Chapter 19
It was such a familiar voice that I narrowed my eyes in pain to investigate further.
It turned out to be him, the boy with blue eyes.
"You're injured," he said calmly, as if he was simply stating the fact. "Does it hurt?"
My pain was clearly visible on my face, but the boy pretended to be blind. I even suspected he did it on purpose.
He still remembered that I was mute, so before I could say anything, he continued, "You look badly hurt. Are both your legs injured? Do you want them bandaged?"
I shook my head and slowly stood up with the help of the ground. My legs couldn't support my body and I staggered several times when I stood up.
Compared to the kicked right leg, the newly injured left leg is not worth mentioning, but it is still too difficult to stand up and walk.
The boy saw all of this, and his pretty face twisted a little as he frowned. "You look badly injured. Do you really not need a bandage? I've learned how to bandage."
I naturally took it as an invitation to his house.
To be on the safe side, I asked: Do you want to go to your house?
He thought, perhaps he was interpreting my lip movements.
"Home?" The boy paused for a moment and smiled, "Of course, I have to go to a place I'm familiar with to bandage you."
It's still one kilometer away from home. I'm not worried about the time it takes to go back and forth. What I'm worried about is that if Li Ying'an finds out that I'm limping, he will definitely think that I went out to fight. He might restrict me from going out tomorrow. I don't want to miss the opportunity to work because of this and break my promise to Li Ying'an.
Although I can't go to unfamiliar places, I am an adult after all, and the boy in front of me can't sell me out...
I believe that people who treat animals well are always good people.
Finally, I got in the car and the boy took me home.
The towering buildings and skyscrapers represented a prosperity I had only seen but never truly set foot in. Unlike Li Ying'an's rental, the gray walls were covered in the mottled marks of time, and all the buildings seemed to be covered in a thin layer of dust.
There is no trace of rust here. The stone walls covered with a warm yellow coat glow amber under the reflection of the setting sun. Cold-resistant green plants can be seen everywhere, adding dazzling vitality to the community. The carved gate does not make any harsh creaking sounds when opening and closing.
Just by looking at the exterior of this community, I can imagine how magnificent its interior is. I can't help but wonder why the buildings here are so different when we are in the same city?
As expected, after I followed the boys into the building, I discovered the hallway was no longer a blanket of gray, and the stair railings were no longer a chipped, dark green. The interior, consistent with the exterior, was painted a bright golden yellow, so bright it dimmed the wall lamps. The staircase was spotless, as if newly renovated. Flowers and plants were also planted on the landing, and antique vases nestled among them didn't seem out of place.
Of course, an environment like this is equipped with an elevator.
The boy and I got into the elevator. I saw him press the number for the 18th floor with my own eyes, and then a feeling of weightlessness quickly came over me.
This was my first time taking an elevator, and since my legs were not flexible, it was inevitable that I would make a fool of myself. My butt touched the ground almost instantly.
After about two seconds of hesitation, I looked up at the person who was standing steadily with a little embarrassment, and the moment I looked up, my eyes met his.
I don't know how long he watched me...
"Are you okay?" He held out his hand to me, his eyes suddenly drooping, a layer of worry floating between his brows. "Does it hurt a lot?"
I stopped trying to show off, took his hand and nodded.
"Just bear with it, I'll be able to bandage you soon."
Less than ten seconds later, the elevator dinged and the doors slowly opened. The boy had already let go of my hand as I stood up. He stepped out of the elevator before me, acting as a qualified guide, leading me successfully to his door.
Without a key, the boy pressed his fingerprint, turned the handle, and the door opened.
"I'll get the medicine box, you go to my bedroom," he said.
I looked in the direction he pointed and nodded.
When I stepped into this bedroom, my first impression was that it was spacious and clean, just as simple as the living room outside the door.
Without excessive decoration, the cement-gray walls are matched with natural wood-colored floor tiles, a harmonious combination that neutralizes the excessive cold and warmth. A window, a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe are all in a distant and steady gray-brown color. The room is sparsely furnished and the colors are too monotonous, but it inadvertently reflects the owner's personality and aesthetic taste.
