intangible heritage

The wound had seven stitches. From watching the stitches go down until the stitches were finished, Jiang Xun's face was always livid, and the back of his hands were all bulged with blue veins.

The client, Qin Rong, didn't respond at all. Before sewing, he told the doctor that he didn't need anesthesia, and that he was going to give a speech tomorrow, which would affect his condition.

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Xun's face fell to the bottom, and he laughed mockingly twice, "You are really amazing."

Turned around and left the ward.

But after a while, Jiang Xun came back again, exuding hostility, and sat down in front of Qin Rong without saying a word. Qin Rong looked at him suspiciously, as if wondering why he came back again.

Jiang Xun caught a glimpse and said, "See how it hurts you to death."

Qin Rong stared at Jiang Xun for a while, and when the doctor told him to turn around, he said softly, "It doesn't hurt."

"What did you say?" Jiang Xun frowned, he seemed to have heard the voice, but Qin Rong's lips were tightly pressed, as if they had never been opened, which made him wonder if he was hallucinating.

Qin Rong ignored him, closed his eyes, and waited for the doctor to deal with him.

After the seven stitches were finished, Qin Rong's whole body seemed to be fished out of the water. His forehead, back, and chest were all covered with sweat, but during the whole process, he didn't say a word, and he didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows.

Before the doctor left, he couldn't help but said, "You are the first one who is so pain-resistant and I have been in the industry for so long."

Qin Rong raised his lower lip slightly, as if sarcastic, and when the doctor left, he looked at Jiang Xun, "Let's go."

Jiang Xun's face was extremely pale, and he clenched his fists around his side, as if he was desperately suppressing something.

Qin Rong's voice became a little hoarse, and he asked again: "Aren't you leaving?"

But Jiang Xun still ignored him, he sighed, "Are you still unwilling to calm down?"

Now, Qin Rong was at a loss what to do, he had already fed and smashed, and he couldn't think of any other way.

The son of a bitch has been away for six years, his temper has only risen but not fallen, and it has become more and more difficult to deal with.

"If you scratch your skin, you will be in pain and unable to sleep all night."

Jiang Xun said suddenly.

Qin Rong was stunned, he was afraid of pain, the fear was deep in his bones, because of this, he didn't even dare to learn things like cycling, there was no other reason, he was afraid of falling, the pain after falling was unbearable for him .

After entering Qin's house, he was injured more often, earlier because of Jiang Xun.

When Jiang Xun was young, like most children, he was mischievous and restless. He also loved to pester Qin Rong. Like a rambunctious dog, he ran after Qin Rong's butt all day long.

Once, when he was sitting on a stone step more than one meter high and enjoying the cool breeze, Qin Rong stood beside him like a wooden stake.

He got bored after blowing for a while, so he insisted on jumping off the stone steps and let Qin Rong follow him.

Qin Rong naturally had no right to resist, he stood closer and stretched out his arms, "Young master, jump."

"It's Ah Xun!" Jiang Xun was very dissatisfied.

Qin Rong had no choice but to say, "Ah Xun."

"That's right!" Jiang Xun pressed his hands down, "Brother, squat down, it's too high."

Qin Rong did as he did, and as soon as he bent down, Jiang Xun jumped down like a gust of wind, which caught him off guard. He was already unsteady, but Jiang Xun fell into his arms, and the weight made him jump forward. Tight, at the last moment, he desperately covered Jiang Xun's head with his hands.

"Young master, did you fall?" Qin Rong got up, and the first thing he did was to check Jiang Xun. When he saw that Jiang Xun was intact except for a little dust, he breathed a sigh of relief like the rest of his life.

"Brother, your hand..."

He looked at Jiang Xun, and found that the noble young master's eyes were red. At this moment, the overwhelming pain came from the back of his hand, and his face turned pale instantly.

"It's okay." Qin Rong hid his hands behind his back, his hands trembling like sieves.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

Most of the skin on the back of the hand was rubbed off by the rough mud, and blood seeped out of the black ash.

