Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

Kuang Mu's eyelids were heavy and he was dreaming intermittently.

He dreamed about when he was young again, so young that he couldn't remember things clearly, and the memory of that thing was only a blur of darkness.

At that time, Kuang Mu had only arrived at Ji Xiaohuan's house not long ago, and he would follow Ji Xiaohuan wherever he went. Ji Xiaohuan was very impatient about this, but he couldn't bear Kuang Mu's love to cry, so he had no choice but to take this little boy wherever he went. Followers take it there.

Gradually, Kuang Mu and his neighbor's brothers and sisters also played together.

One day everyone decided to play hide-and-seek together. Kuang Mu was a year or two younger than those kids, and he hid a bit more clumsily, so he was always the first to be caught.

After finally waiting for Ji Xiaohuan to become a ghost, Kuang Mu had an unidentified aura in his heart, wanting to be found at the latest and Ji Xiaohuan to praise him.

So Kuang Mu, wearing little overalls, staggered to a small villa that was being renovated.

The small villa has just been painted with red brick-colored paint. From a distance, it looks like Santa Claus's house, but when you get closer, you can smell a pungent smell, so few children will walk in here.

There was no one in the villa on the weekend, and the door was open for ventilation.

Kuang Mu walked around twice and walked to the backyard. He saw a big house in front of him, and there was a car parked in it. It was a hard place to find.

So Kuang Mu walked into the room.

Not long after, Kuang Mu heard footsteps coming from outside, he quickly squatted down, hugged his knees with his hands, shrank himself behind the car with his little feet, his heart was beating so loudly that he was afraid of Ji Xiaohuan Saw him and caught him.

But the footsteps stopped in front of the gate, and when Kuang Mu was holding his breath, he heard two beeps outside, and the rolling shutter door of the garage fell, shutting out all the light tightly.

Kuang Mu was stunned for a moment, then he stood up slowly, groping his way to the gate, trying to push it open.

But the door can't be pushed open...

Kuang Mu was timid and had to be accompanied even when he slept at night. He had never experienced such a thing before, so he began to sob softly, clasped the big iron gate with his hand, and called his brother loudly.

But there was silence outside, and no one heard his call.

Kuang Mu was terrified. In a panic, he bumped into a high shelf next to him. A large pot of red paint on the shelf fell down, and the dark red viscous liquid poured directly on him. The unpleasant smell choked Kuang Mu. Coughing violently, squatting on the ground coughing and vomiting.

His face was covered with paint, and Kuang Mu wiped his face frantically with his sleeves. The sleeves became dirty, but his face couldn't be wiped clean no matter what.

Kuang Mu was still crying at first, but as he stayed in the garage longer and longer, he became more and more frightened, and the pungent smell of paint made him feel dizzy.

He couldn't even utter a loud cry, and shrank in a corner, not daring to stand up.

I don't know how long it took before the sound of someone calling came from outside. The sound was very small at first, then it became louder and louder as if the loudspeaker button was pressed, until finally there was only the sound of knocking on the door.

The sound was deafening, like a huge hammer hitting the iron door, and even the walls were trembling violently, as if the house was about to be smashed down.

Kuang Mu shrank back in fear, and tightly covered his ears with his hands. Every vibration outside the door made him tremble. He wanted to hide but there was nowhere to hide. I have no strength.

"Mumu!"

"Mumu!"

A series of familiar voices came, Kuang Mu looked up and saw a hole in the iron gate somehow smashed out, Ji Xiaohuan leaned in from the hole, followed by several adults.

Ji Xiaohuan rushed into the garage with a flashlight, tripped over something on the ground, staggered and nearly fell to the ground, but he didn't care about these, straightened up with his hands on the ground and started looking for someone.

"Ugh..."

Kuang Mu huddled in a corner and whimpered.

Ji Xiaohuan paused for a moment, then turned his head to see Kuang Mu's blood red body.

His head froze, and his eyes turned red instantly.

Ji Xiaohuan almost jumped in front of Kuang Mu, held Kuang Mu in his arms, checked his body in a panic, and asked anxiously: "Mu Mu, where did you get hurt? Why are you bleeding so much... …”

Ji Xiaohuan was so panicked that he didn't even realize that the red color on Kuang Mu's body was paint.

