The first thought that flashed through Shen Weimin’s mind was: Brother Yu didn’t break it, right?
After a burst of smoke and dust, the man was vaguely seen bending over and holding the girl in his arms. His back was directly scraped by the falling concrete, leaving a bloody mess. It was not known whether he had any internal injuries.
At that moment just now, Xie Tingyu covered Ye Qingshui's eyes with his hands. After the crisis was resolved, he felt a wetness in his palms.
He said jokingly and with difficulty: "It didn't hit you, why are you crying?"
After saying this, he fell down slowly with his limbs weak and his head buried in Ye Qingshui's neck. The members nearby rushed over and said, "Send him to the commune clinic! Where's the stretcher?"
Ye Qingshui saw the man's brows tightly furrowed in pain, and his rosy lips instantly lost their color and became extremely pale.
Xie Tingyu's temples were throbbing with pain. The little girl's crying was too much to bear. "Why are you crying? You're not going to die. Where is your courage to sacrifice yourself just now?"
Ye Qingshui then realized that there were cold tears on her face, rolling down one by one. The slight stinging in her eyes brought her back to reality.
She lowered her head and wiped away her tears, saying, "There's sand in my eyes. I'm not lying to you."
When the hidden buckle of the carriage slid down just now, a piece of gravel slid down and Ye Qingshui's eyes were filled with sand, so she closed her eyes at that time. After getting the gravel out of her eyes, she looked back and saw that Xie Tingyu had been sent to the city hospital.
The second thought that flashed through Shen Weimin's mind was: Even now, he was still quibbling. It turned out that these two people were fooling him!
He didn't know whether to blame Xie Tingyu or Ye Qingshui, and finally pursed his lips without saying a word. If Ye Qingshui hadn't reminded him of the danger just now, it would be hard to say what the result would be. But Xie Tingyu's behavior of protecting her in turn shocked Shen Weimin.
Everyone was no longer in a hurry to eat. Shen Weimin picked up the lunch box that fell on the ground and went to the hospital with the other members.
An experienced doctor from a large hospital gave Xie Tingyu a thorough examination and put the dislocated bones back in place. He rinsed and cleaned the wound, applied medicine and gave injections. It took an entire afternoon.
When Ye Qingshui saw Xie Tingyu again, his coat had been stripped off, and he was leaning on a chair with a bandage tied around his waist. His eyebrows were gathered together, his dark and deep eyes were tired, and his forehead was covered with sweat. His sweat-soaked hair was messily stuck to his forehead, and against his pale face, he had a kind of decadent beauty that came from surviving a disaster.
He was originally a very good-looking person.
Shen Weimin took a box of cold rice and handed it to Xie Tingyu.
"Eat, Brother Yu. You've been struggling for so long and haven't eaten a single grain of rice!"
Shen Weimin picked up the spoon and wanted to feed Xie Tingyu, but he rolled his eyes and handed the lunch box to Ye Qingshui, “You feed it.”
Ye Qingshui herself was in a mess, and wanted to push it to Shen Weimin to feed, but seeing Xie Tingyu's weak and pitiful appearance, she couldn't help but soften her heart. Considering that he still had a conscience to block the stone for her, she had pity on him.
The lunch box had already gone cold, and the vegetables had turned limp and yellow, but the meat tasted good. Ye Qingshui skimmed off the fat that he didn't like and picked out the lean meat for him to eat.
As it was getting close to evening, Xie Tingyu was already starving, having not eaten a single grain of rice except for a few buns he had eaten in the morning.
If his hands had not been injured and unable to move, Xie Tingyu would probably be eating voraciously at this moment.
But Ye Qingshui fed him carefully, scooping rice one spoonful at a time.
Xie Tingyu lowered his head and looked at her eyes, which were as clear as fresh rain in an empty mountain. They were calm and reserved. Her eyes at this moment had an incredible peaceful power, like the gentle spring rain, moistening and dripping. It made people feel soft and warm.
Xie Tingyu's thoughts were blocked and stuck, and he realized it a little later. At this moment, all he could think of was Ye Qingshui's ignorant, innocent and determined look before the stone fell.
This was the first time Xie Tingyu had ever encountered such a silly girl who was willing to sacrifice her life for a man and cried so miserably. Did she... love him so much?
Ye Qingshui poked the man's lips with a spoon without hesitation, "Open your mouth, what are you thinking about so obsessively?"
Shen Weimin opened his mouth and looked at Brother Yu, staring at the village girl stupidly and was stunned.
…
It was around seven or eight in the evening when Xie Tingyu was carried back to the Ye family on a stretcher by the members of the commune.
His current condition is that his spine has a slight laceration, and he cannot work or move much in the short term. His arm also has a blunt injury, and except for his fingers, the rest of his body is tightly wrapped.
Shen Weimin and Ye Qingshui said: “Brother Yu replaced you today. If it weren’t for him, your head would probably be smashed to pieces.”
"So, treat my brother Yu well."
Ye Qingshui snorted in her heart. If she hadn't foolishly stepped forward and pushed him regardless of the danger, Xie Tingyu would probably have had a headache.
