"No need. I have been offering sacrifices to my mother for thirty years, which is considered filial piety. Now it's time for me to celebrate my own birthday," Zhong Mingwei said to Ah Chou with a smile, while lowering his head to continue picking noodles. He slurped it into his mouth and said vaguely. "Girl, longevity noodles are really delicious."
Ah Chou looked at the back of his head and saw that his neck was slightly sweaty. It was nothing serious. She felt uncomfortable and nervous, and wanted to cry. She sat back down. She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped his sweat. She said softly, "Zhong Mingwei, I will make longevity noodles for you every year from now on."
"Okay," Zhong Mingwei ate his noodles in silence. His voice was a little unclear and a little hoarse. Ah Chou had an illusion that Zhong Mingwei was crying. Just as she was surprised, she saw Zhong Mingwei raised his face. He smiled at her and said, "Girl, wipe my face. It's been dampened by the heat."
"Okay." Ah Chou looked at the wet face and the slightly red eyes, and said nothing more. He held the handkerchief and wiped him carefully.
"By the way, girl, I asked you just now, how do you make such long noodles?" Zhong Mingwei lowered his head to eat noodles again. While eating, he did not forget to continue the previous question, "How can you make such long noodles without breaking?"
"Hehe, I have an exclusive secret recipe, which cannot be easily passed on to others," Ah Chou laughed, picked up the bowl again, and looked at Zhong Mingwei mischievously, "But if you promise to go to the yard to bask in the sun today, I will tell you."
"Okay, but you will definitely be tired then." Zhong Mingwei said.
In the past two days, Zhong Mingwei's health has improved a little. His arms are very flexible and his back is stronger. But his legs are still soft and cannot be used at all. Two days ago, Achou began to help Zhong Mingwei get out of bed and try to stand, but they were unsuccessful. Once, Achou fell while trying to help him and his arm was bruised. Zhong Mingwei was very angry at the time and said he would never get out of bed again no matter what. Achou was anxious, but could not force him, so Achou chose a good time to say this today.
Sure enough, Zhong Mingwei did not refuse, but agreed readily.
"What's the point of being tired? I'm happy to accompany you." Ah Chou laughed and lowered her head to continue slurping noodles. The little bun on the back of her head tied with a red hairband moved with the movement of her eating noodles, like some kind of furry little animal.
Zhong Mingwei stared at the little girl without blinking, his heart almost melting.
He was no longer the respected and honored Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace. He was a worthless commoner. No, he was even worse than a commoner. His life was in the hands of someone in some unknown mansion in the capital, or in the hands of his father. He could die at any time. Not only that, he was paralyzed and could not take care of himself. He dragged his half-dead body and struggled to survive in such a shameful and sad way...
How pitiful and miserable he is.
But he felt that this was the best time he had ever had.
He would rather lie paralyzed like this forever...
No!
He couldn't just lie there, he had to stand up. He wanted to repay this silly, stupid and even ugly girl.
No, not just repaying.
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After breakfast, Achou came up to the bed and massaged Zhong Mingwei's back for more than half an hour, and then began to massage his legs. Zhong Mingwei's legs used to be stiff, and although the skin on the outside was a little loose, the flesh inside was as hard as stone, and Achou had a hard time massaging them. After such a long period of massage, Zhong Mingwei's legs are now much softer than before, and their elasticity has been restored, becoming more and more like the legs and feet of a normal man, but he just can't exert any strength in his legs.
"Don't worry, we have only just started. Do you want to become a fat man in one go?" Ah Chou rubbed his legs and encouraged him. "It's only been a little over two months, and look how nimble your hands are. Forget about picking up noodles with chopsticks. If I give you a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, I think you can write like a dragon. Oh... By the way, how's your handwriting?"
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