Leng Tianchen sat there, not knowing what he was thinking, and supported his chin with his left hand and his head tilted, with perfect side face lines.
Xia Qianchen pulled a chair to him and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a cotton swab.
The servant came over and asked, "Miss Xia, do you want me to help?"
It was obviously sent by Nangong Shaodi.
Xia Qianchen also felt that this posture was too ambiguous: "Then let's help you."
Leng Tianchen suddenly turned around and stared at Xia Qianchen, his eyes dark and bright.
Xia Qianchen seemed to be staring at by that gaze.
"What, I just help me with some medicine, afraid I will take you?"
"Mr. Leng, please..."
"Put the medicine!" he said willfully, "I just want you to help me!"
"Why? The servant can also help you clean it."
"If someone else wipes it, my wound will hurt."
[I want you to help me with medicine. It’s someone else, my wound will hurt very much.]
Xia Qianchen's eyes froze for a moment, and he felt something was changing quietly and invisibly. Although Leng Tianchen forgot the past, he would unconsciously start doing some things from the past.
I knew that I should decisively throw the medical box to the patient...
But when she saw the injured Leng Tianchen, she couldn't bear it.
Just take it as, she owed the debt she had just lied to him and returned it to him.
Xia Qianchen took his jaw and carefully helped him with medicine.
Leng Tianchen's eyes emerged from the chaotic bangs, shattering and sharp: "Qianchen, has anyone told you that you are beautiful?"
"Thank you, everyone has told me since I was born."
“It’s so beautiful.”
"Are you teasing your best friend's pet now?" Xia Qianchen said with a bent lips, "I believe Mr. Di is not happy to see him. He is a person who values friendship so much."
Leng Tianchen's eyes paused.
"Tell me, what kind of person is your boyfriend?"
"?"
"The one who looks like me is called addison..."
Leng Tianchen looked expectant. Didn’t he give up yet?
Xia Qianchen glanced up and down, cleared his throat and said, "It's the exact opposite of you."
"Didn't you say it's like me?"
"That's the appearance... you have different personalities!"
Leng Tianchen raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you know me very well. What kind of personality do you know?"
“…”
"Maybe I have similar personalities to addison."
"Don't move your head..." Xia Qianchen pushed down his head that was coming over, and then saw Leng Tianchen's gaze frozen behind her.
Xia Qianchen turned around and Emperor Nangong came in from the door, his face gloomy and unstable.
There was heating indoors, and he took off his coat and threw it to the servant behind him: "What are you doing?"
Leng Tianchen smiled: "Nangong, I'm drunk."
Nangong Shaodi raised his eyebrows viciously: "I can't find my way home when I'm drunk? I don't mind taking you back now."
"You owe me a meal."
“…”
"I'll pay it back today," Leng Tianchen said, pressing his stomach, "I just happened to feel very hungry."
Nangong's eyes glanced at his face and stayed for a moment.
He said nothing for the first time and ordered the servant: "Go and cook."
Friends who have been with so many years, Leng Tianchen has something to do, and he can tell at a glance.
Leng Tianchen pressed the wound on the corner of his mouth with cotton and said, "I'm hungry now, so I'm just going to make something for me to fill my stomach."
His eyes were looking at Xia Qianchen.
"You have a lot of opinions." Nangong Shaodi was displeased.
Xia Qianchen put down the tools in his hand, stood up consciously and said, "Then Master Leng, please wait. I'll make a bowl of fruit soup to relieve heat and reduce fire."
“I’m not hot.”
"But you have a lot of heart!"
Leng Tianchen smiled, and the pain of the cracked corners of his lips said, "You know me so much, even if I know that my heart is very hot?"
Nangong Shaodi's face was even more unhappy, and the air conditioner came out, and Xia Qianchen left the room.
It is rare to see her so obedient, and it is extremely rare to see her so gentle to Leng Tianchen's medicine...
I remembered the scene where Qian Qian used an egg to apply his face a few days ago, which was in sharp contrast to the picture just now.
Nangong Shaodi frowned sarcastically and sat down at the place where Xia Qianchen had just sat.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm drunk."
"to be honest!"
"Nangong, your study room is really crowded," Leng Tianchen stood up and picked up a book without saying a word. "Do you usually read these? Tsk tsk, it's really a dull and boring person."
"Don't change the subject!"
Leng Tianchen walked to a trumpet record machine, picked up a few discs from the CD rack and flipped it out: "Why do you still have such antique things... What's so nice about it?"
Nangong Shaodi frowned: "Don't touch my things."
Leng Tianchen had already pulled out a disc and put it on.
The melodious music sounded, and it felt like the old Shanghai...
Leng Tianchen sat down on the chair and said, "I remember my aunt liked to listen to this song the most during her lifetime."
“…”
His eyes fell on a grinding box again: "Tsk tsk, you have a lot of antiques. I didn't expect you to be a nostalgic person."
Only those who value feelings will be nostalgic, while Nangong Shaodi is so cold and deserted...
It's really hard to imagine.
Rhode stood aside and said, "Young Master Leng has a good connection. I don't know if I can find out where there are places to repair antiques. We have almost searched the entire city and couldn't find such a store."
Leng Tianchen raised his head and asked, "What's broken?"
"A clock," Rhode replied, "is one of the old lady's favorite things during her lifetime."
Leng Tianchen walked around the house comfortably: "Take it over and see what style is it?"
Rhode glanced at Nangong Shaodi, saw him nodding, and went to the room to pick up the clock.
Put it in a box and all the broken parts were collected.
Leng Tianchen opened the box and saw a bunch of scattered parts: "It's so broken, do you still want to repair it?"
“…”
"The era of this clock is indeed very far away," Leng Tianchen picked it up, and was about to fall apart. "It's so bad."
"Don't touch it."
Leng Tianchen put it back: "Even if it is repaired, many parts need to be replaced, and it is not the original clock. It doesn't make much sense. Are you still willing to repair it?"
Nangong Shaodi didn't say anything, and his excited green eyes flashed.
"How could it be so bad?"
"Suspected that someone was deliberately destroying it." Rhodes replied.
"Who has the courage to destroy what you love? How do you deal with that person?"