After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

After feeding the water, Dong Chuanlin gently put the empty bowl on the table, leaned out to the window and saw that the opposite room was completely dark with no fire.

He went back to the bed and tucked in the loose corner of the quilt, and the person lying down looked at him wearily.

"Go home, don't stay here."

Perhaps because of the water he had just drank, Han Song's voice was a little crisp and nasal.

"You sleep, don't worry about me." Dong Chuanlin turned to make the bed.

Before returning to the room, Aunt Han brought him two quilts.To put it bluntly, it is a bed, but to put it bluntly, it is a wooden board, which is built on four benches.The conditions were worse, Dong Chuanlin spread the quilt silently without saying a word.

"Dong Chuanlin", Han Song couldn't move, he could only tilt his head to look at him, "Be obedient."

Both of them have stubborn tempers, and they will not give up unless they hit the south wall.In normal times, Dong Chuanlin would definitely be no match for Han Song, and he was obedient, not because he was weak, but because he didn't want to cause conflicts over trivial matters.

But today Han Song is just a cat with the word "King" engraved on his forehead. Although he has a strong posture, his fighting power is zero.

Dong Chuanlin went in his left ear and out his right ear, and continued to spread the quilt in his own way.There are two quilts, one is the bottom and the other is the cover, blocking the rough wooden boards, it feels like a bed.

"You're angry."

It's not a question, Han Song is making an understatement.

Dong Chuanlin paused, "How dare you."

After Congniang went out, Dong Chuanlin didn't look at him directly, and when he spoke, his eyes were fixed on the ground, deliberately avoiding him.How can a person with a delicate mind not notice it.

Han Song laughed hoarsely.He just asked himself this question a while ago, but now, someone turned himself into a king.

Looking at the beam of the bed, he said slowly, "Come here."

"Let's be honest, I'm not deaf."

Dong Chuanlin was still tossing the quilt that had already been made, leaving a back view to talk to him.

"Come here quickly." Han Song closed his eyes lightly, "My leg hurts."

He has been fine since he woke up, but now he suddenly said that his legs hurt, and the reason could not be more far-fetched.

Dong Chuanlin rubbed the center of his brows, resigned himself to his fate and walked to the bed, "Where does it hurt?"

Han Song looked at him without blinking his eyelids, "Everything hurts, not only the legs, but also the hands and jaw."

"Then it hurts." Dong Chuanlin was about to get up after he finished speaking cruelly, when a voice came from behind him, saying, "I haven't seen you for a day, why did you become so cruel. I really hurt."

"Am I cruel or are you hypocritical?" Dong Chuanlin stopped and sat back on the bed, "If you pretend to be weak, please learn how to act like it."

Complaining with a stern face and no waves, the iron-boned tenderness is not so soft.

"Why don't you ask me why I look like this?"

The oil lamp was dim and the angle was not good. Han Song could only see Dong Chuanlin's side face soaked in the dim oil lamp, flickering.

"Would you say it if I asked?" Dong Chuanlin laughed at himself, "Why waste your words. I was stupid before, but I won't be anymore."

What you keep in mind is just a hint in his heart, so why bother.It's a joke to hit the south wall and ask for no fun.

Seeing him lying on the bed unable to move, the usual vigor and vigor disappeared, and the weakness and exhaustion covering his whole body.

Dong Chuanlin's heart sank to the bottom.

He blamed himself, why didn't he give a few more reminders on weekdays, maybe he could avoid the danger.

He complained why he still chose to take risks despite the repeated emphasis of those around him.

Dong Chuanlin sniffed and swallowed all the sadness that gushed out.

He said softly: "You never trusted us, did you? No matter what others say or do, you only trust your own judgment and go your own way."

"Obviously there are family members, friends, and... people who miss you, why do you have to live so tiringly." Dong Chuanlin choked up and said: "Isn't it really cool not to rely on others, you are your own backer, so proud. "

"Isn't it very annoying for me to whisper in your ear every day?" Dong Chuanlin couldn't bear the oppression and sense of loss gushing out of his heart, stood up and stared at him, "Then let me go! I will leave immediately without talking nonsense. I won't get in your way."

Is it true that people who want to be strong are like this, they are only allowed to fight by themselves, regardless of life and death, and force the people around them to be obedient.

Dong Chuanlin couldn't tell whether what he said was impulsive or sincere, and he also wanted to ignore it, and take advantage of the darkness in this cold winter night to have fun.

"Not annoying, I'm very happy. Really, I've never found you annoying." Han Song's voice was hoarse again, and his short words were worn rough.

He is used to Dong Chuanlin being a young man, and he is used to his vigor and self-confidence.But he forgot that what was hidden in this body was a person with independent thinking, and not saying it didn't mean he didn't know or didn't care.

Gains and losses can't measure the success of things, let alone a heart.

He cared too much about this kind of intention, so he was cautious about gain and loss even when responding.

A gust of wind seeps through the open windows, adding a bit of chill to the cold atmosphere, making people sober and contemplative.

"It's my fault. I admit to beating or scolding me." Han Song looked straight at his gloomy side face, "Prisoners have a chance to reform themselves. You can't put me in death row all at once."

The originally small gap in the window was forced to open wider and wider by the wind, and the cold wind stared straight at the neckline.Dong Chuanlin was still swayed by the cold wind and stopped silent.

