Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

The white medicine jar was handed to Ji Xiaohuan, and the nurse raised her hand to Ji Xiaohuan, waiting for Ji Xiaohuan to take it.

Ji Xiaohuan stared at the pot of medicine and didn't move.

"Here." The nurse shook her hand and pouted her chin in Kuang Mu's position: "Your brother's injury will heal quickly after you apply this medicine."

Ji Xiaohuan followed the nurse's movements and looked at Kuang Mu.

Just now, Kuang Mu just shrank his upper body under the quilt, but now, his whole body is covered tightly, even his face is buried in the pillow, only a pair of red foreheads are exposed, burning like Like a red apple.

Ji Xiaohuan looked at the nurse again, and smiled politely: "Sorry, I don't know how to do this kind of thing."

"No? Just learn it. It's not difficult. Who else can help your brother paint it except you. Here."

Ji Xiaohuan suddenly smiled: "Your nurses must be more professional than me in these matters. I don't do anything light or hard, so don't rub him."

The nurse choked.

Logically speaking, this is indeed the responsibility of the nurses, but there are not enough medical staff in the hospital, so they asked the family members to do the simple things for them. Who knew that meeting Ji Xiaohuan today was more serious.

The nurse rubbed the medicine jar hesitantly, and finally said reluctantly: "Okay, then I will teach you first, and you let your brother..."

Before the nurse finished speaking, Kuang Mu lifted the quilt and sat up from the bed with a gulp, his face was red and trembling, even his neck and collarbone under the hospital clothes were very red.

He took the ointment from the nurse's hand, held it firmly in his hand, and said angrily, "I don't need help, I can apply it myself!"

"You child! How do you apply it on your lower back?" The nurse reached out to take the ointment in her hand.

Kuang Mu backed away to dodge, his back bumped against the head of the bed, he groaned in pain, bowed his body, his face turned pale for a while, but he stubbornly gritted his teeth and whispered: "I don't want others to touch you. I, I can do it myself."

Seeing Kuang Mu like this, the nurse raised her hand in the air, neither putting it down nor lifting it up, she looked at Ji Xiaohuan helplessly, wanting Ji Xiaohuan to persuade Kuang Mu.

Unexpectedly, Ji Xiaohuan sat comfortably next to him, looked at the nurse and raised his eyebrows and said, "Forget it, he really doesn't like being touched by others, there's nothing he can do about it."

Since both the patient and the "family members" spoke, the nurse couldn't make up her own mind anymore. She pursed her lips and said, "You can figure it out yourself." Then she walked away.

There were two more people left in the room, Ji Xiaohuan sat on the back of the chair, looking at Kuang Mu lightly.

Kuang Mu didn't look up at him, but lowered his head. The hair curtain covered half of his face on the forehead, only showing the tip of his sharp chin. It was so deep that it almost burst the ointment.

After a while, he sniffed twice, squeezed out the ointment and applied it directly to his ankle.

Kuang Mu didn't follow the nurse's doctor's order at all.

No rubbing, no massage, none of these complicated procedures, he just rubbed the red and swollen ankle twice with one hand, and quickly spread the white ointment evenly, very perfunctorily.

Before he had painted it twice, Ji Xiaohuan's cell phone sent out a text message with a ding.

Kuang Mu was very sensitive to this sound, he paused his hand that was applying the medicine, immediately stopped his movements, raised his head and looked at Ji Xiaohuan intently.

Ji Xiaohuan picked up the phone and looked at it twice, frowned slightly, replied to the message with one hand, stood up and strode towards the gate.

Kuang Mu's eyes followed Ji Xiaohuan's movements, and when he sensed that Ji Xiaohuan was about to go out, he immediately moved his body towards the bed, and asked in time, "Are you leaving?"

Ji Xiaohuan paused, turned sideways to look at Kuang Mu.

Now Kuang Mu is kneeling on the bed, supporting the bed with one hand, leaning slightly towards Ji Xiaohuan, his eyes are twinkling, waiting for Ji Xiaohuan's answer.

Ji Xiaohuan said in a low voice, "Yes."

Hearing Ji Xiaohuan's answer, Kuang Mu's eyes darkened instantly, his shoulders drooped, and he watched Ji Xiaohuan slowly sit down.

Kuang Mu's expression and his eyes showed that he didn't want Ji Xiaohuan to leave, but Kuang Mu knew very well that Ji Xiaohuan had been with him all night, he was very tired, and it was time to go back and rest.

Kuang Mu kept comforting himself like this. He bit his lower lip, curled up on his toes unconsciously, opened his mouth, and mustered up his courage to ask: "...Then, when will you come back?"

Ji Xiaohuan turned his head to look at him, avoiding the topic, but said seriously: "Kuang Mu, the doctor said that your current physical and psychological conditions need the company and comfort of your family."

This sentence again...

This is the second time Kuang Mu has heard this sentence today.

The word family is the biggest taboo between Kuang Mu and Ji Xiaohuan.

