"You don't even know how to dodge when it hurts? Are you out of your mind?" Sheng Yan was already feeling sorry for Qin Zigui, and when he heard Qin Zigui say that, he got so angry that he cursed again. After cursing, he felt that he was too fierce, so he lowered his head, lowered his voice, and said irritably, "Just call me once, it's not like I don't know how to dodge."
Qin Zigui lowered his eyelashes and answered indifferently, "The alley is too narrow and the car is going too fast."
So even if he called out to Sheng Yan, Sheng Yan might not be able to avoid it.
Upon understanding this, Sheng Yan felt as if he had been punched lightly, but not hard, while his heart was filled with cotton. It hurt, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what kind of pain it was. It was a dull, suffocating, and aching sensation.
Because he knew Qin Zigui all too well. He was a tight-lipped person who never complained about being hungry, in pain, tired, or suffering from childhood to adulthood, as if he was afraid of causing trouble for anyone. So once he said he was in pain, it must really be in pain.
Moreover, even without him saying it, Sheng Yan could tell just by looking at it that this bicycle was an old, broken-down bicycle that had been used for many years. It even needed to be secured with wire at the front. So, just the bicycle hitting the ground was painful enough, not to mention that when the bicycle fell over, it was cut by the wire with a bloody gash.
It would be strange if it didn't hurt.
Serves you right, you had to shield me from it.
Playing the victim is completely useless.
While thinking to himself, Sheng Yan didn't want Qin Zigui to see his true emotions, so he lowered his head, forcefully tore open the fabric near Qin Zigui's wound, and said in a muffled voice, "I'll take you to the hospital."
After saying that, he turned to the culprit beside him and said, "You're coming with us too."
The culprit was a thin little boy who looked to be about eleven or twelve years old. He was squatting on the ground picking up the scattered lunchboxes. When he heard his words, he looked up blankly and said "Ah".
Sheng Yan glanced at the packaging bags on the ground: "Delivering takeout for the family?"
The little boy nodded.
Sheng Yan handed him the phone: "Call home and tell them to make another one and send it over. I'll pay for this one. You come to the hospital with us."
The little boy didn't dare to take it, lowered his head, and whispered, "But I can't afford the medical bills."
If the other party were an adult male who had bumped into Qin Zigui and injured him like this, Sheng Yan would never have let it go so easily. But the other party was just a child. Sheng Yan not only had no one to vent his anger on, but the other party's appearance also made him feel uncomfortable. He could only try to control his tone and not be too harsh: "I don't want you to pay for it. I just want to go and check if he is injured anywhere. You don't need to pay for the checkup. Hurry up and hold the cat for me."
As Sheng Yan spoke, he tossed Miao Miao and his own phone to him, then stood up, put Qin Zigui's arm on his shoulder, supported his waist with one hand, and reached into his pocket with the other to take his phone.
Qin Zigui instinctively stepped back.
Sheng Yan snapped the switch back in an annoyed tone: "Don't move, it's not like I'm going to eat you!"
Qin Zigui wasn't worried about Sheng Yan eating him, but when Sheng Yan's hand reached into his pocket and groped around his inner thigh through the thin fabric of his school trousers, it was even more unbearable than if he were eaten.
Moreover, since the pocket where he kept his phone was on the other side, and Sheng Yan had to support him, it was especially inconvenient for him to reach for it. After it slipped back and forth a few times, Qin Zigui finally couldn't help but say coldly, "Actually, I can do it myself."
Sheng Yan: "..."
Oh right, Qin Zigui's hand isn't crippled.
He casually withdrew his hand: "Then you can do it yourself. While you're at it, ask the weasel for leave so he doesn't scold me again."
His tone was perfectly normal, and it was clear that he didn't feel anything was wrong at all.
Qin Zigui glanced at him, then looked away, took out his phone, and his expression was cold and wooden.
