bad kid

Ruan Zhimu didn't even have time to go in, and suffered a sprained wrist, so he had to go to the hospital for emergency treatment at night.

Fortunately, there is no ligament damage or tear, only local swelling, pay attention to cold compress and swelling, and rest for a while.

Unfortunately, it was the right hand that was injured.

Ruan Zhimu sat at the dining table, looking at a large jar of maple syrup on the table with complicated emotions.

This is the native product that Yan Yue brought back from Boston, and it is also the culprit that caused his wrist injury.

Emotionally, he wanted to throw it in the trash can in revenge.

Rationally speaking, he decided to scoop out a tablespoonful of tea and drink it.

It is said that it was specially stuffed by Grandpa Yan Yue for his grandson. Yan Yue didn't want to bring such a heavy thing, but because it was Grandpa's wish, he obediently brought it back.

Ruan Zhimu couldn't use his left hand, so he had to let Yan Yue do it for him.

"The trolley case is so heavy, if you know you can't pull it, you still try to pull it, what are you thinking," Yan Yue said with a straight face, and helped him stir the maple syrup, "Stupid."

Ruan Zhimu: "I'm hurt like this and you still scold me, do you have any conscience?"

"If you don't scold you, you won't remember next time."

Ruan Zhimu: "The body responds instinctively, what can I do?"

In fact, I am used to frugality, and I don’t want to see the damage of brand new things.

The golden-brown, translucent maple syrup melts in the white porcelain bowl, and gradually merges with the hot water, turning into a bowl of pale golden sweet soup with a delicate and warm aroma.

Yan Yue picked up the bowl, scooped up a spoonful, brought the bowl close to Ruan Zhimu, and fed it to his mouth naturally.

Ruan Zhimu: "My left hand can..."

But the spoon was already brought to his mouth.

As soon as Ruan Zhimu opened his mouth, Yan Yue fed him a spoonful of sweet soup.

Say it again, say it again.

Say it again, say it again.

Ruan Zhimu: "...you fucking feed me?"

Yan Yue: "Well, if you talk more, if you say a few more words, a bowl of water will be finished."

Ruan Zhimu felt that he was really domineering and unreasonable.

Now that his right hand is injured, there is really no way to resist.

Unable to cook, Yan Yue could only ask Yan Yue to buy braised vegetables from the deli every night and cook a simple meal.

If he couldn't wash the clothes, he asked Yan Yue to send the clothes to the dry cleaners.The embarrassing thing is that the underwear can't be sent. Ruan Zhimu thought about rubbing it with his left hand, but Yan Yue washed his underwear that night, and Ruan Zhimu's face turned red into a monkey's butt in an instant.

Going out is troublesome everywhere, Ruan Zhimu can only temporarily put off all the work of hosting, and is heartbroken for the money that goes away every day.

The most troublesome thing is going to class.

Ruan Zhimu will work hard to get a scholarship every year, and the course notes must not be left behind.

Now that I can't write anymore, my classmates enthusiastically lent him the notes to copy, but Ruan Zhimu has the habit of sorting out the mind map every day, and it must be completed on the same day, otherwise the knowledge system will be confused.

Yan Yue saw him struggling to type on the computer with his left hand, and said, "Let me do it."

Ruan Zhimu: "Go and write your homework, don't worry about it."

Yan Yue: "It's finished."

Ruan Zhimu didn't believe it, so he turned over his homework, and it was really finished.

When did this kid study so efficiently?

Yan Yue moved a stool, Ruan Zhimu sat beside him, dictated gestures and asked him to transcribe.

Ruan Zhimu was talking, his mouth was dry, Yan Yue got up and made him a bowl of maple syrup water, fed him to drink, and then continued to write.

Ruan Zhimu felt that something was wrong.

Since being confessed, he has thought of many ways to deal with it, such as pretending to be stupid and deal with it coldly, trying to get along with Yan Yue as little as possible, finding a new boyfriend as soon as possible, cutting off Yan Yue's thoughts, and so on.

Why have the relationship become closer these days?

...It's all because of my unsatisfactory hand!

Ruan Zhimu is now equivalent to a half-disabled person, with more energy than energy, so he can only continue to accept Yan Yue's humanitarian assistance while struggling and struggling with tears.

