Money money

The moment he knelt on the ground, Ye Qian couldn't help flashing a sentence in his mind - bad things happen every year, especially this year...

What he passed was a hotel that was being repaired, and a small bucket of cement fell from a height, and the barrel hit him hard, spilling most of the cement inside, covering his head and body.

It was hot and steamy, and the face was burning and painful like being slapped several times... The feeling of being disfigured is really fucking hot!

He lay on the ground for a long time, but no one came to help him. He was probably afraid that something would fall. Just as he was about to support himself, a pair of retro-colored leather boots appeared within the range of his eyes... The cement covered his right eye, He closed it tightly and didn't dare to open it, only relying on his left eye which was slit open to see.

His arm was grasped by a pair of strong hands, and he wanted to use his strength to get up, but the pain in his knee made him unable to get up at all, and there was no strength in his hand, only overwhelming pain.

"I can't move..." His neck was like a stiff neck, and it hurt badly even if he moved it a little bit. He spoke with difficulty in a trembling voice, and opened his mouth to spit out the cement that flowed in.

The person in charge of the building also arrived at this time, and patted his injured shoulder without saying a word, "Are you all right, young man?"

Before he could be rude, the man was kicked back a step, and Yin Moxiang's cold voice was heard, "Don't touch him, you hurt your shoulder and you're blind?"

After teaching him a lesson, Yin Moxiang tore off the red scarf around his neck and wiped the cement on his face and head.

Ye Qian felt better now, but his right eyelid was numb, and he still didn't dare to open it.

Until the ambulance arrived, he knelt on the ground in that position, and was carefully carried onto the stretcher by the medical staff. Although they were already very gentle, the process still made him sweat profusely.

Together with Yin Moxiang, he also caught up with the person in charge who had been cursing and trying to shirk responsibility.

Lying flat on the stretcher, Ye Qian saw Yin Moxiang's face. He didn't express any expression, and he didn't look at him, but he could see that he was smelly and a little upset.

Are you worried about him?

He didn't care to think about this question, he was tormented by the pain in his body and broke out in a cold sweat. The part from the back of his neck to his right shoulder and then to his arm seemed to be poked into a steel bar, or it was constantly stirred, so fucking sure Broken bones——compared to the scorching heat on his face, he couldn't see what his face looked like at the moment, and he only prayed that his face wouldn't be too disfigured.

After arriving at the hospital, undergoing emergency surgery, hospitalization, and payment, several hours had passed when Ye Qian was pushed into the ward. Two nurses carried him to the bed and played with his hands and feet very gently, but he still couldn't help but say, The voice was small, as if extremely weak, but it was actually due to the numbness in the shoulder, which had not completely faded away, and it was a bit difficult to speak, "Well, can I turn over and lie down?"

The feeling of lying on the stomach and only seeing the pillow and a small part of things on both sides is really insecure. After all, it is in a completely strange environment——From childhood to adulthood, he has never been hospitalized and slept in a hospital bed. It's the pediatric kind, so this is the first time.

But the nurse sister refused mercilessly, "No, just lie down and think about it."

The scapula is moderately fractured and slightly displaced, and the back of the neck and back are strained to varying degrees. It is indeed the best choice to lie on your stomach.

But really, no sense of security!Especially now that Yin Moxiang is standing next to him and talking, but he can't see people.

"It's very lucky. I've been down there a hundred and eighty times and haven't suffered any harm."

"It's okay." Ye Qian replied weakly.

After a moment of silence, he caught a glimpse of his legs standing by the bed from the corner of the eye, and Ye Qian continued, "Well, don't you wonder why I went there today?" Say it sooner.

"Huh?" Yin Moxiang simply replied with a tone.

"I have something to ask for your help."

"Say." It was still a simple word.

"Do you remember the sand? My friend, something happened to him and he was arrested by the police. I thought you might have a way," because they were the only bed in this ward, so he could speak freely This kind of thing, "If you think I'm thick-skinned, you can think it. Anyway, it's not the first time I have thick-skinned in front of you... I have suffered such a serious injury because of you, so you have to help me."

"Because I was injured?" Yin Moxiang said, with obvious doubts in his tone.

"Ah, if I hadn't been delayed because I went home to cook for you, I would have gone earlier, and I wouldn't have encountered such a thing." He explained solemnly.

"What about the food?" Yin Moxiang immediately asked with a smile.