Kuang Mu tightly hugged Ji Xiaohuan's arm with both hands, and tried his best to stick himself against Ji Xiaohuan's body, feeling his heat, tears kept streaming down his face.

He really wanted to talk to Ji Xiaohuan, but he couldn't even open his mouth.

Later, Kuang Mu was sent to the hospital, where he became seriously ill and had intermittent fevers for a month.

Low fever during the day, high fever at night, and constant nightmares and crying, no matter what medicine you take, it won't go away.

At that time, Kuang Jinshan was busy developing his own business, and Kuang Mu was like a hot potato to him, and he didn't even care about it when he was dumped by Ji's family.

During those days when Kuang Mu was ill, only Ji Mingyi and Aunt Sun were guarding Kuang Mu, and Ji Xiaohuan also ran to the hospital to accompany Kuang Mu as soon as school was over.

Seeing Kuang Mu like this, Ji Mingyi was in a hurry. He transferred Kuang Mu to several hospitals and tried various methods, but nothing worked.

In the end, he went to the doctor in a hurry, and found an old Taoist who knew Fengshui under the suggestion of an old nurse in the hospital.

The Taoist squeezed his beard, looked at Kuang Mu for a while, and finally said that Kuang Mu was haunted by the darkness, and he needed a name that would shine.

Ji Mingyi didn't understand: "What does the name that lights up mean?"

The Taoist continued to pinch his beard, and gave a few examples casually: "Light, Fire, Yang, Candle... Similar names."

Ji Xiaohuan was sitting by the side, frowning.

He felt that none of the names given by the Taoist priests were suitable for Kuang Mu. Kuang Mu was usually quiet and quiet. It should not be too dazzling, but should be a soft and cool light.

It was supposed to be a very small matter, but Ji Xiaohuan paid attention to it.

In order to come up with a good name for Kuang Mu, he read the new vocabulary book in the first grade of elementary school all night.

In the early morning of the next day, Ji Xiaohuan took advantage of Kuang Mu's wakefulness during the day and rubbed against Kuang Mu's bedside.

He sat cross-legged beside Kuang Mu's bed, raised his hand to touch Kuang Mu's hot face, and said solemnly like a little adult, "I will call you Little Moon from now on."

Kuang Mu's small face feels very good to the touch, it is white and tender like a piece of soft tofu, Ji Xiaohuan always likes to pinch his face, every time Kuang Mu obediently let Ji Xiaohuan toss him, he never resisted.

It's just that this time Ji Xiaohuan's subordinates tossed Kuang Mu into pain, Kuang Mu frowned, shrank back under the quilt with a red face, and looked at him with a pair of beautiful big eyes complaining and wronged .

Ji Xiaohuan thought it was Kuang Mu who didn't like it, so he raised his voice and asked, "You don't like it?"

Without waiting for Kuang Mu to speak, he turned over and got out of bed, picked up a watercolor pen and a small notebook, and ran back again. When he ran back, Ji Xiaohuan was a little anxious, and his upper body plopped on Kuang Mu's bed.

The thin hospital bed swung violently inside, making a crisp creaking sound, which made Kuang Mu's face turn pale with fright, and stared at Ji Xiaohuan in horror with his wide watery eyes.

"Ji Xiaohuan, what are you doing? Surprised!" Ji Mingyi was reading the newspaper on the sofa, and immediately stood up when he heard the movement here.

He pointed at Ji Xiaohuan fiercely, and said with a dark face: "Your brother is still sick, if you dare to scare him again, I will not let you come here again!"

After Ji Xiaohuan was trained, he immediately became more honest, and he didn't even dare to speak loudly.

He lay on the bed, and wrote his name stroke by stroke in the notebook: Ji Xiaohuan.

He whispered to Kuang Mu: "This is my name. Xiao means the sky at night, and Huan means light. My name means the light that illuminates the sky at night."

Then he wrote two more words: Xiaoyue.

Mu Ming didn't understand what this meant.

Kuang Mu shook his head.

Ji Xiaohuan told Kuang Mu quite proudly: "This word was only taught by the Chinese teacher a few days ago. Xiaoyue refers to the moon in the night sky."