No matter how hard Kuang Mu tried to get close to Ji Xiaohuan, and no matter how much the relationship between the two before him eased, even if Ji Xiaohuan rushed into the warehouse to save him, even if Ji Xiaohuan guarded him all night.

Even now that Kuang Mu knows about his brother, he might not be able to let him go!He might even start to be ecstatic about it!

But as long as the family is mentioned, it will be like a giant hammer hitting the two of them, making both of them dripping with blood. Don't think about it, it can also make Kuang Mu suddenly sober, and make him once again Thinking back to the conversation that would have killed him that day in the woods.

Ji Mingyi passed away.

Whenever he thinks about this incident, Kuang Mu will realize very clearly that between him and Ji Xiaohuan, there is no longer the ice that may melt, but the blood hatred that will never be let go.

Kuang Mu didn't want to hear Ji Xiaohuan say that, and didn't want Ji Xiaohuan to remind him.

This incident was too cruel, he wanted to wrap himself tightly like a hedgehog, and wanted to live in an illusory dream.

But every time Ji Xiaohuan said these words, Kuang Mu seemed speechless, without even the slightest confidence to refute.

Kuang Mu's Adam's apple trembled, his hand supporting the bed tightened little by little, his knuckles were pale and he clutched the sheet in his hand, his body muscles tensed, but he stopped talking.

"I'll go first." Ji Xiaohuan finished arranging his clothes, turned around and opened the door and walked out.

The door of the ward closed with a loud click.

Kuang Mu's body also shook, and then his tense body softened instantly.

He panted violently twice, looking at the closed door, his eyes gradually turned red.

After an unknown amount of time, Kuang Mu fell back and lay on his back on the bed, covering his eyes with his arms, and clenched his teeth to restrain the soreness in his chest. The smell of blood came out.

family?accompany?comfort?

Who is his family?

Who can give him company and comfort?

Family members who are related to him by blood cannot give him company or comfort.

And he...has always regarded Ji Xiaohuan as his family.

After the weekend was over, the midterm exam week began. The midterm exam was the province's joint exam. The teachers of each subject frantically arranged real questions and practice questions, and even the evening self-study was postponed for half an hour.

Although Ji Xiaohuan is good at studying, it is not easy to live every day.

He hasn't been to the hospital in the past few days, and he hasn't asked about Kuang Mu's situation, and Kuang Mu hasn't contacted him. Everything seems to be back to the most ordinary time before.

Until one day between classes, Liu Hanwen sat at Ji Xiaohuan's front desk and knocked on his desk.

Ji Xiaohuan was writing his English homework for the evening, without even raising his head: "What's the matter?"

"Brother Huan, Doctor Qin called me this morning about Kuang Mu. I think it's necessary to tell you."

Ji Xiaohuan's pen paused: "What happened to him?"

Liu Hanwen's head hurt when he mentioned this, he leaned on the back of the chair and sighed exaggeratedly: "Doctor Qin told me that no one has visited Kuang Mu these days, and Kuang Mu sits on the bed every day and doesn't go out. Walking around, unable to eat, refused to go for a gastroscopy no matter what, the doctor asked him to contact his family, but he didn't speak, and he refused to contact his family. He has a very strange temper! Good guy, just because of Kuang Mu, The old guy quarreled with me on the phone, which made my head still hurt. What do you think has anything to do with me? How wronged I am!"

Ji Xiaohuan put down the pen in his hand, looked at Liu Hanwen and asked, "What else did Doctor Qin say?"

"It seems to be nothing..." Liu Hanwen frowned and thought for a while, suddenly his eyes widened, he raised a finger, and said twice in succession: "There is still more, Doctor Qin said Every day, he would either sit on the bed and look at the door, or sit by the window and stare downstairs, which frightened the new nurse at the hospital, and he thought several times..."

Liu Hanwen paused at this point, looked around, lowered his voice, and continued exaggeratedly: "They thought that Kuang Mu wanted to jump off the building several times!"

Hearing this, Ji Xiaohuan straightened up and leaned against the back of the chair, frowning imperceptibly.

"Brother Huan, I feel that there is something wrong with Kuang Mu here?"

Liu Hanwen pointed to his head, observing Ji Xiaohuan's reaction, seeing that Ji Xiaohuan didn't say anything, he continued: "Brother Huan, I said...you go and see him ? I feel that he seems to be quite... trusting you, otherwise I'm afraid that in his situation, it's nothing serious, and it wouldn't be worthwhile to have some serious illness."

Ji Xiaohuan stared at Liu Hanwen for a while, his pale eyes showed no emotion, after a while he lowered his head and responded casually: "I've been busy lately, so I won't go."

Sitting in front of him, Liu Hanwen was about to scratch his head: "Then what should I do? If no one cares about him, old man Qin will definitely kill me...how about I go and see him?" Yes, but he doesn't listen to me either!"

Liu Hanwen's look of dying caused people in the class to stare at him frequently. Ji Xiaohuan felt noisy, so he simply took out the earphones from his bag and put them on his ears, bowed his head and continued to do his homework, ignoring him.

