She pursed her lips and cleverly changed the subject, with a hint of concern in her voice:
"Then... why is Song Zhe lying in bed with only his head able to move?"
Mother Song's eyes dimmed, she shook her head gently and sighed:
"I don't know about that either. After Zhe'er came back, he kept silent about this matter. At that time, I found many doctors to treat him, and they all said that he was fine, but he just...just lay in bed all the time, unable to move."
"I see... I'm just asking casually."
Chen Xiaoru lowered her eyes and spoke softly. She could feel the helplessness and heartache in Song's mother's words.
"Xiao Ru, are you...still planning to leave?"
Mother Song asked cautiously, her tone full of anticipation and anxiety, as if she was afraid that she would disappear in the next second.
Chen Xiaoru smiled bitterly and pointed in Song Zhe's direction helplessly:
"The indenture is with him." Of course she could take the indenture back by force, but she didn't want to do that, at least not now.
"Xiao Ru, stay!"
Song's mother's tone was almost pleading.
"At least this place can give you a place to stay out of the wind and rain. Where else can you go if you leave here? You brought nothing with you when you came here... I'll go find some clothes for you and Xiaoyu. Tomorrow, I'll go to town and buy some cloth to make you two new sets of clothes."
Chen Xiaoru then realized that she really didn't have any change of clothes. She had fled in a hurry yesterday and had no time to care about these things. She took out her purse from her bosom, took out a tael of silver and handed it to Song's mother, saying:
"Use this money to buy some clothes for me and my brother, both inside and out. If it's not enough, come to me for more."
"No need, there's still some left from what you gave me before, it's enough." Song's mother quickly declined and refused to accept it.
"Take it!"
Chen Xiaoru insisted, "For the clothes inside, buy cotton ones. They are more comfortable to wear. That kind of material is more expensive."
Seeing her resolute attitude, Mother Song could not refuse any more, so she accepted the silver and said softly:
"Okay then, I'll give it to you when I'm done. I'll go find clothes for you now." After saying that, he turned and left the kitchen.
As soon as Song's mother left, Chen Xiaoru quickly poured the boiling hot water from the pot into the wooden barrel, added some cold water, tested the water temperature, and nodded with satisfaction. She turned around and smiled, and said to Xiaoyu, who was sitting obediently by the stove:
"Xiaoyu, just wait here for me. If you feel bored, go play with Qingshan. I'll go clean your brother-in-law."
Xiaoyu nodded sensibly and answered in a baby voice:
"Well, sister, I'll wait for you here."
Chen Xiaoru picked up the heavy wooden barrel and slowly walked towards Song Zhe's room. She gently pushed open the door and found Song Zhe staring blankly at the beams with his eyes wide open, not knowing what he was thinking. She said softly:
"I've got some hot water for you to wash up. You've been lying here for so long without a proper bath, you must be feeling pretty uncomfortable, right?"
Song Zhe finally came to his senses, slowly sat up, a look of gratitude on his face:
"Thank you, Xiaoru. Actually, it's not that bad. Qingshan helps me clean it every day."
Chen Xiaoru walked to the bedside and suddenly leaned forward, almost touching Song Zhe's face. Her big, watery eyes flickered as she looked at him, her breath as sweet as orchid:
"Do you want me to help you wash it?"
This sudden act of intimacy made Song Zhe's face flush all the way to his ears. He waved his hands in panic and began to stutter:
"No, no need. I can do it myself."
A sly look flashed in Chen Xiaoru's eyes. Instead of retreating, she moved closer, and her voice became even more charming:
"But... I want to help you wash it, what should I do?"
Song Zhe felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his head. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, pointed to the corner of the room, and said:
"Xiao Ru, just carry the water over there. I can do it myself."
Chen Xiaoru looked in the direction of his finger and found a small space surrounded by a curtain in the corner.
She picked up the bucket and walked over, lifted a corner of the curtain, and saw a wooden bathtub inside. She immediately understood. She poured hot water into the bathtub and was about to turn around and leave when she found Song Zhe moving towards her step by step.
She quickly took two steps forward, supported Song Zhe, and was about to unbutton his coat. Song Zhe quickly held down her restless little hands, his face red as if it was about to bleed:
"Xiao Ru, you should go out first. There will be plenty of opportunities later."
Chen Xiaoru snorted and pouted in mock anger:
"What on earth are you thinking about? I'm just helping you take off your coat and leaving."
"Xiao Ru..."
Song Zhe sighed helplessly, with a hint of pampering in his voice.
Chen Xiaoru burst out laughing, she took two steps back, put her hands behind her back, tilted her head and said:
"Okay, okay, you wash yourself. I'll be waiting outside. Call me when you're done." After saying that, she turned and walked out of the room, considerately closing the door for him.
I happened to run into Song's mother walking towards me with a pile of clothes.
"Xiao Ru, you're out."
Mother Song smiled gently and handed over the clothes in her hand.
"I don't wear these clothes very often. If you don't mind, you can wear them for now. These are too small for Qingshan, so they're perfect for Xiaoyu."
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