The little man on the apex

Yan Heyi's hand stretched out in a strange way, and Yuanxi didn't know why, but suddenly thought of Jia Yuanwai.

On that day, Zhou Hongxi came with his people quickly, and Jia Yuanwai didn't know if he had some evil intentions, but he just squatted on the ground and stared at the fainted Yuanxi, without even having time to touch his hand.

But even so, after listening to Yan Heyi's report, Yuanxi knew that there was an aphrodisiac in the incense, and he was still terrified. Maybe Jia Yuanwai was the figure in the nightmares of the past few days.

He tremblingly grabbed Yan Heyi's hand, subconsciously said "no".

Yan Heyi seemed to have been stabbed again, and then her chest was twisted and hurt, thinking that she was such a jerk.

"Yuan Xi, I'm sorry." He let go of his hand with great remorse, and slowly patted Yuan Xi's shoulder, "It's okay, it's okay, I'll coax you to sleep, okay? Continue telling the story of the gourd doll?"

"Where did we talk about last time? Calabash Doll went to the cave to meet Grandpa...Yuanxi?"

A certain part of her lower body was gently held, and Yan Heyi opened her mouth subconsciously, "What are you doing? No need, Yuan Xi, be good, no need."

I don't know why Yuanxi is so stubborn, he stubbornly feels that his brother wants to do this, so he hugs Yan Heyi like a little beast, and comforts him meticulously with his hands.

Yan Heyi seemed to be pushed up into the clouds by someone. During the ups and downs, she suddenly felt a kind of bone-piercing loneliness, as if she was in a land of bliss. When she suddenly looked down, she saw a vast abyss.

He threw away those entangled scruples, and stretched out his hand, trying to pull the person in his arms to the cloud where he was.

The window is half open, the night wind can blow in, and the fireflies in the house can also fly out.

They lingered at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed for a long time, and it seemed that they finally found the exit, flew out along the window, and hid in the flowers and plants at the gate of the courtyard.

The people on the bed were sweating profusely, and their hair was tangled together. When the last firefly found the exit, the two clung to each other tightly and fell from the cloud together.

There were no candles lit in the room, and the fireflies flew away, only the moonlight came in as clear as rice porridge.

Yan Heyi suddenly felt overwhelming sadness, probably because of a sudden fall, his whole body was broken so unexpectedly, he buried his face in Yuanxi's hair, crying out of breath.

Yuan Xi had never seen Yan Heyi shed tears before, so he didn't know what to do for a while, so he just hugged him tightly.

Waiting for Yan Heyi to vent, Yuan Xi pinched his cheeks swollen from crying: "Brother, is the wound hurting?"

Yan Heyi felt that Yuan Xi must be blaming himself again, so she hurriedly kissed his forehead: "No, I remembered what happened that day."

His voice was hoarse and trembling: "I almost lost you, Yuan Xi."

Yuan Xi's nose was also sore, he sat up and put on a shirt, stepped over Yan Heyi and got out of bed.

"What are you going to do? Yuanxi, I'm not thirsty, Yuanxi."

Yuan Xi brought a piece of handkerchief soaked in water, knelt and sat beside the bed, and cleaned up the remnants on Yan Heyi's body.

"I'll do it myself." Yan Heyi held Yuan Xi's hand, "Come up quickly, I'll just clean it up."

Yuan Xi looked up at him: "It's okay, brother, you can rest at ease."

After scrubbing clean, Yuan Xi took the dirty clothes of the two of them again, put them in the tub and went out.

Yan Heyi put on a long gown and chased after him. By the moonlight in the courtyard, she saw Yuan Xi sitting by the well, washing the obscene clothes in the tub bit by bit.

"What did you wash in the middle of the night?" Yan Heyi grabbed Yuan Xi's hand soaked in the water. The water was just brought up from the well, so it was extra cold, and even Yuan Xi's hand was cold, "Crazy." Already? Take care of the cold."

Yuan Xi's hands were slick with soapy foam, and he escaped from Yan Heyi's grasp in an instant, and continued to wash the clothes in the basin: "It won't be easy to wash tomorrow."

"Look, brother, I can do laundry now."

Yan Heyi accompanied him to hang the obscene clothes on the air, then grabbed his hands that had been soaked white, and brought him back to the house.

-

Originally, when Aunt Gu heard that Yan Heyi was injured, she planned to take them to eat three meals a day.

However, these two people are thin-skinned, and they are too embarrassed to bother her. Yuan Xi also said, "I have to learn to work and learn to take care of my brother", so Aunt Gu gave up.

For breakfast, the two of them ate vegetarian steamed buns brought by Aunt Gu. At noon, Yuan Xi went to Aunt Gu's house to learn how to fry eggplant from her.

After these few days of practice, the dishes he cooks are no longer so lethal.

After lunch, Yan Heyi carried Yuan Xi into the house who was still chopping firewood in the yard, and took a nap with him.

This afternoon nap was very long, and when Yan Heyi opened his eyes, Yuan Xi had already woken up.

There was no sign of Yuanxi in the kitchen in the courtyard. Yan Heyi was going to look for Aunt Gu's house when he heard the sound of water behind the house. He went over and saw Yuanxi was watering the vegetable garden.

Yan Heyi stood behind a big locust tree, Yuan Xi didn't see him.

Next to the two large wooden barrels filled with water, Yuan Xi was holding a gourd ladle, scooping water and watering vegetables one by one. He was very unfamiliar with these tasks, but it made him look more serious.

Yan Heyi thought that Yuan Xi who was working hard was very attractive, the sunlight was sparse and clear, and when the wind blew, the shadow of the tree on his body would sway back and forth.