At less than 05:30 in the afternoon, Qiuqing came to the hospital and brought a lot of food to visit Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu leaned against the head of the bed, watching her put everything on the dining table with a calm expression.

"I went to ask the doctor specifically, these are easy to digest, you can eat." Qiu Qing opened one of the beautifully packaged lunch boxes, held up a small pastry inside and handed it to Kuang Mu, saying: "This is an imperial food. The most difficult pastry to buy in Yangji, I made an appointment two days in advance before ordering it, do you want to try it?"

Kuang Mu turned his head slightly and said, "Thank you, let's put it there first."

Qiu Qing's expression darkened, and she put the pastry back into the box. She sat on the stool next to Kuang Mu's bed, put her hands on her knees, moved her fingers, and said hesitantly: "... Kuang Mu , What happened in the warehouse that day happened because of me, I'm sorry."

The setting sun shone in along the window, just hitting half of Kuang Mu's body.

He was wearing a thin hospital gown, the chest was covered by the quilt, and his hands were placed on the quilt, revealing his thin and distinct wrist bones, as well as his slender and white fingers.

Kuang Mu turned his head and looked at Qiu Qing quietly. He was thinner than before, and his face was even paler under the sun, as if he was about to become transparent.

He shook his head and said, "It's not your fault, you don't need to apologize."

Qiu Qing pursed her lips, her eyes were a little sore seeing Kuang Mu's weak appearance, so Qiu Qing lowered her head and quickly adjusted her mood, then raised her head with a smile: "Have you felt better recently?"

"much better."

"........"

Then there was a silence.

Kuang Mu is not a talkative person, especially when facing unfamiliar people, it is annoying to say a word. Usually, when Qiu Qing and Kuang Mu are together, she usually pesters Kuang Mu to talk, and rarely meets him. through this embarrassing atmosphere.

Qiu Qing lowered her head and tried hard to find something to talk about, but she found that the atmosphere between her and Kuang Mu seemed a little different now.

For some reason, she couldn't talk unscrupulously around Kuang Mu like before.

Before Qiu Qing could think of a topic, Kuang Mu took the initiative to speak: "Qiu Qing, I heard what happened last time. You found someone to save me. Thank you."

Perhaps it was because Kuang Mu was ill, but her voice was rare and soft. Qiu Qing was stunned for a moment, and waved her hands again and again: "No, no, that matter was a misunderstanding, and it's all because I got you in the way."

Kuang Mu lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Qiu Qing raised her eyes and looked at Kuang Mu cautiously. Every time she looked at Kuang Mu at close range, she would secretly be shocked in her heart how could there be such a good-looking boy, even now that Kuang Mu's sick face is pale and crooked. Leaning against the head of the bed, there is still a different kind of beauty.

Qiu Qing couldn't help but think of that day in the warehouse, when Kuang Mu grabbed Ji Xiaohuan's collar, his eyes were red from crying, and his eyes were full of grievances...

"Kuang Mu..." Qiu Qing called out subconsciously.

Kuang Mu raised his eyes and looked at Qiu Qing.

Suddenly stared at by Kuang Mu's beautiful eyes, Qiu Qing choked for a moment: "Well, I just want to ask if you and Ji Xiaohuan... have known each other before?"

Qiu Qing frowned, asking very tactfully.

Kuang Mu answered without hesitation: "Yes."

"...Then what is your relationship?"

Kuang Mu was silent for a moment: "We used to be very close family members."

"Family?" Qiu Qing frowned: "What do you mean? Are you two related by blood?"

Kuang Mu lowered his eyelashes, and instead of answering Qiu Qing's question, he asked her solemnly: "Qiu Qing, do you still like Ji Xiaohuan?"

Qiu Qing was taken aback by this question, she opened her mouth, and then said with a smile: "Damn, why don't you like it, we broke up a long time ago."

"Then do you still like him?" Kuang Mu asked again stubbornly, staring at Qiu Qing with a pair of dark eyes, making Qiu Qing's head go numb.

Qiu Qing's hand tightened unconsciously, still smiling: "I definitely don't like it anymore, I don't have to have him."

After getting the exact answer, all the strength in Kuang Mu's body seemed to be vented. He slowly leaned back to the head of the bed, lowered his head, and tightly twisted the thread on the quilt with his fingertips.

After a while, he said in a leisurely voice, "...But I must have him."

The wind outside the window started to blow again, the sound of people walking in the corridor, and the children started playing in the garden downstairs, the intermittent noise almost covered Kuang Mu's cold voice.

Qiu Qing's smile froze on her face, and the surrounding air seemed to be silent at this moment, she asked with a trembling voice, "You...what did you just say?"

Kuang Mu raised his head this time, his thin lips moved lightly, and he said word by word in a very slow and soft tone: "Qiu Qing, I must have him."

The author has something to say: I will update it at about twelve o'clock in the evening, which is thicker and longer than this chapter.

Why do we have to update it separately? It’s because I’m afraid that I’ll be locked into a small dark room at night, so if I get locked, you must remember to miss me, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo