pretend to be poor

The police who rushed over were old acquaintances—the last time Tong Huai was blocked and robbed, Xue Ting helped him beat someone together, and then called the police.

This time it was the policemen who came.

The lady policeman was only one step behind Xue Ting, and rushed to the scene first, and was furious when she saw the blood trailing on the ground.

The cat abuser is a messy person who just recovered from Xue Ting's ruthless punch, and was thrown down by her flying kick in the air. He groaned and fell to the ground with a bang, almost fainting past.

The buddhist uncle who was behind shook his head: "Jinghua, can we calm down? Be careful that you will be accused of violent law enforcement..."

The police flower took Xiao Hua in a hurry, saw that the hair on Xiao Hua's body was soaked in blood, and saw Tong Huai who was lying on Xue Ting's back with a pale face and bleeding calf, the lingering anger still persisted: "Calm down!" Grandma, if you have the ability, he will sue! You hurry up and send this little brother for a checkup, and I will send this kitten to the veterinary hospital."

"okay."

The police uncle handcuffed the cat abuser and let his subordinates take him away. Then he looked at Xue Ting and Tong Huai with ugly faces: "We meet again."

Xue Ting was in a bad mood, nodded slightly, and walked quickly to the alley with Tong Huai on his back.

The uncle flicked the car keys and followed, and suddenly saw the child lying on Xue Ting's back, raised his hand, pointed to the box of milk at the entrance of the alley, and said angrily, "My milk..."

Xue Ting: "..."

Uncle: "..."

No matter what time it is, I still think about it.

The corner of the policeman's mouth twitched, and he leaned over to pick up the milk: "I'm taking it, don't worry."

After the two got into the car, he drove straight to the nearest hospital.

The beating heart finally calmed down, and as soon as he relaxed, the pain in his calf and ankle climbed up along every nerve, and the more he paid attention to it, the more painful it became.

With tears in his eyes, Tong Huai half leaned on Xue Ting, grabbed his collar tightly, and said nonsense: "Brother Ting, will my leg be disabled?"

Xue Ting took him into his arms silently, his face still cold: "If you do it again, you should be useless."

His tone was chill.

Tong Huai shrank his neck, not daring to say anything.

When he arrived at the hospital, the doctor checked Tong Huai and picked out the broken glass that had stuck in his calf.

Tong Huai cried out in pain, grabbed Xue Ting's sleeves tightly, and buried his head in his arms, not daring to look.

The doctor has never seen such a delicate boy, holding the broken glass steadily with his hands, and said with a smile: "Boys, be strong, a little injury is called like this, no girl will like you."

Tong Huai curled his lips, raised his face, and said in a nasal voice, "Boys can't be afraid of pain anymore, that's how I am."

Even being kicked in the stomach, leaving some bruises, I would die. How painful is this kind of injury?

Xue Ting remained silent, his eyes covering Tong Huai's exceptionally pale and beautiful face.

Tong Huai was really in pain, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his delicate brows were tightly furrowed, and his thick eyelashes were trembling. Although his mouth was stubborn, he might feel ashamed, so he pursed his lips and refused to make a sound.

Xue Ting looked away slightly, his face remained expressionless, but his heart was like a balloon that was constantly inflating, and it might explode in the next moment—it was the almost icy calm that was suppressed under the rage.

Since he was a child, what he learned in that family is to suppress emotions and interests, and rarely have such emotions for something or someone.

Not even to Xue Songbo and Yu Hui.

The pain was even worse during the disinfection. Tong Huai shuddered in pain, pulled his head out of Xue Ting's arms, and said in a trembling voice, "Uncle doctor, will my leg be disabled?"

"..."

Xue Ting felt a little uneasy in his heart, he held his chin and turned his head back with a lot of strength, hiding a trace of strength that he didn't realize.

The doctor smiled and said, "It's not so easy to lose, no veins or bones are injured, and the sprained ankle is not serious. Take a good rest, and you will be able to walk in half a month. You young people have good physical fitness and recover quickly. "

As he spoke, he glanced curiously at Xue Ting who had been protecting Tong Huai all the time: "This is your brother?"

"No," Xue Ting said for the first time after entering the hospital, his tone was not salty, "my brother will not be so stupid."

Tong Huai's calf was in the doctor's hands, and he was in Xue Ting's arms, unable to resist, he gave him a resentful look.

