Chapter 65 Chapter 8 Sending the doctor away, looking at Xie Qingyu, and...
After sending the doctor away, Song Boyuan looked at Xie Qingyu who was still helping him, and felt a little strange.
I thought that when Xie Qingyu saw him like this, she would leave without looking back.
I didn't expect that he hadn't left yet.
She even stayed and took care of him wholeheartedly.
"Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?" Muran looked up. Song Boyuan was staring at him intently. Xie Qingyu blinked unnaturally.
Song Boyuan was like a big dog whose tail was caught. He instantly lay down and closed his eyes.
He didn't look at Xie Qingyu again.
Xie Qingyu smiled and continued to clean up the mess in the room left by the doctor when he treated Song Boyuan.
After Xie Qingyu's figure disappeared and there was no sound, Song Boyuan moved his ears and realized that the person was really gone, so he turned around quickly.
He's really gone. Song Boyuan sighed. It's better that he's gone.
The money was almost gone, he was injured, and now he couldn't do anything.
It's time to go.
There is no security here.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Song Boyuan's face was grim, a melancholy flicker in his eyes. He looked like a pitiful puppy, his head drooping. Seeing this, Xie Qingyu suddenly spoke up.
Feeling sad that Xie Qingyu left like this, Song Boyuan suddenly saw his figure when he was in a daze. He felt embarrassed again and was about to shrink back again.
Xie Qingyu would never give him this opportunity. He quickened his pace with the medicine bowl in hand and grabbed the person who wanted to hide.
"Don't hide, it's time to apply medicine." Before, it was just disinfected and bandaged to prevent further bleeding.
Now I need to apply medicine properly so that I can get better quickly.
Xie Qingyu untied the cloth that bound Song Boyuan. After the doctor's simple treatment, the wound was not as hideous as it was at the beginning.
He spread the black, sticky medicine ball in the bowl into a shape the size of the wound.
Because he was too anxious, the medicine paste was still a little hot, so Xie Qingyu spread it out and let it cool down.
Song Boyuan looked at the man in front of him, concentrating on preparing the paste. His once-fair face was now stained with black stains. There was also a tiny black mark right on the tip of his nose, like a white kitten that had just crawled through the stove.
I instinctively reached out and touched the black mark.
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"What's wrong?" His eyes were red from choking on the firewood, and he looked at Song Boyuan with a questioning look.
Song Boyuan paused with his fingertips and scratched his head: "It's just that the tip of your nose is dirty, let me wipe it."
Xie Qingyu said indifferently: "Don't worry about it, I'll just wash my face in a while."
I felt a cool touch on my leg, and the black medicine spread to the wound.
Xie Qingyu looked at the medicine in front of him and felt depressed. It was good that he didn't have to drink the bitter medicine.
As if they had telepathic connection, Xie Qingyu was thinking this, and Song Boyuan also thought of Xie Qingyu.
"Have you boiled your own medicine? It's almost time to drink it." Although Song Boyuan asked normally, he knew that Xie Qingyu definitely didn't boil it.
"I don't think you can make it. I'll help you later." Song Boyuan gave Xie Qingyu a way out.
Xie Qingyu also followed along: “Yes, tell me how to endure it, and I will go by myself later.”
"I can make fire now." She said with a proud and arrogant look of a kitten.
So cute.
The kitten quietly started to make some small movements. His hands moved much slower and he bandaged the cloth very carefully, so carefully that the front and back of each circle of cloth were clearly arranged.
No matter how slow it is, the bandaging will eventually be completed.
Xie Qingyu bandaged the wound slowly, and Song Boyuan just watched quietly for a long time.
One was bandaging the wound carefully while the other was watching attentively. The two of them spent the long bandaging time in relative harmony.
Worried that Xie Qingyu was exhausted, she said, "I've bandaged it, it's nothing serious. You've worked hard today, so take a good rest! I'll make the medicine for you!"
I rubbed my itchy eyes, causing them to become red.
Xie Qingyu was confused. Seeing Song Boyuan about to get out of bed, she stopped him and said, "I'm not tired yet. I'm going to make some medicine now. You're injured, so you should rest well."
Song Boyuan didn't have time to react before he disappeared in a flash.
Walking into the kitchen, the scene before him made Xie Qingyu feel helpless. He covered his eyes in an attempt to escape reality, but he had no choice but to face it. Everything in the kitchen was placed in a mess, making the already small room seem even more crowded.
The remaining firewood was piled up randomly, and everything around was stained with black powder.
Thinking about Song Boyuan's legs, Xie Qingyu calmed down and patiently put the kitchen items that he had messed up back in their places one by one.
By the time the kitchen was finally no longer an eyesore, Xie Qingyu had become even dirtier.
The faint black marks on the originally fair face have become clusters.
His medicine needed to be simmered slowly over a low fire. Seeing the firewood in the stove blazing steadily, Xie Qingyu was delighted.
But when he thought about the medicine he was cooking, which made him so bitter that he doubted his life, his curved eyebrows smoothed down and the corners of his mouth turned up.
"Great! It's cooked so quickly." Seeing that Xie Qingyu had not come back for a long time, Song Boyuan felt that his legs were not so painful anymore, so he slowly got out of bed and went to the kitchen to check the situation.
The previous tinkling and clanging sounds did not result in any corresponding actions. Instead, the young man was seen sitting next to the stove, staring quietly at the firewood.
The dim firelight shone on the porcelain-white face, and the black spots on the face were vaguely visible. The young man who heard the voice and looked towards him had a pair of sparkling eyes, as if there were stars in them.
