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Li Tan cooked lean meat porridge.

Cooking porridge is a meticulous job, but as long as the preparatory work is done, all you need to do is wait.

Li Tan asked Cheng Huan to choose vegetables in the kitchen, and he dug out iodophor, cotton swabs, and ointment from the medicine box.

When Cheng Huan finished processing the vegetable leaves, the phone in his pocket rang.

She quickly picked it up, avoiding embarrassment, and found out that the caller was Cheng Ze.

Cheng Huan quickly swiped the red button to reject the call, and then switched to WeChat, saying that it was inconvenient now, and asked him to send the text version of the message.

News popped up one after another.

She asked Chengze to inquire about "Chen Tan", but she didn't expect it to be so fast.

She read it at a glance, her expression became more and more dignified, and at the end, Cheng Huan suddenly understood why Cheng Ze got the news so quickly this time.

After all, Chen Tan used to hang around outside when he was young in He County, and his family background had been told over and over several times. Those who had been outside for a while had all heard the story of the Chen family buying a "wolf cub" child bride.

It was famous for a while, and it is still talked about by people after dinner.

After finishing reading, Cheng Huan tiptoed out of the kitchen and found that Li Tan had disappeared.

She was applying medicine in front of the mirror in her room.

She was biting the hem of her clothes, and the mirror reflected her frowning brows and bruises all over her body.

"I'll help you."

Cheng Huan knocked on the door, indicating that he was here.

Li Tan noticed Cheng Huan from the mirror, and refused bluntly: "No need."

"You still have injuries on your back." Cheng Huan came in directly, snatched the iodophor from her hand, and said in a strong tone, "I can't reach it."

"Need not!"

Li Tan's voice became louder. She already had a fever, but now she became emotional and her whole face turned red.

Cheng Huan didn't expect her to react so strongly, but he still insisted.

"Li Tan." She said, "This is not sympathy."

Cheng Huan's voice was low and hoarse, which made Li Tan gradually calm down.

"I don't like to owe people favors," she said.

"You don't owe me anything."

Li Tan just stared at her, with an unnatural tone, "I'm just... not used to it."

Not used to kindness.

Not used to kindness.

Not used to being treated tenderly.

"Try it."

Li Tan couldn't meet those peach blossom eyes, she looked away and thought of many other things.

For example, staring at each other while painting, for example, accidental encounters in bars, for example, the curves evaporated by water vapor last night.

Li Tan was silent.

With a rare good temper, Cheng Huan leaned against the bed, and when he sat down, he saw the bird hanging on the wall at a glance.

"come down".

"I may have seen the bird you drew."

Li Tan followed her gaze and spoke abruptly.

After stabbing Zhou Gan that day, the string suddenly broke.

Li Tan lay in a pool of blood, looked up and saw the bird flying in the blue sky.

Cheng Huan was taken aback for a moment, her eyes were deep.

She saw this bird in the grass beside the Dongmen Bridge.

Other memories are a little fuzzy.

I just remember that she raised her head, her eyes passed through those blurred faces, pierced through layers of sky, the heavier her body was, the lighter she was.

Fly free and fly high.

Li Tan sighed: "At that time, I was thinking, it's so good."

Cheng Huan smiled: "Yes, that's great."

Her smile didn't reach her eyes: "Maybe I really saw it."

***

Li Tan put on his pajamas backwards, lying on the bed, his entire back exposed in the air.

Cheng Huan gasped.

Long, short, new, old, large and small wounds of various shapes covered the entire back.

——As she said just now, the back is not easy to clean, so let the wound fester, and then heal itself, leaving various marks.

Intertwined like a spider web, shocking.

But her back is also very beautiful, without fat, because of the perennial sports, the curve of her back presents an ultimate visual beauty.

Under the touch, there is a pebble-like texture washed by flames from the fingertips.

The surface is scoured by the flames to be extremely smooth, but when it comes to the old scars, it is like a natural unevenness, and it is polished to match the overall smoothness.

Tight and soft, ferocious and eye-catching, the ultimate contradiction leads to the ultimate impact.

On the contrary, it has a strange beauty.

Cheng Huan felt that he was not applying medicine, but repairing a certain stone statue carved from marble.

She thought of Venus with a broken arm, and of the pockmarked plaster figures she practiced in body painting.

Then she thought of Chen Tan.

Think of Chen Tan who lived on the street since he was a child.

Speechless for a while.

Cheng Huan first dipped a cotton swab in alcohol to carefully clean the area around the wound, and then carefully disinfected and applied medicine to the wound.

She could feel Li Tan's physical tremors every time he used high-concentration alcohol to clean the wound.

But she never yelled.

"I saw the notebook." Cheng Huan was rubbing ointment on Li Tan, and suddenly said, "Where did you find it?"

Li Tan was silent for a long time, and when Cheng Huan thought she couldn't get an answer, she replied: "I went back later."

Cheng Huan had a meal.