He pointed to himself and said: "Night sky." He pointed to Kuang Mu and said: "The moon."

Then he put his hand under the quilt dishonestly, grabbed Kuang Mu's soft little hand, squeezed it, and asked with a smile: "Will little Mu Mu be my little moon?"

Kuang Mu was only a little over four years old at that time, and his reaction was slower than Ji Xiaohuan's.

He was lying on the bed, his face was hot and powdery, his hand was pinched by Ji Xiaohuan and he let him rub it, his big black eyes looked at Ji Xiaohuan, it took him a while to react, and he said softly: " I would like to..."

Ji Xiaohuan burst out laughing.

So he began to get carried away again, and the vile detective began to pinch Kuang Mu's little face again, tilting his head and teasing Kuang Mu loudly: "Little moon, little moon, then do you want to be my little moon all the time? "

Ji Xiaohuan felt a little pain, but Kuang Mu felt soft inside, he smiled at Ji Xiaohuan, and said with a weak voice, "Yes..."

As if he was afraid that his voice was too low, Ji Xiaohuan couldn't hear the affirmation in his words, he worked hard to raise his voice, and said with red eyes: "I will always be my brother's little moon... ..”

Seeing Kuang Mu's serious expression, the smile on Ji Xiaohuan's face deepened. He threw the notebook and pen spread beside the bed onto the floor, lay on his side crookedly beside Kuang Mu, and raised his hand to write it down. Playing with Kuang Mu's earlobes, making Kuang Mu's ears red, and then shouting in his ears with a smile: "Little Moon..."

"Little Moon..."

"My little moon...."

Kuang Mu turned his head to look at Ji Xiaohuan, his eyes sparkled, and he also smiled foolishly.

Everything around is so beautiful.

Suddenly Kuang Mu's smile froze for a moment, he saw that the originally bright pictures around him gradually turned gray as if fading, Ji Xiaohuan's face also became colder and colder, he was not smiling anymore, but had a cold face Said to Kuang Mu: "We can't go back to the past."

"Don't come to me again, the best way to get along between you and me is a stranger."

"As long as it is stained with things from your Kuang family, I think it's dirty."

.......

After saying this, Ji Xiaohuan's body became more and more transparent. He turned around with a cold face, and stepped into the darkness behind him step by step.

Kuang Mu straightened up from the hospital bed with difficulty, and stretched out his hand to Ji Xiaohuan's back. His fingertips trembled violently, and his body was too soft to move. He could only open his mouth, crying and calling Ji Xiaohuan Huan: "Brother..."

"Brother, don't go..."

At that moment, Kuang Mu could clearly realize that this was a dream, but this dream was so painful that he was in the real scene of the pain, and the heart-piercing pain came from his heart. He tried his best to move his body, Struggling desperately to get rid of this nightmare, like a drowning person, constantly struggling in the floating sea that is about to drown him.

At this moment, two hands suddenly held his icy fingertips, and at that moment, the continuous warmth was like a tranquilizer, leading to Kuang Mu's limbs.

"I'm here, go to sleep."

The appearance of that voice was like a light that shattered the darkness, all of Kuang Mu's restlessness was soothed at once. Kuang Mu held those hands tightly back, feeling the warmth in his palms, and all the fear in the dream was like smoke for a while. dissipated.

He loosened his tense body, curled up limply on the bed, and fell asleep drowsily again.

At six o'clock in the morning, an elderly nurse came to round the ward with a small iron cart.

As soon as she entered the door, she dismantled the syringe and started dispensing the medicine, her eyes flicked back and forth between Ji Xiaohuan and Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu lay on the bed and slept peacefully, but the quilt on the accompanying bed next to him was folded cleanly, without any trace of use.

Ji Xiaohuan was standing by the window, with his hands in his pockets, looking silently at the people going downstairs.

"You haven't slept all night?" the nurse asked after flicking the needle.

Ji Xiaohuan moved his eyes away from the window, turned around and walked to the bedside, gave a sigh of grace, and looked down at the nurse hanging the needle on Kuang Mu.

"This is your brother, right? You really care about your brother. I rarely see a boy as old as you who can stay overnight. A divorced woman in the upstairs ward has breast cancer, and his son is also like that. You are so old, you go to the Internet cafe to play every night, and you don't even accompany his mother..."