"Fan, rice... isn't that what it is, died in the line of duty?" Ye Qian struggled to justify himself, thinking of this made him feel a little pained, he spent more than an hour preparing the big meal, and just fed it to the trash can.

"Oh...that's it," Yin Moxiang seemed to be nodding, and sat down on the chair next to him so that Ye Qian could see half of his chin, "Then you not only ruined my rice, but also lost money. I have a thermos, and I wrote down this account."

"..." Ye Qian moved his eyes to look at him with all his strength, and said in a pitiful voice, "Hello..."

Yin Moxiang sneered, "Then tell me, it depends on your mood whether to help or not."

Ye Qian felt that the corner of his mouth turned up, and his tone was very relaxed, thinking that there was something to be done, so he quickly told him what he had said to Ye Laijin.

"...Is there a way?"

"perhaps."

Yin Moxiang didn't say he was dead, and the answer was ambiguous. Hearing this, Ye Qian scratched his heart and asked quickly, "Then can you help?"

"What if you don't want to help?"

Ye Qian was silent, Yin Moxiang's tone was indifferent, he couldn't figure out whether he was joking or really didn't intend to help, and felt a little cold in his heart.

If he doesn't help, then he really has no other choice. Shazi will go to jail. He checked that the sentence should be at least three years or more. He still doesn't know how much drugs are there. I thought, even if it was only a few years, it would be impossible for him to continue studying after he came out, and he would not be able to become a people's teacher—even though his original ambition was not to be a teacher, his work and life would be greatly affected, not to mention that he was in prison. Who can guarantee what will happen in this environment...

"How can you help?" he asked.

"It depends on your mood." Yin Moxiang still said nonchalantly.

Ye Qian sighed softly, stared at a hole in the bed sheet, and said slowly, "Can you stop joking with me? This matter is really important to me, I don't think you are in a bad mood now , but they are playing with me with great interest."

"Did I say I was in a good mood to help?" The man laughed, "Okay, let me think about it. It's not a trivial matter. Where's your cell phone? Call your family and I have to go back to the store. "

When he stood up, Ye Qian could only see his straight legs, and said softly, "I have no family."

"Huh?" Yin Moxiang was obviously a little surprised by his words.

Ye Qian closed his eyes and explained to him, "There are no parents, and the only grandma passed away, just last time... So I am alone, if you are busy, go first, I will ring the bell to call the nurse if I have something to do... about the sand I hope you will think about it carefully, and thank you in advance if you can help."

"Oh." Yin Moxiang didn't say anything, just sat down again, and picked up a magazine on the bedside table.

He didn't say any words of consolation, but his actions clearly expressed the meaning of "then I won't leave", Ye Qian was relieved, he was quite afraid of being questioned or comforting him out of pity... But it seems that this person stayed For pity him.

Dazed for a while, the strength of the anesthetic began to wear off, and the pain in his shoulders hit him one after another. At this moment, he thought of a serious problem, and called Yin Moxiang next to him and said, "You can find a mirror ...Give it to me? Or borrow your phone..."

He only remembered that a nurse wiped something on his face in the operating room just now, and then the pain eased, and he forgot about it. Now that he thinks about it, he feels nervous...why didn't the doctor show him his face? ?Is it okay?But it was painful at first.

Yin Moxiang took two seconds to look away from the magazine, glanced at him with a smile, covered his mouth with his fists and coughed, "Don't worry, it's not disfigured."

"Really?" Ye Qian was a little embarrassed to be seen through.

"Well, it's just a little red, you can see for yourself." Yin Moxiang took out his mobile phone, pressed the selfie interface, and put it in front of him to take a picture.

Indeed, it was just a little red. His face, ears, neck, and right eyelid were slightly swollen. It didn't look serious. He was relieved, but the angle was too ugly. He hated himself, so he couldn't die Yin Moxiang's finger suddenly touched the camera button accidentally, so his nostrils with different colors facing the camera and his slightly fat face due to the angle problem were frozen on the screen.

Yin Moxiang quickly withdrew his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Delete it!"

"Well," Yin Moxiang promised but didn't take any action. He joked, "This one is uglier than the last one."

The last one?Ye Qian thought for a while before realizing that what he was talking about was the ugly photo that he took a selfie under the streetlight and sent him. Just as he was about to refute, he heard him say, "Keep it as a souvenir."

"..."

Ye Qian curled his lips and complained in his heart - what's there to commemorate, hey!I'm not your important person!

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Difficult radish can't write thick and small theater——