I have time

The chaotic wind blew past the ears, and it was like thousands of slaps on the face at the same time, the pain was so painful that people couldn't make any expression.

The cold water vapor in the eyes caused severe pain in the eyes, and there was a frosty blur in the vision, as if every second or every step seemed to grow endlessly.

His lungs were almost suffocated by this kind of extremely fast anaerobic exercise. Yi Chengfeng finally saw a few security guards with anti-riot forks at the entrance of Shuixiu Xiejie aiming at a thinly dressed burly man from a distance. It is no different from the crowd.

The lunatic held a machete in one hand, which was about two feet long, and was thinking about it against a tree. Probably because there were no people in a radius of more than ten meters around him, he had to find a tree as a substitute.

"Hey, don't go there, the police are coming soon—" a young security guard waved a riot fork to remind Yi Chengfeng, he didn't dare to make a loud noise or make a big move, for fear of attracting the attention of a madman, most passers-by hid on the steps In the shop, look out through the doors and windows.

The lunatic's clothes were stained with blood. It was obvious that someone had been injured. Looking along the road, he could vaguely see someone lying on the side of the road. He didn't know whether it was dead or alive.

The screen of the mobile phone held by Yi Chengfeng shows the outgoing contact: a-Yan

No one answered... no one answered!

Familiar anger welled up in his chest, and Yi Chengfeng snatched the anti-riot fork from the young security guard's hand back, and walked straight towards the madman with the knife.

This is the only way to go to the small restaurant in the dangerous building. The Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha, and the devil blocks and kills the devil. If you can’t hide, then come!

When the lunatic saw someone approaching, his eyes were suddenly attracted by this vicious creature, his eyes flashed with inexplicable excitement, and he slowly raised the machete in his hand.

Clang!

The blade collided with the metal rod of the anti-riot fork, and the hoarse sound of gold and stone soon drifted into the wind.

In the next second, the half-arc fork was already stuck on the lunatic's chest and pressed down. Yi Chengfeng used the brute force of Mount Tai to overturn the opponent to the ground, and there was a low cry from the surrounding corners.

The lunatic's hand holding the knife was still slashing and slashing indiscriminately, and he was lying on his back kicking his legs like a tortoise whose shell had been overturned. None of the several security guards who surrounded him dared to stick close to him. .

The thought that this person might hurt Xiaoyan flashed across, he was enough to die [-] times in Yi Chengfeng's mind.

clatter——

The knife in the lunatic's hand was kicked out by Yi Chengfeng, as if the most critical lead wire for timing/bombing/bombing was finally cut, the security guards and the crowd gathered around and forked the lunatic into a spider web small flying insects.

A siren sounded behind him, and Yi Chengfeng's heart trembled for a long time, like some kind of extremely bad omen related to separation.

Yi Chengfeng, come back——

Xiaoyan, don't go——

He galloped through the crowd pouring out from the side of the road, his eyes flustered and carefully passed over the blood-stained wounded face, and he went straight to the direction of the dangerous building and small restaurant.

The wheelchair belongs to Xiaoyan, he knows it too well!

Yi Chengfeng walked over, squatted down next to the wheelchair as if exhausted, raised his hand and grabbed the armrest on one side, why...is it empty again? !

people!Xiao Yan!

Getting up a little bit violently, flying stars flickered in front of Yi Chengfeng's eyes, he turned around a few times, but he couldn't see any faces clearly, two swarms of hornets were stuffed in his ears, and the wind came from all directions like waves, drowning him so that he couldn't breathe , I had to raise my hand and grab the push handle of the wheelchair to barely stabilize my body.

Some horrible possibility hollowed him out, leaving him only a numb husk.

"...Mister? Sir!" The young boy patted his arm on the wheelchair, as if hitting a piece of stiff rosewood, "This is from a customer in our store, please let me go."

Yi Chengfeng frowned and looked over, as if he didn't understand what he meant immediately, "What guest? Say it again——"

"The wheelchair belongs to a customer in our store. I have to help with it—" the little waiter was almost strangled to death by his collar, "cough cough, what are you doing?"