After treating the most serious calf, the doctor wiped the wound on his face again: "Don't be afraid, it won't be disfigured. I'll take off my clothes and check other wounds."

"Oh."

Tong Huai took off his clothes sullenly, the lights in the hospital were cold and white, and the boy's narrow waist was exposed, dazzling white.The scratches and bruises on the back are like paint that has been accidentally knocked over on the snow, which is shocking.

Although they are all boys, Tong Huai, who is extraordinarily delicate, seems to be different.

Xue Ting hurried past, looked away, and walked out.

Tong Huai was flustered and hurried to find someone: "Where are you going?"

"Make a call."

Tong Huai looked at the time, it was past one o'clock, Xue Ting must have called the old man.

After making sure that Xue Ting would not run away, he lay back down in peace.

Not brothers, one dependent, one caring.

The doctor was used to seeing the world, looked at this and then at this, whistled, and felt as if he understood something.

Xue Ting didn't leave for too long. When he came back, he listened to the doctor's precautions and picked up the humming child again.

The police uncle paid the medical expenses in advance, and asked with the medicine prescribed by the doctor: "I still have to make a record, kid, can you hold on?"

Tong Huai hummed and nodded, then heyed again: "Xiaohua...it's my cat, how is it?"

"The policeman just called, the little thing is very tenacious, don't worry." The uncle smiled, "I'm still worried about the cat, not about myself? Do you know who the drunk is? He used to be a gangster, the kind who stabbed people with a machete , has a lot of criminal records."

Tong Huai adjusted a comfortable angle, lay on Xue Ting's shoulder, and muttered: "That's why I was punched by my brother Xue."

He was about to be punished to death by Secretary Lin.

Sitting back in the police car, Tong Huai endured the pain, poked Xue Ting, and whispered, "Thank you."

After a pause, he said, "This is the third time."

Xue Ting glanced at him and said nothing.

It was past two o'clock in the morning after finishing the notes, and the sky was dark, with no stars and no moon. Looking around, it seemed that only the street lights were still on in the whole land, dotted with flowers one by one on the bare roadside.

The uncle was responsible for driving the two of them home, took out a cigarette, saw Tong Huai's rather resistant face, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and didn't light it.

Tong Huai was very sensitive to other people's kindness, and said "thank you" politely.

He was sleepy, tired and in pain, curled up in a small ball on the seat, his eyes closed in a daze, and his head moved bit by bit.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, Xue Ting took out the phone and looked down.

-Xue Songchu: For the first time, Xiao Tingting, you actually asked your uncle to do something, what's wrong with you, you little bastard?

-Xue Songchu: Don't worry, I found out what color underwear he was wearing today. He is a criminal and will be kept in prison. You won't be able to see him for the rest of your life.

Xue Songchu was Xue Ting's uncle, and he was also the one who helped him handle the transfer procedures after he experienced a bunch of nonsensical things from his parents, and came to find Mr. Xue.

My uncle and nephew settled the accounts, helping him last time offset the favor he owed Xue Ting, and for helping him this time, Xue Ting owed him a favor.

Xue Ting didn't reply, put down his phone, turned his head to look at Tong Huai, who was stumbling around in sleepiness, stretched out a finger, and poked lightly——

Tong Huai was so soft that he fell down at the first poke, and leaned into his arms along the way.

The arc of Xue Ting's mouth was raised slightly.

It's worth it.

He looked out of the car window, passed by Tong Huai's house, and didn't make a sound to remind him. He didn't lift him up until the police uncle went up the slope and parked the car in front of Mr. Xue's courtyard. He nodded at the uncle, "Thank you."

The uncle was biting his cigarette and waved his hand lazily: "Take him home and take good care of him. It hurts me to hear him screaming in the hospital."

Putting on Xue Ting's coat, Tong Huai was helped out of the car, but was still shocked by the head-on night wind, Mi Mi stared and opened his eyes, and looked back at the police car leaving: "Oh, I stopped by, uncle? Don't stop."

Xue Ting remained calm, carried him on his back and walked inside.

The yard was silent and dark, and Mr. Xue had already fallen asleep.

The old man's room was on the first floor, and Xue Ting went upstairs lightly with Tong Huai on his back.

