on the sofa," she instructed, opening the cupboard to look for the medicine box.
Tong Zhongyuan obeyed the instructions silently and sat on a corner of the sofa.
"Huh? It was clearly placed here..." She muttered to herself, opening one cabinet door after another.
He looked up and observed silently. He hadn't been to her house for almost four years. Everything was still the same, as if time had stopped here, when they were still children.
"So it's here." She tilted her head back and managed to open the door of the wall cabinet. She remembered that since she rarely got hurt as an adult, she had moved the medicine box to a wall cabinet that was not used frequently in order to make room for pots and pans.
She reached out but couldn't find it, so she turned around to get the small stool at the door. A strange yet pleasant smell hit her in the face, and she bumped into Tong Zhongyuan's arms.
He paused, took a small step back, and a low voice came from above her head.
"Let me do it."
He reached for the medicine box, placed it on the living room table, and returned to the corner of the sofa.
Qin Yizhang opened the medicine box and took out iodine, cotton swabs and Band-Aids.
"Give me your hand."
He didn't move: "I can do it myself."
She sighed, helplessly took his injured hand, and lowered her head to observe.
"It's your right hand that's injured. It's hard to fix it yourself."
A piece of skin had been scraped off his hand, revealing bright red flesh, which looked very painful. She then realized that she couldn't stand such a scene. Her heart felt like it was connected to his hand by a nerve, and it was throbbing with pain.
She picked up a cotton swab soaked in iodine and disinfected it carefully. Her fingers clasped his thumb. Unconsciously, his hand had grown so large, and his scent had changed. When he was a child, he had a milky fragrance, but now it was an indescribable scent, like seeing a favorite doll or pet and wanting to hug it and suck it hard.
He held his breath and turned his face away, not looking at her from beginning to end. Only when she let go of his hand did he secretly take a long breath. Her sweet fragrance penetrated into his chest from his nostrils again. His heart was moved, and he held his breath again. He covered his mouth and nose with his remaining hand and exhaled slowly.
She looked at the Band-Aid in her hand and felt a little worried. His wound was a bit big and the Band-Aid couldn't cover it.
"Wait a moment."
She found a roll of gauze in the medicine box, compared it to the wound, and cut a few pieces.
"I'll cover it with gauze first so that the wound won't be contaminated on your way back. But it's a bit hot now, so you should open it and let it ventilate after you get home. It will heal faster. If it becomes red, swollen, or inflamed, you should go to the hospital."
"Um."
"Hands flat."
He obediently placed his hands on his knees. She squatted beside his feet and carefully covered the wound with gauze.
Her strands of hair fell on his arm, tickling him softly. Her warm breath rhythmically puffed against the skin on the inside of his arm. His neck was stiff, and he was feeling a bit short of air. He had to lower his hand from his mouth and nose and breathe deeply to relieve the dizziness. But her fragrance, her sweet and pleasant scent, permeated him, filling his chest and every pore, and making him feel even more dizzy.
"alright."
She secured the gauze to him with tape, breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up.
Tong Zhongyuan turned around bewilderedly and looked up at her. Is this all right? The groggy feeling of tipsiness made him feel overwhelmed, yet he was so addicted that he didn't want to leave.
"Are you injured anywhere else?" She put the tape and gauze back into the medicine box and looked down at him condescendingly.
"No..." He swallowed the rest of the words subconsciously, trying to feel the discomfort in his body, "I...I think my neck is twisted."
Twisted neck? Qin Yizhang was stunned. There was nothing she could do. But he was going to carry the car back later. How could he use force with a twisted neck?
"I have Yunnan Baiyao. A spray of it should help with the pain. Want some?"
"Um."
"Point out where it's twisted."
Tong Zhongyuan turned his neck slightly, and it seemed that his entire neck was not feeling well.
"I don't know where it is, it just hurts a little bit."
Qin Yizhang put down the Yunnan Baiyao spray in his hand and said cautiously: "Did you hurt your cervical spine when you fell just now? You need to go to the hospital."
"No, I didn't hit my head."
She squatted down and unexpectedly moved closer to his jaw: "Let me see."
Her breath hit his Adam's apple, and he instantly braced himself on the sofa, pulling himself back. His heart rate raced like a wild horse. He had no idea what he would do next, would he run away or... or...