Mercury is probably retrograde on this street today, otherwise why would the lunatics run here one after another.

"In your store?" Yi Chengfeng grabbed the waiter's not-so-sturdy uniform collar with one hand, and pointed at the wheelchair with the other.

Before the other party could answer, he had already ran up three steps at a time, and pushed the store door open with a huff.

"Brother Feng—"

Yi Chengfeng stood still, turned around wrapped in the cold air all over his body, his black hair was disheveled, and his collar was half-opened. There was obviously nothing particularly wrong, but there was a sense of embarrassment of a disastrous defeat.

He saw Yan Yu sitting neatly on the big red suede sofa waiting for a seat in the foyer, raising his head slightly and looking at him with a smile, not even a single strand of hair was messed up, just like a victorious gesture.

Yi Chengfeng walked in front of him slowly, squatted down, covered his face with his hands, the warm and wet breath overflowed his cold and numb cheeks with a deep breath.

"Where's my pie?"

How dare he mention it!Yi Chengfeng rubbed his face vigorously with his palm, then put down his hand and raised his head.

His eyelashes were actually wet, the smile on Yan Yu's face gradually faded, and he looked at him in disbelief.Did that missed call scare him?

Yi Chengfeng raised his hand to stop the waiter, "Is there a seat now?"

"Yes, yes, the gentleman said just now that he is waiting for someone..." The girl pointed into the carved porch, then turned her head to urge the little waiter who was cowering at the door to quickly push the wheelchair over.

When Yi Chengfeng got up, he directly picked up Yan Yu from the sofa, and walked in behind the girl.

Suddenly, Yan Yu felt as stiff as a hibernating snake. After all, the person carrying him had been hibernating coldly all along. Could it be that he was just woken up by that lunatic?

"It was the waiter here who carried me up."

"It should be, they are all regular customers." The girl leading the seat was very enthusiastic, "You often come to pack spicy chicken, and the younger brothers who welcome guests recognize you."

Yan Yu obviously felt the arms behind his back loosen, and then tightened a little more than before. Being exposed to his little secret on the spot is still different from taking the initiative to keep those photos for the other party to see.

The long eyelashes drooped down, and they didn't curl up again until he was put back in the wheelchair.

"It was too dangerous just now, are your hands okay?" The girl handed over the menu, "Do you want to order spicy chicken?"

Yan Yu covered his right wrist with his left hand through his sleeve, "Order." The person who loves this dish finally came.

"What happened to the hand?"

"One courier probably freaked out and backed up too quickly and touched it."

His hand was crushed between the rim and the cargo box, and it hurt a little.

Yi Chengfeng had pulled his sleeves and lifted them up to check, his skin was a little reddish, and there was no major problem on the outside, "Doesn't it hurt?"

Yan Yu shook his head, and then, when he lifted the chopsticks, his hand slipped one, and he quickly picked it up and secretly switched to his left hand, and stuffed a piece of spinach that was easier to pick up into his mouth.

"Don't eat it," Yi Chengfeng pressed his hand, "Go to the hospital first."

***

"The wrist bone is misaligned. You need to do a reduction first, and then put a plaster cast." The doctor stared at the X-ray and gave a diagnostic conclusion, "Give me the injured hand."

The cold-faced doctor pinched Yan Yu's forearm with one hand, and hooked the four fingers of his right hand with the other, pulling and twisting suddenly.

Yan Yu immediately fell flat in pain, with his left arm resting on the edge of the doctor's desk, and buried his face in the socket of his arm, gasping for breath.

Yi Chengfeng's forehead was sweating profusely, he stared at the back of the head that was so painful that he was sore, and raised his hand to gently smooth it on his back.

"The family members are going to pay the fee, and they will be picked up at the door of the treatment room later." The doctor lifted half of the eyelid from above the glasses, "The plaster cast will take two weeks, during which time the injured hand cannot bear weight, nor can it push a wheelchair."

Coming out of the treatment room, Yan Yu's right hand was immobilized in plaster from the palm to the half of the forearm, his little face was pale with pain, "It doesn't matter, I still have an electric one, and the joystick can be controlled with one hand. "

He moved his fingers exposed out of the plaster a little, and the gauze wrapped around his palm seemed to be holding something, which affected his grip a bit, but the most troublesome thing was that he couldn't use force.