Shen Weimin seemed to see through Ye Qingshui's inner thoughts. He looked at Ye Qingshui deeply and said nothing in the end.
Brother Yu was usually very vigilant. He might be fine even without Ye Qingshui.
Ye Qingshui looked at Xie Tingyu who occupied his bed, and said to the patient: "The bed is temporarily given to you. If there is any inconvenience, I will call Shen Weimin."
Ye Qingshui didn't expect that he could move a living person like Xie Tingyu. He was very tall and had a big frame. He was estimated to be at least 1.88 meters tall. Even though Ye Qingshui was considered tall in the village, he couldn't hold up such a strong man.
Besides, she knew that Xie Tingyu was a germaphobe, and if she touched him, he would be terribly horrified. He probably didn't like her touching him very much.
Xie Tingyu was placed on Ye Qingshui's bed. He leaned on the pillow she had sewed with cassia seeds and smelled a faint, soft scent of his daughter.
She was very clean, and her "little world" was kept very tidy. The bed was covered with a plain light blue sheet, which was a little soft and warm.
The pain in Xie Tingyu's body had not yet subsided, but after smelling the fresh scent, his restless mood was slightly calmed down.
He said, “Anything else to eat?”
As usual, if there was nothing special and no meat, Ye Qingshui would have made egg porridge for dinner, or her mother would have made sweet potato porridge. Liu Yiliang did not bring back any bones today. Even though Ye Qingshui now had a nutrition certificate from a doctor, he could no longer go to the store to buy bones.
Xie Tingyu's forehead was covered with sweat, and the gauze on her back was faintly covered with blood, making her look like a rare disabled and sick person. Fortunately, Ye Qingshui was no longer the young Ye Qingshui, otherwise she would definitely be heartbroken.
Now that Ye Qingshui has seen this, he can calm down and cook a meal to fill his stomach.
There were no nutritious foods at home, so Ye Qingshui thought about it and decided to be merciful. He reluctantly decided to chop the chicken in half and stew some chicken soup.
The meat of the pheasant on the mountain is very delicious, the legs and wings are firm and tender, the bones are large but the meat is fine. I don't know if Xie Tingyu didn't eat the kiln chicken at noon, but I guarantee that he will never forget it after eating it. It's small and tender, with oily skin and elastic meat.
Such a beautiful pheasant could not be bought for even three hundred yuan in later times, but now Qian Xiangdong is selling it at a low price.
Ye Qingshui chopped some firewood and patiently and gently tended to the slaughtered chicken, carefully removing the butter and fat under its skin and massaging it to make the oil and salt taste good. He stir-fried the ginger slices and star anise until fragrant, then put them into the casserole to stew. Tiny bubbles kept rising, and the blood-tonifying wolfberries and red dates rolled around in the cool soup.
Ye Qingshui carefully took out the chicken thighs and breasts, skimmed off the golden oil, leaving only the clear soup.
Well, after doing this, Ye Qingshui fell into the habit of being a nice person again. She remembered Xie Tingyu's picky habits. He must not like eating chicken skin when he is sick, so she picked out the chicken skin. Xie Tingyu looks easygoing and gentle, but he has a lot of bad habits in private, just like a difficult young master.
After peeling the chicken skin, Ye Qingshui wanted to hit her hands. Finally, she warmed the chicken soup and served it to Xie Tingyu.
Xie Tingyu smelled the rich aroma of the chicken soup. He was extremely hungry and thirsty.
He stared at the soup for a long time. Ye Qingshui scooped some for him to drink resignedly.
The essence of the chicken is all integrated into the soup. A spoonful of warm soup is poured into the mouth, and the freshness quickly spreads. After swallowing, there is a soothing and satisfying feeling in the throat. After drinking it, the tongue can't suppress the faint sweetness that remains. The chicken soup tastes very light, but it is very delicious.
I took another bite of the chicken, the meat was springy and firm, and the fragrance lingered between my teeth. After I finished a bowl of chicken soup, my stomach felt warm and comfortable.
Still not drunk enough, Xie Tingyu stopped. He was sitting in a rather twisted posture, his right hand hanging straight on the bed beam, his hand occasionally rubbed against Ye Qingshui, her drooping hair also rubbed his bare arm. She occasionally approached him intentionally or unintentionally, giving people an illusion that she was deliberately approaching him. Although Xie Tingyu's arm was so painful that he lost consciousness, he didn't know whether he had touched her or not.
Every time she came closer, a faint warm fragrance would come to him. Xie Tingyu drank the chicken soup, his eyes randomly sweeping across her immature breasts. His dark and deep eyes turned dark, and he turned away as if he was on fire.
Xie Tingyu looked at Ye Qingshui with a calm face and was speechless: "I, don't want to drink anymore..."
Ye Qingshui snorted and said, "Okay, what if you drink too much and get up too often at night?"
Xie Tingyu's face darkened slightly, and at the same time, the roots of his ears were stained with a very light red, which was not visible to the naked eye.
With a dark face and a somewhat corrupt tone, he said: "I don't want to drink anymore, but I want to eat."
