When Wang Ye picked up the future brain master

Mu Yao pressed on Ye Qianqiu, and the people under him moved. He quickly raised his hands, but unexpectedly, his body was weak and he pressed down again.

Ye Qianqiu stretched out his hand and pushed him vigorously: "Get up quickly..." My meat, pick it up quickly, maybe you can still eat it!

Mu Yao gritted his teeth, and simply turned over and lay on the ground. Ye Qianqiu supported himself with his elbows, and fell down again.He blinked and sighed helplessly: "This strong man, my legs are useless, can you get up first and help me?"

Mu Yao pushed himself up and sat up, his face was wrinkled from the stretched wound, if he meets Zhang Ping next time, he must doubly let him taste this taste!

He stood up unsteadily, bent down hard and grabbed Ye Qianqiu's arm to lift him up, Ye Qianqiu straightened the wheelchair, and Mu Yao put him on it.

Ye Qianqiu sat upright and sighed: "The strong man..."

"Mu Yao."

Ye Qianqiu patted the dust on the white clothes: "Then I will call the strong man by his name, Mu Yao."

Mu Yao felt that it was amusing for him to call his name weakly, as if a feather was scratching his heart, itching.

He returned to the bed according to the wound on his waist, covered himself with a quilt, and sighed.

Ye Qianqiu looked at the person on the bed with eyes closed, then at the quilt on him, then at the food on the ground, pursed the corners of his mouth, and reached out to pick up the ashes on the ground.

He has limited legs and feet, and he is sitting in a wheelchair, so he can't reach him even if he stretches out his arms.Mu Yao opened his eyes and saw him like this.

Obviously can't do it, so why try to be brave?Mu Yao thought to himself.

He grabbed Ye Qianqiu's wrist, and immediately felt that this person's bones were not much thicker than the bamboo pole outside.

Ye Qianqiu glared at him, and wanted to pull his hand out. Mu Yao got off the bed and picked him up, put him on the bed, and looked down at him. If you ignore his hand covering the wound, he is quite imposing.

As a man, why is this person not as heavy as a girl?Mu Yao was puzzled.

Ye Qianqiu was stunned for a moment, unable to react: "What are you doing?"

Mu Yao looked at his wide-eyed eyes and thought it was cute, like a frightened kitten.He picked up the dirty clothes on the ground and put them on one by one.Ye Qianqiu silently pulled the quilt over to cover her face, there was still Mu Yao's body temperature on the quilt, Ye Qianqiu calmly pulled the quilt down again.

As soon as Mu Yao turned around, he saw him pulling and pulling on the quilt, so he couldn't help saying, "Why are you acting like a child?" It was quite amusing.

Ye Qianqiu was a little annoyed: "I am your savior!"

"Yes yes yes, my savior, how dare I ask my savior's name?" This person is no different from a child, but he still has to thank him for saving himself.

Ye Qianqiu whispered: "Ye Qianqiu."

"Ok?"

"Ye Qianqiu!" Ye Qianqiu said loudly, could it be that he is deaf or something.

Mu Yao was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "...Thank you, Mr. Ye, for saving your life."

Ye Qianqiu said sullenly: "You threw away all my vegetables." There is also meat, and it has been a long time since I ate meat. The last time I ate meat was the braised pork that Uncle Yang brought him during the Chinese New Year. , It’s just a small bowl, it’s delicious.

Mu Yao looked at the vegetables on the ground and found that they were absolutely inedible. He stretched out his hands to pinch the steamed buns on the bed, which were also cold.

He frowned and asked, "Why are you here alone?" The bamboo forest is at least five miles away from Yangliu City, and it has been snowing heavily recently. This person seems to have disabled legs, why would he live in this bamboo forest alone? cabin?

"...I have been living here since I was eight years old. Uncle Yang and some mothers-in-law and aunts in the city thought I was pitiful, and brought me some food from time to time. My legs and feet are born with disabilities, and I am inconvenient. If you trouble others, I will live here." He said, a little depressed.

Mu Yao knelt down to gather up the food on the floor, looked at Ye Qianqiu on the bed who had been looking at him sadly, sighed, wrapped his clothes tightly, opened the door and went out.

Ye Qianqiu froze under the blanket.

I'm leaving now?I thought that the person I saved this time would be able to stay with him for a longer period of time, and he wouldn't leave the next day like the previous ones.

He pulled up the quilt and wrapped himself in it.

After a long time, a muffled sigh came from the room.

After an unknown amount of time, Ye Qianqiu was drowsy when he heard a creaking door, and then there was the sound of snow falling on the ground outside, and the door closed again.

He felt under the pillow vigilantly, holding a cold dagger.

"Heh-heh!" A shrill and loud cry sounded in the small room, Ye Qianqiu was startled and let go of his hands.

He listened to the movement in a daze for a while, then whispered, "...Mu Yao?"

Mu Yao held back his laughter and said, "It's me." He carried a pheasant and approached the bed, but the pheasant's neck was pinched by him, unable to make a sound, he could only stare at Ye Qianqiu with wide eyes.

Ye Qianqiu was a little curious when he saw this thing for the first time, and just about to reach out to touch it, Mu Yao pinched the pheasant head and poked him on the hand.

