Due to the habit of her previous life, Ye Zhenzhen always keeps a medicine box at home, which is fully equipped with various ointments and clean gauze.
"Your wound is stained with a lot of dust. It must be cleaned first before applying medicine. Just bear with it, it will hurt a little."
Naturally, it hurts. In ancient times, there was no medical alcohol for disinfection, but there was a lot of earthwork. Cui Weizhen added salt to the hot water, and when the temperature was suitable, he used gauze soaked in it to scrub the wound.
Adding salt to the living wound.
Ye Zhenzhen was so painful that she burst into tears. She subconsciously retracted her hand, but Cui Weizhen caught her. With an indifferent face, she continued to clean the remaining two blood stains.
Her brother Zhen can't be so cruel!
"It hurts."
It was obviously a simple two words, but she shouted it over and over again, with the ending sound soft and long, like a cat acting coquettishly.
Cui Weizhen frowned, looked up at someone who kept dropping golden beans, and sighed inaudibly, "Why are you becoming more and more squeamish?"
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but be stunned.
To be honest, although cleaning the wound hurt, the pain was not unbearable. She was crying hard because she just wanted to act coquettishly in front of Brother Zhen.
Her face turned red and she quibbled, "It's not me who wants to cry, it's the tears that fall on their own because they don't obey me."
I don't know where she made him laugh. Brother Zhen laughed softly and wiped the tears from her face. There was a hint of ridicule in his voice, "Do you know that your current appearance is the same as the Persian that my mother used to raise?"
Cats are very similar. They are squeamish and love to show off their hair. Every time I make a mistake and I scold them, they have to scratch their paws to take revenge. They are very angry."
Ye Zhenzhen, who was slandered, scratched his paw angrily, "Since you said I look like a cat, I can't let your injustice be in vain."
The smile on Cui Weizhen's face grew deeper.
One of her claws scratched her face, with a force similar to that of a feather. Not only did it not hurt, it also made people feel itchy, as if it was deliberately provoked.
But looking at someone with arrogant teeth and claws, he shook his head and denied it.
"You say you are angry but you still don't admit it. Considering your injury, I won't argue with you."
The wound had been cleaned, and Cui Weizhen took out the ointment and started applying it.
Ye Zhenzhen calmed down and her eyes couldn't help but fall on Brother Zhen's serious profile.
The facial features that have transitioned from a boy to a young man gradually reveal the sharp edges and corners. The peaks of his eyebrows are as sharp as the mountains in the distance. The straight and high bridge of the nose casts a shallow shadow on the face. Under the thick eyelashes, the black eyes are as deep as the ink abyss, but they cannot hide the warmth.
and soft.
As if the spring breeze ruffled the lake water, creating ripples in circles, Ye Zhenzhen stared blankly at the man close at hand, as if her five senses were closed, and she could not even feel the tingling pain on the back of her hands.
Cui Weizhen raised his head and saw such a dumbfounded idiot. He couldn't help itching his hand and hit her forehead, "Wake up, it's okay."
Ye Zhenzhen came back to her senses, and looked back with embarrassment, looking away at the neatly tied bandage on the back of her hand. The bandage was tied with obsessive-compulsive disorder, and there was really no curl at all.
"Remember not to get water on the wound these days."
Cui Weizhen didn't know what he thought of, his voice paused, and a flash of discomfort flashed in his eyes, "If you have anything to do, remember to ask Yuxiu to help you."
Ye Zhenzhen was confused for a moment, until she saw the blush on his ears, she realized belatedly, what Brother Zhen wanted to say, couldn't he be taking a bath?
She found it interesting and wanted to tease him a few words, but she was worried about playing with fire and burning herself, so she held it back. Her liver ached and her whole body wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.
Age is such a sad thing.
Aunt Cui didn't know that Ye Zhenzhen was dissatisfied with her desires. Seeing her wilting appearance, she immediately asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Zhen'er, does your hand hurt?"
"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, Mom, it doesn't hurt at all."
Ye Zhenzhen immediately waved her hand to prove that she was not in pain at all, but Aunt Cui stopped her, "You kid, don't move around, what if you bleed again? Brother Zhen, it's not convenient for Zhen'er these days, please give me more
Take heart."
Cui Weizhen agreed.
In the next few days, Ye Zhenzhen was very fortunate to enjoy the distinguished treatment.
Needless to say, she no longer needs to do housework. The biggest benefit is that she finally doesn’t have to do homework!
Daily wrist-hanging practice, fifty large characters, has not stopped since she started practicing calligraphy. Thanks to the injury to her right hand, Brother Zhen graciously exempted her from doing the homework, so she only needs to rest in peace and recuperate.
Although it was only a few minor wounds, everyone treated her as a seriously injured patient. Ye Zhenzhen was a little embarrassed, but she felt happy to be treated with such care and respect.
It would be nice to enjoy this treatment for a few more days.
Now when eating, she has an excuse to ask Brother Zhen to pick up food for her. Seeing him speechless, but having to compromise under Aunt Cui's eager gaze, it's really a good meal.
She was so proud that she always felt that she had become a serf and sang.
Unfortunately, the superficial scars began to scab after a few days.
The gauze has been removed, and Ye Zhenzhen has developed a new habit. She can't help but pick it up. Whenever this happens, Brother Zhen seems to have eyes all over his body. He looks up from the book and looks at it with raised eyebrows.
she.
"It seems that your hands are itching when you are free or not."
Ye Zhenzhen retracted her hand calmly and looked at him innocently, "The wound is indeed itchy, I just touched it and didn't do anything!"
Cui Weizhen half-smiled, "Since your hands are itchy, it means you're getting better soon. You've fallen behind a lot in your homework. Let's start recovering today."
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
She always felt that Brother Zhen deliberately used homework to retaliate against her, but she had no evidence.
"But my hand is not fully healed yet. Can I wait until it is healed before I start practicing?" She struggled desperately.
"Can."
Cui Weizhen was surprisingly easy to talk to, with a slight smile on his handsome face, "When will you be able to write, start from today and make up for your homework one by one."
Ye Zhenzhen was killed in battle.
Soon, she was full of energy and pretended to be dead. With Dong Cunrui's determination to blow up the bunker, and with the abundant emotion of praising the motherland, she said impassionedly and in a melody:
"How can this be possible? As a beautiful girl with ideals and goals, she must carry forward the spirit of being physically disabled and strong-willed. She is not afraid of hardship or fatigue. It doesn't matter if my hands are disabled. I still have a mouth and feet. Even if
Even with the pen in your mouth, you must resolutely complete the task!"
Cui Weizhen: "..."
He suddenly had nothing to say, and always felt that he was suffering from some kind of hysteria at this moment.
Ye Zhenzhen was talking nonsense seriously, and out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Brother Zhen's blank expression, and couldn't help but chuckle in her heart, feeling quite elated and happy.
She could finally be depressed about him for a while.
Hahaha, young man, you know nothing about the lower limits of our generation of shameless girls!