With burning eyes, Han Song waited patiently.

Dong Chuanlin hated Han Song's confident look.

He felt like a seven-inch snake being pinched, with no room for escape.Or maybe, he was even weaker by the snake, willing to stay by his side.

He got up and walked to the window, fully opened the window and then closed it tightly, the cold wind that rushed in suddenly covered everything in the room, and the air suddenly felt brand new.

At the moment when the window was closed, Han Song clearly heard his response, which was short but heartwarming.

"Then I'll be generous."

Emotionally, it is the stupidest thing for you to fight over me. I am willing to step back, make you feel guilty, and be loyal to me.

Outside the house, the strong wind was raging and whistling, and it was destined to be a sleepless night.

Han Song was overwhelmed by the attack of his illness, and fell asleep in a daze after the oil lamp was extinguished.

Dong Chuanlin was extremely sober, the hard wooden board under his body, and the strange smell of the bed reminded him not to fall asleep too early, and not to forget too early.

……

Either the bed quilt was too thin, or the last night's words were too smooth, Dong Chuanlin felt dizzy and listless when he got up early in the morning.

"Go home and rest, don't tire yourself out." Han Song said distressedly.The doctor told him not to move at will, but to lie on the bed to recuperate.

"Are you a repeater? I've said it several times since I got up when I got home." Dong Chuanlin poured a cup of hot water, "I can stay where I like, you take care of it first. Say it yourself."

"You were so angry early in the morning, did you talk for nothing last night?"

Dong Chuanlin raised his eyebrows and showed an unbelievable face, "You take what happened last night as a heart-to-heart talk?"

Han Song smiled and said, "Otherwise, confess your true feelings?"

"It's a good idea." Dong Chuanlin snorted, "I figured it out last night. I can't even get the business I'm in a hurry to do. If you don't want it, let it go. I won't force it."

"Although Yuehe Country is not full of masculinity, it doesn't mean that there are no men who like my brother. I was only blinded for a while, and I will go out for a walk another day and come back. Maybe then I won't like you."

He figured it out last night. You can't catch up with someone just by chasing and running. It's perfect if you advance and retreat. You need to make the other party have a sense of crisis.

Han Song frowned tightly, "Why do you do one thing during the day and another at night, and easily go back on the promise you made?"

Han Song whispered: "It's not that I regretted it first."

"Didn't it all be agreed last night? Why are you still talking about this?" Han Song looked at him helplessly, "Can't you be generous enough once to turn this matter over?"

Dong Chuanlin replied coldly, "No."

After speaking, he opened the door and left, leaving Han Song lying on the bed with nothing to do.

If you still think about everything, you can easily turn the page, you are used to it!

After [-] days of injury, except for the leg injury, Han Song's other injuries have improved significantly, and the scratch on his chin has scabbed over.Dong Chuanlin was worried that his leg injury would leave a root cause, so he ran to Han's house every day, for fear that he might try to get out of bed.

The cold wind is blowing, the green leaves are white, and the new year is here.

Under the careful care of Dong Chuanlin and Aunt Han, Han Song's leg injury gradually recovered, and the doctor said that he could walk around properly with a cane alone.

Only then did Dong Chuanlin heave a sigh of relief, fortunately he was not so miserable that he couldn't even get out of bed during the Chinese New Year, otherwise he really didn't know what to do.

During these days when the weather was warm, it was Dong Chuanlin who helped him out to bask in the sun.Han Song was tall, and Aunt Han didn't have the strength to help him get up.

With Dong Chuanlin not around, Han Song couldn't even go to the hut, so he could only wait for someone to come.

The day after Dong Guangcheng knew that he had a broken bone, he went up the mountain to chop a piece of wood and finely polished a crutch.Seeing that Han Song could move freely with his crutches, Dong Chuanlin finally let go of the big stone in his heart.

"Practice slowly, I'm going home." Dong Chuanlin packed up and prepared to go home.

As the Chinese New Year was approaching, there were a lot of things at home, so he went to Han's house every day to save a lot of work, and finally got free, so he had to go home to help.

Han Song stopped and stood on the flat ground with a cane, "Going back?"

"Well, I'm busy at home." Dong Chuanlin said: "I may not come every day during this time, you should pay attention to yourself and don't jump around."

Han Song: "Okay."

Dong Chuanlin thought for a while and said: "Don't go out when the wind is blowing, your joints are not fully healed, and the joints will hurt easily when you get old when the wind blows."

"Okay." Han Song paused for a while and asked, "Come here to enjoy the moon after dinner on New Year's Eve."

Dong Chuanlin laughed after hearing this, and asked, "Appreciate the moon? All right, if there is no moon, I won't come here, so as not to waste a trip."

"Don't—" Han Song was in a hurry to stop him, thinking for a moment and said, "If there is no moon, then we won't enjoy the moon. Let's... sit quietly and chat and drink."

Dong Chuanlin tried his best to hold back the smile in his heart, and said calmly: "It's fine, but let me tell you in advance. My parents may not let me go out on New Year's Eve. If I don't come, don't wait and go to bed early."

"If you didn't come, then I'll go find you."

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You are too much, no one commented on sending red envelopes! ! !

Can't you let me be generous again 〒▽〒