Just a moment ago, he felt that no matter what happened in the future, he just wanted to get along well with Sheng Yan as before, but less than three minutes later he regretted it.
Because straight men are such incredibly oblivious creatures.
Especially with a straight man who grew up with you and is used to all kinds of close relationships, it's practically hellish torture.
The straight man was completely unaware of this; he was just afraid that he hadn't held Qin Zigui steady enough and that he would fall again, so he unconsciously tightened his grip on Qin Zigui's waist and even gave him a squeeze with his palm.
On a sweltering summer day, when the boy's intense body heat and the sensation of his skin penetrated through the thin fabric of his school uniform, Qin Zigui involuntarily took a deep breath.
Sheng Yan immediately turned his head, frowned, and asked with great concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Qin Zigui felt his breath tickling her ear, but remained calm and composed, saying, "It's nothing, it just hurts."
An injury that could make Qin Zigui complain of pain twice must not be a minor one.
So throughout the entire examination, Sheng Yan sat on the side, extremely nervous, craning his neck, looking up, his hands clenched into fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, his buttocks almost touching the chair, making it seem as if he was the one who was injured.
The nurse next to him suppressed a laugh and reassured him, "Young man, don't worry, your friend is fine. There's no need to be so worried."
The nurse's direct revelation of the truth caused Sheng Yan's ears to turn slightly red. He looked away somewhat embarrassedly and sat back down in his seat: "Who's worried about him? It's no big deal for a grown man to get a few minor injuries..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Zigui gasped, and Sheng Yan, who had just sat back down, immediately sat up straight and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Is it serious?"
The nurses and doctors finally couldn't help but burst out laughing: "So this is what it means to not worry? Well, we've really learned something new."
Even Qin Zigui, whose forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat from the pain, couldn't help but lower his head and slightly curve his lips.
Sheng Yan, realizing he had been completely exposed: "..."
How could Qin Zigui be so cunning!
Seeing that the handsome little boy's ears turned bright red again, the nurses couldn't bear to tease him any longer. They smiled and said, "Don't worry, the wound has been completely treated, and you've had a tetanus shot. As long as you keep the wound clean, change the dressing on time, keep it dry, and don't strain it to avoid infection, there shouldn't be any major problems. Is there anyone at home to take care of you?"
Sheng Yan thought for a moment. Jiang Ping was away on a business trip recently, and Qin Ru had to go to the company every day. Besides, it wasn't convenient for her to take care of Qin Zigui in certain matters, so only...
Before he could finish thinking, Qin Zigui said calmly, "Just tell me the precautions directly, I can handle it myself."
"That won't do." The nurse said without hesitation, "You bumped your lower back, so you need to apply cold compresses regularly, and then switch to hot compresses in a couple of days. How can you manage all by yourself? Also, the dressing on your leg needs to be changed on time, and it can't get wet. You can't exert yourself too much. How can you manage without someone taking care of you?"
Qin Zigui's expression remained unchanged as he rolled up his trouser legs, his tone flat: "My family has been quite busy lately, and no one has been taking care of me. Besides, I've always been used to being on my own, so I should be able to manage..."
"Should be my foot." Sheng Yan couldn't stand it anymore and rolled her eyes at him. "Am I not human?"
Qin Zigui simply lowered her eyelashes and whispered, "Didn't you say you didn't want to talk to me?"
"?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the doctors and nurses in the consultation room turned to look at Sheng Yan.
Suddenly, he was subjected to the pangs of conscience and the judgment of morality: "..."
How did he suddenly become a scumbag?
He hasn't forgiven Qin Zigui yet because he feels that Qin Zigui hasn't told him the real reason.
But after all, Qin Zigui only appeared at the fried chicken shop, chased the cat, appeared in the alley, and was hit by the bicycle because of him. So, from both a moral and logical standpoint, it would be a bit unreasonable for him not to take care of Qin Zigui personally.
