"Look up," Zhong Mingwei stretched out his hand to hold Ah Chou's face. As soon as his big hand touched Ah Chou's face, Zhong Mingwei was startled. The face was wet. Zhong Mingwei panicked. "Girl, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"
Ah Chou said nothing. He just kept shaking his head. Then he buried his head in his big hands and started crying.
"Girl, don't cry," Zhong Mingwei couldn't bear to see Ah Chou cry. But this girl didn't know why she had so many tears. She cried when she was happy, when she was sad, and when she was wronged. He had never seen such a crying girl before. Zhong Mingwei really couldn't do anything about her. He was afraid of dropping her if he held her in his hands. He was afraid of melting her if he held her in his mouth. "Girl, be careful or you'll feel dizzy. Stop crying. Stop crying."
After crying for a long time, Ah Chou finally stopped, and she was twitching. Zhong Mingwei hurriedly brought a bowl of tea over and fed it to her, but Ah Chou shook her head and refused to drink. Zhong Mingwei finally got angry and said, "Drink it quickly. If you dare to be stubborn again, I will beat you!"
Ah Chou stared at him with red eyes, but finally drank half a bowl of water obediently, and then he finally stopped twitching.
"Why are you crying?" Zhong Mingwei asked Ah Chou to sit opposite him, and asked him seriously, like a stern teacher scolding a child, "If you dare not tell the truth, I will beat you! I will really beat you! I'm not trying to scare you!"
"I, I think I'm so bad," Ah Chou hung his head, stared at his toes, paused, and added in a low voice, "Not only bad, but also selfish."
What is this getting into?
Zhong Mingwei frowned and rubbed Ah Chou's little head with his hand: "Tell me what's wrong with you? And where are you selfish? If you can't explain it clearly, I will still beat you."
"I... I just don't want others to know that you're well, not even the Queen Mother... can't," Ah Chou spoke again after a long while. She lowered her head even lower, and her braided pigtail slid down and hung to one side. Her voice became even quieter. "I know the Queen Mother must be very worried about you, but I still don't want her to know. I just want them to think that you're still half-dead, and that you'll never get well in this lifetime..."
"Why?" Zhong Mingwei's voice softened a lot. He looked at the shiny pigtail and liked it more and more. He habitually reached out and grasped the end of the pigtail, rubbing it gently.
"I'm afraid she'll come and snatch you from me...hiss!" At this point, Ah Chou got a little excited and suddenly raised her head to look at Zhong Mingwei. The action was so sudden that Zhong Mingwei didn't have time to react. He grabbed the end of her braid, and then Ah Chou covered her head and screamed, "Ah! It hurts so much!"
Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he let go and crawled over to check: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
"Who told you to always pick on people's little braids for no reason?!" Ah Chou covered his head and grinned aggrievedly, "You are a grown man in his thirties, and you always pick on people's little braids for no reason. Is there anyone like you?"
"Yes, yes, I was wrong, I was wrong. Come, let me rub it for you," Zhong Mingwei was embarrassed and distressed. He reached out and pulled Ah Chou, letting the angry little girl lie on his thighs. Then he gently untied the braids and gently rubbed the little girl's scalp while asking softly, "Does it hurt here? Does it hurt a lot?"
"Well, it hurts everywhere, rub it all for me." Ah Chou lay on Zhong Mingwei's legs and felt less aggrieved, but her heart was still uneasy. Zhong Mingwei was so good to her, so why was she so bad?
"Girl, your hair has grown long, almost reaching your waist." Zhong Mingwei rubbed Ah Chou's scalp with one hand and gently stroked Ah Chou's soft and smooth hair. "When it grows a little longer, I will learn how to braid your hair."
"Zhong Mingwei, you...you don't have to be so nice to me," Ah Chou's eyes were wet again, "I don't deserve you to be like this, I'm really not good, not good at all..."
"Didn't we agree that we are evenly matched and neither of us will look down on each other?" Zhong Mingwei said softly.
"That's also half a pound of scrap iron against eight ounces of gold," Ah Chou muttered in a low voice, "I am scrap iron, and you are gold."
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