"It's a waste of time for you to make a trip, and you haven't finished your meal. Maybe I have to trouble you to take me home, or I can ask my colleague to pick it up. Do you have something to do in the afternoon..."

"I have a shit!" Yi Chengfeng sat down on the bench in the corridor, and dragged him in front of him, "Xiaoyan, you won't be afraid, you won't hurt, are you invulnerable? Just now When you are in danger, is it that difficult to say 'Brother Feng, come save me'? Do you think I can't control a lunatic?! Let me tell you that I am dealing with psychosis every day, and I have rich experience!"

Yan Yu raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were wet, "I'm even more afraid of you fighting with others..." It's not against the law for a psychopath to kill someone, but it's still against the law to kill a psychopath.

"What the hell am I fighting with a lunatic!" Yi Chengfeng raised his hand and wiped his face, as if wiping his tears, but he didn't, "You dismissed me with a phone call, in case something happens to you What should I do? It’s been reported on the news, someone died just now...do you know that someone died!"

"I can't help you with anything, it's okay if I don't hurt you—"

What would you do if something happened to me? Didn't you already plan to ignore me?

"You're an asshole! I have no reason to tell you!" Yi Chengfeng glanced at his right hand, which was wrapped into a pig's trotter, and changed into an electric wheelchair. How about getting in and out of bed, taking a shower, changing clothes, and going to the toilet? ...What should I do with all this?

Just as he was about to discuss with him about hiring a nurse to take care of him, Yi Chengfeng raised his head and saw two crystal water lines hanging on Yan Yu's cheeks, like a river in the flood season. On both sides of his chin, teardrops fell one after another like a competition, and silently blew into his houndstooth placket that could make people dizzy if you looked closely.

Yi Chengfeng suddenly felt his throat was full. In the corridor in front of him were figures hurrying to and fro, and the noise of various conversations and footsteps could be heard in his ears. Is Yan Yu crying?

Every time he sheds tears, he does so silently, neither expressing his emotions nor showing weakness that attracts attention, so why cry, it's just too sad, too sad to bear?

Xiaoyan's legs are not good, and now his right hand is also injured, leaving only his left hand which is not very flexible... Every time his hand is imprisoned, there is really nothing he can do.

He is such a brave and tenacious person, he will only shed tears in this kind of completely out of control situation, is it because he is afraid?

"Xiao Yan, don't be afraid—"

Yi Chengfeng raised his hand to wipe it this time, and it really wiped his fingers full of tears, and every time those rivers were closed, there would be a steady stream of water to replenish them.

He doesn't have the habit of carrying tissues with him, okay?

Yan Yu raised his right hand and obediently put it down, his left hand went around his body to dig out the pocket on the right.

One step faster than him, Yi Chengfeng reached in and took out a tissue, took out one without waiting to unfold it, and directly wiped it all over his face.

This stupid and rude action was immediately disgusted by the sufferer, Yan Yu took one himself, lowered his head and wiped his face gently, and rubbed it on his nose again.

"It's my hand, it hurts too much." The voice was still rough, sounding weak.

Makes people, can't help but want to hug him.

***

Yi Chengfeng sent him home, hugged him to the bed and wrapped him up with a quilt, "Where did you get the courage to face the Siberian cold in that kind of clothes?" "I'll go out and pack some food and come back, you can sleep for a while after eating."

"My family now has pots...and rice...and seasoning."

After being despised last time, Yan Gong made an angry comparison to the food guide and placed an order online. He bought a bunch of pots and pans and kitchen appliances, even a dishwasher, and he didn’t know who to prepare for. Yes, anyway, he still eats from the cafeteria and orders takeaway.

"Huh? What can I do, rice porridge with sauce, pepper and salt?"

Yi Chengfeng still went out to buy food and came back, and Yan Yu directed them to pour them into his newly bought set of bone china tableware before serving the meal, and he was asked to scald all the new plates with boiling water before serving them.

Yi Chengfeng made all sorts of reluctance to slander, who wants to wash the dishes after eating takeaway?What's the point of ordering takeout!

