Break that sportsman

Chu Ziyang was sensitive to the change in Wei Ninghe's mood, but he only thought it was because of the straight man's awkwardness caused by the previous stare, and because he had not yet completely calmed down, he did not say anything deliberately.

Just like this, the two people stood in front of the reed beach in a daze. Anyone who didn't know about this situation would probably think that some treasure was born in this ordinary pile of withered grass.

Wei Ninghe was waiting for Chu Ziyang to speak first. After all, he had just handed him a step; Chu Ziyang just wanted to remain silent at this juncture. He secretly prayed that Wei Ninghe would not take the accident to his heart so that he could Muddle through.

They were all hoping that the other party could break the uncomfortable silence first. As they thought about it, they felt that their feet were numb from standing so stiffly. Chu Ziyang wanted to move his ankle secretly, but in the end, he was turning his ankle. At that moment, he shouted "Ouch!" and then fell to the side.

Because Wei Ninghe, who was waiting for Chu Ziyang to speak first, focused most of his attention on him, he was ready to talk to Chu Ziyang the moment he moved, but who would have thought that he would concentrate all his attention on him? What he was waiting for was actually throwing himself into his arms? !

Wei Ninghe subconsciously caught Chu Ziyang. Seeing his frowning and uncomfortable look, he temporarily put aside his dissatisfaction and asked nervously: "What's wrong?"

Chu Ziyang gritted his teeth to prevent an even more embarrassing cry of pain from coming out. He covered his ankle, which made him feel distressed when he moved it. He took a few deep breaths before replying in a hushed voice: "The ankle seems to be sprained." Before. He didn't feel anything, just a dull pain. After standing there for a while, the dull pain developed into an overwhelming pain that knocked him down.

"Wait a moment." Wei Ninghe gently helped him sit on the ground, and then quickly took off his socks. He picked up the rocks with one hand and started chipping away at the ice, but because the water was shallow and the weather was cold, , it took him a lot of effort to smash down a small piece of ice.

Chu Ziyang sat there and looked at his white ankle exposed in the ice and snow. His heart was in a mess. He held back the emotions that were about to escape and swallowed to moisten his clothes. With something blocking his throat, he asked dryly: "What are you doing?"

Wei Ninghe replied without looking back: "You need to apply ice after the sprain, don't you know?"

As he spoke, the movements of his hands became more and more agile. Chu Ziyang listened to the sound of him chipping away at the ice cubes. He had mixed feelings for a moment, and an indescribable bitterness filled his whole body. "I know, but you can use me." There is no need to use your own socks." It was so uncomfortable. It was only last night that he felt like he had seen hope. Today, he was subjected to this kind of torture, this feeling of being stuck there and unable to move forward. It was too bad.

Wei Ninghe, who was frozen by the cold wind but didn't stop at all, paused obviously after Chu Ziyang said these words, but Chu Ziyang couldn't see his expression with his back to him, and could only hear his faint words. He replied: "Oh, I forgot."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked over with an ice cube filled with half a sock. After coming over, he didn't waste any time. He directly pulled the ankle that Chu Ziyang had been covering and applied the ice cube on it. When he felt Chu Ziyang After Yang resisted for a while, he comforted her like giving alms: "Be patient."

Chu Ziyang, who had restrained his conditioned reflex, looked at Wei Ninghe's red hand that was pressed against the ice, and subconsciously covered it with his own hand. When he realized what was happening and looked at Wei Ninghe's somewhat astonished eyes, he knocked He stumbled and explained: "I, I'm afraid you'll have to rely on me if you catch a cold." After saying that, he quickly moved his eyes to the side.

Wei Ninghe, who usually had a few words with him, didn't say anything at this time. He just looked at him lightly and applied ice to him for a while, then grabbed his hand covering his and put it on the hand he made. On the simple ice pack, he said: "You held it down yourself." After saying that, he stood up.

"Yeah." Chu Ziyang, who had always lowered his head, pressed the ice pack tightly, trying desperately to hold back the water in his eyes. He didn't know why he suddenly felt so wronged that he burst into tears. .

