Zhao Luochuan ran fast and returned in half the hour of usual time. He handed Zhu Cuilan a box and told her to apply it directly to the wound and asked her to apply it to Zhao Fangchu.
Zhao Luochuan carefully applied the burn medicine on the reddish area, blowing on it while applying it, fearing that Yang Donghu would feel uncomfortable.
Zhao Luochuan was thinking too much. The water in winter was too cold. Yang Donghu's hands were a little stiff at this moment. He didn't feel anything when applying the medicine. Even if he didn't blow on it, he didn't feel any pain.
Almost everything was blown up today. After all, he was injured in his own yard, so Zhu Cuilan felt a little guilty. She quickly asked Yang Donghu to go back and rest, and she would take care of the rest.
"Okay, then I'll take him back first." Zhao Luochuan applied the medicine and held Yang Donghu's cold hand tightly.
Zhu Cuilan nodded and said, "Hurry back. Be careful with your hands after applying the medicine. Don't let them come into contact with raw water. It will take longer to heal and you will have to suffer for a few more days."
"Oh, I understand, auntie, it's not a big deal." Yang Donghu responded.
Zhao Fangchu was even more depressed than before. Although he usually looked carefree, he was actually very thoughtful. At this moment, he lowered his head and didn't say a word.
Yang Donghu was afraid that Zhao Fangchu would feel guilty, so before leaving, he smiled and said to him, "Fangchu, I'm going back first."
Zhao Fangchu looked up and responded, waving to him.
The stove in the room was lit again and soon it didn't feel cold anymore.
Zhao Luochuan asked him to sit on the bed and he went to boil a pot of hot water for him.
After frying things all day, he always felt a greasy smell on his body. The bedding on the bed had been changed, washed and dried two days ago, and Yang Donghu was reluctant to lie down on the bed directly.
He and Zhao Luochuan had a disagreement. It was inconvenient to take a bath in winter. Not only did it cost a lot of firewood to take a bath, but it was also troublesome to boil hot water in pots.
But Yang Donghu could always smell the oil on his body, and he would definitely stink if he didn't take a shower.
Zhao Luochuan couldn't do anything about him, and said helplessly: "I'm not worried about the trouble, but your hands have just been medicated, so you can't get them wet. Besides, the bath water is so hot, and the steam will make your hands hurt even more after a while."
What Zhao Luochuan said was right, and Yang Donghu had no way to refute it, but he just refused to go to bed.
"Taking a shower definitely won't work. How about this, I get you a basin of hot water and wipe your body with it. That would be the same." Zhao Luochuan discussed.
Who will wipe it? Yang Donghu shook his head. It was still daylight outside. How could he wipe himself? It was embarrassing enough.
Zhao Luochuan said with a wicked smile, "Why not? It's the same if you just wipe it. I will definitely wipe it clean for you, without any smell at all. Okay, I'll go boil some water for you."
Yang Donghu shook his head even more vigorously, and his face became even redder than the wound on his hand.
Zhao Luochuan said, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your agreement. I'll go boil some water and it will be ready in a moment."
After saying that, without waiting for Yang Donghu to speak, he turned and left the room.
This time Zhao Luochuan learned his lesson. Not only did he lock the courtyard gate tightly, he also closed the door of the main room. From the outside, it seemed as if no one was in the room.
When winter came, the windows were covered with a layer of rice paper soaked in tung oil, so you couldn't see what was inside from the outside.
When Zhao Luochuan came in with hot water, Yang Donghu retreated to the corner. Seeing that he looked serious, he gritted his teeth and said shyly, "You are playing rogue."
"We are already husband and wife, and we have done what we should do. Why should you be embarrassed to be with me? Don't worry, I won't look around. After I finish wiping, you can lie down on the bed. It will be done in a moment, quickly." Zhao Luochuan coaxed softly while leading Yang Donghu to the bed.
Yang Donghu was reluctant at first and held on to his collar tightly, but later he was tricked into half-heartedly unbuttoning his clothes.
It was not cold in the room. Yang Donghu had taken off all his clothes. He could clearly feel Zhao Luochuan's big hands wandering on his body, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
Zhao Luochuan half-hugged Yang Donghu in his arms, and used a towel soaked in hot water to stroke her fair and tender skin inch by inch, feeling an unstoppable impulse in his heart.
Yang Donghu shivered as he was touched all over. He could clearly feel the hand that had touched him had changed. He said in a trembling voice, "Are you done? I don't want to do it anymore. It's too cold."
When Zhao Luochuan heard him say he was cold, he stopped moving. It was painful enough to burn his hands, he couldn't let them get cold again.
He reluctantly withdrew his hand, opened the quilt on the bed, wrapped Yang Donghu in it, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'll go get some water."
Zhao Luochuan went out in anger, unable to suppress the impulse. Anyway, he had sweated today, so he mixed the remaining hot water with cold water and took a bath, and then he felt better.
While he was out, Yang Donghu quickly put on clean clothes and curled up in the quilt without moving.
The two of them had no appetite for dinner that night, so they just wanted to hug each other and sleep first, and talk about it later when they woke up.
But there was a lot of noise under the quilt for a while, and when I got up again, it was already the next day.
They fried New Year's goods yesterday, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve. The day for sweeping the house had long passed, but when they came back from Zhu Cuilan's parents' home that day, half a day had already passed, so they decided to sweep the house after they finished the things at hand.
I finally finished all the work in a hurry. I should clean the house thoroughly when I have some free time today.
Yesterday, Yang Donghu injured his hand, but Zhao Luochuan refused to let him do it. Even though Yang Donghu told him several times that it was no longer a problem, Zhao Luochuan pretended not to hear.
Get rid of bad luck and bad luck.
Zhao Luochuan is also very nimble. Although he is tall, he doesn't need to stand on a stool when sweeping the beams. He can just stand on a higher stool to see the beams, which saves a lot of effort.
I took all the kitchen utensils to the yard and cleaned them carefully. When I put them back, the kitchen felt a lot brighter.
They worked from early morning until the afternoon and finally washed everything. During this time, Yang Donghu tried to intervene several times but was stopped by Zhao Luochuan, who said that if he really wanted to help, he could just move a stool and sit next to him to talk and relieve his boredom.
Yang Donghu has been spending the New Year alone for a long time and hasn't done these ritualistic things for a long time.
He thought, so this is what it feels like to have someone accompany you during the New Year. It’s so nice.
Zhao Luochuan didn't know what he was thinking, but he cleaned very hard. It was the first time for the two of them to celebrate the New Year at home, so they couldn't be careless.
In the middle of the night, Zhao Luochuan secretly went out without telling Yang Donghu, and he was carrying something in his arms, looking sneaky.
Yang Donghu narrowed his eyes and stopped Zhao Luochuan before he went out, wanting to know what he was going to do.
Zhao Luochuan kept his mouth tightly shut and didn't reveal a single word.
Although Yang Donghu had doubts in his heart, he was not worried that Zhao Luochuan would do anything bad. If he didn't want to say it, then don't say it. He would know it in the future.
Dusk fell, and it was the last night before the New Year. The smell of the New Year was everywhere. Yang Donghu fell into a deep sleep with a smile on his face and sweet dreams.
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