"Ah!" Ye Qianqiu exclaimed in a low voice, withdrew his hands and hid under the blanket.

Mu Yao looked funny: "Seeing that you have nostalgia for that meat, there is nothing to catch in this winter, so I set a trap, caught a pheasant, and made soup for you." A staring pheasant in his hand.

"Why don't you leave?" Ye Qianqiu asked him suddenly.

Mu Yao was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Where am I going?" He hasn't returned to the barracks yet, and Zhang Ping and his gang still don't know how to arrange him. Maybe his pig-headed boss directly opened his military registration , Why don't you go back at all, it's better to tease Xiao... Cough, savior.

Ye Qianqiu's eyes lit up: "Aren't you leaving?"

"Why do you care so much about this?" Mu Yao turned around and wanted to go out to see if there was a stove.

"I have saved many people before, and they all said they would come to see me in the future, but none of them came back." Perhaps it was because someone was waiting for them to go back, and it is not incomprehensible to forget him after they go back.

"Instead of worrying about this problem, you might as well think about where I will sleep tonight?"

Ye Qianqiu said without even thinking about it: "Sleep on the bed!"

Mu Yao asked him, "What about you?"

"Me? I'll just spend the night in a wheelchair." He said in a low voice.Sometimes when the people he rescued were not in good condition, he would put people to sleep in his bed, and all he needed was a shelter.

Mu Yao glanced at him: "You just lie on the bed and wait."

Said and went out.

Ye Qianqiu grabbed the quilt for some reason and wanted to cry, he sucked his nose.

There is a small house next to the hut, which contains some simple kitchen utensils, but they have not been used much, and a lot of dust has accumulated.There is also a small water tank with fresh water in it.

He cleaned the pots and spoons to be used with clean water, and disposed of the pheasant again, pinching its neck all the time without making a sound.

While stewing in the pot, I grabbed a handful of snow on the snow outside and rubbed my hands.Looking up at the sky, the snow has stopped.

"Mu Yao! Mu Yao!" Ye Qianqiu called him from the room.He sighed and went in.

Mu Yao pushed the door open and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Ye Qianqiu pointed at the wheelchair embarrassingly, Mu Yao understood, went over and lifted the quilt, and carried him into the wheelchair.

Ye Qianqiu took out a small blanket from under the quilt at the end of the bed, covered his legs, and patted his legs comfortably.

"Your legs are all numb?"

Ye Qianqiu was a little surprised that he would ask this. After thinking about it, he pointed to his slender waist and said: "From here on, I don't feel anything anymore."

Mu Yao glanced at him.

"Want to go out and have a look?" The day was almost over, and it started to snow again, bigger than before, like goose feathers.

Ye Qianqiu nodded, watching Mu Yao find out half of a candle from the small box he hadn't opened for a long time, light it up, and the flickering light of the fire reflected in Ye Qianqiu's eyes, shining brightly.

Mu Yao pushed him to the door, watching the snowflakes flying, he reached out to catch one piece, feeling the coldness of the snowflakes when they melted, his brows and eyes curved.

Mu Yao looked down at him, under the dim sky, only the light reflected by the snowflakes flickered on his face, making him look very quiet.

Something different was spreading in his heart, as if he would not be able to breathe in the next moment, but there was a feeling of being gradually filled in his heart, this feeling made him inexplicably happy, something was about to come out, Ye Qianqiu He interrupted his thinking: "It smells so good, is the chicken soup ready?"

Mu Yao paused and nodded.

"Let's go, let's go eat." Ye Qianqiu patted Mu Yao's hand, and immediately retracted.

Mu Yao gave him a strange look, and pushed him back to the hut.

Ye Qianqiu looked at the chicken soup in front of him, it was steaming, his eye circles were a little hot, he was stunned, and reached out to touch the corners of his eyes.

Mu Yao squatted on the ground with a bowl of chicken soup: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." In his memory, his mother also did such a thing for him. She brought a bowl of steaming chicken soup, put it in front of the young him, and smiled softly at him.

The next moment, the memory is filled with red...

He closed his eyes and took a sip of the chicken soup.

Delicious.

He looked at Mu Yao who was eating a pheasant leg, and then at the two pheasant wings in his bowl, which were dry.

He looked at Mu Yao anxiously, and Mu Yao sighed, and put his remaining chicken leg into his bowl.

Seeing Ye Qianqiu stunned, Mu Yao thought for a while and asked, "...what do you like to eat?"

Ye Qianqiu held the drumstick in his mouth: "It will be good."

Mu Yao reacted: "... Osmanthus cake?"

Ye Qianqiu nodded.

A man actually likes this kind of sweet and greasy pastry?

Mu Yao looked at him: "...shall I take you to the city tomorrow?"

Ye Qianqiu was stunned, and then said pleasantly: "Really? I haven't been to the city yet!"

Mu Yao was also taken aback: "Why?"

"...I can't go to the city." Ye Qianqiu suddenly lowered his head and mumbled.

Mu Yao looked at him like this, rubbed his hair, it felt soft in his hands, a bit like him.

"After eating and going to bed, I will take you there tomorrow."

"Really?"

"Ah."