But speaking of bright colors, they do exist in the room.
A tall Areca palm is placed in the corner near the desk, its branches and leaves stretching lazily in the gray space.
In addition, there is a whole mahogany wall cabinet hanging on the wall opposite the bed, which is divided into two parts. The inside is colorful. Looking around, there are various books on the left and awards and trophies on the right.
My attention was drawn to the right side, not because I was surprised by the bright blood-red certificate, but because the sudden appearance of white in the flower-like color was no less than the snow that appears in summer.
It was a photo frame, and the photo in the frame was of a white, blue-eyed ragdoll cat, looking like a rag doll and very beautiful.
Does he have a cat? I sniffed the air, but didn't detect any scent of cat.
There is only the cool woody fragrance here.
"That's the cat I used to have. Its name is Bubu." He came in carrying a medicine box.
Perhaps because he saw that I was staring at that place, the boy had already seen through my thoughts and stood beside me to explain to me.
Guessing it was dead, I felt sorry: it was beautiful.
"Is she beautiful..." The boy smiled, with a hint of regret in his eyes. "She was quite beautiful, but it's a pity she's dead."
He said that this was the first cat he had ever raised and the only cat he had ever raised in his life from childhood to adulthood.
The boy walked to the closet and took out the photo album. He wiped the dust-free surface and suddenly asked me a question: "Have you ever asked anyone for anything?"
I was stunned when I was called, and was about to shake my head, but suddenly I thought of Empress Wuqing. I lowered my eyes and looked at my body, then nodded.
"What a coincidence! I've asked for it, twice."
Both times the targets were his parents.
The boy's parents are both highly educated intellectuals. His father currently works in a tertiary hospital and has been a first-level chief physician for many years. His mother also graduated from a medical school and currently works in the medical department of a medical university as a professor.
The couple was busy with work all day and rarely went home, so the boy was raised by his grandmother.
But the good times did not last long. His grandmother passed away and the boy was taken care of by a nanny from the age of seven until he became an adult.
The days immediately following his grandmother's passing were the most difficult for him to adjust to. There were only two people in his cold home, and the other was a complete stranger with no blood or relationship. He wanted his parents' company, needed their company, even begged them humbly for it, but was always rejected.
Gradually, he gave up on this path of family affection and transferred his inner desires to animals. Because of hygiene issues, his parents did not allow him to keep a pet. He once again cried out his desire, and it took many days of negotiation before his parents relented.
That ragdoll cat is the best proof that it accompanies him in place of his parents.
But within two years, the doll died, and he never raised any small animals again.
This home once again returned to its original cold state.
"Sit on the bed," he said to me, putting the medicine box on the desk beside him, "I'll apply medicine to you in a while."
I walked to the bed slowly like a snail, observed the boy's skillful movements, and sat down a little awkwardly.
"I think you should put your legs on the bed." After saying this, the boy closed the medicine box and turned to look at me.
I nodded, and as he instructed, I placed my legs on the flat bed. At his glance, I quickly rolled my trouser legs up above my knees. I hadn't expected the damage beneath my pants to be so severe. There were two bruises on my calves, and my right leg was even scraped raw. Dots of blood clung to my skin like spiderwebs.
The boy made no comment about my plight. He knelt on one knee, oblivious to my condition, and took the cotton swabs and medicinal wine from the corner of the table to clean my wounds. His movements were skillful, his fingertips circling the cuts and bruises without hesitation, and with just the right amount of pressure, he effectively massaged the blood stasis, taking care of my injured leg without causing severe stinging, while also allowing the medicine to penetrate the skin and achieve its maximum effect.
I looked at his drooping eyebrows and his long eyelashes covering his blue eyes, just like the shade of a tree covering a vast ocean. I couldn't help but feel a little dazed and a little emotional.
As expected of a medical student's child, he has a family background in medicine.