"Look what I got you..." Wei Ninghe, who went to pick reed sticks for him, came back and saw Chu Ziyang with his arms around his face and lying on his knees with his legs bent. He thought he was in extreme pain. He ran over and asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

He squatted on the ground and took off Chu Ziyang's socks, took a look, then poked his head, and said, "No more fun, I'll take you home first. Huh?"

He waited for a long time without waiting for Chu Ziyang's response. He had no choice but to forcefully lift Chu Ziyang's head. When he saw the tears on Ziyang's face clearly, he suddenly felt a little panicked. He looked at his red eyes at a loss. Chu Ziyang nervously took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to him, then asked: "What's wrong with you? Does it hurt? Can I take you to the doctor?"

Chu Ziyang had vented enough, and suddenly felt embarrassed when facing Wei Ninghe's concerned look. He wiped his face randomly with his sleeves, then pretended as if nothing happened, and said: "It's okay, go home. "

"Are you really okay?" Then why are you crying? Wei Ninghe was puzzled, but Chu Ziyang's ankle and the bad weather did not allow him to grind anymore. He could only pick up the reed stick he had just put aside and handed it to Chu Ziyang, then carefully raised his back and turned to Chu Ziyang. He looked at him and said, "Come up."

Chu Ziyang took the reed stick from Wei Ninghe's hand and lay on his back obediently. In order to divert Wei Ninghe's attention from his tears, he could only find random topics: "What did you do just now?"

Wei Ninghe carried him steadily on the snowy dirt road. Hearing this, he turned his head and gestured, and replied, "I went to find this thing for you. Do you know what it is?"

Chu Ziyang took a good look at the stick-like thing in his hand, felt the touch with his hand, and asked, "Reed stick?"

"You still know?" Wei Ninghe raised his voice in surprise.

"There is one in the park next to the community, have you forgotten?"

"Oh, yes." Wei Ninghe's previous interest immediately dropped. He clicked his tongue and replied with some disappointment: "I thought I could show you the world, but I'm so happy for nothing."

"I'm not in vain. I've seen the world. I always thought it was fluffy, but today I found out it's solid."

"Really?" Wei Ninghe, who was happy after Chu Ziyang said a few words, returned to his previous full of energy. He weighed Chu Ziyang up, and then said: "Actually, it is also furry."

After hearing what he said, Chu Ziyang looked at the reed stick in his hand again and again. It wasn't until he pulled out a few flakes that he said "Huh" in surprise.

Wei Ninghe, who couldn't see what he was doing, but could guess it, smiled secretly, then cleared his throat and said, "Let me show you something good." After that, he gently touched Chu Ziyang put it on the ground, and then took a reed stick from his hand.

Wei Ninghe held the stem of the reed stick with one hand and squeezed it to burst with force with the other hand. For a moment, flying catkins filled the sky and fluttered in the wind, directly covering the two people's bodies.

Chu Ziyang, who had never seen this scene before, first sighed in surprise, and then laughed out loud when he saw the hair on the two people's bodies: "Hahaha, this is so fun." He said, and started to imitate Recalling Wei Ninghe's behavior just now, he crushed another reed stick.

It wasn't until all the reed sticks picked by Wei Ninghe were squeezed that he retracted his hand with some lingering interest. Wei Ninghe looked at Chu Ziyang, who was happy and had a red face with a smile in his eyes. He also felt physically and mentally comfortable. He picked off the hair on the two of them. After he was clean, he continued to carry the person forward. As he walked, he asked: "Are you happy?"

"Well, I never knew reed sticks could be played like this before."

"You don't know too much. I'll bake sweet potatoes with you this afternoon."

"Okay, where to bake?"

"In the stove."

Wei Ninghe chatted and laughed with Chu Ziyang all the way back home. He didn't ask him why he was crying, nor did he say any persuasive words. He just tried his best to make Chu Ziyang happy in his own way. Fortunately, this time, Chu Ziyang Ziyang accepted his love.

Wei Ninghe carried Chu Ziyang on his back and just entered the house when he howled: "Grandpa and grandma, we are back!"

