"Bah! You're just talking nonsense!" Ah Chou spat at Zhong Mingwei in a low voice, and couldn't help but curled his lips and smiled, "Who doesn't look good in new clothes? They all look good."
"I don't know whether other people are pretty or not. I just know that our girl is the prettiest." Zhong Mingwei said seriously, totally unaware of how disgusting his words were.
"Bah! You are so slick and shameless." Ah Chou cursed Zhong Mingwei, but his eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles. He took a comb from the kang and handed it to Zhong Mingwei. He got into the man's arms and said coquettishly, "Please braid my hair. I can't braid it as well as you do."
"Okay, I'll comb your hair..." Zhong Mingwei took the comb and was about to comb Ah Chou's hair. He saw Ah Chou crawling to the edge of the bed, reaching down and grabbing a piece of clothing.
"Put on your clothes first," Ah Chou was too embarrassed to look at Zhong Mingwei, and threw the clothes in his hand at Zhong Mingwei's face. He muttered, "You are getting more and more shameless. You take off your clothes without saying a word, bah!"
Zhong Mingwei laughed. He put on his clothes and held Ah Chou in his arms. He skillfully combed Ah Chou's hair.
"Why are your knees bandaged?" Ah Chou saw that both of Zhong Mingwei's knees were tightly wrapped in gauze, and they immediately shook. She didn't dare to touch them. She turned around and asked Zhong Mingwei, "What happened to your legs? Didn't you say it was just a skin injury? Why are your knees still bandaged?"
"It's really just a superficial wound. The doctor said there's coldness inside. Take this opportunity to completely remove the root of it for me," Zhong Mingwei explained hurriedly. He didn't want to go into too much detail, fearing that Ah Chou would worry, so he explained in a few words, "It looks scary, but once it's healed, the coldness in my legs will be completely removed, and there won't be any hidden dangers anymore."
"Oh, I also heard from Pang Yi that Mr. Gu's medical skills are amazing," Ah Chou finally breathed a sigh of relief, and frowned as he asked Zhong Mingwei, "How did he treat you? Why is it still wrapped in gauze? Is it broken inside? Does it hurt?"
"It hurt at first, but it doesn't hurt much now," Zhong Mingwei said truthfully. For several days in a row, the skin and flesh above the knee were cut off, which was really painful. But since he saw Ah Chou, Zhong Mingwei didn't feel the pain anymore. While speaking, Zhong Mingwei leaned over and kissed Ah Chou's cheek, and whispered, "I'm not afraid of the pain, as long as it will heal in the future."
"Yes, it's worth it no matter how painful it is." Ah Chou also nodded, but she couldn't help but her eyes turned red. She turned her head away and wiped the wet corners of her eyes silently.
Zhong Mingwei is proud. No matter his background or his personality, he should be the proudest man in the world. He has plenty of capital to be proud. But ever since Achou came to Ningguta, she has never felt that Zhong Mingwei has been proud. Not only is he not proud, he also exudes a sense of sadness from time to time. He also loves to laugh, but no matter how much he laughs, the sadness and loneliness in his eyes cannot be concealed. Achou knows where the crux of the problem lies.
Perhaps Zhong Mingwei has really let go of the people and things in the capital, but these two crippled legs are something he can't let go of no matter what. Achou doesn't despise Zhong Mingwei, and has long been prepared for the possibility that Zhong Mingwei may be crippled for the rest of his life, but Zhong Mingwei despises herself in her heart. Achou can do many things, such as washing clothes, cooking, cleaning, and embroidering. She is worthy of being a virtuous woman, but she can't make Zhong Mingwei proud again.
Unless he can stand up again.
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"Zhong Mingwei." Achou suddenly shouted.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Zhong Mingwei responded, still lowering his head and conscientiously braiding Achou's hair.
"Have you learned how to tie your hair?" Ah Chou stared at a red candle on the table. She went down the mountain to buy candles before the New Year, but they were out of stock that day, so she had to buy a red candle. Although it was a little more expensive than ordinary candles, it looked much better.
"What's wrong?" Zhong Mingwei finished braiding his hair, reached out to take the yellow silk and tied it up, and said, "Girl, don't you like braiding your hair? Are you starting to like bunning your hair?"
"No..." Ah Chou bit his lip lightly, and then tried to make his voice sound calm, "Hurry up and learn how to do your hair. We'll get married when your leg is healed. You said you would comb my hair when we get married. Zhong Mingwei, I, I want to get married."
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