It was hot, and Yuan Xi didn't put on his shoes properly, his feet were stretched, and he accidentally stepped on the muddy ground that had just been poured with water, and fell obliquely.

For some reason, Yan Heyi didn't step forward.

Yuan Xi stood up on the ground, and continued to use the gourd ladle to water the vegetables. After pouring a few ladles, he squatted down, hugging his knees and crying.

For the past few days, Yan Heyi has always had an idea, and perhaps at this moment, this idea completely prevailed in his heart.

He clenched his fists tightly and stared blankly at Yuan Xi's thin figure squatting on the ground. He didn't walk over until he patted the mud off his body and stood up after crying enough.

"Why are your clothes wet?"

Yuan Xi subconsciously turned his face away: "I accidentally got wet while watering, it's okay, it will dry up in a while."

"When did you wake up, are you tired?"

"I've been awake for a long time, I'm not tired." Yuan Xi pointed to a big pumpkin on the ground: "Brother, I just wanted to ask you, can this be eaten?"

There was only one pumpkin growing on this vine, which was about the size of Yuan Xi's head, and its skin was already golden. Yan Heyi nodded: "You can eat it, Yuan Xi."

He went over to break the pumpkin vine and patted the mud on the pumpkin: "How do you want to eat it? Cook porridge? Or steam it? I'll make it for you."

Yuan Xi took the pumpkin away from his arms: "I'll make it, the kitchen is my domain these days, brother don't even think about entering."

Seeing him holding a huge pumpkin, Yan Heyi suddenly remembered the doll holding a goldfish in the New Year painting, and couldn't help but kiss him on the head.

Yuan Xi put the pumpkin by the well, first filled a ladle of water, washed the mud on his feet and hands, and ran into the house with a "deng deng deg" somehow.

Yan Heyi followed quietly, and saw Yuanxi open the medicine box, take out the medicine powder for healing and pour it on his forearm.

Perhaps the wound hurt from the sting of the medicine powder, Yuanxi pouted himself while applying the medicine, and blew air with his mouth. Yan Heyi also heard him whisper to himself: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

Leaning against the door frame, Yan Heyi watched Yuan Xi put away the medicine box, and then watched him pull out a long-sleeved shirt and put it on to cover the wound, but he still couldn't walk in.

It wasn't until Yuan Xi turned her head that Yan Heyi hurriedly pretended to just come in, and limped over: "Yuan Xi, what are you doing?"

"The clothes are wet, I'll change them." Yuan Xi quietly tugged at his sleeves, and said with wrinkled eyes: "Brother, take a rest, I'm going to cook."

Listening to the clanging sound in the kitchen, Yan Heyi felt quite uncomfortable.

Back then, in front of Yuan Xi's parents' tablet, he swore that he would never let Yuan Xi suffer, and would protect him with all his might.

But the reality is that he can't afford what he wants to eat, and he can't give him the life he wants to live. He has to learn to work and take care of himself in bed and off the bed.

The ankle was still swollen, and the pain caused cold sweat to drip from his forehead after he couldn't walk two steps. After several days, there was no sign of improvement.

What if it doesn't work out?

It's autumn, and this little brother who fell from the sky in spring has grown a few inches, and his body has become rounder, but he still looks thin overall.

Maybe, I'm going to break my promise.

-

The sun was faltering, and Yuanxi brought a bowl of golden pumpkin porridge.

"Brother, is it delicious?" Yuan Xi shook the porridge in front of Yan Heyi's eyes, "Go and wash your hands, the rice is ready."

In Yan Heyi's bowl, the pumpkin was finely crushed and mixed with porridge and rice, the whole bowl was golden.

This pumpkin is sweet and glutinous, and it is delicious without adding sugar.

Yuan Xi sat next to Yan Heyi, with his right hand hanging down. Yan Heyi was worried that he hadn't treated the wound on his forearm well, so she got up and grabbed his hand.

"What happened to the hand?"

Before Yan Heyi had time to roll up his sleeves, she saw Yuanxi's tiger's mouth turned red.

Yuan Xi hurriedly withdrew his hand: "It's okay, brother."

"Is it burning? Let me see."

Yan Heyi checked it carefully, but fortunately it was only red and no blisters: "Have you rinsed it with cold water?"

Regardless of what Yuan Xi said, Yan Heyi grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him into the yard, where he immersed himself in the well water: "If it's hot, immediately flush it with cold water, or soak it in cold water, at least for a while, remember Living?"

"Why bear it by yourself and don't call me?"

Yuan Xi pursed his lips and smiled: "It doesn't hurt, brother."

After soaking in cold water by Yuanxi, Yan Heyi dragged him into the house to apply medicine.

When passing the threshold, Yan Heyi stumbled and almost fell, Yuan Xi hurriedly helped him onto the stool: "Brother, let me get it."

He rummaged through the medicine box: "Which one is it, brother?"

Only then did Yan Heyi remember that the ointment for scalds had a strong smell and was put in a separate place: "It's on the top shelf of the cabinet, in that small wooden box."

Yuan Xi tiptoed to take off the ointment. His left hand was immobile and he couldn't apply it by himself, so he handed the ointment to Yan Heyi.

Yan Heyi supported Yuan Xi's wrist to apply medicine to him, her hands trembling slightly.

After applying it, he opened Yuanxi's sleeve again, and saw a few shallow wounds on his forearm, on which the medicinal powder was roughly sprinkled, it seemed that he had just washed it with water a little, and there were still some mud marks that hadn't been washed off. .

He treated Yuan Xi's wound on his forearm again, and suddenly he couldn't collapse.

Yuan Xi panicked immediately, and asked cautiously, "Brother, why are you crying again?"

"Does the wound hurt? Is it involved? Let me see."

"elder brother?"