Nurses in their 40s like chatter the most, and she talks to herself, and doesn't care if Ji Xiaohuan responds.

When she finished hanging the needle, she suddenly remembered that there was a scratch on Kuang Mu's left arm. It happened that Ji Xiaohuan was standing on the left side of the hospital bed, so she didn't bother to move her position, and said to Ji Xiaohuan, "Take off the quilt and look at your brother. Is your arm still bleeding?"

The old nurse didn't know about the relationship between Ji Xiaohuan and Kuang Mu, but thought they were brothers because they were both very handsome.

She talked about your brother one by one, and Ji Xiaohuan didn't bother to refute, so he lifted the quilt as he said.

Kuang Mu's arms spread out and hung beside the bed, pressing the wound underneath.

The nurse clicked his tongue and said, "Turn his arm over. Pressing the wound is not conducive to long-term closure."

But Ji Xiaohuan took two steps back and said, "You should do it."

The nurse frowned and muttered: "Oh, you child, wouldn't it be fine if you just flip through it?"

Ji Xiaohuan sat on the stool and didn't answer.

The nurse had no choice but to go to see Kuang Mu's wound by herself, but couldn't help but mutter in her heart, thinking that the pair of brothers were very strange.

Yesterday she was on the night shift to give Kuang Mu an injection, and it was her brother who heard Kuang Mu's fever at night.

It stands to reason that the two brothers should have a good relationship, but this elder brother treats his younger brother neither coldly nor indifferently, nor can he be said to be anxious or caring.

He didn't even want to bang him, and seemed very disgusted and resistant to his younger brother.

But I hate how a person can guard him all night, even when the needle is being injected, he can't take his eyes off it.

The nurse thought about it like this, feeling that she couldn't figure it out, so she looked at Ji Xiaohuan again.

Ji Xiaohuan crossed his legs again and started to play with his mobile phone with his head down, showing a cold atmosphere all over his body. Until the nurse left the ward, Ji Xiaohuan didn't stop her, and asked Kuang Mu if he still had a fever. Nothing serious.

Not a word was asked.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, Liu Hanwen and Pang Quan came again.

"Morning, Brother Huan!" Liu Hanwen yelled loudly as soon as he entered the ward, Ji Xiaohuan immediately glanced over unkindly, and subconsciously covered his mouth: "Sorry, I didn't know he was sleeping."

Liu Hanwen looked around, lowered his voice and asked, "Brother Huan, you haven't slept all this time, have you?"

"I played the game all night, not sleepy."

"Awesome!" Liu Hanwen gave a thumbs up, walked carelessly to the escort bed and sat down.

Pang Quan took a look at Ji Xiaohuan's light blue eyes, and he didn't say much because of his rare sense of humor.

He put the white paper bag in his hand on the table and said, "Liu Hanwen and I brought some breakfast over here, but it's a little cold, you can take it to the hospital cafeteria to warm it up, and we'll just keep watch here."

Ji Xiaohuan didn't even look at the breakfast, he hummed and said, "Put it there, I'm not hungry yet."

Pang Quan also sat down next to Liu Hanwen. At this moment, he remembered something, took out a mobile phone from his pocket, and handed it to Ji Xiaohuan: "Here, this is Kuang Mu's mobile phone. Those idiots Hao took it away, but Qiu Qing asked for it, and she asked me to bring it today if she has something to do."

Ji Xiaohuan took the phone, and as soon as his thumb touched the phone screen, the black screen automatically turned on, and several messages on it were forced into Ji Xiaohuan's eyes.

There is a text message from Aunt Sun, and a text message with "Aunt Yan".

——Xiao Mu, your father and I returned to China today.

——Xiao Mu, why didn't you answer the phone?

——Xiao Mu, if you wake up, call mom back, don't worry mom.

Ji Xiaohuan unconsciously squeezed the phone tightly, his wrist trembling slightly.

Just then Kuang Mu's cell phone rang, and the caller was "Aunt Yan".

The ringing of the bell kept echoing in the ward, disturbing Kuang Mu who was sleeping. He frowned and moved his body uneasily, seeing that he was about to wake up.

