Between lines

On the fifth day, Chen Tingbai took the initiative to call Xu Shaohua, wanting to tell him that he was much better.

There is no need for him to come, and there is no need to occupy the cousin's lounge. He can sit in the infusion hall downstairs.

Unexpectedly, Xu Shaohua said that he had already asked for leave, and he was already at the hospital, waiting for him.

Chen Tingbai was stunned and didn't know what to say, he always felt that this was very strange.It's not a relative, it's not a reason, he looks like a ghost now, and he doesn't deserve others to be like this.

Xu Shaohua also felt that he was too familiar, so he smacked his mouth a few times before speaking: "Xiaobai, you have been infused for several days, your mouth must be very pale, I went to the supermarket to buy red beans last night, I will do it I put red bean soup and sweet-scented osmanthus sugar, and I will let Hu Cong feed you while you have your infusion."

Originally Xu Shaohua wanted to say: "I'll feed you", but he thought about two big men, it's not suitable, even if he is the same, it's hard to guarantee that he won't. "By the way, your left hand was bruised two days ago, is it gone now?"

Chen Tingbai was already sitting in the car, and he had to support the seat with his hands, otherwise he always felt that he would not sit still and would fall down in a second, so he turned on the phone hands-free.

Hearing someone call him Xiaobai, although he didn't show anything on his face, he actually looked at Hu Cong who was driving a lot. Seeing that Hu Cong didn't respond, he responded: "Not yet, but soon."

Hu Cong could tell that his boss was very happy today.

When the two met, the first thing Xu Shaohua did was to pull up Chen Tingbai's left hand to look at it.

The bruise near the needle hole is still there, but it has faded a lot. "That's right, Hu Cong really gave you a hot compress when he got home."

During the infusion, Lu Heng called to ask if Hu Cong was still in class today. Hu Cong looked at Chen Tingbai who was lying down, then at Xu Shaohua, and finally told Lu Heng on the other end of the phone what he said today. There is something that can't come.

On weekdays, there are many things in the words, and Hu Cong can't go to Lu Heng at any time, so he only has classes twice a week.

Hu Cong is an extremely talented child, and he is also eager to learn.

If it was placed in the Chen family, Chen's father must have spent 120 minutes to train Hu Cong.Chen Tingbai couldn't bear to deprive Hu Cong of his meager class time, so he asked Hu Cong to tell Lu Heng that he would go to class.

"Go, I will take care of your boss. You will pick him up after class." Xu Shaohua also echoed Chen Tingbai's words.

"No, it's just an infusion, I can do it myself." Chen Tingbai immediately grabbed the words, at least so far, he is not so used to the kindness from Xu Shaohua.

Xu Shaohua glared at him, then turned around and said to him gently: "I've come here, why don't you let me go back now? It's okay, I'll be with you."

It's not a rejection right now, nor is it an agreement.He didn't reach out to hit the smiling person, not to mention that Chen Tingbai really didn't refuse.

From inside to outside, there is no reason to resist at all.

Halfway through the infusion, Xu Shaohua noticed that Chen Tingbai had been swallowing.

After asking, I found out that Chen Tingbai was afraid that the diaper would be full after being out for too long, so he hadn't had a sip of water since he woke up this morning.

"Aren't you fooling around? Isn't it necessary to drink more water to reduce fever and reduce inflammation? It's useless to take this injection of water." Xu Shaohua felt angry and funny, and hurriedly found a water glass from the big schoolbag left by Hu Cong He took a cup of warm water for Chen Tingbai, and brought the mouth of the straw close to Chen Tingbai's mouth. "Drink quickly, drink more. Drink more water to heal faster."

Chen Tingbai didn't dare to move, fearing that he would have to trouble the nurse if he missed another needle, so he could only turn his head and drink a few mouthfuls of water.Seeing that Hu Cong stopped, Xu Shaohua put away the water glass and asked again: "Do you want to drink red bean soup? I put it in a thermos and it's still hot."

Chen Tingbai declined and said, "It's too troublesome, no need, I...don't eat outside."

Although he can move his right hand freely, compared to his healthy hands, one hand is always troublesome.In order to avoid embarrassment when he is outside, he will not eat outside.

But Xu Shaohua still bent down to help him up.

Chen Tingbai had no strength in his waist, and he fell forward and leaned against Xu Shaohua's arms.

In the past two days, Chen Tingbai's body temperature has approached to normal, but he still has a low-grade fever, and the breath he exhales is a little hot, and all of it hits Xu Shaohua's ears, and Xu Shaohua's ears turn red all of a sudden.

The red bean soup was simmered until soft, with a rustling taste accompanied by the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus, not greasy at all. It was just right for Chen Tingbai who had a weak mouth. Xu Shaohua fed it very slowly, and Chen Tingbai also ate it very slowly.

Chen Tingbai was thinking, it seems that it would not be a loss if a bowl of red bean soup was exchanged for a copy of "The Draft for Nephew Sacrifice".

Chen Tingbai felt that, except for his close relatives and close friends, others were not worthy of him giving more.

More hope, more enthusiasm, more patience.Of course, he doesn't deserve more from others.

He always thinks that people should have a sense of proportion when interacting with others, and don't expect too much. In this way, there will be less disappointment.

So if one day you meet Chen Tingbai, you will definitely feel that he is too alienated to be close to.

But there is always someone who enters your world recklessly, and then easily defeats the defense line you have built.

At first, Chen Tingbai thought that Xu Shaohua accompanied him in the hospital for infusion in those few days, in order to thank him for his words, or because of guilt.

However, from the later feeding to the current daily reading of him, it has already exceeded the scope of what he can bear with reason.

He was afraid of him coming.

He was afraid that when he came, he would hold his left hand and massage seriously. That hand had been dead to him for six years.It was ugly as hell. In Chen Tingbai's eyes, he couldn't hold the paper or hold the drum stick, so it shouldn't exist.

But from Xu Shaohua's point of view, it must be very uncomfortable for that hand to be curled up so coldly, so he should massage him well and then stretch it out.

Chen Tingbai looked at Xu Shaohua warming his hands, and then massaged from his shoulders to his fingertips.

He was forced to maintain a posture every day just to be able to sit upright, and his shoulders were already sore.

Xu Shaohua's massage really works for him.

Xu Shaohua said that before his father came back from get off work in the machinery factory and said he was not feeling well, he gave the massage. He also joked that if he lost his job, he would open a massage parlor, which would probably make money.

Appropriate force was pressed on the sore muscles and bones, and also pressed on the tip of Chen Tingbai's heart.

He was so stressed that he would die, and he hated paying debts of favor the most, and he was very afraid that he would not be able to pay them back.

But for the first time ever, I thought about it, and it's not bad to owe.

When there is a debt, there is a time to pay it back.

After a long time, it becomes difficult to tell who owes whom.

But Chen Tingbai was also very sad, Xu Shaohua's hand was getting lower and lower, and he couldn't feel the strength in Xu Shaohua's hand until it disappeared.

Moreover, the hand stretched out by Xu Shaohua's heat will become cold again, and it will still be curled up by the side as before.

His right hand had to support the wheelchair so that he could sit safely opposite Xu Shaohua.

But he really wanted to touch Xu Shaohua.

The author has something to say:

This book is a reissue of an old article, just read it, and say it again (it’s really long-winded), don’t throw mine, it’s not worth the sisters’ money.

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