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On the way back, Xia Zhishu never gave up lobbying Zhuo Yuanchen not to go to the hospital, but usually this guy didn't take him seriously, but when he really took it seriously, he was very stubborn, even though his tongue was like a lotus flower, he couldn't persuade him He changed his mind.

Because they needed to see a doctor, they didn't go back to Jing County directly, but found a hospital in the city, and they had to go to the emergency room in the middle of the night.

Seeing two young men coming in, the doctor in the emergency department thought it was blood from a fight, but who knew that after the first inspection, it was just a little bruising, nothing happened, so he immediately paid a bottle of safflower oil Send them away, they are busy too.

Zhuo Yuanchen looked at the safflower oil with a bad face, and asked with a frown, "Is it really all right? I don't need to take a film to check."

When the doctor heard this and doubted his medical skills, he became even more impatient: "If there is anything wrong, the skin is not broken, just go home and rub it well, don't waste medical resources, I didn't see people queuing up at night ?"

Zhuo Yuanchen looked at the doctor coldly, this one was also a bachelor and directly called the next one, without giving the young master any face at all.Seeing that something was wrong, Xia Zhishu quickly dragged him out, and comforted him: "The doctor said it's okay, so it must be okay. Besides, you can see that I can move around freely, so it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong."

Zhuo Yuanchen just felt aggrieved. If he was in Beijing, the family doctor would rush over to give him a full set of examinations after a phone call. This was good, and he was dismissed with a bottle of safflower oil.

Seeing that his complexion was still not good, Xia Zhishu could only say, "Let's apply the medicine first when we go home, and if we still feel uncomfortable tomorrow, how about we come back and check carefully."

Zhuo Yuanchen snorted coldly, and was finally dragged away by him. After such a toss, it was already daylight when they returned to the apartment building. Fortunately, tomorrow happened to be the weekend, and they had already agreed with Grandma Xia not to go back to live here Otherwise, the old man would be a little worried.

Xia Zhishu took a shower and felt more comfortable all over. This night was bloody and muddy, which really made him a little uncomfortable.

As soon as he walked out the door, he saw Zhuo Yuanchen sitting on the bedside, holding a bottle of safflower oil in his hand.

Xia Zhishu walked over to take off his shirt with great interest, and said at the same time: "Can you know it? If not, I can do it myself."

What answered him was Zhuo Yuanchen's clean and neat movements, the palms covered with safflower oil brought out the scorching temperature, and the injured shoulder felt a little painful, but then he felt refreshed.

Gradually, if it wasn't for the stimulating smell of safflower oil, Xia Zhishu would almost fall asleep comfortably, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Zhuo Yuanchen in the back noticed that he had a look of enjoyment, and his movements were a little bit harder. Sure enough, the next moment Xia Zhishu cried out in pain: "It hurts, it hurts, you can't use less strength, just now Isn't it well pressed?"

Zhuo Yuanchen sneered and said, "This is to heal your injuries. You thought it was a massage, but you have to use force to push away the bruises."

Xia Zhishu also knew this truth, and said with a bit of flattery: "Yes, yes, you are right. Well, your craftsmanship is good. Compared with some professional ones, have you learned it before?"

Zhuo Yuanchen's subordinates paused for a while before replying: "When I was young, I was in the army with the old man, and I was injured twice in three days. If I press too much, I will be trained."

Zhuo Yuanchen didn't like to talk about his family, but he had some respect for the old man of the Zhuo family. It can be said that he grew up with the old man when he was young, and he was the one who taught him.

Xia Zhishu listened, and seemed to have seen a five-headed child training with a group of soldiers. He didn't know what to think, he suddenly put his hand on his shoulder, and asked: "Is it special at that time?" hard work."

Xia Zhishu's palm was warm and dry, probably because he had just taken a hot bath, it was a little hotter than usual, and the heat was transmitted to another person's heart through his palm.

Zhuo Yuanchen held his hand instead. From his angle, he could clearly see his slender neck and slightly raised collarbone. The body of a young man who had just stepped into the ranks of adults was extraordinarily beautiful, as if in his eyes , this person's shortcomings are getting fewer and fewer, and everything seems so pleasing to the eye.