Yan Yue glanced at him: "Want to go to the bathroom?"

Ruan Zhimu: "Ah? No."

Yan Yue: "Look at your constipated face."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Yan Yue helped him organize the mind map, scanned it for him, and uploaded it to the computer folder.

Ruan Zhimu said sincerely, "Thank you."

High school students are still very busy with homework. Although Yan Yue has made rapid progress recently, it is not difficult to ensure that he is in the top [-]. To help him is to sacrifice his own time.

Yan Yue: "That's it?"

Ruan Zhimu: "?"

Yan Yue: "Is there no thank you gift or something?"

Ruan Zhimu thought for a while: "Take you out for dinner in a few days? Or what kind of pen basketball you want, it's within my economic range."

Yan Yue chuckled lightly, with undisguised disdain in his voice.

Ruan Zhimu felt a little guilty: "Or... a little more expensive is fine."

Yan Yue is now equivalent to his senior nurse. Even if he is paid by the hour, his gift seems to be a bit cheaper.

Yan Yue narrowed his eyes slightly: "Why don't you give me a kiss."

Ruan Zhimu: "...??!"

why.

Why do you always say such scary things in such a flat tone.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.

Ruan Zhimu's scalp tightened.

He felt like he was suffocating.

"Just kidding," Yan Yue stood up and said, "Let's talk about it when you are well."

Ruan Zhimu watched him go out in fear.

He is very afraid of Yan Yue speaking now.

A man who looked quite normal and had a bit of a kaolin flower opened his mouth, and it was a grenade, which rumbled and blasted him to pieces.

Ruan Zhimu was lying on the bed, ready to sleep.

Yan Yue stopped when he reached the door: "If there is anything inconvenient to do, or if your wrist hurts, just call me."

Ruan Zhimu said weakly: "...um."

"There is freshly boiled tea in the thermos. You may not be able to hold the thermos with your left hand, and there is some warm tea in the cup."

"Ah."

"Tomorrow I will get up early to help you change your clothes."

"Ah."

"Remember to sleep on your back, or you may put pressure on your wrist."

Ruan Zhimu couldn't help it: "I sprained my right hand, not a decline in IQ."

"Oh, it looks about the same."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Silently raised his left hand, and feebly gave him a middle finger.

Yan Yue: "If you need my help to solve your physical needs, it's not impossible."

Ruan Zhimu: "Hmm...??!"

"It's really over this time," Yan Yue curled his lower lip and turned off the light in the room, "Good night, sweet dreams."

-

On Monday morning, Ruan Zhimu received a call from Yan Minghua.

This is actually not very common. Monday morning is the busiest time for Yan Minghua. He has to prepare lessons, correct homework, arrange matters for the week, and the teaching and research group has to hold seminars.

Even if Yan Minghua wanted to find out about Yan Yue's recent situation, he would not choose this time period.

It can be seen that this time the matter is more urgent.

Ruan Zhimu put down his book, walked out of the library quickly, and went to a secluded corner by the stone steps to answer the phone.

Yan Minghua came here specially to remind him, pay attention to Yan Yue's puppy love.

Yan Minghua leads the graduating class, and holds several class meetings in April and May every year, and broadcasts promotional videos of major universities to let students understand the characteristics and advantageous majors of domestic universities, so that they can set their target universities in advance.

Regardless of whether you can pass the exam or not, it is always a goal.

Everyone wrote their ideal school on a sticky note and posted it on the back wall of the classroom to show motivation.

The study committee member is a quiet and honest girl. Yan Minghua has known before that her goal is P University, a top university in China, and she does have enough strength. Teachers and parents have high expectations of her.

It turned out that the target college she filled in was actually an unknown low-level liberal arts college.

The teachers and parents were in a hurry. After several days and nights of questioning, the girl finally confessed that she was in love with a gangster outside the school. The gangster promised to go to the beach to buy her a villa in the future, and the two would stay away from the troubles of the world. Facing the Ocean, Spring and Blossom.

But the little gangster couldn't be admitted to the top local college, and the girl didn't want to be separated from him, so she decided to go to the same college with him.

The teachers and parents took turns persuading her for more than a month before the girl finally came to her senses.