Liu Hanwen was anxious watching from the sidelines, and muttered softly: "Brother Huan, he's about to wake up, he's about to wake up!"

But Ji Xiaohuan looked at the phone expressionlessly, and didn't turn off the ringer, let alone answer the phone.

Pang Quan observed Ji Xiaohuan's reaction, and asked tentatively, "Do you want to pick it up?"

Ji Xiaohuan didn't respond, but just stared intently at the three words on the screen.

It took a while until the ringing stopped before he put the phone on the bedside table, lowered his head and suddenly laughed, turned around and walked outside the ward.

"Brother Huan, why are you going?" Liu Hanwen asked in a low voice.

Ji Xiaohuan said, "Have breakfast."

"I'll go with you." Pang Quan immediately stood up.

"Didn't you just finish breakfast?" Liu Hanwen grabbed Pang Quan's clothes.

"I'm hungry again, okay?" Pang Quan shook off Liu Hanwen's hand.

Liu Hanwen looked at Kuang Mu, his face was very troubled for a while, he didn't like Kuang Mu, and he didn't want to stay in the same room with Kuang Mu, and finally he said falteringly, "Then I'm going to eat too, I'm hungry too."

"You?" Pang Quan stared at Ji Xiaohuan, then at Kuang Mu and said, "Then what should he do?"

"If you want to go, let's go together." Before Liu Hanwen could speak, Ji Xiaohuan spoke first.

The canteen of the hospital is opposite the inpatient building, Ji Xiaohuan didn't eat much, plus two other people had eaten in the morning, the three of them finished their breakfast in a short while.

Ji Xiaohuan was not in a hurry to go back, when he passed by the garden of the hospital, he took a pack of cigarettes, leaned on the chair in the corridor, and lit the cigarette slowly.

Sitting next to him, Liu Hanwen looked at Ji Xiaohuan's bandaged arm like a rice dumpling and asked, "Brother Huan, are your hands and arms serious?"

"It's nothing serious, just a few stitches."

Pang Quan didn't smoke and stood on the pillar next to them to watch their conversation. Liu Hanwen turned his head slightly and gave Pang Quan a wink. Pang Quan blinked and turned around pretending not to see.

Liu Hanwen cursed inwardly, looked up at the sky for a while with a cigarette in his mouth, bumped Ji Xiaohuan's arm, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "Hey, Brother Huan, what is the relationship between you and that kid? What's the relationship? It feels like you two are very familiar."

Ji Xiaohuan was silent for a while, then said slowly: "My neighbor when I was young, I played with him for a few days."

After saying this sentence, Ji Xiaohuan paused and added: "I'm not familiar with you."

"Oh... oh..." Liu Hanwen groaned twice, then frowned and asked, "Then why did he call you brother?"

Ji Xiaohuan flicked the cigarette ash, and said casually: "Maybe it was burnt out last night."

Pang Wen took two steps forward, and said, "What about his family? You can't always guard him, it's been a night."

Ji Xiaohuan held the cigarette in his mouth with one hand and took a puff, looked ahead, frowned slightly and did not speak.

In front is the garden of the hospital, with lush trees and flowers, and the mist sprayed by the fountain shining brightly in the sun. From time to time, patients in hospital gowns walk in the garden.

"It's getting late, you all go back." Ji Xiaohuan said.

Liu Hanwen: "Huh? We just came..."

"Go back, I'm a little sleepy, I'm going to sleep later, there is a Ferrari car show in Fuxi Building today, you can go and see it, don't waste your wonderful weekend in the hospital." Ji Xiaohuan turned his head sideways and inserted the cigarette butt beside him The trash can and smoke extinguishing place.

"I'll go, really, is there a young model?"

"Otherwise, the Ferrari show."

As soon as Liu Hanwen heard that there was a young model, he couldn't sit still. He didn't even smoke, and hurriedly threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, and ran away with one hand holding Pang Quan and the other two.

The surroundings became quiet all of a sudden, without the cover of the two people, the sun shone directly on Ji Xiaohuan's face.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his head and raised his hands to cover the sun, and said in a low voice, "Aren't you tired of standing there? Come out."

