Chapter 94: Memories with Wan Lu (7)
So Xia Cheng was skeptical about his flattery. She was cautious about this man, but at the same time, because of her tiredness, she had a lucky mentality, hoping that he was really just trying to please her so that she would stay here.
But Xia Cheng had little contact with people outside, and she had no idea how to deal with this kind of flattering initiative.
So she started avoiding him.
She deliberately ignored him, tried not to talk while eating breakfast, locked the door when she went to get off work, came back on time when she got off work, lowered her head while eating dinner, and slipped back to the bedroom after taking a shower.
This kind of life lasted for about five or six days, and then Wan Lu knocked on Xia Cheng's door.
"There's no more firewood, you know..."
Before he could finish his words, Xia Cheng slipped out from the gap beside him.
"I'm going up the mountain."
"Let's do it tomorrow. It's too late today. Let's just use cold water."
"No, my grandma said that people who are still in confinement can't wash with cold water, it will cause the root of the disease."
Xia Cheng didn't know what disease would be left behind. She looked at the setting sun and thought: As long as I don't run too far, it will be fine.
Wan Lu looked at her back and gradually put away the faint smile on his lips.
What he actually meant was, "Just wash with cold water today."
Because Huang Yiqiu had already washed and there was no hot water.
He didn't stop Xia Cheng from going out.
Huang Yiqiu called his name in the room.
"Wanlu, why did you let her go out so late?"
He closed the door and squinted.
"Then I'll go accompany her so others can see me?"
"I mean why not stop it."
"She's the one hiding from me, not me hiding from her." Wan Lu rubbed his head and saw the pink slippers on his feet. He said expressionlessly:
"Why doesn't this trick work on her?"
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Xia Cheng felt that she was a little unlucky. Last time she met Yu Jinhuan when she was carrying firewood, and this time she met the madman in the village.
He was standing at the intersection late at night, not knowing what he was doing, holding a stick in his hand. When he saw someone coming, he raised the stick vaguely.
The sky was getting darker and darker. Xia Cheng was in a hurry to go home. He accidentally didn't avoid it and was hit hard on the arm. He felt a piercing pain in an instant.
"Hiss..." She didn't dare to argue with the madman, fearing that he would be waiting at this intersection to beat her in the future. After running back frantically, she found that there were thorns on her arm.
"No wonder it hurts so much, they used snake grass."
Snake grass is a vine with sharp thorns and juicy branches. The old people say that where there is this kind of grass, there are snakes, so it is called snake grass.
She prepared to go back and pull out the thorns under the lamp. She endured the pain and fell the tree trunk in the yard. After slowly chopping it into firewood, she boiled water before going into the house.
After taking a closer look, she understood why it hurt so much. It turned out that the madman had pulled her when he hit her, leaving a bloody wound several centimeters long.
Although it is not deep, it is quite shocking to look at.
“It doesn’t hurt at all!”
She comforted herself and pulled out the dry brown thorn, tears of pain welling up in her eyes.
After comforting himself for a while, he added firewood to the kettle and carried the bucket of freshly boiled water to Huang Yiqiu's door.
"Are you asleep? The water is ready."
The one who opened the door was Wan Lu. He had changed his clothes and was smelling of soapberry. His hair was fluffy and soft, and it seemed that he had already taken a shower.
During these days, he placed a bed board on three long benches and slept in the same room with Huang Yi Qiu. However, he did not seem to sleep well. There were red spots on his calves where several mosquitoes had landed. Because he had no razor and used a razor blade, there were always small wounds on his jaw.
"Thanks, but we washed it."
Wan Lu said this deliberately, expecting to see Xia Cheng angry.
I don’t know why, maybe it was revenge for the word “ugly”.
But Xia Cheng just nodded.
"I left a pot of water for you to make milk. I'm going to take a shower now. Please don't come out of the room."
She picked up the kettle and exerted force with her arm. The wound on her arm became horrific and the red blood scab that had just formed showed signs of breaking.
Wan Lu's eyes narrowed suddenly.
"Were you injured on the mountain?"
"That's about right..."
She wanted to take the kettle to the bathroom, but another pair of hands picked it up for her.
The warm and broad fingertips brushed across the back of her hand. Xia Cheng raised her head, and her lips brushed against the tip of his nose. The scent of the soap she bought for him was in her nostrils.
"Let me do it." He smiled like a fox as usual, dispelling her doubts. "Don't worry, I'll go back to the room after I send her to the bathroom."
Xia Cheng had no way to refuse. The other party almost snatched it away. A drop or two of boiling water overflowed from the raised corner of the kettle with his movement. She followed the water droplets and walked over, whispered thank you, and immediately closed the bathroom door.
The bathroom was simple, with no bathtub, heating or shower, only three buckets.
The red one is Xia Cheng's, the blue one is Wan Lu's, and the pink one is Huang Yi Qiu's.
It is summer now. Xia Cheng put the towel into the bucket and adjusted the water temperature. He wet his body and applied soap. After rubbing off the foam, he wiped his body over and over again with the wet towel, and finally rinsed his whole body with the bucket.
This is quite cold in winter and difficult to bear, so Xia Cheng often washes half of the clothes before taking off the other half.
The wound on his arm was wet and hurt a little. Xia Cheng frowned and wiped it gently. Seeing that the wound was not deep, he didn't pay any more attention to it.
Unexpectedly, the branch was poisonous and caused severe itching at night after being soaked in water. Xia Cheng woke up from his dream and found himself scratching. He turned on the light and saw that his arms were covered with red marks, and the burning skin was oozing with blood.
She didn't want to take medicine, but also didn't want the blood on her arm to get on her doll's clothes, so she simply wore long sleeves to work, and gently pressed the wound with her fingertips when it itched.
This went on for several days. Although it was a bit unbearable, it gradually got better. It still itched after the scab formed, but it didn't feel as hot and itchy as before when the wound was itchy and painful when scratched.
One day after dinner, Xia Cheng sat outside to boil water and placed a mosquito coil at her feet. Thanks to the mosquito coil, no mosquitoes came to bother her.
Xia Cheng rubbed the wound on her arm with her palm, scratching it quietly and gently beside the fire. Wan Lu suddenly appeared, and from outside. Xia Cheng didn't notice when he went out at all, and was startled.
"What did you do outside?" she asked.
"She was bitten by a centipede. I'm going to buy some medicine."
Xia Cheng looked carefully and saw that the guy was holding a green ointment in his hand.
"Close the door quickly so no one sees you. I told you not to go out casually. I can also buy it for you tomorrow."
Wan Lu nodded and said nothing, but when he passed by Xia Cheng, he took out a little finger-sized ointment from his pocket and threw it into her arms.
"Three times a day, or your hands will be scratched."
"Huh?" Xia Cheng took the ointment and stared at his back in a daze.
How could he realize that he had been catching it all along?
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