Chapter 72 The Little Mute Learns to Speak~
On the return trip, Li Jichuan smiled as he removed a withered blade of grass from Su Pu's hair.
Winter is really coming...
Thinking back to the first time, or rather, the time I saw Su Pu after many years, it was still midsummer.
Li Jichuan sighed at the passage of time.
With a sudden tightening of his grip, the little mute tried to pull his hand away, biting his lip in embarrassment, his eyes constantly glancing towards the driver in the front seat.
Li Jichuan deliberately prevented him from leaving, teasing him.
The two began a silent "battle" in the back row.
After a moment of awkward silence, Li Jichuan was amused. He grabbed the hand tightly and pulled the person into his arms before finally feeling at ease.
He wasn't as thin-skinned as Su Pu. Having finally found true love, he didn't want to be apart from her for even a second.
Who cares what the driver thinks? Even if we take a step back, they've been married for a long time.
When two people truly love each other, anything they do is understandable.
"Do you know, the day I had my car accident two years ago, you saved me..."
Su Pu paused for a moment, then nodded.
He had only just rediscovered this memory.
His brain filtered this event as unacceptable, so it preferred to remove it from his memory.
Su Pu thought to herself that the doctor was right; he really didn't know himself well enough.
Regarding this matter, Li Jichuan felt both regret and relief.
In the immediate aftermath of the car accident, he was in extremely poor mental condition, resistant to communicating with the outside world, and even contemplated suicide several times.
The physical pain was minor; the mental torment was unbearable. He went from being a healthy, fearless man to being crippled, covered in horrific scars, and reliant on a wheelchair for all his mobility.
He couldn't stand the way others looked at him, and he couldn't stand their pity.
If he were to truly become an outcast, he would choose to be the most prominent and arrogant one in the crowd, rather than the most pitiful and inspiring one.
So, at that moment, even if Su Pu really remembered everything, he would only instruct his family to take some money to thank Su Pu for saving his life.
Thinking of this, Li Jichuan took Su Pu's hand, brought it to his lips, and gently kissed the back of his hand.
"Xiao Pu, you are my lucky star..."
After meeting you, I realized that the closest thing to "vulgarity" is actually happiness.
I am willing to love you in such a cliché way, and I hope that all cliché blessings will come true for us.
I want to grow old with you, to be of one heart forever; I also want to live in harmony with you, our hearts intertwined.
Su Pu found the other person's sudden clinginess extremely nauseating and difficult to resist.
Yet, in the blink of an eye, a few tears of happiness rolled down her cheeks.
...
Three days later, Li Jichuan was going to rehabilitation again.
Su Pu had made preparations well in advance and insisted on going no matter what.
Li Jichuan couldn't persuade him otherwise, and finally relented and agreed.
Unexpectedly, after a rehabilitation session, the little mute boy cried even more than he did.
Their eyes were swollen and their noses were blocked; anyone who didn't know better would think they had experienced some kind of life-or-death separation.
As she entered the hall, Su Pu even cried so hard that her steps faltered and she nearly stumbled forward.
Finally, Li Jichuan grabbed her, pressed her onto his lap, and carried her out the door.
After they left, the two girls at the front desk whispered to each other.
"Who's actually doing the rehabilitation?"
"I don't know, but that little girl was crying so sadly..."
Once on the bus, Su Pu was still crying. Between sobs, she pulled out her phone from her down jacket pocket and mumbled something.
Li Jichuan had been holding back for a long time, but he couldn't help it anymore. He scratched his head and asked.
"Xiao Pu, my grandfather has been gone for a long time, do we still need to write a record for him?"
If you have the energy, can't you write something for me?
Su Pu opened her mouth, surprised, and then handed him her phone without any hesitation.
[On November 10th, a total of 14 falls were recorded; the time taken to stand independently was 4 seconds; and the distance moved while walking was 40cm.]
Li Jichuan's nose tingled, and he handed the phone back, pursing his lips to maintain a stubbornness reminiscent of a young man, "Why are you remembering all this?"
"And another thing, when are you going to finish using this phone? I gave you a secondary SIM card, why didn't you buy a better one..."
Su Pu's phone is old, I don't know how many years it has been used, and the response speed is very slow.
He put the old phone back in his pocket, placed it on Li Jichuan's hand, and smiled gently.
With a shift in his gaze, the little mute pointed out the window and silently uttered an "Ah."
Li Jichuan looked outwards.
It's snowing.
This is the second snowfall of the year.
...
Snow fell on Yuncheng, accumulating on the ground like soft, fluffy steamed sugar cake.
Before the second snowfall had even melted, a third snowfall soon followed...
Time moves faster than falling snow, quietly turning several pages of the calendar, and the north wind blows away the last withered leaf hanging on the treetop.
By the end of December, Yuncheng was already covered in silver, and the snow-covered roads were as pure and holy as the clouds.
In just one month, Su Pu conducted several more psychological counseling sessions.
Based on his condition, the doctor devised a completely new treatment plan for him, including vocal guidance and hypnosis aimed at restoring his memories.
Su Pu has developed several new coffees, his inspiration hidden in the little details of life, ingenious and vivid.
Oh, by the way, in order to better observe people, Pei Zhicheng became a regular at the coffee shop.
He would come when Ouyang was there, and sometimes he would come when Su Pu was there but Ouyang wasn't.
Su Pu gave him a sample of the newly developed coffee. Pei Zhicheng smiled awkwardly, scratched his neck, and finally managed to utter a sentence after a long pause.
"Delicious...really, delicious!"
Su Pu smiled and gave him a dessert.
But Pei Zhicheng still prefers the coffee he makes.
After packing the new products, Su Pu took off her apron and went upstairs to deliver them.
Li Jichuan remained busy, with the election of a new board of directors imminent, and the competition between him and his aunt Li Shuwen had clearly reached a fever pitch.
Without Su Hui's probing tactics, the contest between the two sides becomes even more unpredictable.
Li Jichuan dared not relax for a moment.
Su Pu knocked on the door and brought coffee, but lingered there, reluctant to leave.
Feeling the intense gaze, Li Jichuan quickly finished his work and looked up at him.
"Xiao Pu, what's wrong?"
Su Pu looked into his eyes, which shimmered like water, hesitating and then seemed to back down.
Li Jichuan could only speak to himself, "Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, let's go to Anderson's house for a party, okay?"
Su Pu nodded, then thought that with Christmas approaching, it wouldn't hurt to give a gift in advance.
He approached, grabbed Li Jichuan's index finger, and opened his mouth.
"Um?"
Li Jichuan was puzzled.
Su Pu grabbed his finger and put it in her mouth.
Her soft tongue enveloped his fingertips.
"Xiao Pu, we're still at the company..."
Li Jichuan's eyes darkened, and his temples throbbed.
It's a sign of being overly excited.
The next second, a soft sound, almost like "uh," escaped from Su Pu's lips.
Immediately afterwards, Su Pu flattened his tongue and let out another "Ah".
Li Jichuan's body stiffened, and he stared blankly at him.
"Xiao Pu."
Su Pu released his fingers, then gently leaned close to his ear with tender eyes.
Let out a weak, breathy call:
“Li…”
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