But we can't relax for the time being, Yan Minghua told the parents that when the time comes to fill in the application, they must watch her fill it out, carefully check the computer page, and prevent her from running away to love in a daze.

Yan Minghua sighed on the phone: "What is this called, love brain, right? I have taught graduation classes for so many years, and I have seen quite a few fools. Those who gave up their bright future for the sake of the other half, there is no one who is not happy after a few years. Regret it. Even if you gave up the postgraduate entrance examination for your lover, if you don’t say it, you will definitely have a grudge afterwards.”

"Yan Yue is in this circle. There are quite a few rich girls who like him. Several of them grew up together. I don't worry about that. Anyway, Yan Yue will probably marry one of the girls in the future, and he is considered a good match. .”

"Be careful, don't let Yan Yue fall in love with the girls in his class early. What his father means is that it doesn't matter if you fall in love. Don't make children, or it will be very troublesome. Yan Yue's future marriage partner must be His family background is clean, and he is also very good.”

Yan Minghua said that Yan Zuncheng's favorite daughter-in-law was actually a girl named Weng Yi. Weng Yi and Yan Yue were childhood sweethearts. Weng Yi's father was Yan Zuncheng's business partner, and the two knew each other well.

Ruan Zhimu understood.

In the eyes of the Yan family, Yan Yue married a girl from an ordinary family background, and the study committee member gave up a good university for love, which is a level of seriousness.

He felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Sour, astringent, stuffy, and a little stuffy.

At the same time, I also feel that it is very pitiful for Yan Yue to be born in such a family.

It can be heard from Yan Minghua's tone that he does not agree with some of Yan Zuncheng's ideas.

But after all, he is only Yan Yue's uncle and can only help and guide him. It is not his turn to intervene in specific education and future marriage affairs.

So he just relayed Yan Zuncheng's meaning.

Ruan Zhimu: "...Okay, I see."

He can't tell Yan Minghua that Yan Yue just confessed to a man, the man who is calling you.

Yan Minghua's phone call poured cold water on him.

It was his mentor who was on the phone with him, which made him feel more guilty.

No matter how harsh and unreasonable the Yan family's education is, Yan Yue likes men, even if he is as enlightened and tolerant as Yan Minghua, he will never agree.

He didn't know when Yan Yue started to like men, Yan Minghua didn't mention it, it should be because he didn't show similar tendencies before.

Could it be that he was leading her into a bend...

Then he is really guilty.

Ruan Zhimu hung up the phone and stood on the steps in a daze for a while.

After he sternly rejected Yan Yue's confession, Yan Yue didn't show any signs of discouragement, and got along with him every day as usual, often tentatively approaching him.

The excuse of "being in contact with Zhong Depeng" didn't work anymore. He wanted to hide, but there were only two people in the family.

On the contrary, Yan Yue has a posture of becoming more and more courageous as he gets frustrated.

Ruan Zhimu was often at a loss when he was chasing and intercepting him.

He really didn't know how to make him dispel the idea of ​​dating.

The WeChat message suddenly rang.

Zhan Zihang hadn't contacted him for almost two months, and now he suddenly lied about his corpse and sent him a message with a photo of himself lying on a hospital bed.

The deliberate posture and artificial expression make people feel silent.

Zhan Zihang said affectionately:

[I know you don't want to see me again, but I went to you today to give you the money and the necklace. 】

[Do you still remember, the necklace I bought for you when I was in Hong Kong, and now it’s finally delivered to me. 】

[But you have already left me. 】

[I was in a car accident on the way to find you and broke my leg. I don't know how many days I can live. I just hope to see you again. 】

[At the same time, I also have a little truth to tell you, because this is probably the last chance. 】

【If we can't meet again today, I'm afraid we can only wait for the next life...】

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

The furnishing of the ward and the gauze on the legs looked real, not like a play.

But as we all know, Zhan Zihang's words are only [-]% trustworthy.

He didn't know if it was true that he broke his leg, and he didn't know what kind of medicine he sold in his gourd, but he felt that the most urgent thing for him was to see his brain.

Ruan Zhimu was about to close the chat interface as usual, when he moved his hand to the back button, he suddenly stopped.

……

perhaps……

Perhaps, he can also use Zhan Zihang once.