The last time I spent the night in Xue Ting's room, I was in a state of drunkenness. Tong Huai was put on a chair and sat down. His hands were not hands and feet were not feet. He was thinking about whether he should take the initiative to go downstairs to sleep on the sofa and stand in front of the closet. Xue Ting threw a clean cotton T-shirt and home pants.

Immediately, he found a transparent plastic bag from nowhere, half knelt in front of Tong Huai, lifted his injured calf, and wrapped it carefully for him.

Tong Huai sniffed: "I can't walk."

For you.Xue Ting glanced at him, put one hand over his knees, and the other on his waist, and hugged him up.

Tong Huai babbled again: "Princess, the dignity of a man is gone."

"Is it dignified to jump over with one leg so painful that you want to cry?" Xue Ting sneered.

Tong Huai shrank his neck and stared at him cautiously.

Xue Ting didn't care about him, strode into the bathroom, found a small bench to put him down, adjusted the water temperature, and put the shower in his hand.

Then he leaned closer, put the back of his finger against Tong Huai's forehead, and flicked lightly: "Call me if you need something."

Tong Huai was stunned: "Oh."

Sitting is not convenient for bathing, but Tong Huai couldn't stand the blood and dust all over his body, so he took a slow shower, dried himself with difficulty and changed into Xue Ting's clothes.

He couldn't move by himself, afraid of disturbing the old man downstairs, he whispered: "Xue Ting! I've finished washing."

Xue Ting seemed to be waiting outside the door, when he heard the sound, he pushed the door open and entered.

Tong Huai tugged on the loose neckline, and complained in a low voice: "Your clothes are too big, don't you have smaller ones?"

The bathroom is steamy and steaming, the room is filled with the smell of shower gel, and the fragrance of blue wind chimes blows over my face.

Just after soaking in the warm water, Tong Huai's face regained some color, the neckline was loose, revealing half of the delicate and prominent collarbone, and there was a bit of post-bathing powder in the white skin. The waist of the trousers was stuffed, and a thin waist was dangling, sitting obediently waiting to be hugged.

Xue Ting's fingertips resting on the doorknob froze, and his body tensed up for a moment.

Tong Huai was still bowing his head and stuffing his clothes into his trouser waist, Xue Ting turned away, closed his eyes, and erased the scene just now from his mind.

He picked up Tong Huai, went back to the room and put him on the bed. The whole movement was smooth and natural, but his voice was slightly hoarse: "I'm going to take a bath."

Tong Huai didn't notice anything strange. Seeing that Xue Ting had left, he quickly grabbed his phone and opened the lock screen.

With 5.00% battery left on his phone, he quickly poked open WeChat, found Secretary Lin, typed a string of characters, and expertly changed his injury to Xue Ting's injury, changed himself to save the cat into Xue Ting's rescue of the cat, and Xue Ting's Instead of saving someone, change it to saving someone yourself. After scanning it, it was correct, and sent it to Secretary Lin, asking him to teach that person a lesson.

As soon as the message was delivered, the battery of the mobile phone was also exhausted, and it automatically shut down.

Tong Huai put down his phone and found that the medicine prescribed by the doctor was on the table, and there was a glass of warm water.

He sprayed medicine on his swollen ankle, swallowed the pills with warm water, then propped up his legs to dry, and waited drowsily for Xue Ting.

I don't know how long it took before Xue Ting returned to the room.

Tong Huai leaned on the desk and was about to fall asleep. When he was awakened by the sound of the door opening, he rubbed his eyes and propped himself up, complaining in a daze, "You flew a plane around the Pacific Ocean, I almost fell asleep."

Xue Ting: "..."

He did it on purpose, and wanted to wait for Tong Huai to fall asleep first.

The plan failed, Xue Ting was quite helpless, dried his hair, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner in the room, and sat by the bed to organize his speech.

Tong Huai turned around suddenly, turned his back to him and began to undress.

Xue Ting's eyelids twitched violently, and his voice tensed imperceptibly: "What are you doing?"

"Ah?" Tong Huai looked back blankly, took off his clothes neatly, lay down, and said as a matter of course, "Didn't the doctor ask me to apply medicine after taking a bath? I can't wipe my back. I just wait for your help." , you dawdled for so long."

Xue Ting: "..."

Xue Ting was expressionless: "Oh."