Xie Qingyu: "Why are you here? I'll be ready soon. I've already cooked it. I'll definitely drink it."
The person in front of him was holding onto the door frame to support his body. When he left for a while, the smoke spread and choked Song Boyuan. He leaned against the door frame and bent down. His face, which was already a little dark, was covered with a thin layer of red due to difficulty breathing.
After recovering, Song Boyuan was already leaning in Xie Qingyu's arms.
He felt that the young man was going to take him to the bedroom.
"I'm a little cold, I want to stay here and warm myself by the fire."
Xie Qingyu wanted to let people go back and have a good rest, but when he heard these words, his brain reacted for a moment and he realized what he said, and stopped walking back.
"Then I'll help you over."
"good."
Xie Qingyu gave the stool he was originally sitting on to Song Boyuan, found another one not far away, and sat next to Song Boyuan.
As soon as he sat down, holding the firewood in his hand, the coldness of the dead object replaced Song Boyuan's warm hands.
cold?
Someone who is warmer than him actually feels cold?
Xie Qingyu carefully glanced at Song Boyuan next to him. His angular face looked very serious and stiff, as if he had not moved at all since he sat down.
Including expressions.
Doesn't look like someone who would lie.
There was no way Xie Qingyu would think that he had made a wrong judgment.
Just as he was about to think about it in detail, a warm hand took the firewood from his hand: "Are you tired? Let me do it!"
His hands were hot, and Xie Qingyu subconsciously let go of the firewood in his hand.
But the voice was gentle, soft as water. Because of his leg injury, he was still using an awkward posture to add firewood seriously.
Maybe the bedroom is too cold!
The firewood was burning long and long. In the dim flames, the two people sitting next to each other were looking intently at the fire in the stove, but their eyes were wandering around from time to time in private, indicating a slight change in the harmonious atmosphere.
Xie Qingyu didn't know if it was because the light was too bright or the atmosphere was too ambiguous, but she felt hot all over.
My heart was beating so hard, as if it was about to jump out.
"Okay, drink it quickly. Your heartbeat is getting faster. Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Noticing Xie Qingyu's rapid heartbeat, Song Boyuan calmed down and boiled the medicine anxiously and steadily.
But that gaze was terrifyingly focused.
Xie Qingyu took the medicine feeling a little dizzy, took another gulp, and then had a piece of candied fruit.
The bitter taste rushed straight to his head, awakening Xie Qingyu's dizzy consciousness.
Song Boyuan's heartbeat seemed to be faster.
Is it really his illness that causes his rapid heartbeat?
Lying on a bed once again, staring at the ceiling above me, I still hadn't come to a conclusion.
But I discovered a more urgent matter.
It seems like there is almost no rice left in this house.
The workforce was also injured.
Xie Qingyu turned around and looked at Song Boyuan beside him.
Even though it was the third time they lay together, Song Boyuan still wasn't used to it.
Worried about offending the young man next to him, Song Boyuan kept his eyes fixed on the scenery outside the window since he lay down on the bed.
His right ear felt a little hot, as if he was being stared at. Song Boyuan turned his head in confusion and saw Xie Qingyu with a frown on his face.
Under the bright moonlight, the angular face is a little dark, but it is really beautiful.
As their eyes met, Xie Qingyu despised himself inwardly. What was going on? Wasn't he thinking about making money? Why was he observing Song Boyuan?
"What's wrong?" The jade-like face was buried in the quilt. Worried that something had happened, Song Boyuan spoke quickly.
Xie Qingyu glanced at Song Boyuan. Even though he turned sideways to look at him, he couldn't turn around completely because of his leg injury.
Xie Qingyu felt that his conscience would hurt when he told her that he couldn't work and earn money at the moment.
But it would be even worse not to respond to other people’s concern!
Hiding the guilty feeling on his face, Xie Qingyu poked his head out from under the quilt: "It's okay, I just can't sleep."
"Is your heart disease acting up?" Xie Qingyu said he felt uncomfortable. Song Boyuan was afraid that he might have another attack, so he straightened up his body and came close to him to take a closer look.
Through a layer of clothing, there was a warm palm on the chest. It seemed that it could not even be clearly detected, and there was a faint tendency to explore inside.
Xie Qingyu stepped back repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm just thinking about something."
Seeing that Xie Qingyu seemed to be worried, Song Boyuan couldn't bear to disturb her and could only comfort her silently: "It's very late, go to bed early, and you will be fine after a good sleep."
"good."
"I'm up."
When Song Boyuan woke up, he saw Xie Qingyu, who had already gotten up, not far away. She was carrying an enamel bowl and placing it on the table.
"Come and eat, I cooked porridge." Xie Qingyu was very satisfied with the porridge he cooked today.
"How does it taste?" Seeing Song Boyuan pick it up and take a sip, Xie Qingyu asked expectantly.
Under such expectant gaze, Song Boyuan nodded: "It tastes good."
"It's just a bowl of porridge, and you're showing off?" The system couldn't stand the host being so confident, so it jumped out.
Xie Qingyu wouldn't bother with something that has no substance: "You're just saying the grapes are sour because you can't eat them."
The system was helpless and unable to refute, and disappeared angrily.
"Take your time to eat. I'm going to go out for a while."
"good."
The originally unreliable person actually made porridge for him today. Song Boyuan was shocked and then he remembered what to answer.
I hurriedly looked towards the door, but Xie Qingyu had already disappeared.
He lowered his head to look at his gauze-wrapped feet and sighed.
Before Xie Qingyu left, he went back to the Youth League Home first.
Unexpectedly, I met Song Jiale and Fu Chen again.
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