Chasing bamboo horses with games

Lu Junqi couldn't tell whether he should be happy or disappointed.

He could feel that his emotions were slowly calming down, and he was gradually regaining his ability to think.He tried to relax his aching body due to overly tense nerves, and told himself through the dull pain in his chest: this time, too.

As his heart rate calmed down, his perception of the outside world became clearer.

The room was always quiet, as if he was the only one, but Wen Shaoyou clearly sat by the bed and bandaged him.The medical bandages covered the ugly old scar and the new injury beside it, but they couldn't cover the obvious pain, and it was still burning after the medicine was applied.It was only at this moment that he felt a fishy and salty taste in his mouth, and there was no place where the whole jaw was connected to the gums without pain.Thinking of this, he secretly glanced at Wen Shaoyou, and decided that it was better for him to hold back.

There was nothing wrong with Wen Shaoyou's movements. He slowly put iodophor, Yunnan Baiyao, bandages and cotton swabs back into the medicine box, and then threw the used tissues and cotton swabs into the trash can, but Lu Junqi swore, He heard the snap of the cotton swab shaft.

After all, his hair is considerate. After throwing out the trash and putting the medicine box back to its original place, he still poured water for him to rinse his mouth. Although he didn't say a word the whole time, he acted forcefully.

He didn't know the crux of Wen Shaoyou's anger, but luckily his IQ was still there, so it was always right to admit counsel at this time.So he just silently followed Fa Xiao's movements and sat up, but he never expected that Fa Xiao's body smelled of cigarettes.

Lu Junqi coughed so badly, he didn't torment himself to death because of the illness, but he almost lost his breath because of the cough.After finally stopping the cough, the quilt was also wet, and there was still half a glass of water dangling in the glass that had been placed on the table.

Standing by the bed, Wen Shaoyou took a deep breath, picked up the quilt on him, and went to the living room.

Lu Junqi got up by himself, rinsed his mouth, turned off the lamp again, lay back on the bed, and pulled Wen Shaoyou's quilt to wrap himself up.If he felt tired and uncomfortable before, now he is a little angry.If you get bored, go back to your own place and live. Who will you show favor to?

When he got angry, he felt that his headache was worse, he sighed, and buried his head in the quilt, as if no one could see his frowning brows and misty eyes.

Wen Shaoyou stood in the living room with luck, looking at the quilt spread out on the sofa, he felt helpless, what was it all about.I had no choice but to take the quilt cover apart and put it aside, and wait until tomorrow to wash and dry it. I hope it will be a good weather.

Turning around and going back to the room, standing at the door, with the light of the living room, I could only see a raised shadow on the bed.Wen Shaoyou's anger was half gone, and he expressed his dissatisfaction by turning off the lights. What kind of naive operation is this?

He pressed the switch in the living room, groped to pull the chair to the side of the bed and sat down, without saying a word, just lay quietly on the back of the chair to sort out his emotions.

Lu Junqi was angry and aggrieved at the moment, and it was even more impossible for him to speak up on his own initiative.

The two of them seemed to have started a silent competition of patience, but limited by objective conditions, this competition did not last long.There's no way, if Lu Junqi doesn't get up to get the tissue, the snot will stick to the quilt.

When he was rinsing his mouth just now, he saw the tissue paper on the computer desk, so in order to avoid the water cup he put in it, he deliberately went around it from the outside.Halfway through the semicircle, it directly stuck to Wen Shaoyou's face.

"What the hell are you doing?" Wen Shaoyou pulled the hand that was frozen on his face, and was taken away before he could hold it.

Lu Junqi covered his nose, squeezed out a word from between his teeth, full of urgency: "Paper."

Wen Shaoyou understood, turned around and touched the paper box and handed it over: "Here."

Lu Junqi hurriedly drew two cards in a "squeak" to get rid of the snot that had started to flow out.So, colds are the most annoying thing. A runny nose is like doing a filtration experiment. The first two days it leaked down like a leak, and then it was blocked without blowing. When I was in school, I hated chemistry. How could there be computer classes? fun.

After wiping his nose, Lu Junqi threw the ball of paper away, and was about to lie down, when he heard Wen Shaoyou's sullen voice.

"Lu Junqi, are you asking for a beating?"

Lu Junqi's anger from being drenched by the snot was burning again: "Huh? Who is begging for beating?"

"Of course the one who throws the wad of paper that blew his nose at people."

"Didn't it just throw you a ball of paper, and it wasn't intentional. You pinched me and it still hurts."

When Wen Shaoyou heard this, he became even angrier: "How dare you mention this? Who the hell used his wrist as a pig's trotter? He didn't respond to his screams. Do you really want to die that much? Ah? Is there only one scar on your face? Not enough? Do you want me to add some more for you?"

Lu Junqi sat up straight: "Wen Shaoyou, if you are capable, tell me what you said just now."

"Did I say something wrong? I'm bleeding from the bite, don't you hurt? If you don't hurt, I hurt! When will you trust me a little bit? When will you be willing to call me the first time? What you promised me is everything. fart?"

Lu Junqi blinked blankly, as if something was wrong, it was different from what he thought before.

"You're angry about this until now?"

Wen Shaoyou twitched his forehead: "What do you mean?"

"No." Lu Junqi softened his body, sat on the bed, lay down after thinking about it, and asked, "When did you learn to smoke?"

Wen Shaoyou was dissatisfied with his reaction, but he did not refuse to answer.

"17."

"Underage."

"Do you have a problem with minors?"

Regarding Wen Shaoyou's obsessive way of understanding, Lu Junqi said that he could not get used to it.

"I have a problem with underage smoking. Get out of here and take a bath. Who do you want to smoke to death?"

"Tsk." Wen Shaoyou stood up and left, cursing as he walked, "A dog's nose, you can smell smoke even if you have a cold. I thought only little girls couldn't smell it."

Lu Junqi was not to be outdone: "Who are you talking about, the little girl? It's not because I have a bad sense of smell when I catch a cold. Besides, how do you know that little girls can't smell cigarettes? When you were 17, you not only smoked but also threatened underage girls to accompany you Are you smoking? Are you immoral?"

"Shut up!" Wen Shaoyou yelled without looking back, angrily went to the drying rack on the small balcony to get a change of clothes, and went straight to take a shower.After a while, he laughed again while taking a shower: "You're so naive." After a while, he continued to scold, "You brat, you made me naive too."

Lying on the bed, Lu Junqi was alone for a while, touching the gauze on his left wrist, feeling a little strange: This attack ended so quickly, is it because of Xiaoyou's presence?However, it was better if he wasn't there.