By the time the bandaging was completed, half an hour had passed.
The man slowly removed his gloves, reminding me to regularly apply sprays and massage the wound, saying the combination would help it heal faster. He tossed the gloves in the trash and placed the used gloves, an unopened bottle of medicine, and a cotton swab next to the medicine box, reminding me not to forget them before leaving.
I nodded blankly like a child being lectured.
But he said these medicines are only suitable for cases where there is no bone damage. If they are ineffective within three or two days, you will have to go to the hospital.
"Then this is fine."
His bare hand touched the wound that had just been covered with medicine. Even though his palm was floating, I could still feel the warmth of his palm. However, his trimmed, rounded and clean fingertips were slightly cold, and when they touched my skin, it felt like being pricked by glass.
I suppressed the creepy feeling and stared at his thoughtful profile. Just as I was about to look away and think about how to pull down my pants, I was caught off guard by those eyes that were as wet as the sea water.
He suddenly looked up at me.
"My name is Wen Liangxi," he said. "Wen means refined and refined, Liang means virtuous and upright, and Xi means the sun is shining brightly."
so what?
What is he mumbling? I can't understand his explanation.
Wen Liangxi smiled with a peach blossom-like smile on his face: "I've already bandaged you, so it's not too much to ask you for a name, right?"
I suddenly remembered that I told my name to Teng Zheng and Sui Yusheng, but I didn’t tell it to the other two people who were even better to me - Li Ying'an and Wen Liangxi.
Thinking that I couldn't speak, I simply used the simplest and most brutal method to take out my ID card that had appeared many times.
I handed my ID card to Wen Liangxi.
"Thousands and thousands of maple leaves," Wen Liangxi blurted out in poetry when he heard my name. "It's a very lifelike name."
His words made me think of Li Ying'an, who named me Li Youzhi, which is also a name full of vitality.
On the surface, I raised my lips in gratitude, but inside, I was even more grateful. My heart was already filled with a thousand waves of secret joy.
Wen Liangxi kept staring at me when he handed my ID card back to me. I could have stared back, but his aggressive gaze made it impossible for me to focus my eyes, so I could only wander around and glance around.
I took another quick look around the room, and the more I looked, the more I felt that the cool decor went against the warm tones in my mind. I couldn't help but think of the green plants in the corner, and I forced myself to turn my head and look over there.
I didn't see the Areca palm because the golden sunset by the window cast a layer of light on the room, which was even more colorful.
Thinking that Li Ying'an had already returned home from get off work, and perhaps he was anxiously looking for me now, I thought it was time for me to go home.
I dropped my legs off the bed, pulled down my trouser legs, and made a gesture to Wen Liangxi as if I was walking home: I have to go back now.
Wen Liangxi had said before that he knew a little sign language, so he could understand such brief gestures: "Do you need me to take you there?"
I don't really want Wen Liangxi to know where I live. It's like Teng Zheng will meet Li Ying'an. Who knows, one day Wen Liangxi will also meet Li Ying'an. They look so similar, maybe one day we will become friends. What if I reveal that Li Ying'an and I live in the same building, but Li Ying'an can't find me no matter how hard he tries? I'm afraid I won't be able to explain myself.
I can't tell them that I'm actually a cat, right?
So I put on a polite smile, raised my hand to refuse and told him: No thanks, I am still wandering around the world.
I have no home.
Wen Liangxi was silent for a moment, considering the situation. In the end, not only did he not offer to let me stay here, but he also didn't seem to want to see me wandering around. "Then be careful on your way."
I followed the scent I'd come from, limping along for a while in human form. When I neared Li Ying'an's apartment and saw a familiar figure, I prepared to switch to cat form and toss the potion Wen Liangxi had given me into the bushes.
Although Wen Liangxi had bandaged it, my left leg that was kicked was still not very flexible when I walked. I staggered towards my goal, but was unexpectedly startled by a shout that came out of nowhere.
"Hey! Brother, look, is this the cat?"
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