But he didn't want to let things end so vaguely, so he put on a stern face, ignored Qin Zigui, and looked directly at the nurse, "Tell me all the precautions. I'll live with him and take care of him."
"Oh." The nurse seemed to understand something, and while writing down the precautions, she asked, "Your brother? Did the two brothers have a fight?"
Sheng Yan: "..."
If you insist on saying it that way, then there's no problem.
"I guess so."
"Okay, here are the precautions and medication instructions. Just follow them. If there are no other problems, observe for another half hour, and then you can go home." The head nurse handed him the form.
Sheng Yan took the order, carefully put it in his pocket, and then asked, "Where is the other boy who came with us?"
"Oh, him? He just scraped his knee a little, nothing serious. He's sitting on the bench outside with his cat, waiting for you."
Sheng Yan nodded, then turned to Qin Zigui: "Wait here for me for a while, I have something to take care of."
After saying that, he quickly walked out of the consultation room. As soon as he stepped out into the corridor, he saw the little boy sitting obediently in a chair, holding a cat, waiting for them.
Sheng Yan walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Name, phone number, home address."
The little boy looked up blankly and exclaimed "Ah!"
Sheng Yan sat down next to him with his legs spread apart, opened Taobao, and showed him the items: "I'll buy you a bicycle that someone your size should be able to ride, otherwise if you bump into someone, they won't be as easy to talk to as I am."
Just as the little boy was about to refuse, Sheng Yan threatened him fiercely, "If you don't accept it, I'll make you pay for the medical expenses."
The little boy had no choice but to obey and obediently enter the address on the back of the bicycle that Sheng Yan had chosen.
Sheng Yan put his phone away and snorted coldly: "Now you know you're scared, huh? Will you dare to ride your bike this fast again in the future?"
The little boy nodded: "Yes, I won't ride that fast anymore. But I'm not afraid."
"Aren't you afraid?"
Sheng Yan thought this brat was just asking for a beating.
The little boy explained seriously, "I'm not afraid of you, brother. You just have a loud voice and big eyes, and you look fierce, but you're not scary at all."
Sheng Yan, the self-proclaimed school bully from Shiwai High School: "..."
They're just kids; they have absolutely no sense of right and wrong.
Before he could retort, the little kid spoke up again: "But brother, you shouldn't pretend to be so fierce in the future."
Sheng Yan raised an eyebrow.
The little boy said earnestly, "You clearly care about the other brother, but you insist on being mean to him. If you keep being mean to him, he will definitely be sad."
"Ha, I don't care about him at all."
Sheng Yan rested his arms on the back of the bench, turned his head away, and looked arrogant.
Then the little boy frowned slightly: "Brother, you're so childish."
Sheng Yan: "..."
"And I'm not lying to you. I saw it when I rode my bicycle over. You were walking in front, and that older brother was watching you from behind. He looked really sad. Did you have a fight with him?" The little boy hugged the cat, bent over, turned his head to look at Sheng Yan's face, and blinked twice.
Sheng Yan's hand, which was resting on the back of the chair, stiffened slightly.
So Qin Zigui can be sad too?
He had been feeling wronged by the inexplicable estrangement he had experienced over the past year, and he had been bothered by why Qin Zigui had suddenly distanced himself from him. However, he had never considered why Qin Zigui would still protect him at the first moment when he was in danger, nor had he considered whether his repeated cold faces and temper tantrums would make Qin Zigui sad.
Thinking of Qin Zigui's possibly sad expression, Sheng Yan suddenly felt a pang of unease.
He regained his composure and gently tapped the little boy on the head: "Alright, little kid, why are you thinking so much all day long? Hurry up and go home, don't worry the adults."
After saying that, she took the cat back from the little boy and turned to walk back.
However, he stopped in his tracks as soon as he reached the door of the consultation room.
A familiar, gentle voice came from inside the house; it must be Qin Ru who had finally arrived after receiving the news.
Her voice was choked with heartache: "How could you be so careless, child? It must have hurt so much! What if it leaves a scar?"