"It's nothing hard. I prefer to follow the old man rather than hang out in the Zhuo family. He has indeed given me a lot of things." The Zhuo family was created by the old man, but unfortunately he suffered when he was young. Zhuo Yuanchen passed away when he was 12 years old. Since then, Zhuo Yuanchen had to return to Zhuo's house to live with his parents.

"I met Grandpa Zhuo when I was young. He looked very serious, but you were the same at that time. I used to think that you were simply unapproachable." Xia Zhishu didn't know what he thought of, and said with a smile .

Zhuo Yuanchen also smiled: "The old man is indeed a serious person, even in front of me, everyone around him is afraid of him."

The Zhuo family was much stronger than the Xia family back then, and Xia Zhishu happened to catch a glimpse of the old man when he attended a banquet with Xia Yunting, and that was the only time.But Zhuo Yuanchen didn't show up that time, the current head of the Zhuo family, Zhuo Yuanchen's father Zhuo Qikang, was with the old man.

The hand that had been massaging vigorously stopped slowly, and gradually turned into an ambiguous caress. Xia Zhishu didn't notice it at first, but gradually felt a little weird, and couldn't help shaking his shoulders and asked: "Okay Yet?"

Zhuo Yuanchen withdrew his hand, and said with some regret: "Okay, but it will be better if you heat it up for a while."

Xia Zhishu shook his neck, seeing that he seemed to be pressing his hands for a hot compress, he quickly refused, "Farewell, I'm so sleepy, let's go to bed early, if not, press it tomorrow."

Zhuo Yuanchen didn't continue as soon as he heard it, and threw his clothes on the stool beside him.

Xia Zhishu quit after seeing it: "Why throw my clothes over there, I still want to wear them."

Zhuo Yuanchen said, "I only have safflower oil all over my body, and I have to wash my clothes tomorrow."

This reason made Xia Zhishu unable to refute. After thinking about the trouble of washing clothes, he got into the bed obediently, and then said: "It's all over the quilt, and I have to wash the sheets and quilt. Don't hug me, wait It will be all over you in a while."

The one who answered him was Zhuo Yuanchen's more and more proficient gestures of hugging the pillow. This one had a good reason: "I also took off my shirt."

His so-called coat was a small vest, and now the vest was lying on the ground pitifully, completely unexpected that his dependent master would abandon him so cruelly.

Sleeping together while wearing clothes and taking off clothes is quite different. Feeling the sticky skin and warm feeling, Xia Zhishu felt a strange feeling in his heart, an indescribably complicated feeling, he couldn't bear it. He couldn't help moving forward, but the arms around his waist quickly tightened, pulling him over: "Don't move, you're almost out of the quilt, you'll catch cold if you don't have any clothes on."

Xia Zhishu secretly thought in his heart that if he was afraid of the cold, you should let me put on clothes, but he subconsciously knew that if he really said that, there must be countless words waiting for him.After a busy day, he was really tired. Although he still felt a little awkward, he soon fell asleep in the familiar voice.

After he fell asleep, Zhuo Yuanchen looked at the wound that was close at hand, and slowly put a kiss on him, then pulled him into his arms and changed to a more comfortable position and fell asleep slowly.Zhuo Yuanchen was in a good mood when he realized that Xia Zhishu was burrowing into his arms unconsciously. Sure enough, boiling the frog in warm water is the best way, isn't it!

It was already noon the next day when he woke up again, which showed that the super-intensive work of the previous day still brought Xia Zhishu a great sense of fatigue.When he rubbed his eyes and got up, the people behind him had disappeared. This is an unusual thing. Usually, he gets angry earlier. Zhuo Yuanchen seems to like to sleep late. Every time he wakes him up by himself .

Xia Zhishu didn't realize the truth about Zhuo Yuanchen's "snooze" at all. If someone who is familiar with Zhuo Yuanchen knew that he slept late, he would probably be shocked. This guy who is more self-disciplined than an iron-blooded officer is so sleepy. It has nothing to do with him at all.Deliberately pretending to be asleep or something, just to covet someone's sleeping face and enjoy the benefits of being woken up every day.

