Chapter Fifteen: The Past
Chapter Fifteen
The man spoke in a very sarcastic tone, carrying something in his hand, a long trench coat hanging down to his legs, and an earring that gleamed brightly: "What else can he do all day besides bleeding people?"
Wen Zhuo glared at Wen Zhaoye, who avoided her gaze. Although there were other methods, this was indeed the optimal solution.
Then Wen Zhuo shouted to Xie Huai, "Doctor, please save him, he'll give you anything."
Wen Zhaoye: "..." He wouldn't.
Xie Huai laughed after hearing this; Wen Zhuo was quite humorous.
Wen Zhaoye immediately glared at him, "What are you laughing at? Who are you laughing at?"
Xie Huai's lips curled into a smile: "..."
I'm really fed up with Wen Zhaoye. Is he out of his mind?
Wen Zhuo noticed the change in Xie Huai's expression and turned to look at Wen Zhaoye. Wen Zhaoye still looked very weak, standing next to her with a frown.
Xie Huai rolled his eyes at him, walked closer to observe Wen Zhaoye's condition, and took his pulse.
Wen Zhuo was puzzled. Although she had lost her memory, she hadn't forgotten her common sense. She couldn't help but ask, "Xie Huai, you studied traditional Chinese medicine?"
This guy looks like a gangster boss, so why is he studying Taoism and traditional Chinese medicine? It's so contrary to stereotypes.
Xie Huai looked relaxed, casually removed his hand, and raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong with traditional Chinese medicine? Daoist medicine and traditional Chinese medicine are inseparable."
Wen Zhuo was still worried about Wen Zhaoye's condition and wasn't in the mood for joking around: "Never mind, let's not worry about that. How is he now?"
Wen Zhaoye interjected, "I'm fine."
"Is this your time to speak?" Wen Zhaoye shut his mouth again.
Xie Huai glanced at him, sensing that he was extremely satisfied when Wen Zhuo disciplined him, and his tone immediately became full of disappointment. He decided to ignore him and said, "You eat less and let him eat more, and get a good rest for a few days. I'll have someone send over the Chinese medicine tomorrow, and you can force-feed it to him."
He took out a list of food he had bought nearby and placed it in front of Wen Zhuo: "Just let him eat something now. He looks like he has a terminal illness and is about to die. I can't stand it."
After Xie Huai finished speaking, he glanced at Wen Zhaoye, who had somehow fallen asleep on Wen Zhuo's lap. Apart from his pale face, he looked extremely comfortable.
Wen Zhuo then remembered a topic she had forgotten after being interrupted by Wen Zhaoye: "How many meals have you eaten in the past few days?"
Wen Zhaoye: "..."
“6”
No wonder this person's face is always so pale. She thought it was because he didn't get much sun. She looked at Wen Zhaoye and said, "Then you deserve it!"
Xie Huai was instantly enraged, thinking he must have been out of his mind to bring him food: "He's lucky, he's tough, he'll be fine for now."
“On the contrary, it is you,” Xie Huai said, standing in front of Wen Zhuo with a serious expression.
Wen Zhaoye sat up, seemingly impatient with Xie Huai's half-finished sentence: "Are you mute?"
Xie Huai squatted down and looked at Wen Zhuo: "You almost melted in the sun yesterday. Do you know how fragile your soul is?"
Her soul glowed with a warm yellow light in Xie Huai's eyes, and the shattered marks spread out, leaving burn marks on her back.
Wen Zhuo shook his head.
"Although we were saved in time, but..." He lowered his head, like a doctor who had just stepped out of the ICU, speaking to the patient with deep remorse:
"It's nothing serious. You and your brother just need to rest and recover. Don't come looking for me unless it's absolutely necessary."
Wen Zhuo clenched his fists, thinking, "Why is he so annoying?"
Xie Huai felt that he was much more assertive in front of Wen Zhaoye today.
This is the treatment he deserves!
He walked halfway with his head held high when a warning of danger suddenly sounded in his mind, and he quickly dodged away.
"Clatter"
Xie Huai lowered his head, picked up the murder weapon, and said to Wen Zhaoye, "Sigh, with such a bad temper, it's normal that Xiao Zhu doesn't like him." He then took a big step and ran out.
He turned to Wen Zhuo and smiled, deliberately avoiding looking at Wen Zhaoye's darkened face.
Wen Zhuo didn't understand. She glanced at him unhappily, and Wen Zhaoye straightened up to block her view until Xie Huai closed the door, at which point he lay back down.
Wen Zhu patted his face: "Get up and eat something, aren't you ashamed?"
Wen Zhaoye turned around, buried his head in Wen Zhuo's stomach, and rubbed against it a few times. Wen Zhuo's eyes widened instantly, and he pushed him away forcefully.
Wen Zhaoye was caught off guard and fell off the sofa.
Wen Zhaoye lay there, realizing what he had done. He froze, the soft, fragrant touch floating on his face, leaving him speechless.
The scene of Wen Zhuo kissing him with his eyes closed last night reappeared before his eyes, along with his dream that night. A blush instantly covered his entire face, and he was dazed, with a sense of emptiness and confusion in his eyes.
Wen Zhuo: "..."
Wen Zhaoye must be starving; he's become a monster from hunger.