"But you've been taken away."

"Then why did you keep it?"

"……do not know."

The topic ends here.

When he came back to his senses, Cheng Huan found that he had been pressing the same wound, and even a little blood oozed out.

She hurriedly took gauze to dry the blood: "It hurts, right? Why didn't you remind me?"

Li Tan only felt his heart beating violently.

She was hot all over, her head was half buried in the pillow, and there was only hot breath from the tip of her nose.

It was wet, the tip of her tongue was bitten off, and there was a salty smell.

Her back was burning like a fire, and she couldn't feel any pain, or rather, the pain reached a certain level, and it turned into a furry itch.

Like fluff sticking to the tip of my heart, lingering.

It was a sudden experience and a completely unfamiliar emotion.

She couldn't describe it, couldn't resist it, and even couldn't help but indulge in it.

The result was another long silence.

After a long time, Li Tan replied sullenly: "I don't know."

***

After bandaging, Li Tan's fever seemed to subside a little.

When the porridge was almost ready, Li Tan fried a small dish of green vegetables, and to his surprise, he even cooked a small bowl of ginger soup.

She was wrapped in a coat and sat in the dining room, with oil at her feet, as if she was serving the food.

It was foggy outside, and the smoke slowly filled the whole room.

Li Tan pushed Jiang Tang in front of Cheng Huan, and said in a low voice, "It's for you."

Cheng Huan looked at her suspiciously.

Li Tan sipped the porridge, his words were very light, "Ginger soup with high fever is useless, but it can get rid of the cold."

She glanced at Cheng Huan, it was raining heavily outside, and the corners of her clothes were still wet.

Shocked, Cheng Huan opened her mouth, not knowing how to answer.

After a long time, she cleared her throat, "You..."

Li Tan interrupted her with a cold face: "Eat."

During those days in Hexian County, Guo Zhen worked outside day and night, and all the big and small affairs of the Chen family were on Chen Tan, plus Chen Zheng, who had cerebral palsy, observed needs and took care of others, these almost became Chen Tan. survival instinct.

Cheng Huan in the past didn't understand.

Just as she took it for granted to help.

But ever since he fell into this circle, whether he admits it or not, Cheng Huan has long realized that it is already a good moral quality not to make trouble.

Sending charcoal in the snow is too precious, let alone thankless, saving people in dire straits?

At least Cheng Huan himself didn't dare to say "stop beating" when Qu Yiming surrounded and beat Li Tan.

She just avoided it, telling herself that Li Tan deserved it.

Cheng Huan hated many people in the past.

She hated the perpetrator back then; she hated the passer-by who refused to save her; she hated all the men in the world.

But she has always avoided the fact that Li Tan just didn't do anything.

She even went back to find her.

She wasn't even a silent accomplice.

It is ridiculous to hate a man who is not a hero who fell from the sky at the bottom of the darkness.

Seeing that Cheng Huan hadn't touched her chopsticks for a long time, Li thought it was her cleanliness problem again, "I bought the bowls and chopsticks as a set, and they haven't been touched yet."

But she just couldn't let go of her grudge.

Because Li Tan is capable.

There is motivation after that too.

Why did you go back later?

And why didn't he make a move in the first place?

Obviously, she could have avoided this matter by taking action.

But why should she make a move?

Cheng Huan looked at Li Tan with indescribably complicated eyes.

Gloomy, full of self-destructive despair, monstrous hatred, and self-defeating sorrow.

Li Tan asked, "Are you blaming me?"

"No." Cheng Huan subconsciously denied.

She was taken aback by her answer, and then fell silent again.

The atmosphere of eating can be called dull.

But very quiet.

There was no cursing from Guo Zhen, no yelling from Chen Zheng, and no greetings from Feng Yunxi.

Just pure silence.

But it is a little more loud than the silence of a person.

Not the noise of black and white TV.

Raindrops, leaves falling, and the pages of the book being rolled up by the wind.

And the sound of breathing that belonged to other people.

It seemed that even the pain was silenced.

At this time, a bird fluttered down on the balcony, tilted its head, and stared straight at Li Tan with its dark eyes.

It was very windy outside.

Then, she heard the second half of Cheng Huan's words.

It is very light, like the wind blowing up in summer, flying high, and the white pigeons can gallop in the blue sky.

"Chen Tan, we're both clean."

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The author has something to say:

·Hey, Li Tan is really boring.

Harm, I also want to throw out the manuscript box quickly, isn’t it, I still have a dream of Shun v (yes, I’m just crazily implying to collect it (although I think it’s so difficult (I guess this one is nothing) play(.

·But this book is really different in all aspects... It's beyond my expectation. I thought that many people would click in, but it didn't. .Oh, and I thought there were no old readers. After all, I ran the plot before, and I didn’t expect so many...familiar ids to be blown up (yes, I’m so flustered that most of the ids are quite...familiar to me)

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 muffin is delicious;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of escape from the tiger's mouth;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!