Ye Qingshui added some rice to his meal and fed him.
This time, Xie Tingyu looked straight ahead with a clear and bright gaze, not wandering around randomly, and his mouth opened and closed mechanically as he ate.
Seeing that he was so cooperative and didn't act up, Ye Qingshui praised him, "Do the same tomorrow. It will save you a lot of energy."
After dinner, Liu Yiliang took the bones to visit Xie Tingyu.
He said: "I've heard about this. My brother Yu has worked hard. This time he has been a real man."
Ye Qingshui washed the bones and quickly made soup. She added a lot of water and stewed it in a large pot. After the water boiled, she skimmed off the belly foam and simmered it gently over a fire as thick as a thigh. This old soup that was stewed overnight had a rich soup base and was delicious for making dumplings or noodle soup.
At night, Ye Qingshui turned over. After sleeping on the floor all night, her bones and flesh ached and she felt uncomfortable all over. She made two large baskets of chicken buns and waited for Qian Xiangdong to give them to him.
Xie Tingyu also woke up. In the past, he knew when Ye Qingshui got up in the middle of the night, but he could fall asleep quickly after being woken up. But not this night. His hands were numb and sore. He groaned softly, and a sigh came from the other side.
Soon, the kerosene lamp lit up.
When the light came on, Xie Tingyu was sweating profusely and looked extremely pitiful.
"Does it hurt now?"
Ye Qingshui followed the doctor's instructions and wiped the sweat off his face.
"Yeah, it hurts." Xie Tingyu turned his eyes away and lied insincerely. In fact, the sheets on Ye Qingshui's bed made him hot. He had a hot body, as if there was a ball of fire in his body, and he would get irritated at the slightest bit.
Xie Tingyu's voice was so clear that no emotion could be heard: "Shui Ya, can you play a little tune for me?"
He thought that such unreasonableness was... allowed...
Ye Qingshui pressed his solar plexus. He had so many requests, which spoiled his bad temper! However, seeing that he was really in pain and endured it silently, Ye Qingshui picked a leaf after a long time, put it to his lips and blew it softly.
The black cloth placed beside the bed had been taken down, and the fragile barrier that usually separated the east and west rooms had also disappeared. He saw the little girl standing against the wall, with a green leaf in her lips, concentrating on playing a little tune.
Her black hair was casually braided, revealing a long, thin lotus-colored neck. Under her shabby and short cotton clothes, the girl's youthful and slender curves were clearly revealed.
Less than a minute after listening, Xie Tingyu's light voice rang out again: "I don't want to listen anymore."
Ye Qingshui, who was gradually blowing to the climax, stopped abruptly. She rubbed the leaves away and wanted to curse.
…
The next day, Shen Weimin came to take care of Xie Tingyu's urination and washing problems.
He clicked his tongue and said, "Just go and relieve yourself. Look at your attitude. Why do you want me to wash and wipe your body?"
His eyes lingered on Xie Tingyu's lower body, and he let out a long "oh" and said suspiciously, "I thought Brother Yu was no longer a virgin. Looking at his attitude that day, he was protecting her without caring about his life."
If Xie Tingyu was not injured, Shen Weimin would definitely be beaten to a pulp by him. But there was no way, he was now a tiger with teeth pulled out.
Shen Weimin teased frivolously, "It seems that he is still the same as me."
"How was your breakfast? Was it delicious?" Shen Weimin bit off the bun and chewed it silently: "It smells so good. Okay, I'm going to work. I'm waiting for Shuiya's lunch."
Xie Tingyu looked at Shen Weimin coldly, without saying a word.
Under pressure, Shen Weimin turned on the radio for him, “Brother Yu, listen to it to relieve your boredom. Don’t be angry.”
"Shui Ya will come back and talk to you later."
At noon, Ye Qingshui packed Shen Weimin's lunch and rode his bicycle to deliver it to him.
Seeing her put on her bamboo hat and about to go out, Xie Tingyu said calmly, "I haven't had lunch yet."
She said to Xie Tingyu: “I’ll deliver food to Shen Weimin first, and it’ll be the same if I come back to feed you.”
Seeing Xie Tingyu's eyes slightly raised, which was a sign of anger, Ye Qingshui added: "I'll be quick, it won't take even half an hour."
Xie Tingyu raised his voice, a flickering flame flashed across his dark and deep eyes, and his tone was faintly dangerous: "Can I be like him?"
"Why is it different? He still gave money after all."
Ye Qingshui thought he was accusing her of being a patient, and patients couldn't wait. In order to prevent him from getting angry and affecting his recovery, she put on her mask neatly and explained, "Your chicken soup is stewing, and it will take half an hour."
Xie Tingyu looked at her back as she left in a swish, took a breath with a sullen face, and snorted lightly.
The author has something to say:
Brother Yu: Oh, is this how you show your love for me?
Shui Ya, you're cold.
Pingshengjun: Interviewing Shuiya, how did you feel when you answered Yuge’s fatal question just now?
Shui Ya: ???
(The straight woman who doesn't know what a fatal question is)
Pingshengjun: Light a candle for Brother Yu silently.
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