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I don't know if it's because of getting angry or something, but Chen Tingbai has felt a pain in his teeth for the past two days.

At first it was just a dull pain, Chen Tingbai thought that he suddenly smoked too much and got angry.A little thing that shouldn't be taken to heart, but later turned into pain when chewing.

Toothache is too insignificant compared to neuralgia, and it is not enough to take painkillers, so Hu Cong just asked Hu Cong to find some gunpowder or anti-inflammatory medicine and take it.

But he never expected that when he returned to work on the sixth day, his face was swollen due to toothache, and even shaving was painful.

Teacher Lu looked at his swollen old Gao's face, feeling very distressed.She carefully wiped off the shaving foam on Chen Tingbai's cheeks with a hot towel. After shaving, Chen Tingbai's fair face was stained with an unnatural crimson color, making her cheeks even redder.

Teacher Lu persuaded Chen Tingbai: "Oh, you probably have wisdom teeth, you have to get them pulled out, you said you are also thirty people, what wisdom teeth do you have? It didn’t last long, but now it’s popping up, suffer, right? Does it hurt badly?”

Teacher Lu was still chattering, but Chen Tingbai yelled, "You mean I'm paralyzed so I don't even deserve wisdom teeth?"

So paralyzed, not only can't walk, can't stand, and is not worthy of a comparable relationship, now even wisdom teeth are not worthy of growing?

Teacher Lu kept silent, and quickly went through what he said just now in his mind, but he still didn't understand which sentence hit his son's thunder point, and he exploded as soon as he said it.

She didn't dare to speak anymore, for fear of saying something wrong again.

She could clearly feel the low pressure on Chen Tingbai's body recently. Although she came back from the first day of junior high school, although she looked the same as usual on the surface, she should write and eat, and she even looked more obedient than usual.

But the ashtray on the balcony was full of cigarette butts in no time, and the handwriting practice papers were a bunch of low-level mistakes that he might not have made in elementary school. They were all telling Teacher Lu that something must have happened to her son recently.

This state is definitely not a good sign for Chen Tingbai's body.

Teacher Lu still remembered that shortly after the car accident, Chen Tingbai did the same thing after his former band friend came. He did not lose his temper and cooperated with the treatment.But he was really not angry at all, and let people move his body and change the catheter for him. Even if the doctor reminded him many times that his right hand can move freely, he rarely moves.

Everything is waiting for others to help him.

At first, Teacher Lu also thought it was a sign that his son was obedient and figured it out, and secretly told her husband that it was great that his son was able to figure it out.

But the reality is often not as expected, but everything is galloping in another direction.

During the night watch, Teacher Lu found that Chen Tingbai either kept his eyes open until dawn, or fell asleep but became stiff all over, and even his expression became painful and struggling.

Later, Chen Tingbai couldn't sleep because he wanted to sleep.Because he started having neuralgia, or having nightmares one after another.I can't sleep at night, and I don't have much energy during the day because of the pain.

After such an experience, it seems that there is only air in and no air out. In just two months, the weight plummeted, and the handsome face was thin and bloodless, and the mouth was caused by nightmares or other things. The reason is that the skin was bitten many times, and it directly turned into a mouth ulcer.When she opened her lips to apply medicine to him, Teacher Lu looked at the big and small blood holes, and felt so distressed that she almost wanted to cry.

Teacher Lu didn't want Chen Tingbai to experience that kind of physical and psychological torture again.I can only tell Hu Cong in private to be optimistic about Chen Tingbai, and if there is anything wrong, he must tell his family members in time.

In fact, Hu Cong also felt that something was wrong with Chen Tingbai recently, and he would take him to do the morning and evening classes every day, but the difference was that Chen Tingbai threw the pen before writing much and said that he was tired and wanted to rest and then retreated. Go to the side and watch yourself practice.

But Hu Cong is not a professional caregiver after all, he subconsciously thought that it might be because of the neuralgia on New Year's Eve that he couldn't recover all of a sudden, that's why he felt less energetic than before.

Teacher Lu told him to pay attention to Chen Tingbai's sleep, and he has been observing him. Every night, Chen Tingbai sleeps well. Maybe it's just that he hasn't recovered yet, and he will get better in a few days.

But what Hu Cong didn't notice was that Chen Tingbai was best at pretending to sleep since he was injured.

How easy it is to pretend to sleep. A paralyzed patient like him only needs to close his eyes. Anyway, someone will help him turn over, change his posture, and even check if he peed on his pants. He just needs to close his eyes. Close your eyes and pretend you don't know anything.

He hated sleeping as much as he hated himself.

I also tried to meet Zhou Gong in the past, but all the bad things appeared in my dreams. I dreamed about a car accident, dreamed about rehabilitation, dreamed about the day of the concert, and dreamed about the day of New Year's Eve.

