"Oh." Zhong Mingwei nodded woodenly, his eyes fixed on the bright red brazier, and he said nothing for a long time.
"Your injury is much more serious than that girl's. You have to take good care of yourself, but don't go out again," Grandma Chen looked at him for a long time without saying a word. She couldn't help but said, "Don't worry. We will take good care of the girl. Although Qingxuan is not a doctor, his medical skills are quite good. He said it's okay. It must be okay, don't worry."
Zhong Mingwei slowly raised his head and fixed his eyes on Chen Qingxuan's face. He stared at Chen Qingxuan. It was not until Chen Qingxuan turned away uncomfortably that he slowly spoke: "Mr. Chen?"
"It's me, what's your name?" Chen Qingxuan bowed to Zhong Mingwei. First, Zhong Mingwei was Ah Chou's elder. He naturally had to respect him. Second, he admired Zhong Mingwei in his heart, but he didn't get a response from Zhong Mingwei for a long time. Chen Qingxuan had to stand up straight again, and when he met Zhong Mingwei's eyes again, Chen Qingxuan suddenly trembled all over.
How can I describe that kind of look?
He stared at Chen Qingxuan with disgust and coldness that he could not conceal. Then he turned his face away silently, his Adam's apple moving up and down a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but also seemed to be enduring something.
This man was hostile to him. This was Chen Qingxuan's first reaction, but he felt puzzled in his heart. This was the first time they met, and he was the one who rescued this man and Achou from the snow. So why would this man be hostile to him?
Chen Qingxuan thought that he was overthinking it, but when he looked at this man, he always felt that there was a layer of coldness around him. Just now, when he and Grandma Chen came in, this man's eyes were filled with deep gratitude.
"Are you hungry? I have red bean and millet porridge in the pot. How about I serve you a bowl?" Grandma Chen did not notice the subtlety between the two men and asked Zhong Mingwei enthusiastically.
"No need," Zhong Mingwei said to Grandma Chen, while looking up at Chen Qingxuan, "Mr. Chen, please help me go see my girl."
"I just said that she's fine and is asleep now. If you go over now, you'll disturb her rest." Chen Qingxuan was holding back his anger and tried hard to suppress it. "Let's wait until tomorrow morning, and then I'll help you go over to see her..."
"Thank you." Zhong Mingwei suddenly interrupted Chen Qingxuan's words. He looked up at Chen Qingxuan and stretched out his arm to him.
"Yes," Chen Qingxuan felt his scalp tingling as he was stared at by those deep eyes. This person was clearly looking up at him, but somehow, he always felt that this person was the one looking down on him. He said nothing more, bent down, took a pair of slippers from the bedside, and then carefully helped Zhong Mingwei up.
After all, his foot was injured. Every time Zhong Mingwei took a step, he felt like he was stepping on the tip of a knife. He was actually unwilling to let Chen Qingxuan support him, but he had to lean most of his body weight on Chen Qingxuan. Even so, his forehead was still covered with fine beads of sweat. It was so painful, not only in his foot, but also in his knees. Every time he moved, Zhong Mingwei clenched his teeth three points tighter.
Grandma Chen followed behind him and couldn't help feeling sympathy when she saw Zhong Mingwei limping. This man's leg was too lame and he had been frozen in the snow for so long. Even though Chen Qingxuan cleaned his wound and applied medicine to him, he was still too frozen. When applying medicine to him in the morning, Chen Qingxuan sighed, fearing that his leg would become even more lame in the future and he might not even be able to stand up.
Grandma Chen did not simply sympathize with Zhong Mingwei. She felt that Achou's life would be even more difficult in the future. After all, having such a disabled uncle in the family meant that Achou had a huge stone pressing on her heart and body in her life. Grandma Chen had always treated Achou as her granddaughter, and now she wanted Achou to be her grandson's wife. So at this moment, she felt even worse and made up her mind to take good care of Achou in the future and not let this girl suffer too much.
Zhong Mingwei was finally supported by Chen Qingxuan and limped into a room. As soon as he entered the room, what caught his eye was a tidy desk with pens, ink, paper and inkstone on it. Behind it was a large bookshelf, which was full of books. Just as Ah Chou had told him before, Chen Qingxuan's family had a large collection of books.
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