She looked carefully from left to right: "It doesn't look like anything, there's no broken skin." But he seemed to be in real pain, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, his breathing was fast and hot, and his chest heaved.
"Tong Zhongyuan, I think you should call your dad to pick you up. You won't be able to carry the car home like this."
"No need." He answered briefly and stood up dizzily. His reason told him that he should leave here immediately.
She grew increasingly worried. He'd been fine when he'd arrived, but his hand had been bruised, and now it looked like he'd been hurt. She knew some injuries wouldn't show up immediately, but would only become apparent after a while. Perhaps Tong Zhongyuan had hit his head, or perhaps the shock of the fall had dislocated something.
"Don't move."
She held his arm and pushed him back onto the sofa.
"Rest for a while and observe," she said worriedly. She couldn't let him go home like this. If something happened on the way, there would be no one to take care of it. With her around, if the situation changed, she could at least find a solution.
Tong Zhongyuan had already used up all his strength in that stand just now. After being pushed down by her, he felt that all his will and strength had been drained away, and he gave up resisting dejectedly.
"I'll get you a glass of water."
She went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. Seeing Tong Zhongyuan staring blankly at the ceiling, she put the water on the coffee table, walked into the bedroom, picked up her blanket, and wrapped it around him to keep him warm.
In just a moment, her scent, the girl's soft and unique body fragrance with an indescribable temptation, overwhelmed him.
Get out of here! It took you so long to get her out of your heart, don't let it all go to waste. The last wisp of voice in my heart weakly cried for help.
You can't give her anything, and you have no future. While she knows nothing, while she doesn't like you at all, don't, don't drag her into this.
Qin Yizhang put away the medicine box, glancing at him from time to time. He hadn't seen him for over a year, and he'd changed. He was less talkative, more mature. And so, this year they were both about to become adults, heading towards their own futures.
She walked into the bedroom and pulled a small box from the desk drawer. She had originally intended to give it to him as a parting gift after the college entrance exams, but now that he was here, there was no better time. This trip felt like a rehearsal for her farewell.
His thoughts were a tangled mess, but his eyes couldn't help but follow her. As she walked into the bedroom, he followed her there too. Her bed was neatly made, its beige sheets leaving no room for romantic fantasies. But Monchhichi, the large one he'd given her as a gift, sat on her pillow, sucking his finger and looking at him provocatively.
"Tong Zhongyuan," her voice brought him back, "Are you feeling better?"
"Better." He pulled up the blanket that had slipped down and covered her again.
She breathed a sigh of relief and handed him the gift box.
"This is for you. I wanted to give it to you after the exam."
He looked at her palm. He was very familiar with the shape of the small box. He took the gift from her palm and opened it.
Tong Zhongyuan
His name.
She looked at him. He had asked her to give him the second seal she had carved, and she did. But his expression wasn't very good, or rather, it was rather expressionless, as if he had forgotten the promise made a year and a half ago.
It didn't matter, whether he still remembered it or not, she did it only for herself, and her wish had been fulfilled.
"Qin Yizhang, is this the second seal? Will you carve a third seal?"
She paused, and he remembered it.
"Of course I will. I will carve better and better each time, not to mention the third, fourth, fifth, and so on and on."
"Who are you going to give the third chapter to?"
His question was strange. Why did she have to give it to someone else? She could have carved it for herself.
"I haven't decided yet."
His eyes slowly shifted from the seal to her bedroom.
"Monchhichi, why is it on the pillow?"
She could hardly keep up with his jumping thoughts. He was talking about the seal in the previous sentence, and now he was talking about Monchichi.
"Because I sleep with it every night."
Tong Zhongyuan didn't say anything, he just stared at her without blinking. His eyes were strange, she didn't know how to describe them. There was a kind of disillusionment, hopelessness and disgust in them, but there was also an astonishingly strong fire burning in them.
She belatedly wondered if she had said something awful. He had given Monchichi to her, so he wouldn't have thought she was hinting at something.
"Because my dad is often not at home, I'm a little scared to be alone, so I..." She spoke in a series, trying to find an excuse for the mistake she had just made.
Amidst her endless explanations, he lifted her blanket, walked towards her, stopped her from retreating, held her face in his hands, ignored her bewildered astonishment, and swallowed her words between his lips.
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