When he woke up with a start, he would have convulsions, or a dull pain in his nerves.

If it was such a sleep, he would rather not have it.

The result of poor sleep can be daytime fatigue, or irritability.

Just like today, Chen Tingbai also felt that his anger at his mother was really inexplicable.It is true that it is almost rare for wisdom teeth to grow at the age of 30, and my mother is just telling the truth.

Seeing his mother suddenly shut up, not daring to say anything, and even her eyes were cautious, he felt uncomfortable.What right did he have to be angry at his parents? He raised his head and lowered his voice, and said to Mr. Lu with the cold gentleness of the past: "I'm sorry, Mom, I may have been angry recently, and I have a toothache. I'll go to the dentist later, so don't worry about it."

Seeing that his son stopped being angry, Teacher Lu also admitted his mistake, and the awkwardness that had been silent before disappeared a little.She is the head teacher of a high school, and she sees a lot of children in the rebellious period. Sometimes, Chen Tingbai's rebellious period comes later, and she doesn't care about it.

Perhaps the wonderful feeling of maternal love can tolerate everything about a child, and so does Mr. Lu.

The middle-aged woman who was almost retired stood on the podium for a long time and suffered from many occupational diseases. She knelt down unsteadily, took out a pair of thick socks from the drawer, and squatted down to put them on for her son.

Although it is already spring according to the month, the melting snow in early spring is colder than winter. Chen Tingbai's clothes are still mainly for keeping warm, and he also wears a pair of cashmere wool socks on top of elastic socks.Chen Tingbai saw that Mr. Lu held his weak and limp feet in his arms, and then helped him put them on, and then stretched his toes carefully before helping him put on the soft-soled sneakers.

Although Chen Tingbai's body couldn't feel how light and gentle his mother was when she held his feet to help him put on socks, he could see them all. At least he remembered it in his heart and could feel it.

For so many years, it was these traces of warmth that slowly dragged him out of the ice cellar, and made him feel that there was something worth thinking about.

Before going out, Teacher Lu was worried, and bent down to Chen Tingbai again and said: "Son, you are already grown up, and mother can't handle many things one by one, even if mother believes in you, you will solve it well, right? You will put your body first, right?"

Chen Tingbai didn't know how to answer, he thought he would be fine.

Promising that Hu Cong will prepare for a calligraphy competition with him in the next year, Chen Tingbaisuo closed the door of Zili and took Hu Cong inside to practice calligraphy all day long.

The business is gone, and the school is not open anyway, and occasionally a small order is not necessary, it is better to prepare for the competition with peace of mind.He really didn't have that energy, and under the premise of having such a sore tooth, he still had to argue with the guests for a long time because of three melons and two dates.

Anyway, Chen Tingbai is rich and self-willed, and opening a shop is just to pass the time, so that he won't let himself sit at home all day thinking about how the clouds are floating.

Thinking of this, Chen Tingbai's handwriting paused.The ink from the nib of the pen dripped onto the snow-white paper, and the words just written were stained so badly that it was impossible to read, leaving a distorted scar.

He was thinking that it would be nice if he could have a toothache at the beginning.

In this way, he would not have the energy to argue with Xu Shaohua, and the following things would not happen.

"What do you think about so much..."

Chen Tingbai grinned and laughed, and the voice of talking to himself drifted into Hu Cong's ears.The little ghost suddenly raised his head and looked at Chen Tingbai, so that the self-deprecating smile on Chen Tingbai's face was completely caught by Hu Cong.

It's already spring, and Hu Cong changed back to his old clothes.Probably because he was used to hard times, and the word saving was engraved in his bones, so he couldn't bear to wear those new clothes that Chen Tingbai bought for him years ago.The spring clothes are thin and faded after two or three years of wearing. Hu Cong's shoulders are shrunken and thin when worn on his malnourished body.

Hu Cong became a monk on the way. His ability to sell handwritten Spring Festival couplets in the past was just a little bit of three-legged cat kung fu taught by the teacher in the village.Fortunately, he is considered talented, and Lu Heng has been staring at his foundation for the past two years.

With the current level, it is not a problem to participate in a calligraphy competition in the city and get second or third place. It's just that Chen Tingbai has high requirements and wants him to get a better place, so he drags Hu Cong to face those calligraphy competitions that he thinks over and over again. It is very suitable for Hu Cong's post.

The best thing about Hu Cong is that he is obedient and willing to work hard. As long as Chen Tingbai orders him to go on, he can do it down-to-earth.

On the contrary, Chen Tingbai himself suffered from insomnia on the one hand and toothache on the other, so he had no energy and mind to practice at all.Looking at the ink blobs on the paper, he lost his mood completely, threw the pen and stepped back to watch Hu Cong write.