There was a rustling sound under a big tree in front of him, and Kuang Mu walked out with a pale face.

He was wearing a thin hospital gown, and he stood beside the tree somewhat restrainedly. The collar of the hospital gown was opened wide, revealing his clean neck and collarbone.

A gust of wind blew over, causing his hair to fly and his clothes to be disheveled, exposing his thin wrist bones. Kuang Mu couldn't bear the force of the wind, and took a weak step back, like a kite with fragile branches.

Ji Xiaohuan squinted at Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu was also quietly looking at Ji Xiaohuan, his eyes looked black and bright from a distance, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, like a puppy with wet eyes, when he looked at Ji Xiaohuan, he looked like He was looking at his master, his eyes full of sincerity.

Suddenly Kuang Mu's eyes fixed on Ji Xiaohuan's bandaged arm, his mouth trembled, and his eyes instantly turned red.

He bit his lip and walked quickly to Ji Xiaohuan's side.

Sitting on the seat, Ji Xiaohuan needed to look up at Kuang Mu. He felt his neck was tired, so he moved his neck and stopped looking.

Kuang Mu sniffed, squatted down, stared at Ji Xiaohuan's gauze-wrapped arm seriously, his eyes became redder and redder.

After a while, his eyes were filled with tears, and he stretched out his hand to stroke it carefully, not daring to use too much force, but lightly touched the position of the gauze with his tender white fingertips, and immediately withdrew his hand, a voice With a strong nasal voice, he asked: "...are you seriously injured?"

Ji Xiaohuan looked down at him, but didn't speak.

"Does it hurt..." Kuang Mu drooped his shoulders, his voice trembling uncomfortably.

Ji Xiaohuan remained silent, and stretched out his hand to catch Kuang Mu's chin, making him look up at him.

The corners of Kuang Mu's eyes were red, and there was water in his eyes. He looked up at Ji Xiaohuan with tears in his eyes, and let Ji Xiaohuan lift his chin. He didn't know how to resist, and he was full of obedience.

He can't see Ji Xiaohuan getting hurt, he can't do it at all, although Kuang Mu himself is very afraid of pain and is very fragile, but he would rather put all the pain on Ji Xiaohuan on him than let Ji Xiaohuan get hurt.

It was hard enough that his brother had been dragged down by him.

But he hurt him again.

He was so guilty, so guilty, and he felt sorry for him so much.

"It's not serious, it doesn't hurt."

Ji Xiaohuan rubbed Kuang Mu's chin with his callused thumb again and again, as if provocatively ambiguous, then with his thumb forcefully parted Kuang Mu's tightly biting lip, and asked leisurely, "Crying?"

Kuang Mu's eyelashes trembled twice, he closed his eyes in embarrassment, turned his head away, pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Wouldn't it be cold to come out wearing these little clothes?" Ji Xiaohuan asked again.

As soon as he heard Ji Xiaohuan's caring words, Kuang Mu's tears couldn't hold back at once. He closed his eyes and let out a sob from his throat. He lowered his head and tears fell drop by drop. He tightly grasped Ji Xiaohuan's hand with his fingers. , Crying shoulders are shrugging.

Seeing him crying like this, Ji Xiaohuan sighed and said, "I still love to cry..."

Kuang Mu burst into tears, crying so hard that he couldn't speak, but he held Ji Xiaohuan's hand very tightly, as if he was holding his baby.

He was squatting halfway, with his small head leaning against Ji Xiaohuan's side, tears dripping down with his panting.

Ji Xiaohuan could even feel Kuang Mu's tears hitting the back of his hand.

Ji Xiaohuan looked down at Kuang Mu's back that was heaving violently, and didn't know what to say for a while.

He has admired Kuang Mu's ability to shed tears since he was a child, especially when it comes to matters related to Ji Xiaohuan, the tears are endless, like a faucet with a hole in it, it can't stop no matter what.

Ji Xiaohuan sometimes suspects that Kuang Mu is made of water, otherwise why he loves to cry so much and hasn't dried up his tears.

But now Kuang Mu's injuries are much more serious than his, but he has never seen him cry so sad for himself, instead he is holding Ji Xiaohuan's arm which is not worth mentioning, crying upside down.

