what is the relationship between us

Sure enough, as Meng Xinci thought, Wan Jun Xiuzhen was waiting for him at the gate of the community.Even before he got close, he could see Wan Junxiu's face wrinkled into a ball.

He shouldn't have run around with Cheng Hang today, it's not human to make Wan Junxiu wait like this.

Meng Xinci walked towards Wan Junxiu quickly, grabbed Wan Junxiu's hand and asked him, "Have you been waiting for a long time? Oh, don't wait, how cold is it outside?"

The wound on Wan Junxiu's leg had been scarred and new granulation sprouted, so he took Meng Xinci's schoolbag and put it on his lap, letting Meng Xinci push him home.

"You didn't say you were going to study at night today, and I was a little worried because you didn't come back so late." His tone was gentle, and Meng Xinci felt more guilty against the backdrop.

"I have a few questions. I have to ask the teacher. I came back a bit late. You don't know how difficult it is to wait for the bus in the evening rush hour. After several times, it was full and couldn't be squeezed in." Meng Xinci spoke fiercely. If there is something to do, I am afraid that Wan Junxiu will expose him.

Wan Junxiu nodded and did not question him again.

This is probably the first time Meng Xinci has lied to Wan Junxiu, even though it will be behind him, but he can't stop blushing and can't stop his heart beating wildly.

If Wan Junxiu found out that he didn't come home from school on time and instead went fooling around with Cheng Hangyi, he would probably be so angry that he would get up from his wheelchair and beat him to death.

Back home, Meng Xinci knelt down to help Wan Junxiu wipe the wheels of the wheelchair with a rag as usual, and then helped him change his shoes.I don't know how Wan Junxiu recovered before Meng Xinci came, or if he didn't have the money to talk about rehabilitation.Anyway, when Meng Xinci saw Wan Junxiu's so-called rehabilitation, he only occasionally exercised his arm strength, and never saw anything else.He found that Wan Junxiu's feet were drooping a lot more than a year ago, if he was wearing slippers, he would hardly be able to hang them.Even with ordinary shoes, it is difficult to tuck it in without pressing the toes.

The recent shoes are all put in by Meng Xinci, and I bought one size up specially so that they will be more comfortable to wear.

Meng Xinci also talked about this matter with Wan Junxiu, but Wan Junxiu didn't take it to heart at all, and only replied that Meng Xinci said it was normal, and asked Meng Xinci to leave it alone.

Usually, when helping Wan Jun repair and change shoes, Meng Xinci would always say a few more words, telling him to pay attention and so on.But the child had something on his mind today, he was afraid that he would have some communication with Wan Junxiu, how could he bump into him.

But as soon as he took off his shoes, Meng Xinci felt that something was wrong. His feet were swollen and pressed into a pit. He hurriedly asked, "Have you been wearing shoes all day today? You can see that they are swollen."

Wan Junxiu was unconscious and didn't know the pain.If Meng Xinci hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have known about it.He nodded and said embarrassingly: "I went out to do some errands today, so I wore them for a long time, and I didn't expect this to happen."

Meng Xinci was a little anxious, and muttered angrily: "I don't want to put shoes on for you in the morning, but you insist on wearing them. Look at the swelling. Where did you go during the day?"

With his feet swollen like this, it is absolutely impossible for Meng Xinci to let Wan Junxiu sit in a wheelchair again.He stood up, put Wan Junxiu's two arms on his shoulders, and pushed Wan Junxiu up again.

It was only recently that Meng Xinci discovered that he could memorize Wan Junxiu.It's just that Wan Jun is thin and thin, with his stature and stature placed there, his two legs are almost dragging on the ground, and his drooping feet are dangling in mid-air.

"Don't go to set up a stall tonight, I'll go, you have a good rest." Meng Xinci put Wan Junxiu on the bed, and stuffed the pillow at the end of the bed under Wan Junxiu's feet to raise it up, which can relieve some edema.

