Shen Xiaoxiao slapped Lu Shaohuai on the shoulder angrily, "What did you say?"
Zheng Chuyang also said perfunctorily: "Don't talk nonsense."
Lu Shaohuai glanced at Zheng Chuyang with contempt, and then said to Shen Xiaoxiao: "Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of him."
Shen Xiaoxiao said: "Then I'm leaving. If you need anything, call me."
"I'll see you off." Lu Shaohuai followed her out.
After sending Shen Xiaoxiao away, he came back soon. When he saw Zheng Chuyang lying on the sofa leisurely, he asked, "Doesn't the wound hurt?"
"It hurts." Zheng Chuyang said, touched it with his hand, but said with a smile: "However, the thought of Xiaoxiao's concern and nervousness for me has offset the pain."
Lu Shaohuai sat opposite him, picked up the medicine on the coffee table, looked at it, and said: "You are not seriously injured, your hands and feet are not broken, and you can take care of yourself."
"What do you mean?" Zheng Chuyang asked funnyly: "I haven't lost my hands or feet, so you're not going to take care of me?"
Lu Shaohuai threw the medicine box back on the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said, "You're right, I really don't want to take care of you."
Zheng Chuyang didn't care and said, "I don't have to take care of anything. If you have something to do, just go and do it."
Lu Shaohuai looked at him jokingly and asked: "Are you sad? Do you feel very uncomfortable and feel that you paid by mistake?"
"Get out!" Zheng Chuyang threw the pillow under his head.
Lu Shaohuai held the pillow in his arms and said, "Brother, I am creating conditions for you!"
"What conditions?" he asked sideways.
Lu Shaohuai said: "Chu Yang, God is helping you now. You were hurt because of Xiaoxiao, and she feels guilty and distressed. Why am I taking care of you here? She has to be here. You are a lonely man. Widows, living together in the same room, reconciliation is not just around the corner."
After hearing this, Zheng Chuyang's eyes lit up and he sat up from the sofa. "Then can she come? Then I can take care of myself, so it's useless for her to come."
Lu Shaohuai looked at him with caring eyes and said speechlessly: "Chu Yang, can't you use your brain? Just because you can take care of yourself now doesn't mean you will be able to take care of yourself tomorrow."
After he finished speaking, he got up and went to the kitchen. As he walked, he said, "I was about to cook noodles just now, but you guys interrupted me when you came back. I'm going to cook noodles first. Do you want to eat?"
"Take me a share." Zheng Chuyang was thoughtful, wondering how to make himself "unable to take care of himself".
Suddenly, Lu Shaohuai called him in the kitchen, "Come here!"
"What's wrong?" Zheng Chuyang asked, getting up and heading towards the kitchen.
Lu Shaohuai stood in front of the stove, looking down at the boiling water in the milk pot above, which was steaming.
"What's the matter?" Zheng Chuyang stood aside and asked.
Lu Shaohuai looked at him, grabbed his hands with both hands, and said: "Brother, I'm sorry, please bear with me!" At the same time, his hands were firmly attached to both sides of the milk pot.
"Ah——" Zheng Chuyang let out a cry when he was burned and pulled away his hand.
The whole palm of my hand was burning red, and it hurt just to look at it.
"Is this what you want?" Zheng Chuyang immediately opened the faucet and wanted to perform cold treatment.
Lu Shaohuai turned off the faucet again, "What are you doing? Do you want to take care of yourself?"
Zheng Chuyang was stunned. It was purely an instinctive reaction to turn on the faucet just now, but now he reacted after being reminded like this.
He spread his hands - now there were blisters on some of his fingers, and asked: "What should we do now?"
Lu Shaohuai said: "I'm leaving now. When I go out, I'll call Xiaoxiao and tell her that something suddenly happened at home and I have to go back and ask her to come over. Then you'll pretend to be pitiful in front of her. Do you understand?"
"Okay." Zheng Chuyang said with a guilty conscience: "Why does it feel like I'm lying to her? Isn't that bad?"
"Chu Yang, this is not a lie, it is an accelerator for your reconciliation. You pretended to be painful and vulnerable in front of her. She saw it, softened her heart, and reconciled with you." Lu Shaohuai patted his shoulder, "Brother, come on. Come on! I'm waiting for your good news!"
Zheng Chuyang watched him leave, returned to the sofa and sat down, looking down at the large, watery blisters on his fingers. Perhaps, what Shao Huai said was right. Only by being alone can feelings heal slowly.
Not long after, Shen Xiaoxiao called him.
"Hello, Xiaoxiao." Before he picked up, he deliberately practiced his voice to make it sound a little haggard.
Shen Xiaoxiao said anxiously on the phone: "Shaohuai just called me and said that you were burned and that he had something to do and went home. How are you? I'm going over now. Is there any burn ointment at home?"
This time, Zheng Chuyang was more thoughtful and said, "I won't even let him call you. It's nothing serious. Just rinse it with cold water."
"Is it blistering? Hey, okay, let's not talk about it for now. I'll go buy some medicine." Shen Xiaoxiao was about to hang up the phone after saying that.
"Why are you here? Stop coming, I'm fine." Zheng Chuyang suddenly remembered that no one could send her off.
Shen Xiaoxiao said: "Don't worry about it, just hang up."
Seeing Shen Xiaoxiao being so nervous, Zheng Chuyang felt happy and regretful at the same time. The conflict made him restless.
More than half an hour later, the doorbell rang and Shen Xiaoxiao arrived.
Zheng Chuyang's palms were so hot that he didn't dare to touch anything, let alone open the door.
He said through the door: "Xiaoxiao, please press the password, the last four digits of my mobile phone number."
There was a sound of pressing the code outside the door, and the door opened with a click.
Shen Xiaoxiao was holding a convenience bag in his hand. As soon as he came in, the first thing he saw was his red palms and blisters on his fingers.
"Why is it so hot?" Shen Xiaoxiao carefully held up his palm and asked with a frown.
Zheng Chuyang rolled his eyes, "That's it. I was cooking noodles. The pot overflowed. I called again. I was anxious and wanted to take the pot down first, but it became so hot."
If he feels that he is full of loopholes, I hope she won't be suspicious. He said silently in his heart.
Shen Xiaoxiao put down his hand and looked at him closely. The next second, he said complainingly: "You are such an old man, why are you still so impatient?"
"Yes, I'm irritable." Zheng Chuyang agreed.
Shen Xiaoxiao changed her shoes and went into the house and said, "Come, let me put the ointment on you first."
The two of them sat on the sofa. Shen Xiaoxiao took out the ointment and applied it little by little on her hands with a cotton swab in her hand.
"If the burn hurts, it will be more painful than the wound on your forehead."
Shen Xiaoxiao said, when she applied the ointment to the blisters on her fingers, she gently dipped her fingertips in the ointment, carefully applied it little by little, and then blew on it.
"Does it hurt?" she raised her head and asked.
"It doesn't hurt." Zheng Chuyang's burning hands felt much cooler and more comfortable after being blown by it.
Shen Xiaoxiao gave him medicine, bandaged it briefly, packed up the medicine, and said, "You haven't eaten yet? I'm hungry too. What's in the refrigerator? I'll make something."