There is only one arm left that can move and still be so particular about it!Things are not as good as yours!

"Do you have to use your right hand for such an elementary tool as a spoon?" Someone snatched the spoon held by the fingers of Yan Yu's right hand and stuffed it into his left hand. "Well, the left hand can't eat? How about I feed you?"

"Don't." Knowing the shame and courageously, the left hand dug up the food and delivered it to his mouth. Human beings are really adaptable creatures. Maybe his right brain will develop a lot after heals the injury, so he can stop being so emotional.

"You should ask the company for sick leave as soon as possible. You can't be alone at home. You have to find a nurse to take care of you 24 hours a day."

The spoon fell into the bowl, and the left hand also went on strike.

"I do not want."

"You don't want it?" Yi Chengfeng's eyes turned into lanterns, "Then tell me how you plan to spend these two weeks?"

Yan Yu lowered his head, his left hand was holding his right thumb close to the plaster edge of the tiger's mouth, he was indeed unable to take care of himself in such a state.

"Can you stay? Anyway, your current job is to take care of people..."

What?

Yi Chengfeng stared at his little action of swallowing and removing the plaster and felt inexplicably uneasy, sure enough!

"Me? I can stay here tonight to take care of you for the time being. Tomorrow, the employer's family can barely ask for a leave of absence... It's not easy to suddenly challenge someone in the future, right?"

Asking for leave tomorrow is enough, after all, there is such an important matter as the martial arts conference waiting for him.

"I am your creditor. If I let you stay, you must stay."

Huang Shiren's ugly face was finally revealed, and Xi'er, who had been plundered, was speechless. Is this still a harmonious socialist family?I sold you?

"Xiaoyan, can you be reasonable? Hey—"

Huang Shiren is still short-tempered, who the hell is trying to reason with you, he still turns the wheelchair with one hand and abandons you where you are.

"Then you go, you don't need to take care of my affairs."

What a magnanimous Huang Shiren!

Boom, the landlord's Lao Cai's character design really can't be broken, just as soon as ooc, Huang Shiren's wheelchair crookedly bumped into the door frame and got stuck...

"Hey, big sister, it's me, I may not be able to go in the future...

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's really not about money...

"It was our child who was hit by a car, ahem, it's not my child, it's my...nephew!...

"Well, it's serious, the child is left unattended, the orphan, it's so pitiful that the parents left early... (The facial muscles twitch uncontrollably, I'm afraid Zhuang Meichan will scratch you into pieces when she hears it!)

"Well, thank you for understanding, thank you, thank you, I'm really sorry!"

Yi Chengfeng hung up the phone, wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead and let out a long breath, then turned his head and met the two cold eyes of the poor nephew who was hit by a car and killed both his parents , raised his hand to cover his eyes, feeling like he was going to be blind.

"No, I just compiled it casually. There is no prototype, so please don't take it for granted."

He sneaked a peek between his fingers, as if the other party wasn't particularly angry, as if his stiff figure had softened now.

Yan Yu bowed and pushed the door frame and turned himself in the same direction, facing the newly snatched long-term worker from his house, "Now I'm your boss, you can build a floor in the guest bedroom, and the books against the wall can be used as a bed." Brick bed, don't touch other documents. The spare key is in the drawer of the entrance cabinet, and I will put it there for home use. You can buy the clothes and supplies you need, and you can decide what you need to add to the house. By the way, you have to do it 24 hours a day. If you are on call when you start the machine, you won’t be paid any wages, and you will pay off the debt directly.”

"Now you can wash the dishes. The dishwasher doesn't need to be installed, but you have to unpack it first."

Yi Da Changgong was dumbfounded, feeling like a human being trafficked inexplicably.

never mind!What's the deal with a sick little brat!

He obviously needs others to take care of him, but he wants to save face and insist on a fair deal. If he pays off his debts, he will pay off his debts. Anyway, he owes so much, and he won't be able to pay it off in a while.

"Just these few half bowls are worth dismantling the dishwasher, what a joke!"

Yi Chengfeng obediently rolled up the dishes and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

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