Qin Zigui remained calm and composed as always: "Don't worry, Auntie, it's alright. The doctor said I should be able to move around normally in two or three days."
"It's okay, it's okay, whatever you say is okay. Can't you just act like other kids and whine when you're hurt or upset?" Qin Ru sounded genuinely upset this time.
Qin Zigui offered a few words of gentle comfort before saying, "Auntie, can I discuss something with you?"
Without a second thought, Qin Ru said, "You tell me."
Can we keep a cat in our home?
"?"
When Qin Zigui said this, both Qin Ru inside the door and Sheng Yan outside the door were stunned.
Qin Zigui continued, "It's probably a three- or four-month-old orange kitten. We'll take care of its health check and vaccinations before bringing it home. I'll also take care of potty training, feeding it, and cleaning up its fur and litter box. It won't cause you or your uncle any trouble."
"No, why are you suddenly asking this?" Qin Ru seemed a little confused. "Your uncle and I both really like cats, but haven't you always disliked keeping pets? You always say they can't stay with you for too long and that keeping one will make you sad."
Because Ms. Xu forbade Sheng Yan from keeping pets when he was a child, Sheng Yan begged Qin Zigui to help him raise two hamsters, a rabbit, and a turtle. However, none of them survived, so Qin Zigui was unwilling to keep them anymore.
He said that since he would leave eventually, there was no need to bring it with him.
Since then, neither family has kept any pets.
Why are you suddenly willing to raise them again?
Could it be that it's been captivated by the meow?
Sheng Yan stared down at the little orange cat in his arms, trying to question with his eyes, "What is it about you, little orange tabby?" when a faint voice came from inside the door: "Because Sheng Yan likes it."
Sheng Yan stared blankly into the little orange cat's eyes.
The little orange cat narrowed its eyes and began to glare back at him.
The people inside, unaware of the situation, continued to explain, "Sheng Yan really likes that kitten, but Aunt Xu is allergic to cat fur and can't keep it. I'm worried that if it roams freely outside, the kitten might run away, and Sheng Yan would be sad, so I was thinking of asking you to take care of it for him. Is that alright, Aunt?"
Qin Zigui was the most sensible child from a young age.
Because he knew he was living under someone else's roof, he almost never made any extra requests.
If so, without exception, they are all related to Sheng Yan.
Qin Ru sighed deeply at the door: "You, back then, Xiao Shengyan said he would buy you back for three yuan and two mao, and you actually let him buy you back. What a bargain you made."
Sheng Yan, standing outside the door, looked down at the little orange cat that seemed to be questioning him with its eyes, "What is it about you that makes you so charming?" After a long while, he tentatively asked, "How about... I forgive him for a few days for your sake?"
The little orange cat lazily turned its head away, not wanting to pay any attention to him at all.
Then Sheng Yan nodded very reluctantly: "Alright, since you've tried so hard to persuade me, I'll reluctantly agree."
The little orange tree, who hadn't uttered a word, turned around in shock.
Sheng Yan, feeling guilty, covered its eyes: "Don't look at me. All the adults' decisions are for the sake of the child. Besides, I'm just forgiving him for now. He hasn't betrayed us."
It's just a temporary forgiveness.
And we can't tell Qin Zigui, otherwise that stinky bird will start showing off and interfering with everything.
Sheng Yan thought for a moment, then, as if making up his mind, took out his phone, opened the message board of the "Wish Fulfilled" app, and typed: "[Can I withdraw my wish to leave this auspicious place and make a new one?]"
The system responded quickly: [Host, please give your orders]
Sheng Yan typed a few words expressionlessly: [I hope Qin Zigui's injuries heal quickly and that the pain isn't so bad anymore.]
I'm just secretly forgiving him for a little while, since no one will know anyway.
Sheng Yan felt that he was very cold-hearted.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Qin Zigui's phone rang with a "ding".
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