"Would you like me to get cupping done, sister?"
"......"
Mu Yiran stared at the person in front of her, her pupils dilating uncontrollably in shock, her vision filled with nothing but white.
Mu Yiran thought that Shi Youxi's body was rather cold when she first supported him.
But now.
She felt as if her left hand was touching a kettle that was boiling water, with the heat source transferring and the temperature continuously rising.
Mu Yiran was suddenly burned by his finger. She came to her senses, looked away from him, pulled her knees back to steady herself, and held Shi Youxi's face as he leaned in.
Mu Rong Momo Yi Ran gave a sinister smile: "I can also give you acupuncture."
Shi Youxi tilted his chin up and rubbed his hand against hers. "Shall we go together?"
He was about to push her wrist upwards when the warm touch on his chin disappeared. Shi Youxi frowned in dissatisfaction, but before he could say anything, a blanket was thrown over his entire upper body.
Mu Yiran poked the boy's head through the blanket, her tone just like a female doctor in a hospital:
"Still together? Do you want to have the IV drip with it too? Hurry up and put your clothes on! If your fever spikes again, I'll scrape a layer of skin off you with a gua sha tool."
"........"
Shi Youxi paused in pulling the blanket, hesitated for a moment, and finally obediently covered her chest.
Mu Yiran: "........."
Isn't it even more dangerous to be half-exposed?
The sight of her fair, broad shoulders and half-exposed back inexplicably irritated Mu Yiran, and she said angrily:
"You think you won't catch a cold if you only cover your front? Do you want to turn yourself into a hot pot with two separate compartments?"
Shi Youxi stared at her intently, his gaze lingering on her flushed cheeks for a moment, before slowly turning away after she finished her angry rant.
"I just want to apply some medicine."
Mu Yiran: "..."
The boy turned his head, hooked his little finger around hers and shook it, "I can't wipe myself without taking my clothes off. If I don't do this next time, will you forgive me this time, okay?"
"........"
Mu Yiran stared at the varying shades of bruises on his back and instantly fell silent.
She even called him a hot pot with two broths, Mu Yiran, you're just a clear broth hot pot with an empty head!
She closed her eyes, feeling suffocated, and raised her hand to touch Shi Youxi's back, only lightly touching it to avoid hurting him. "When did you do this?"
Before he could answer, Mu Yiran said urgently, "Tell me where the medicine is first?"
Shi Youxi turned her head again and asked, "But I'm not dressed yet—"
Mu Yiran: "If you keep talking nonsense, we're going back to the hospital!"
The bruised skin was poked, and the pain that had been ignored suddenly surged up. Shi Youxi was so happy that she pulled her finger away and said in a hoarse voice, "It's next to the TV, in the leftmost cabinet."
Mu Yiran hurriedly went to find it. The box was very special; it was a stack of several boxes. She opened the first one and immediately saw a few words written inside.
"If you want to thank me for the medicine kit your brother gave you, just take your medicine on time!"
It's obvious without even thinking that it was written by Guan Shiyan.
Mu Yiran pulled out the small medicine box inside, revealing the medicine boxes underneath.
One box, two boxes, three boxes...
More than before...
"elder sister?"
"Oh," Mu Yiran came back to her senses, glanced at the scattered items inside, closed the box, and walked to the sofa.
As Mu Yiran sprayed medicine on the bruises, she rubbed the wounds one by one, the muscles under her hands becoming more and more tense with each rub.
"Did I use too much force? Relax." Mu Yiran patted his shoulder, changing the subject, "You still haven't told me how you did it."
Shi Youxi lowered her head and exhaled, "Pressing harder will make it heal faster. It wasn't anything serious, I just bumped into something—"
Mu Yiran sneered: "Don't tell me you fell and hit a wall. With so many craters, is the wall you hit the surface of the moon?!"
The boy chuckled a few times, took out a wet wipe and cleaned Mu Yiran's hands, which were covered in medicine. "I got this while dealing with some things at the gate."
Time Gate?
Mu Yiran immediately thought of Tesa. Judging from Mu Yiran's information, Mu Yiran moved next door to Shi Youxi only a week ago. It is estimated that Tesa and the traitor behind her have done a lot of things in this week.
For example, finding someone to attack Shi Youxi?
She asked, "Was it done by those traitors?"
Shi Youxi went back to her bedroom to change her clothes. The door was open, and her voice was sometimes clear and sometimes slurred, "Well, it is a bit troublesome, but it should be resolved soon."
Mu Yiran asked in confusion, "Why?"
Shi Youxi came out carrying something. "Sister, aren't you going to be my spy? Although your acting skills are not good, mine are very good, so keeping the person behind it in suspense is not a problem."
Mu Yiran was no longer listening to what he was saying; she was only staring intently at the cello that Shi Youxi had taken out of the case.
Shi Youxi sat beside her, the boy barefoot on the carpet, a shiny and unique cello between his legs, its rich tone resonating for a few moments before a happy birthday song slowly began.
Mu Yiran: "........."
The song "Happy Birthday" didn't last long. Shi Youxi stopped what she was doing and looked at the person beside her who was staring blankly. "Was it nice?"
Mu Yiran asked in surprise, "Huh?"
Shi Youxi plucked the strings twice. "Sister, do you know when I first heard the Happy Birthday song?"
Without thinking, Mu Yiran blurted out, "On your birthday."
Shi Youxi smiled and said, "No, it's someone else's birthday."
Mu Yiran was taken aback.
"My mother had just fallen ill then, but it wasn't too serious yet. She could still go out on her own. That day was the first time she went to pick me up at the door..."
Shi Youxi, covered in sweat, looked at the woman who appeared at the door of the training room, then stumbled over. He wanted to hold Bai Shengsheng's hand, but he had just cut himself on a blade during training, and his palms were still bloody and dirty. He twisted his fingers behind his back and looked up at Bai Shengsheng.
"Is my mother here to take me home?"
Uncle Shi recently went to see him again. The man has become very strange, always touching him inappropriately. Sometimes when he wakes up, he finds a naked man sleeping next to him.
He was a little scared. There were still a few days before he was to go to Zhongzhai, so he doubled his training these days, practicing with equipment, hoping to get injured and hospitalized, so that he could stay away from that man.
But his mother came to pick him up today!
Does that mean he can go back to the main house with his mother to spend the night?!
The boy looked at her expectantly.
Her large, round eyes resembled hers, but even more so his.
Bai Shengsheng loosened her grip on his hand, took out a pair of glasses from her bag, and put them directly on the boy.
"This doesn't look like him at all, it looks so good..."
Shi Youxi felt uncomfortable. The glasses were too big and heavy, and he couldn't see anything while wearing them. He wanted to take them off, but he stopped when he heard Bai Shengsheng say "They look so good."
Bai Shengsheng gently brushed the boy's brow, then led Shi Youxi to a venue.
Shi Youxi was very tired and hungry. The training had taken a lot of his energy, but he still followed Bai Shengsheng to a place that resembled the backstage area without saying a word.
As soon as I got there, I heard deafening singing.
The melody is very simple, even a bit rustic.
Many, many people are singing.
Shi Youxi's eyes widened, his pupils rolling back to the top of his head. Looking up from above his glasses, he saw a child surrounded by a crowd, and the cake.
It turned out that the group of people were wishing the girl a happy birthday.
Why do we need to sing such corny songs on our birthdays?
Having celebrated her sixth birthday, Shi Youxi was surprised to learn for the first time that she had to sing before blowing out the candles.
Aren't you afraid that the candle will be blown out by your breath while you're singing?
When Shi Youxi first heard it, he unconsciously started humming it in his heart. As he hummed, he realized that Bai Shengsheng was not beside him. He panicked and ran around, searching for that white figure among a pile of colorful clothes.