The little devil rolled his eyes twice, Chen Tingbai raised his hand and tapped it twice on the desk, "Write quickly, don't be in a daze."

Hu Cong has a small problem, that is, he can't close his pens neatly.

Chen Tingbai had discovered it before, although some people just like it, even classmates in school used to have this habit.But Chen Tingbai has always liked to write neatly, so he has never been used to Hu Cong's problem.In the past, when I saw it, I would remind me softly, or I would call back and ask Hu Cong to write it again.

Chen Tingbai remembered that he had reminded Hu Cong many times about this question, but for some reason, he suddenly lost so much patience today.

Chen Tingbai spoke to Hu Cong earnestly: "Xiao Cong, I have told you many times, don't leave your tail behind, you should write neatly."

It is not difficult to hear that the tone is already very dissatisfied.

He really didn't understand why Hu Cong couldn't get rid of the things that had been said so many times.

Hu Cong heard that Chen Tingbai was correcting his "little problem" again.Just like being caught by the teacher for making mistakes in school when I was a child, I immediately straightened up and even practiced calligraphy. The posture is much more correct than before.But when I was nervous, let alone the ending, I couldn't even write well.

He didn't understand why he had to get rid of this habit. When Chen Tingbai pointed out this problem for him for the first time, he asked Lu Heng. Everyone has their own habits, just treat it as one of your characteristics."

Chen Tingbai saw that Hu Cong's body was stiff, his hands were a little unsteady, and his writing was not as good as the other, so he spoke a little softer: "I didn't scold you, why are you nervous. You should write well and change your habits. That's enough, relax your body, what are you writing like this shaking?"

Hu Cong nodded cautiously, and replied in a low voice, "I...I know."

He put down his pen and stood up, shook his hands in a serious manner, twisted his waist and sat down again.

But getting used to this kind of thing, how can it be changed overnight, and there is still a small tail after starting to write and ending.Chen Tingbai saw it, and let out a heavy snort, clenching the already painful back molars even more.

When Hu Cong heard these rustling movements, he was so nervous that his palms sweated. He turned around and said to Chen Tingbai: "Don't be angry, I will write it well, and I will definitely change it."

Chen Tingbai also hated not being able to stand up and knocked him on the head with his hands, so he could only wave his hands and say, "Hurry up and write, you might as well concentrate on your promise for a long time."

I don't know if it was such a headache when I learned to write when I was a child.

Hu Cong was very flustered. His personality is that the more he is pushed, the more mistakes he makes.To put it nicely, it means poor psychological quality. To put it bluntly, it means that the mud cannot support the wall.

After stumbling and stumbling to the end of the Lingfei Sutra, it was so ugly that I couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Chen Tingbai's last bit of patience was exhausted, and he raised his hand and overturned Hu Conglin's paper on the ground, along with his favorite inkstone that was broken in two.

The ground ink in the inkstone was spilled on the legs and feet of the two people, and Hu Cong subconsciously jumped back, but it was as cheap as the shoe.Chen Tingbai couldn't move, he didn't have time to dodge, his calf and slippers were all dirty.

Seeing the ink splashed on the shoes on the trousers, the fire in Chen Tingbai's heart was crackling even more.He became very angry, and his voice became louder: "What are you hiding! Go home and wash it, and it's over. I don't even think dirty. What do you dislike! Am I wrong for asking you to write! You see Look at what you wrote, if you don't want to participate in the competition, just say so, and then just frame the picture, or go back to the New Year's Street and write Spring Festival couplets!"

Everyone knew that Chen Tingbai had a bad temper, and even the students from the art school next door knew that the boss was not easy to mess with.He never gave anyone a good look, but relying on his strong ability in mounting and repairing, the teachers and students could only pinch their noses and ask him for help.

But the more times they deal with each other, they know it again.Chen Tingbai was just used to keeping a cold face, and the rest didn't have much to do with the words "bad temper".

At least, there are very few times when she is so angry.

It was because of this that Hu Cong knew that he was in trouble this time.Chen Tingbai loves cleaning so much, a pair of trousers must be ruined this time, so he hurriedly took a rag to wipe Chen Tingbai's ink, and dared not say a word.

He regretted it while rubbing it, he should never have done it, he should have avoided it.He was good enough to escape in time, but Chen Tingbai was sensitive, so he must think more.It's no wonder if you don't lose your temper.

It's a pity that the anger in Chen Tingbai's stomach has not yet been vented. Seeing that Hu Congniao didn't dare to speak out, he became even more angry, and scolded him even more vigorously: "What are you wiping, can this be wiped clean? ? You didn’t practice calligraphy so meticulously. What are you thinking about, Hu Cong?”