By the time Wen Zhaoye came to his senses, Wen Zhuo had already run away. He was left alone in the living room downstairs, along with a meal that Wen Zhuo had curiously opened but then angrily threw away because he couldn't smell or taste it.
*****
"Brother, don't you think you're being a bit too nosy?" A clear female voice rang out, clearly tinged with dissatisfaction.
She stood at the corner of the corridor, wearing a uniform from some unknown high school—blue and white stripes with red floral patterns in the middle, and a school badge sewn into the upper right corner—looking rather unfashionable.
Her ponytail swayed in the air. The person she was talking to was in the room, invisible, only his deep voice could be heard: "Fine, then go elope with that brat whose entire outfit isn't even worth as much as a hair tie of yours. Don't come looking for me again when you're broke, saying, 'Brother, brother, I'm a little short on cash lately, can you give me some money?'" His voice suddenly softened in the latter half, speaking to her in a half-sincerity.
Wen Zhuo's throat tightened as if she were choking. She didn't know whether to retort or mock first. Finally, she shouted, "Wen Zhaoye! Can you please stop being so mean!"
Wen Zhuo stared at him. Wen Zhaoye was tall and wore a school uniform similar to hers. He looked down and looked into her eyes.
The two stared at each other for a long time before Wen Zhuo couldn't help but say, "Try it again."
Wen Zhaoye: "?"
Wen Zhuo gestured with his hands: "That one, that one, say it again."
Wen Zhaoye: "...I won't learn."
Wen Zhuo clutched his stomach, patted Wen Zhaoye's back hard, and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, so crazy! Hahaha, so funny! Why didn't I record this? Hahahaha!"
Wen Zhaoye: "..."
Wen Zhuo cleared her throat, trying to ease the tension between them, and asked curiously, "How do you know about him?"
Wen Zhaoye glanced at her: "I have eyes. You stare at your phone all day, it's like your eyes are inside your head. What else could it be but an online romance?"
Wen Zhuo shook his head: "Your arguments are insufficient, so this case is rejected."
Wen Zhaoye: "??"
Wen Zhaoye tapped her on the forehead: "Your homeroom teacher called me."
Wen Zhuo: "??"
Wen Zhuo rubbed his chin with his fingers and muttered, "How is that possible? I didn't give anything away at school!"
Wen Zhaoye shook his head, took out his phone and showed it to her: "Your homeroom teacher sent me the photo, here it is."
Wen Zhuo leaned closer to take a look. She was standing with another tall boy, and she was throwing a doll at him. The photo was quite beautiful. To be honest, this could be a good side job.
Wen Zhuo stared at the boy beside her, then looked up at Wen Zhaoye, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Don't you think he looks a little familiar?"
Wen Zhaoye frowned. Could it be someone he knew?
Before he could find out who this person was, he lowered his head under Wen Zhuo's thoughtful gaze.
Wen Zhuo immediately pulled a cushion from the sofa and threw it at Wen Zhaoye's head.
He said smugly, "So, are you familiar with it now?"
"Wenzhuo!"
The angry voice gradually faded, followed by Wen Zhuo's teasing and defensive voice. She always liked to tease Wen Zhaoye, and of course she knew what the homeroom teacher had complained about.
So many memories surged up, only to silently sink to the bottom of the ocean of memory, erasing all traces, leaving only the most vivid and memorable strokes.
A corridor.
"Could you please stop following me?"
The corridor was very low, and Wen Zhaoye filled the space as soon as he walked in. Doors covered with couplets passed by them. Wen Zhuo dodged some garbage bags left by residents at their doors, stomped down hard, and the motion sensor lights turned on.
Wen Zhaoye followed her footsteps, stepping on her long, narrow shadow cast by the lamplight, without saying a word.
Finally, Wen Zhuo stood in front of her room and turned to look at Wen Zhaoye. His gaze slowly moved upward from Wen Zhuo's shadow. He had been scrutinizing her like this lately, as if he had finally realized that his younger sister was actually nothing like him.
Wen Zhaoye traced her features with his eyes. Her hair was a little frizzy, and her face had become much thinner. But why didn't she want to eat the food he had prepared? He said, "Come back with me."
Wen Zhuo looked tired. She didn't want to answer these questions that she had answered countless times before. She was really annoyed. She had never known that Wen Zhaoye was such a patient person. She only thought that he was too controlling and always managed her.
Wen Zhuo turned around and opened the door. She didn't care about Wen Zhaoye following her in. She just collapsed onto the bed and closed her eyes wearily.
Wen Zhaoye stood by her bedside, his gaze sweeping around, lingering for a long time on the instant noodle packaging on the floor.
He pulled Wen Zhuo up, his tone cold and hard.
"You must go."
Wen Zhuo had no idea what he was thinking. She had finally found a place near her school that cost several hundred yuan a month, how could he just stop living there?
She shook off Wen Zhaoye's hand, turned over, and didn't respond.
Wen Zhaoye frowned deeply and issued an ultimatum.
"Wen Zhuo, I didn't inform you of your opinion. I've already called the movers. They'll be downstairs in five minutes. You'll be living with me then."
Wen Zhuo suddenly jumped up, her messy hair standing on end, her thin face contorted with rage, and her fists clenched: "Wen Zhaoye, on what grounds are you talking to me about this?"
Are you my brother?
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