Wang San and Xia Tianchuan

Xia Chuan has been very quiet and never speaks.

Wang San also didn't say a word, as if he was afraid of breaking Xiachuan, he didn't dare to walk loudly, and he didn't dare to speak loudly when eating.

He thought to himself, this is terrible, and it won't work.So before the beginning of spring, just seeing the snow melt a little, Wang San got excited and hurried in and out of the house.

Wang San first swept away the snow at the door, made a road, and smoothed the edges with the worn straw sandals on his feet, leaving only a line of Saturn.

He opened the window to let the sunlight in, but not let the eyes of outsiders in.Wang San was worried, and went inside and outside the house several times.Xia Chuan just sat quietly on the chair, watching Wang San run in and out, a bowl of porridge and four stacks of side dishes were placed on the small table next to his hand.

Before Wang San ran into the house for the last time, he rubbed his hands at the door to warm them up.

He fancied that he could already hear birds singing in his ears, and hear flowers come out.

But when he stepped into the room, there was silence in his ears, everything was isolated from the outside, as if he had entered deep winter again, but fortunately Xia Chuan's eyes were soft.Although not warm.

Wang San gasped up and walked in front of Xia Chuan, but his words were very low. He only heard him say: "Xia—" After thinking about it, he didn't know how to say: "I have to wash this ointment today, Doctor Xue said it would It's a little itchy, it's okay, I'll boil the water for you."

Xia Chuan's eyes moved, as if he had finally remembered that he still had a face. He raised his hand to touch it, but suddenly remembered another terrible thing, and his hand froze in mid-air.

Wang San stepped forward to put down Xia Chuan's hand, and said, "Don't be afraid." He had been working in the yard for so long, and he had never spoken so quietly, as if pinching a needle.

He was about to withdraw his hand, but Xia Chuan grabbed his hand and said in a trembling voice, "Don't..."

Wang San knew it was because Xia Chuan had worn the plaster as a mask for too long and dared not take it off.

Wang San said comfortingly: "Those scabs have fallen off, at most there will be some scars. Besides, which one is not used to you, I can still see if you are not used to it?"

Xia Chuan opened his mouth and said, "I don't mind what they are not used to?"

As soon as these words came out, both of them were stunned.

Xia Chuan didn't expect that he said this, he didn't speak for a long time, and he couldn't hold back the opening of the gate, so he could only continue to say: "If you want me to say, I'm not really sad about this, this Has the good naughty skin brought me any good things? Only you are foolishly pitiful and admire it."

Wang San didn't like that Xia Chuan said his face was unlucky, so he would get angry, so he brought a basin of hot water in, and without saying a word, he pressed Xia Chuan to wash his face.The action is the action, and it is not good to start lightly.

Xia Chuan grabbed Wang San's hand and said, "Your hands are shaking too, don't you think you're not afraid?"

Wang San said roughly: "Then what? Haven't seen anyone for a lifetime?" After saying this, he immediately regretted it.

Sure enough, Xia Chuan fell silent and let go of his hand.

Wang San hugged Xia Chuan from behind, carefully supported his waist, helped him bend down, fixed his hair, and gently massaged Xia Chuan's face with his hands soaked in hot water.

Xia Chuan only felt that Wang San's hand was getting closer and closer through the layer of plaster, and his heart was getting higher and higher, and suddenly the two of them were agitated.

The rough fingertips of Wang San who had been working all the year round were pasted on Xia Chuan's face, which was like a newborn baby.

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