Sheng An Ning felt even more uncomfortable. She couldn't bear to think about the scene of Zhou Shixun teaching Luo Caixia how to write.
But I have to admit that these words are indeed well written.
Zhou Shixun looked at it expressionlessly for a few seconds and said, "Not bad."
Luo Caixia smiled: "You disliked me for being stupid and almost hit my hand. I must practice hard and I haven't forgotten it all these years."
After that, he quickly said, "Stop talking. Come in and sit for a while and have a cup of hot tea before you leave."
Zhou Shixun refused directly: "No, it's getting late, you should go to bed early. You don't have to go there tomorrow, we will go back in the afternoon."
Luo Caixia felt a little lost, but thanks to the dim street lights, she was able to hide her emotions well. She still smiled gently, "Okay, go back and be careful. Tell Erni later that I will go back to the village to see her."
Sheng Anning followed Zhou Shixun for a while, and when she turned around, she could still see Luo Caixia standing at the door of the store. The street lantern on her brought a sense of mystery.
Looking back at Zhou Shixun, she had no feelings of nostalgia at all and asked him in a low voice: "You and Luo Caixia have a good relationship."
Zhou Shixun thought for a moment and said, "Her mother saved me."
Sheng An Ning said "oh" and didn't ask any more questions. It was normal for them to have some feelings for each other considering that he saved her life and they were childhood sweethearts.
If she continued asking, wouldn't she be making things more difficult for herself?
I sighed in my heart, thinking that the relationship that I had finally developed might die young.
Silently following Zhou Shixun's shadow, Sheng Anning arrived at the door of the guesthouse. Seeing that there was no one at the service desk, she thought for a moment and without saying a word, she pulled Zhou Shixun upstairs.
Since no one saw it, I went to the room to check Zhou Shixun’s wound first.
Before Zhou Shixun could figure out the situation, Sheng Anning pulled him into the room and carefully closed the door.
"Come on, take off your clothes and let me see."
Sheng An Ning pushed Zhou Shixun to the bedside anxiously, fearing that someone would come to check on him and they would not have enough time.
It was not until she started to strip Zhou Shixun's clothes that Sheng An Ning realized how obscene her action was. And Zhou Shixun was pushed by her to lie halfway on the bed, with his hands propped up on his back, looking like he was at the mercy of others. Was he also extremely obscene?
He burst into laughter and said, "Let me check the wound quickly. Otherwise, what if someone finds you and chases you away?"
Zhou Shixun blushed as he took off his coat and shirt, seeming to be used to being in front of Sheng An Ning.
The gauze on the abdomen was stained with blood, which looked very scary.
Sheng An Ning didn't care about random thoughts and pressed Zhou Shixun to lie down: "If your condition is serious, you must go to the hospital to sew the wound again. If you continue like this, do you still want to keep your stomach?"
This man is really tough. Even in this situation, he still acts like nothing happened.
Fortunately, she was prepared. She washed her hands and took out a bag from her bag. There were tweezers from the nurse, a scalpel, and alcohol cotton balls in it.
He used tweezers to peel off the gauze. Just as Sheng An Ning thought, the wound had opened a little, the flesh at the edge had turned white, and the red flesh inside was faintly visible.
Sheng An Ning didn't care whether she would be exposed or not. She disinfected the scalpel with alcohol, then held the knife and looked at Zhou Shixun: "You have two choices. You put on your clothes and go to the hospital to sew the wound again, or I will help you deal with the wound, which means removing the rotten flesh on the edge, otherwise the wound will not heal easily."
More importantly, she was itching to have an operation.
Zhou Shixun didn't hesitate: "Come on."
Sheng An Ning smiled brightly: "It may be a little painful, you have to bear with it. You toss and turn like this every day, it's a little difficult to heal the wound quickly."
As he spoke, he held the scalpel and cut the rotten flesh along the edge of the wound very neatly, then picked it off with tweezers.
It is still very painful to disinfect with alcohol, not to mention cutting flesh on the wound.
However, during the entire process, Zhou Shixun did not make a sound, but just closed his eyes, as if someone was tickling him.
Sheng An Ning sighed again, this is a real man, very kindly find a topic to chat to distract his attention: "Your brother and your younger brother both have the word long in their names, why don't you have it?"
The names Zhou Changlin and Zhou Changyun sound very ordinary and are in line with the characteristics of this era.
But the name Zhou Shixun sounds very nice and feels very culturally rich, like a noble young man raised in a famous family.
Zhou Mancang and Zhu Guihua certainly couldn't come up with such a cultural name.
Zhou Shixun rarely spoke much: "I didn't have this name before. When I was seven or eight years old, I had a serious illness. An old scholar in the village told me that my name would bring bad luck to my father and mother, so I changed my name to my current name."
Sheng An Ning was not surprised. People in the small village had little education. For example, Zhou Changlin was able to become the team leader not because of his ability, but because he could read and write.
So he must have believed the words of the old scholar in the village.
"Your name is pretty nice, what was your name before?"
Sheng An Ning asked curiously as she began to bandage the wound.
Zhou Shixun didn’t think his previous name was that bad: “Zhou Changsuo.”
Sheng An Ning burst out laughing. This name is really down-to-earth and very representative of the times!
After taking a look at Zhou Shixun's handsome face, he laughed even harder: "Haha, Zhou Changsuo, Changsuo? Haha"
I feel that this name makes Zhou Shixun instantly more down-to-earth, no longer so cold and taciturn, and more honest.
Zhou Shixun looked at Sheng An Ning helplessly, not quite understanding why she could laugh like that. Her previous name wasn't that bad, and there were even grown men in the village who called her Ximei.
But I have to admit that when Sheng An Ning laughed happily, there was light in her eyes, making her look brighter.
Sheng An Ning laughed so hard that her hands were shaking. She finally stopped laughing and bandaged Zhou Shixun's wound. After she was done, she couldn't help laughing again.
The main reason is that I really can't connect the name with Zhou Shixun.
Zhou Shixun sat there in silence. After he got dressed, he saw Sheng Anning still sitting opposite him, smiling sweetly. He felt helpless: "I'm leaving first. You lock the door by yourself at night."
Sheng An Ning smiled with tears in her eyes, and nodded brightly: "Okay, be careful on the road, and make sure to rest at night."
After Zhou Shixun left, Sheng Anning lay on her back on the bed, still grinning, and murmured, "Zhou Changsuo..."
I couldn't help laughing again, and I felt like I wasn't majestic anymore.
Just when she was laughing happily, she suddenly remembered something and sat up again. She seemed to have seen a dark red birthmark on Zhou Shixun's waist?
Is it the blood stain that was not wiped clean?
The previous few times, I didn’t have the courage to look closely, and last night at Zhou’s house the lighting was too dim, so I didn’t notice it.
I saw it just now, but I was so busy laughing at Zhou Shixun's previous name that I ignored...
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