Ji Xiaohuan looked at Kuang Mu's eyes full of tears, raised his finger, and unconsciously wanted to wipe a tear from Kuang Mu's chin.

Ji Xiaohuan knows that Kuang Mu has many thorns on his body, but as long as Ji Xiaohuan is willing to hug him and coax him, he will have no thorns, only a soft belly, unguarded.

But in the end Ji Xiaohuan still didn't make that step, his fingers trembled imperceptibly, and then slowly dropped back to their original positions.

A boy in a hospital gown squatted in front of another boy, weeping uncontrollably in a low voice. This scene attracted the attention of the people around him, and they talked about it.

Ji Xiaohuan seemed unable to see those gazes, he looked up at the big tree in the distance, and let Kuang Mu pinch his hand motionlessly.

After a while, when Kuang Mu's crying faded away, he moved his hand, broke free from Kuang Mu's hand, stood up and said, "It's cold outside, go back to the ward."

After Ji Xiaohuan finished speaking, he walked forward on his own, his steps were fast, and he didn't realize that Kuang Mu didn't follow until he reached the gate of the hospital building.

Ji Xiaohuan turned his head and saw that Kuang Mu was still squatting where he was. His body was thin, and when he squatted on the ground, he looked like a small ball.

I saw his furry head moving, turned his head to look in Ji Xiaohuan's direction, then lowered his head and rubbed his red and swollen eyes from crying, and tried to stand up with one hand on the seat, but he didn't know if his legs were numb. , his hands trembled, and he squatted back down again.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned, but didn't move, just looked at Kuang Mu quietly.

Kuang Mu repeated the action just now, supported his waist with one hand, and stood up with difficulty. He moved towards Ji Xiaohuan's direction, but it was extremely difficult, his steps were crooked like a toddler .

Ji Xiaohuan discovered the clue now, he quickly walked back to Kuang Mu's side, supported Kuang Mu's arm with one hand to support his body, and asked, "What's wrong with your feet?"

Kuang Mu raised his head, and glanced at Ji Xiaohuan with teary red eyes, his mouth trembled, and he said in a low voice: "It's sprained..."

"A sprained ankle? When did it happen?"

Ji Xiaohuan clearly remembered that when he brought Kuang Mu to see a doctor yesterday, the doctor checked Kuang Mu's whole body, and there was nothing wrong with his feet.

Kuang Mu stood staggeringly, obviously in extreme pain, he turned his head slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and pursed his mouth not wanting to answer this question.

Ji Xiaohuan is really about to be laughed at by Kuang Mu's character.

Kuang Mu is sometimes very stubborn, and ten cows can't pull back the things he has decided. For example, if he doesn't want to answer this question now, he will hold his breath and keep silent.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned and looked at Kuang Mu for a while, but he couldn't come up with any answer, and he was too lazy to compete with Kuang Mu. He let go of Kuang Mu's hand, turned his back and squatted in front of Kuang Mu: "Come up Bar."

Kuang Mu was stunned for a moment, then stood there blankly looking at Ji Xiaohuan, without moving.

A gust of cold wind blew, Ji Xiaohuan was obviously impatient, he said: "Is it carried back by me, or should I find a wheelchair and let the doctor push it back for you?"

Kuang Mu came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream, and immediately bent down, put his arms around Ji Xiaohuan's neck, and waited until he finished this set of movements before he remembered to answer Ji Xiaohuan's words , so he rested his chin on Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder, lowered his eyes slightly, and said softly: "Back your back......"

Ji Xiaohuan's left hand was injured and he couldn't use his strength, so he could only use his right hand to support Kuang Mu to stand up.

Kuang Mu hugged Ji Xiaohuan very tightly, his chin rested on Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder, his chest was tightly attached to Ji Xiaohuan's back, and he could even feel his heart beating wildly. It hit Ji Xiaohuan's back.

Kuang Mu's eyes still had the remaining tears from just crying, and his pupils were crystal clear. He was secretly looking at Ji Xiaohuan along the way, and his face began to turn red disobediently, and finally buried his head in the On Ji Xiaohuan's shoulders, like an ostrich, only the red tips of his ears were exposed.