Speaking of setting up a stall, Wan Junxiu suddenly pulled Meng Xinci, and said to him: "Xinci, Nanhua Night Market is about to be demolished, do you know?"

"When did it happen?" It may be a trivial matter to others, but to them, it is definitely a major event.Meng Xinci also became nervous, sitting by the bed and asking.

Wan Junxiu thought for a while before answering him: "I'm not sure, I'm not sure, I just heard about it."

"Then don't think too much about it. Even if it is demolished, there must be a resettlement method. Lu Qingfeng also said that the self-built house near their house is going to be demolished, but it hasn't been demolished. You should take a good rest first." Meng Xinci wondered If there is any comfort, I can only relieve Wan Junxiu's heart.

Meng Xinci found ointment and carefully massaged Wan Junxiu's swollen hands. In the past two days, Meng Xinci did not let Wan Junxiu work. He was doing all the big and small things at home.Looking at it today, it doesn't look too swollen.

After a while, Meng Xinci said: "Actually, I don't really want you to sell second-hand books. It's too hard and you can't make much money. But I can't think of what you can do. I just think that if you can Just take it easy."

Wan Junxiu's hands should be very beautiful, his fingers are thin and long.In Meng Xinci's memory, only Cheng Hang had such a pair of beautiful hands.Cheng Hang could pull out moving melodies with those beautiful hands, and Meng Xinci was dazzled when he was absent in class.

But Wan Junxiu's hands were deformed, his fingers curled up, his palms were limp, but a thin layer of calluses grew on the heels of his palms.There are also some small wounds from the last wrestling.What these hands can do is really limited, maybe others will find it weird when they see it.But for Meng Xinci, it is the most familiar and closest.

Wan Junxiu rubbed his face with the back of his hand, opened his jaw slightly and pinched him, cooked for him, and wiped away his tears.It was all done little by little with these already ugly hands.

And Meng Xinci himself, every time he was upset, relied on holding these hands and gently straightening his fingers, so that he could seek peace of mind.

Meng Xinci doesn't care what Wan Junxiu can do after the night market is demolished, Meng Xinci even thinks that he can drop out of school and work.He hoped that Wan Junxiu would not have to work so hard and could accompany him in good health.

But this kind of thing cannot be said to Wan Junxiu, he will never agree to Meng Xinci's part-time job.

Wan Junxiu raised his hand and gently rubbed Meng Xinci, indicating that he didn't need to continue the massage. He warned: "Don't go to set up a stall tonight, it's too late and you haven't eaten yet, right? Hurry up and eat and review your homework, you Isn't it the monthly exam?"

Meng Xinci nodded. It was getting cold after dark recently, and he didn't want to go to the night market to blow the cold wind.But after thinking about it, I still went to set up a stall with my schoolbag on my back and the disc basket.

There are two mouths waiting to eat at home, so I can't stop setting up a stall every now and then.

Now Meng Xinci is already familiar with the matter of setting up a stall.It's just that he doesn't know how to deal with others, and he always pretends to be selected by the guests, and he doesn't know how to say nice things.

Fortunately, everyone in the neighborhood knew about his relationship with Wan Junxiu, and when they encountered suitable old books or DVDs, they basically wouldn't haggle over the price.

In the past, Meng Xinci was happy and quiet, and he was immersed in his homework.Today, he probably learned that the night market might be demolished. He couldn't calm down and read a book, and kept his hair up in a daze.

Although he said he didn't care about the demolition or not, it was inevitable that there would be fluctuations in his heart.He has eaten fruits and snacks bought at night market stalls, and when he has a lot of pocket money, he has also gone through hoops and won a vase, and now he still has a handful of water bamboos at home.

When I first came here, I drank the purple rice porridge from the stall next to it, and even fought with others here.

He has only been here for less than a year, and he has left so many memories, let alone Wan Junxiu, let alone Wan Junxiu's income comes from this small, not clean night market.

Take one step at a time, what else can you do.