That night, Qin Rong lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, the pain was like a needle piercing into his heart, pricking it one after another.

He stared at the ceiling, a little regretful, he knew that he would not protect the young master.

As soon as the idea appeared, there was a knock on the door, which was knocked and paused for a while, showing extra caution.

Qin Rong was in so much pain that he didn't have the slightest intention to open the door.

After four or five knocks, the people outside the door seemed to think that he was asleep, and it took a long time before the voice came, "Brother, are you asleep?"

In the child's immature voice, there is guilt and caution.

He can still ignore others, but the young master can't, Qin Rong sighed, lifted the quilt and opened the door resignedly.

As soon as the door opened, the young master was hugging his pillow, wearing pajamas, his eyes were still a little red, like a pup wagging his tail aggrieved.

"elder brother."

Qin Rong asked: "Young master, what's the matter?"

"Is brother unhappy?" The young master grabbed Qin Rong's clothes.

"No."

"Brother lied."

"I didn't lie to you, I'm not angry."

"Brother is just lying," Jiang Xun pressed his lips down, "My brother is frowning, and when Dad frowns, he is angry."

There was a wind passing through the aisle, which stimulated a layer of goosebumps. Qin Rong was worried that Jiang Xun would catch a cold, so he let him in and explained, "I'm not angry, but it hurts so I frowned."

"Then Ah Xun blow it to my brother." Jiang Xun held Qin Rong's hand, and the child's immature face was extremely serious, "Blow it and it won't hurt."

After blowing twice, Qin Rong withdrew his hand like an electric shock, "Thank you, young master, it doesn't hurt anymore."

His gentle omega father also likes to say that, it doesn't hurt after blowing, but it still hurts after blowing, so it's better not to get hurt, if you don't get hurt, it won't hurt.

The child's emotions came and went quickly. Seeing that Qin Rong said it didn't hurt anymore, he took it as if it really didn't hurt, and immediately returned to his nature, threw the pillow on the bed, and then climbed into the bed, "I want to be with my brother sleep together."

"……it is good."

So, Qin Rong couldn't sleep because of the pain, stared at the ceiling all night, and had to cover the young master who loved to kick the quilt from time to time.

"You used to be very afraid of pain." Jiang Xun raised his eyes, the palms around him trembling slightly.

Qin Rong, who used to be unable to sleep all night with scratched skin and pain, now does not take anesthesia and stitches, and does not even blink.

In the middle, what happened?

Jiang Xun couldn't think of it, couldn't guess it.

Qin Rong said disapprovingly: "You also said that it was in the past. When you are older, you will naturally be more resistant to pain than when you were young."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Xun's grief was crushed to pieces, and Jiang Xun's face became even more stinky.

After some tossing, it was already three or four o'clock in the morning.

"Young master, are you going home?"

Maybe when Jiang Xun talked about the past, Qin Rong suddenly called out the previous title.

Jiang Xun glared at Qin Rong, "Shut up!" He picked up his coat and walked out, seeing that Qin Rong didn't follow, he turned back and glared at him, "Why do you want to spend the night in the hospital?"

Qin Rong suddenly smiled, relaxed his body like a sigh of relief, and followed Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun walked resolutely, but today he walked slowly. Qin Rong looked at him behind him, guessing in his heart that maybe he was tired.

His eyes traced Jiang Xun's back, tall and handsome, like an umbrella with a wide handle, able to shelter people from wind and rain.

He closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to touch the wound. As soon as his hand touched it, the heart-rending pain spread from the wound to his limbs.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

From yesterday to now, he seems to have been dreaming, touching Jiang Xun who seldom even appeared in dreams these years.

It was too unreal, but fortunately, it hurt so much that he could clearly know that he was not dreaming.

He hooked his lips, his eyes were soft, and he was convinced again.

Ah Xun is really back.

[The author has something to say]: Regarding the anesthetic, everyone should just take it for fun, don't get too deep into it!

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