Kuang Mu tossed dishonestly on Ji Xiaohuan's back, Ji Xiaohuan didn't look back, but carried Kuang Mu back to the ward with a blank expression.

Doctor Qin was running around in a hurry outside the ward. As soon as he saw the two people coming back, he rushed over angrily, pointed at Kuang Mu, and started training: "What's going on! You ran out without saying a word! How much weight do you have? Don’t know the two?! How dare you run around!”

Kuang Mu lay on Ji Xiaohuan's back, shrank his body and did not speak.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned.

Doctor Qin gave a few more instructions to the intern doctor, waved away angrily, and turned to check other rooms.

When the intern doctor opened the door, Ji Xiaohuan knew why Doctor Qin was so angry.

The ward was fine before Ji Xiaohuan left, but when he came back now, the frame for hanging the needles fell on the ground, the quilt fell on the ground, and the room was in a mess.

Ji Xiaohuan stood at the door, knowingly asked: "Who made it?"

Sure enough, Kuang Mu moved restlessly on his back, biting his lip and not daring to speak.

The intern glanced at Kuang Mu, and the meaning was already obvious.

Ji Xiaohuan's face became even more serious, he thought he now knew when Kuang Mu's foot sprained.

He threw Kuang Mu onto the bed gently, lowered his head and picked up the quilt.

With a click, Kuang Mu's cell phone shook out from under the quilt.

When Kuang Mu saw the things on the ground, his expression changed, and he struggled to get out of bed to pick them up by himself.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his hand and pressed his shoulder to stop him from tossing around, then bent down and picked up the phone.

The phone screen turned on again, and the message sent by Yan Minhui was still on the lock screen, but Ji Xiaohuan didn't even look at it, put the phone on the bedside, walked to the chair beside the bed and sat down.

The intern doctor came over and began to measure Kuang Mu's temperature, holding a notebook in his hand, and asked the situation while recording: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Kuang Mu glanced at Ji Xiaohuan silently, and said, "It's okay."

The intern looked at him with a frown, and asked in a different way: "Does your back hurt?"

Kuang Mu: "...it hurts."

"Does your stomach hurt?"

Kuang Mu: "...it hurts."

Ji Xiaohuan's face was gloomy when he heard it. He waited until the intern doctor finished asking, and then he took over and said, "Doctor, he still has a fever and his ankle is sprained. When he was walking just now, the pain was so painful that he couldn't walk."

"A sprained foot again?" The intern raised his eyebrows and lowered his head to check the injury on Kuang Mu's foot. Before he could touch his foot, Kuang Mu shrank back in resistance.

The intern doctor took a look at him, and stopped moving, but put his hands in his pockets: "There should be no bone injuries on the feet, I can't eat today, and I will have a gastroscopy to check the stomach tomorrow. The congestion on the waist and ankles needs to be cleared." Massage it with ointment."

After the intern gave his instructions, he asked a few more questions and went out.

Only Kuang Mu and Ji Xiaohuan were left in the room.

Ji Xiaohuan sat back in the chair and started playing games again, Kuang Mu looked at him sideways for a while, then lowered his head and fingered the thread on the bed sheet.

He doesn't quite remember what happened yesterday, but he knows that it was Ji Xiaohuan who rushed into the warehouse to rescue him, and guarded him all night last night.

The end of the thread was strangled on the index finger, and the fingertips were red and swollen. Kuang Mu stared at the finger in a daze, but he didn't have half the strength of Panasonic. His cheeks were slightly red, and he hesitated for a long time before softly saying: "Ji Xiaohuan... .I have nothing to do with Qiuqing."

When Kuang Mu said this suddenly, Ji Xiaohuan paused for a while while playing the game, and continued to fight nimbly. After a while, he responded casually.

Kuang Mu swallowed, and said aloud after a while, "I don't want to have a gastroscopy......"

The sound of the game ending came from Ji Xiaohuan's phone. He locked the screen and squeezed the phone tightly. Only then did he have the time to look away and look at Kuang Mu: "You can decide on your own, there is no need to tell me."

Kuang Mu bit his lower lip, his eyes sparkled, he lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

Ji Xiaohuan was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "You should tell your family about your current situation, now you are sick and need to be taken care of, no one will always be there except your family