357: Thank you for being by my side
The row of warehouses opposite was burned down, but the row where Yu Jiahui lived was safe and sound.
After entering the room, Yu Jiahui turned on the light, sat on the wooden bed, and asked the nurse to check his wound.
Fortunately, the injury was not serious, just a minor burn and a few small blisters on the ankle. They will heal with some medicine and should not leave any particularly obvious scars.
The medical worker squatted there to disinfect Yu Jiahui's legs.
Yu Xiaoye stood by and looked at the two burned legs. Even though he knew the injury was not serious, he couldn't help but tear up.
Not wanting her father to see her crying, she had to walk to the side and wipe her tears secretly with her back to her father.
The fire was finally over!
There were no casualties - the only injured person was her father.
Yu Xiaoye was both proud and distressed.
Just when he was feeling complicated, Zhou Ziheng walked over, raised his hand and patted Yu Xiaoye's thin shoulder.
This action was just caught by Yu Jiahui.
Yu Jiahui stared at the two of them, but Zhou Ziheng just silently comforted Yu Xiaoye without taking any further action. The two of them did not speak, let alone make eye contact.
Perhaps, this is just an ordinary comfort?
Well, it must be!
The medical worker applied ointment on both of Yu Jiahui's legs, gave him two bottles of medicine, and a packet of oral anti-inflammatory medicine, and told him to keep his legs clean, not to come into contact with dirty things, and try not to do heavy work. He was told not to work as a blacksmith for the time being and to wait until he recovered before working.
Yu Jiahui suddenly thought of the propaganda team's performance. Damn it, the performance is only a few days away. Will the leg injury delay his performance?
——It shouldn’t be a delay. If it really doesn’t work, just wrap it in a layer of gauze and wear pants on the outside. Who will see it?
After the nurse left, Yu Xiaoye used the teacup his father used to drink water from to scoop a glass of water for his father.
Yu Jiahui was busy all night and was very thirsty. He held the teacup and gulped down the tea.
He put down the jar, looked at his daughter's red eyes, and smiled:
"Go back. I'm fine now. The fire is out. Go back to sleep and get enough rest so that we can continue rehearsing tomorrow."
Yu Xiaoye didn't leave, she wanted to stay and take care of her father.
Zhou Ziheng saw what she was thinking and advised:
"Go back, leave this to me, I will take care of your dad."
After saying this, fearing that Yu Xiaoye would still not leave, he deliberately added:
"It's not convenient for you to be here."
This really worked, Yu Xiaoye nodded:
"Then I'll trouble you, Director."
"fine."
"Dad, then you should have a good rest. I will come to see you tomorrow morning."
"Go ahead."
Yu Xiaoye turned around and left reluctantly.
When they were almost at the door, Zhou Ziheng said to Yu Jiahui:
"I'll go see her off."
It just so happened that Yu Jiahui was not too confident about letting his daughter go back alone. It was probably a mess outside, so it would be nice to have someone to take his daughter back.
Yu Jiahui believed in Director Zhou's character and believed that he would not do anything to his daughter.
Zhou Ziheng sent Yu Xiaoye back to the dormitory.
On the way, Zhou Ziheng found that Yu Xiaoye was silent and depressed. He thought that the little girl was timid and was frightened by the fire. Zhou Ziheng deliberately said in a relaxed tone:
"Your father is amazing. You two always impress me."
Yu Xiaoye still didn't say anything, but nodded lazily in response.
Zhou Ziheng added:
"Okay, don't be afraid. I'll be there for you in the future."
Yu Xiaoye finally spoke:
"Thank you, Director."
"I've already told you, don't be so polite to me all the time. Don't keep thanking me. It's too distant."
The two chatted casually and walked to the entrance of the alley where Yu Xiaoye's dormitory was.
Yu Xiaoye stopped:
"Okay, I'm here, you can go back."
Zhou Ziheng felt a little distressed when he saw the lonely look on the little girl's face. He raised his eyes and looked around to see that there was no one around. Everyone had returned to the dormitory to rest. It was quiet all around. Zhou Ziheng bravely stepped forward and gently took Yu Xiaoye into his arms.
Yu Xiaoye did not resist and let him hold her obediently.
His embrace made her feel safe.
Zhou Ziheng hugged the little girl's thin body, patted her back twice, and kissed her hair without desire:
"It's okay, I'm here."
Yu Xiaoye buried his face in Zhou Ziheng's arms and whispered softly:
"Thank you, thank you for being there for me."
Carrying the warmth in the man's arms, Yu Xiaoye returned to the dormitory.
The people in the dormitory were lying on the kang, not asleep, and were still discussing the fire.
Although the fire was a little far away from them, they were all frightened.
As soon as Yu Xiaoye came back, they asked Yu Xiaoye about the details.
Yu Xiaoye said a few simple words, then took off his clothes and went to bed.
I originally thought I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, but I unexpectedly felt at ease, as if I was not lying on a cold, hard kang, but in Zhou Ziheng's arms. I could even vaguely smell the familiar and pleasant scent of the man.
After smelling this scent, I fell into a deep sleep in a short while.
——
On the other side, in the repair shop.
Early in the morning, just as the sky was getting light, the old blacksmith woke up on time.
When I woke up, I opened my eyes, looked at the roof, and felt that something was wrong.
I actually heard a slight snoring sound.
When I turned my head, there was a person lying next to me!
It’s that old bastard Yu Jiahui.
The old blacksmith was stunned for a moment and sat up. He was about to ask why you slept in my bed, but before he could open his mouth, he glanced at the whole room and realized that this was not his room and the bed was not his bed.
"……"what happened?
Lao Tie
The carpenter scratched his head, drooped his eyelids, and said coldly:
"What did you do to me?"
Yu Jiahui's snoring stopped abruptly. He opened his eyes and looked coldly at the old blacksmith, saying:
"I thought you were dead. I almost buried you last night."
“…”
The old blacksmith couldn't figure out what happened last night, but when he heard a commotion outside and smelled a strong smell of fireworks, he wanted to get out of bed to see what was going on. He looked down and saw Yu Jiahui's legs exposed, all red and yellow, with a few bright blisters on his ankles, obviously burned by fire.
“??!!”
The old blacksmith felt as if he had woken up to a completely different world.
He didn't ask any more questions and got out of bed.
As soon as he opened the door, coincidentally, his niece, Ma Qiuju, the wife of Director Sui, appeared at the door, holding a large earthenware jar in one hand and a small iron spoon in the other, and was about to knock on the door.
Seeing her uncle standing here alive, Ma Qiuju immediately smiled. The smile lasted less than two seconds before her face darkened and she gritted her teeth and said,
"Uncle, you've killed someone!"
“???”
The old blacksmith was confused. He saw the earthenware jar in his niece's hand and wondered what delicious food was inside. He reached out to take it, but his niece pushed him away and walked inside. She said to Yu Jiahui, who was still lying on the bed, in a flattering tone:
"Lao Yu, Lao Yu, come on, get up quickly. I made a jar of brown sugar water and boiled eight eggs. Come on and eat!"
The old blacksmith blinked, confused.
Eight, eight eggs?!
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