Hu Cong listened to Chen Tingbai's chatter all the time. At first he didn't dare to say anything and only dared to drop the golden beans silently. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore, raised his head and choked his neck and said to Chen Tingbai: "Teacher Lu told everyone We all have our own little habits, and we don’t need to change them.”

Chen Tingbai's anger rose even higher, burning the last bit of reason he had left into ashes: "You understand me? He understands me? Don't forget, I'm paralyzed. There is also a name there, if you think he is powerful, follow him, why are you following me?"

Hu Cong burst into tears, tears falling drop by drop.

He was crying too ugly, his whole face wrinkled into a bun, crying like a dead father, pitiful, ugly, and wronged.It's a good thing the door is not open, otherwise passers-by would have to look inside.

Chen Tingbai's sanity slowly returned to his brain, and the pain from his wisdom teeth also pulled him back.

Is it really too fierce?It is true that people's habits, how can they change immediately.

And Chen Tingbai realized that he wasn't angry because of Hu Cong's little harmless habit.

After much deliberation, Chen Tingbai felt that it was really wrong to be himself.

A 30-year-old adult male should not use someone weaker than himself as an outlet for his inner mania.As Hu Cong's elder, he shouldn't scold him like that, he doesn't look like a parent.

Chen Tingbai stretched out his hand to draw some papers and handed them to Hu Cong, and his words softened: "I'm sorry, my tooth hurts too much, and I'm a little angry, don't cry, it's getting late, you can go to dinner, Just bring me a bag of milk after dinner, and continue practicing tomorrow."

Hu Cong stopped crying and wiped away his tears, but he still twitched a little.

Chen Tingbai looked at his mixed feelings, pulled Hu Cong to him and said with difficulty: "When I was a child, my teacher taught me to write. I said that writing must be crisp and clear. You are the one who asked me to follow me." , you also call me master in private, so I really regard you as my apprentice, and naturally I have strict requirements on you. I am not in good health, and sometimes I am irritable... Sometimes it is inevitable that I will speak a little irritable, but I really didn't mean to hurt you or hit you, you are very good and working hard, don't cry, practice hard tomorrow, and eat first."

Because of guilt, he rarely raised his hand to wipe the tears off Hu Cong's face.

Chen Tingbai's paralyzed position is too high, and his blood circulation is poor. Although his right hand has been exercised well over the years and he can move freely, it is still very cold.Seeing Hu Cong's face flushed and hot from crying made Hu Cong shrink back a bit.

Then, like a pup who made a mistake, he leaned forward and took the initiative to rub against Chen Tingbai's cold fingertips.

Of course Hu Cong knew that Chen Tingbiao had no malicious intentions, and it was not an exaggeration to say how kind he was to him.I also know that Chen Tingbai has been in a bad mood recently, and I don’t know what to say if I can bow my head and say something nice to him and admit my mistake to Hu Cong, muttering: "I know, I know you are doing it for my own good, I will write well .”

Hu Cong wiped off the ink splashed on his hands with paper, and lowered his head, not daring to look at Chen Tingbai.

However, there are some things that I have to say. I guess Chen Tingbai felt more comfortable after he got angry today, so he said to Chen Tingbai cautiously: "Master, let him get over the past, don't think about it, you now It’s also amazing, you see that the art gallery in the new urban area is so good, I’ll find a better one in two years. The most urgent thing is to get your wisdom teeth out tomorrow, so you can eat and sleep well.”

Chen Tingbai touched Hu Cong's hair, sighed, and lowered his eyes: "Some things are hard to get through, and it's not up to me. I heard people say that wisdom teeth don't hurt anymore, let him Let’s grow. If you don’t want to eat food from the snack bar outside, let’s go home and eat the nutritious dinner made by your Aunt Lu.”

As long as he is paralyzed for one day, he will definitely not be able to get over it. The gap between him and a healthy person is that he cannot cross it in a wheelchair.Just like this wisdom tooth that grows sideways, even if it grows out, it doesn't hurt anymore, but if it grows crookedly, it will grow crookedly. Over time, it will still become inflamed.

Hu Cong packed up his things and pushed Chen Tingbai out of the door.Chen Tingbai was not in high spirits, and kept looking down at his dirty pants.

Rolling his eyes, he saw a few cigarette butts at the door. He was very familiar with the logo on the cigarette butts. He once complained to that person that this brand of cigarettes was very choking.

Chen Tingbai stared at those cigarette butts for a long time, until Hu Cong patted him on the shoulder and said to hug him into the car before he realized it.

He put his arms around Hu Cong, and said before getting into the car: "Tomorrow, accompany me to have my teeth pulled."

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