Xia Zhishu, who was kept in the dark, got up strangely, and when he saw the alarm clock next to him, he understood that his feelings were no longer early in the morning but at noon.

Holding the quilt in a daze for a while, Xia Zhishu slowly got up. When he walked out of the room, he saw breakfast in the living room. It was Zhuo Yuanchen who bought it early in the morning. At this time, it is estimated that most breakfast shops All closed.

Xia Zhishu walked over to pick up a deep-fried dough stick. It was from the one he usually likes to eat the most. The oil used was very clean and fried very crispy. It's a pity that it must have been left for a while, and it was slightly warm now. But not so crispy.

After taking a sip of the soy milk, there was movement at the door, Xia Zhishu walked over with the soy milk in his mouth, and happened to see Zhuo Yuanchen coming in with a lunch box in his hand.

Xia Zhishu took a look, and the lunch box looked familiar: "Where have you been? Isn't this our house? Have you gone back?"

Zhuo Yuanchen nodded and said: "Go back and tell grandma, the fritters are cold, don't eat them, let's eat."

Xia Zhishu followed him and walked back. As soon as the lunch box was opened, a smell of rice came out. He poked his head around and smiled: "Grandma still understands me."

Zhuo Yuanchen raised his eyebrows, Xia Zhishu looked at his expression, and quickly added: "Of course, you, Yuan Chen, know me best, hey, breakfast is very much to my liking, but it's a pity I got up late, It's such a waste."

After speaking, he directly brought over the soy milk and drank it while eating: "It's delicious, I'm satisfied."

Zhuo Yuanchen found it funny when he saw that he was eating without raising his head, and reached out to touch the corner of his mouth: "Eating is everywhere, are you still a child?"

Xia Zhishu was startled by his action at first, but when he heard this, he retorted: "I'm flattering you, to save you face, why don't you eat it?"

Zhuo Yuanchen also opened his own portion and began to eat, and turned on the TV. Although there are no permanent residents in his place, there are quite a lot of things that should be equipped.

What was broadcast on the TV was the noon news, and the headline was the train accident that happened yesterday, and this time Superman appeared on the screen of a large TV station for the first time.

The moment Xia Zhishu saw his figure appear, the soy milk in Xia Zhishu's mouth almost didn't come out directly. He took a closer look at the scanned camera. Could the black clump really be himself? The existing camera equipment meant this, but it was thorough. Only a black shadow could be seen, and nothing could be determined.

But the news did not end here. Major accidents and the existence of Superman attracted the attention of countless people.The heavy casualties made the people very angry. Strong condemnation will not appear on these "regular" TV stations. They are more inclined to report on the timely rescue and the touching incidents of officers and soldiers.

What surprised Xia Zhishu was that the photographic equipment did not show his figure on the screen, but someone drew him with a pen and paper.

The man in black in the painting is extraordinarily tall. It is a profile with a back view, and the background can be vaguely seen as the train accident.

Human works of art are always processed by the brain. If he didn't know that he appeared as a non-human being on that day, Xia Zhishu would not be sure that it was him.Not to mention that he is definitely 1.9 meters tall, and that pair of exposed, bottomless, pitiful eyes, and the stripes on his body correspond to each one.

The only thing that makes Xia Zhishu a little helpless is that his appearance and height have produced huge artistic processing, but the characters on the golden egg on the back have not changed at all, and the original appearance has been copied. It is conceivable that it is so cool The two big characters of "Golden Egg" are on the back of her back, which makes people dumbfounded.

The person who drew this picture was a young man who looked at most one or two years younger than Xia Zhishu. He vaguely remembered that he dug him out from the carriage. once comforted him.

The young man was lying on the hospital bed, one of his legs was amputated, and the other leg was also in plaster. He looked very embarrassed, but his eyes were full of hope, with a longing for life.

Facing the camera interview, he said: "I don't know who you are or where you come from, but this does not hinder my gratitude. It is you who saved my life. It is great to be alive."

After a pause, the young man continued: "The survivors rescued by you are all very well. We discussed it and decided to call you Golden Egg Man. Here, I would like to say to you on behalf of everyone. Thank you, Golden Egg Man." man."