The substitute always wants to be Bai Yueguang

I don't know how long it took before Shu Yuan got up from the wet mud, looked at the scattered sweet potatoes and a few broken eggs on the ground, and was so distressed that he picked them up one by one and put them into the bamboo basket.

He picked up the broken eggs and sucked them up, without wasting a single drop, and put the unbroken eggs back together, and put them together with the sweet potatoes for Jiang Xiuzhi.

I limped and went home full of disappointment.

As soon as he got home and saw Shu Qinfu's stele, the little Shu Yuan was in unbearable pain, and the grievances in his belly were finally broken.

Lu Yingchuan was sleeping next to Shu Yuan, and suddenly heard him sobbing in the middle of the night, he opened his eyes abruptly, and saw that Shu Yuan's eyes were still tightly closed, but tears were running down his face, and the wings of his nose were constantly agitating.

He pursed his lips, stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and called softly:

"Shu Yuan?"

In his sleep, Shu Yuan seemed to hear Shu Qinfu's voice, he leaned towards the source of the sound, his tears still couldn't stop:

"Daddy, I'm in so much pain..."

Lu Yingchuan froze for a moment, didn't pay much attention, and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, it was really hot.

He got out of bed and fetched a basin of cold water, found a towel to wet and put it on his forehead to avoid Shu Yuan's wound.

Shu Qinfu's voice in Shu Yuan's dream gradually changed to Lu Yingchuan's indifferent voice.

Zhou Xiao's fist landed on his body seemed to be real again, thinking that Zhou Xiao was sent by Lu Yingchuan, Shu Yuan trembled even more.

Seeing the person on the bed struggling suddenly, Lu Yingchuan got up and pressed his shoulders for fear that he would hurt his wound:

"Shu Yuan!"

Lu Yingchuan's cold and hard voice made Shu Yuanyu. Yanzhengli suddenly opened his eyes, took a big breath, looked at Lu Yingchuan who was leaning over above, Shu Yuan's eyes flashed with horror.

Lu Yingchuan didn't miss his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, he was afraid of him?

Shu Yuan was in a daze of fever. If he was sober, he didn't think he would say anything, but he would admit it after being beaten, but his consciousness is now in chaos:

"Lu Yingchuan...but I didn't bump into anyone..."

Lu Yingchuan's chest tightened:

"I know."

Shu Yuan choked up and said:

"So, you hit me just because you hate me too..." Is he that unlikable?

Lu Yingchuan reached out to wipe away his hot tears, not knowing what to say.

He doesn't hate Shu Yuan, but he doesn't want to admit that Shu Yuan is special.

"I thought you took me home because you liked me, so I..." Like you.

Shu Yuan was full of grievances and felt extremely uncomfortable. After finishing a few words, he fell asleep again with tears on his face.

Lu Yingchuan stood stiffly by the bed, and after an unknown amount of time, he bent down again and put the towel into the basin to cool down and put it back on Shu Yuan's forehead.

In the second half of the night, Lu Yingchuan couldn't fall asleep anyway, and Shu Yuan's fever had subsided through physical cooling.

Lu Yingchuan wrapped the quilt up for him, feeling depressed, took the cigarette case from the bedside table and walked out of the balcony.

It was already daylight, and he lit a few cigarettes, and he didn't stop until the faint smell of smoke was all around him.

He looked at the small fish pond beside the pond, and finally admitted that Shu Yuan's position in his heart was indeed different, and he was no longer so easily vaguely passed by as a stand-in.

The next day Shu Yuan was woken up by the pain, and his abdomen and mouth hurt badly after Zhi Pain squeezed through.

He got up, touched the wound, hissed and breathed in, and after he recovered for a while, he looked around and found that he had slept back in the familiar bedroom.

I was stunned when I saw Lu Yingchuan's suit jacket hanging on the bed. Did Lu Yingchuan sleep with him yesterday?

Thinking of Lu Yingchuan, Shu Yuan's eyes darkened.

After knowing what Lu Yingchuan meant for yesterday's punch and kick, they all fell into the bottom of my heart.

The organs in his chest were rubbed to pieces, and he felt that it might not be so easy to recover in a short time.

When Lu Yingchuan came in, he saw Shu Yuan sitting on the bed looking down at the scar on his abdomen, his eyelids were drooping and he couldn't see the emotion inside clearly.

But the figure looked lonely, surrounded by a pitiful atmosphere, which made Lu Yingchuan suddenly think of how he cried in his sleep last night and couldn't breathe.

His eyebrows and eyes softened slightly, and he put the white rice porridge on the bedside table.

Seeing that a corner of the gauze on Shu Yuan's forehead fell off, Lu Yingchuan stretched out his slender fingers to fix it, but Shu Yuan made an unexpected movement.

He held his head defensively.

Lu Yingchuan's cold expression froze for a moment, a knife was stabbed in his chest, and his face was a little ugly:

"Don't move."

When Shu Yuan heard it was Lu Yingchuan's voice, he slowly opened his body, raised his head and laughed twice in embarrassment:

"So it's Mr. Lu, I thought..."

I thought it was to hit him again.

Seeing his appearance, Lu Yingchuan's eyes darkened, and only after Shu Yuan's emotions became less tense, he slowly stretched out his hand and glued the gauze gently.

He took the porridge on the bed, scooped up a spoonful and blew for a while:

"Open your mouth."

Shu Yuan raised his head to look at Lu Yingchuan in surprise, and without coddling, he opened his mouth to enjoy Lu Yingchuan's rare tenderness.

But when the warm porridge entered the scarred mouth, Shu Yuan's physical tears still burst out from the pain.

After finally finishing a mouthful of porridge, he shook his head repeatedly at Lu Yingchuan:

"I'm not hungry."

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach gurgled and slapped Shu Yuan's pale face directly, this...

Shu Yuan ignored him, and filled up a spoon again on his own, this time he blew for a long time before bringing it to Shu Yuan's mouth.

Shu Yuan really wanted to scold someone, has Lu Yingchuan always been like this!

He kept his mouth shut.

Lu Yingchuan furrowed his brows impatiently, and said coldly:

"why do not you eat?"

"It hurts, Mr. Lu." Shu Yuan explained with his tongue out, and after he finished speaking, he stuck out a section of his tongue with several wounds on it.

Looking at these wounds, Lu Yingchuan said it was a lie to say that he was not guilty. He knew that this incident was not Shu Yuan's fault, but he didn't want to admit Zhou Xiao's point of view that he felt sorry for Shu Yuan.

He didn't speak, but stubbornly handed the porridge to Shu Yuan's mouth.

Seeing his endless gestures, Shu Yuan secretly sighed, he had just been beaten, he was still not satisfied and wanted to torture himself in another way?

He reached out and snatched the bowl from Lu Yingchuan's hand, poured it into his mouth without blowing it and swallowed it.

After Shu Yuan finished eating, he stuffed the bowl back into Lu Yingchuan's hands.

Seeing Shu Yuan's face full of pain, Lu Yingchuan paused.

I don't know how long it took before Shu Yuan's face returned to pale. He looked at Lu Yingchuan who was still sitting on the bed, and couldn't help begging for mercy after all:

"Mr. Lu, I really know I was wrong. I swear that I will never drive on the road by myself again. Just let me go this time, okay?"

Lu Yingchuan tightly clenched his fingers holding the bowl, did Shu Yuan feel that feeding him porridge was also punishing him?

He turned his head to look at Shu Yuan, and his undulating voice was hoarse at this moment:

"This time, it's my fault."