His glasses were so big they almost fell off. Shi Youxi could only hold them as he wandered around the crowd, unable to see anything clearly. His exhaustion caused him to break out in a cold sweat and feel dizzy, so much so that he didn't even realize he had run to the edge of a high step.
"..."
Pulling himself out of his memories, Shi Youxi focused his gaze on the woman's face.
"This song gets less and less interesting the more you listen to it, it's like a lullaby, which is why everyone likes to sing it on their birthdays, and they never get tired of it."
There was an unusual air of naivety and playfulness in his words, which made Mu Yiran chuckle. "Why else? Because it's called the Happy Birthday song."
Shi Youxi pouted: "Oh, so it's a problem with the song title."
Mu Yiran shook her head. "It's not about the name. The point isn't what song you sing, but who you're singing it for."
"..."
"Just like blowing out candles, the singer wishes the birthday person happiness, while the birthday person blows out candles for the happiness of their wishes coming true."
"I just want to be happy."
"Double happiness comes with a wish boost, making it easier for birthday celebrants to make their wishes come true."
That statement is incredibly childish; it wouldn't even fool a first-grader these days. Mu Yiran was only managing to appease Shi Youxi.
But to my surprise, he nodded thoughtfully, and then smiled:
"So that's how it is. No wonder my birthday wishes have never come true. It turns out there's no one to sing 'Happy Birthday' to me."
"..."
The boy's tone was casual yet tinged with self-deprecation. Looking at his forced, upturned lips, Mu Yiran suddenly said:
"sorry."
Shi Youxi turned her head, and the two stared at each other for a long time: "Why did you apologize, sister?"
"..."
Mu Yiran looked at the cello. It was clear from both its appearance and tone that it was well preserved. Mu Yiran had looked up the news about the collapse of the Licheng Hotel. She didn't know how Shi Youxi had managed to dig the cello out of such ruins.
She pursed her lips: "I promised to celebrate your birthday, but I still didn't..."
"Actually, I guessed that Cheng Li and his gang would cause trouble, but I just didn't expect Cheng Yuan to be a traitor in disguise. I originally wanted to wait until after your birthday celebration to talk about this..."
Seeing that he remained expressionless, Mu Yiran could only continue frantically trying to justify herself, "I know all of this is just an excuse, but still—"
Shi Youxi coldly interrupted her: "If you know it's an excuse, why say it?"
Mu Yiran said innocently, "I feel like you're always making sarcastic remarks about me."
"..." Shi Youxi laughed.
Seeing his face start to turn sour, Mu Yiran quickly coaxed him, "I was afraid you'd mind, afraid you'd be unhappy!"
Shi Youxi sneered and turned her face away from her.
Mu Yiran shamelessly continued to coax, "It's all my fault! I apologize and I'll make it up to you! Although I can't make up for the birthday wishes from that year, I can make up for the gifts!"
"Those cheap, counterfeit toys are all limited editions,"
Knowing that he liked exquisite yet inexpensive things, Mu Yiran hesitated:
"I can only buy you the genuine version, so you'll have to make do with it?"
Shi Youxi: "..."
He closed his eyes, tossed the bow onto the sofa, and leaned closer to her. "I don't want those gifts."
Mu Yiran: "Then what do you want?"
Shi Youxi scrutinized her, "Sister, can you give it to me? If it's something very valuable."
Mu Yiran realized she had lost all credibility with Shi Youxi, and in an attempt to salvage the relationship, she raised her hand and swore an oath:
"Yes, definitely!"
If she has no money, then how could Tessa and her boss be without money?
Didn't they say they'd do anything as long as you got close to Shi Youxi? They have to give it to you, whether they want to or not!
Despite being as poor as a dog, Mu Yiran waved her hand with an air of nonchalance:
"Your 18th birthday is coming up soon, right? No matter how expensive it is, I'll buy it for you!"
Shi Youxi watched her quietly until Mu Yiran finished speaking, then grasped the four fingers that Mu Yiran had extended.
Shi Youxi said seriously and earnestly:
"What if you were the one I wanted?"
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