Chu Ziyang was startled by his voice. He looked helplessly at the back of the man's round head and said, "Why do you have to shout every time you come back? Can't you tell me when you get inside?"

"What do you know," Wei Ninghe retorted: "Old people like to hear this noise. If you stop shouting, they won't be happy."

As he said this, he carried Chu Ziyang into the house. Before Chu Ziyang's butt was hot, Grandpa Wei and Grandma Wei came over, "What's wrong?" "Did Ning He bully you?"

Facing the questions from these two people, Chu Ziyang smiled helplessly, and when he was about to answer, Wei Ninghe stopped him, "What do you mean I bully him? Why do I bully him when I have nothing to do?"

Grandma Wei rolled her eyes at him and replied: "Have you forgotten that when you were a child, you beat the waiter to tears because you thought he was too fat? And He Shan, ask him if he remembers The last time you brought someone here, they ended up shoveling chicken manure."

Wei Ninghe, who was outspoken and outspoken by his grandma, opened his mouth, and finally had to reply in a low voice: "How can it be the same? It's more like him bullying me."

Because his muttering voice was too low, Grandma Wei didn't hear it, but she didn't care. She looked at Chu Ziyang again and again, and finally looked at the ankle he was covering and asked, "What's going on?"

"It's nothing serious, just a sprain." Chu Ziyang replied with a smile.

"Let your grandpa take a look." As soon as Grandma Wei finished speaking, Grandpa Wei came up to Chu Ziyang. After taking off his shoes and socks a few times, he tentatively touched the red and swollen area: "It's nothing serious. , it just needs to be swollen for a few days.”

After listening to Grandpa Wei's words, Grandma Wei patted Chu Ziyang's shoulder relaxedly and said comfortingly: "If your grandpa said it's no big deal, it must be no big deal. Don't look at him as a bad old man. Whoever falls or touches him in the ten miles and eight villages will be killed." I want to see him, he has experience, don’t worry.”

"Well, thank you, grandparents." After Chu Ziyang chatted with Grandpa Wei and Grandma Wei for a while, he had time to talk to Wei Ninghe who got under the mattress to warm his feet, "Have you brought He Shan here to play before?"

Even Wei Ninghe, who expected that he would ask this question, was a little panicked. He secretly grabbed the mattress with his hand and replied with a smile: "Ah, it's summer vacation. If you get tired of staying in the city, just take him back for a walk. Just touch the fish and play in the water." He swallowed the sentence that he almost blurted out: "The rest didn't do anything." Why did he say this? Is he mentally ill? Wei Ninghe, who is usually extremely confident and narcissistic, began to suspect for the first time that his smart brain was short-circuited.

After Chu Ziyang listened to Wei Ninghe's explanation, he just said "oh" lightly, turned around and watched Grandpa Wei who came back from taking the medicine to apply the medicine to himself.

Faced with Chu Ziyang's lukewarm reaction, Wei Ninghe swallowed, and with the uneasiness in his heart that could not be ignored, he leaned over and asked, "Does it still hurt now?"

The answer came from Grandpa Wei, "Nonsense, does it hurt if you sprain?"

"Hmph." Wei Ninghe smacked his lips in dissatisfaction, covered the place where he had just been hit and pouted as he replied: "I have never been so miserable."

Grandpa Wei gave him another blow and forced him to say "bah bah bah" three times. He looked at the dirty clothes thrown by the two of them on the ground and asked in disgust: "What are you doing, sir?" You can't roll around, right?"

The two people he was talking about laughed dryly. Due to Chu Ziyang's embarrassment, Wei Ninghe said first, "It was just a snowball fight on the ice and we accidentally fell together." After that, He also felt that what he had done was childish and wiped his nose in embarrassment.

Facing two grandsons who were still children even though they were over 1.8 meters tall, Grandpa Wei just curled his lips and raised his eyebrows, then sighed helplessly, put away his clothes and left the house.

Wei Ninghe, who still felt a little unjust, took out a thin blanket from the side and threw it to Chu Ziyang and said: "You'd better not let your ankle come into contact with hot things now, otherwise it will easily aggravate local bleeding and swelling, so I won't let you have sex with me. I’m here to cover it, let’s use this to cover it for now.”

Knowing that Wei Ninghe was doing it for his own good, Chu Ziyang obediently wrapped himself in a blanket.

Wei Ninghe saw that he only played with his mobile phone and didn't care about himself, so he played games one after another angrily. As a result, every game was against the wind. In the end, he just threw the phone aside, looking out of sight and not doing anything. net.

Chu Ziyang, who was listening to music with headphones in his ears and eyes closed, ignored his every move and was immersed in his own world.

He wanted to be happy by himself, but Wei Ninghe didn't want to. For some reason, Wei Ninghe looked at him listening to the song with his eyes closed and suddenly remembered the song he had sung when the two families went fishing together. With the clarity unique to young people, his heart moved and he used his feet to push the person who seemed to be sleeping.

Chu Ziyang slowly opened his eyes and looked calmly at the man who wanted to act like a monster again, "What are you doing?"

"That." Wei Ninghe glanced randomly and asked with some embarrassment, "What are you listening to?"

"What are you doing? Do you want to listen?" Chu Ziyang said, pretending to take off an earphone and hand it to him.

Wei Ninghe hurriedly waved his hand and replied with a smile: "I want to hear it, but I don't want to hear the original song, it's boring."

Chu Ziyang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what is interesting to listen to?"

"Can you sing for me?"

"Why?"

"How hard it is for me to carry it all the way back for you."

"Huh." Chu Ziyang chuckled softly and didn't refute. He just put away his headphones and mobile phone, sat up and crossed his arms, looked at him and asked, "What to sing? Only one song, any more will be charged."

"Okay, okay." Wei Ninghe nodded like a puppy wagging his tail, and then quickly announced the title of the song.

In order for Chu Ziyang to finish singing smoothly, he chose one of the songs by the female singer that they both liked. After he told the title of the song, Chu Ziyang didn't waste any time and found the corresponding song from the mobile app. He acted as an accompaniment and sang along.

Soon the song ended. Wei Ninghe applauded loudly and was about to ask for another song when he heard his phone ringing. He looked at the displayed phone that had not been there since the last time he had a big fight with him. He Shan, who spoke again, raised his eyebrows, then answered the phone and said nonchalantly: "Hey, who is that?"

"Your dad!" He Shan's more arrogant tone came through the small mobile phone.

Wei Ninghe, who originally thought he was here to subdue the weak, was immediately shocked by these two words, and directly cursed: "What the hell, uncle, do you want to die?"

He Shan wanted to scold him a few more times, but thinking about the main purpose of his call, he just replied: "I don't have an uncle, where are you now?"

"What happened at my grandma's house?"

"Why didn't you call me this time?"

"Why are you calling me? You scolded me and I still called you? What a shame!"

He Shan silently recited "Don't argue with idiots" several times in his mind before he managed to suppress his anger and asked, "Did you go back by yourself?"

Wei Ninghe, who wanted to piss off the idiot across from him and tell him that he had other brothers to restrain himself, replied humbly: "Of course not, there is Chu Ziyang, huh."

"Ha." He Shan's slightly mocking voice came from the other side: "You're living a pretty exciting life."

"That's it."

After Wei Ninghe finished speaking, he waited for He Shan to say something else so that he could take the opportunity to scold him. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, there was no sound from the other side. He was about to say something sarcastic when he suddenly felt something was wrong. Sure enough, after he turned on the screen, He Shan Shan's grandson didn't know when he hung up the phone.

Wei Ninghe grinded his teeth, cursed fiercely, then quickly opened the dialog box with He Shan in the chat software, and sent a voice message for 50 seconds before feeling a little relieved. Just when he was about to put down the phone and let Chu Zi When Yang was singing, he found that his circle of friends showed that Chu Ziyang had posted a post a few minutes ago. He clicked on the post curiously and found that all the content in it were moments when the two of them were having fun, and one of them was... The extremely vicious goose.

Wei Ninghe casually saved a few photos that he thought were good-looking. When he saw the likes that He Shan had already given, he immediately wondered how he knew that he was not at home. Because of this, he who never liked others deliberately left them A thumbs up.