"Here, you cut it." He held Ye Lai's hand and pointed at his long hair.
"Yes, that's it. It doesn't matter if you take your time. Take your time." Her hand was twitching, and Feng Yan had to hold her wrist all the time.
Ye Lai was like a machine, pinching the scissors one by one.
She had no direction at all, as if she was just obsessed with holding the scissors.
Watching the hair fall down inch by inch, Feng Yan didn't care whether it was a good cut or not, he was only filled with joy.
The haircut could be done in a few minutes, but because of Ye Lai's participation, the haircut took more than forty minutes.
Several times during the process, Feng Yan felt that the scissors were poking his flesh, but he did not stop Ye Lai's movements.
"Okay." Feng Yan touched his hair and felt that it was much shorter.
He took the scissors and found Ye Lai staring at him.
Feng Yan bent down and got a little closer to her, and asked with a smile: "Does the haircut look good?"
Of course Ye Lai didn't answer.
So Feng Yan slowed down his speech and tried hard to shape his lips, "Say, it looks good."
"...Okay...look." Feng Yan taught me each word.
I don’t know where my patience comes from, but it seems like it’s inexhaustible.
Ye Lai looked at his mouth quietly without any reaction.
Feng Yan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as you can hear me."
After saying that, he cleaned up the hair stubble all over the floor and beside the bed, and then went to wash his hair.
After washing my hair, I looked in the mirror...
Feng Yan's face was actually stiff, but he still stepped out of the bathroom on one leg and extended his thumb to Ye Lai, who was staring at the bathroom door on the bed.
He took a deep breath and tried his best to smile: "Ye Lai's haircut looks really good."
After wiping the water off his head, he opened the door with one hand and shouted: "Feng Wan."
Feng Wan, who had been at home all the time, ran up from downstairs, "Brother...brother?"
Feng Wan's voice was distorted. It was really not her intention. The main reason was...
"Brother, you...we don't have a dog at home, right?"
"Why raise a dog?" Feng Yan stood at the door.
Feng Yuan pointed at his hair, "Then where did you get that dog-gnawed hairstyle?"
Dog chewed...
So damn apt!
Feng Yan sighed, "I asked Ye Lai to cut it for me."
"Can she move?" Feng Wan was so excited that she rushed into the bedroom immediately, "Ye Lai Ye Lai, can you move?"
"You guard her while I go to the study."
"good."
After Feng Yuan agreed, he sat directly next to Ye Lai, who crossed her legs and took out a book.
The book is called: "Infants and Toddlers Look at Pictures and Talk".
Feng Wan flipped through it and couldn't help complaining: "It's so difficult to write on the first page, how could a baby do it? Forget it, I'll just write it myself."
She rummaged around the room, and because she couldn't let Ye Lai out of anyone's sight, Feng Wan made do, took a shoe brush from the bathroom and dipped it in black shoe polish, and wrote ten words on the paper.
From the number one to the number ten.
Capital letter.
Feng Wan sat back and pointed out each word to Ye Lai one by one from small to large, and read each word several times.
She was like a little teacher, she seemed particularly excited about teaching Ye Lai these things.
"Remember? This is one, can you read it? It's very simple."
Ye Lai looked at her with his eyes open, but showed no reaction at all.
Feng Wan felt frustrated and lowered his head.
But after a while, she suddenly thought of something, "When a baby starts to learn to speak, it's the parents who speak first, right? It seems to be easy to pronounce."
"Ye Lai, call mom." Feng Wan repeated: "Mom, mom."
Her attention was always on Ye Lai's lips, so much so that she didn't notice at all that there was a slight change in Ye Lai's eyes after she said the three words "call mom".
That feeling...
It's like looking at an idiot.
"Ah..." Feng Yuan sighed and lay down, "I am an incompetent teacher."
Because of teaching Ye Lai how to speak, the brother and sister took turns to do it, sometimes with children's books, sometimes in daily life.
Occasionally she would encounter something, Feng Yan would habitually point it out to Ye Lai, and teach her what it was and how to call it.
As time went by, there was a mountain of books on teaching children to pronounce and speak at home.
Ye Lai's injuries finally recovered, and all the broken parts had healed, only his arms were still twitching unconsciously.
When Wei Dong came for the last check-up, Feng Yan actually asked: "What happened to her arm?"
Wei Dong said: "It should be nerve compression, causing unconscious twitching."
He did not systematically check Ye Lai's nerves, but he had never seen Ye Lai twitch before, so there was only this explanation.
"Can it never get better?" Feng Yan asked.
Wei Dong thought for a while: "Not necessarily. This requires a specific examination. I'm not sure what caused her nerves to twitch. Some are blocked, some are damaged, and there are many more that need to be checked."
But obviously Ye Lai is not suitable for going out now.
Feng Yan lit a cigarette: "Well, thank you for your hard work."
After recuperating for more than two months, Ye Lai didn't have any injuries on her body and was completely able to walk, but she didn't walk or talk.
Sometimes Feng Yan would sit with her for several hours without making any sound.
After smoking, Feng Yan went back to the bedroom, and Feng Yuan changed out. Sun Xiao had recently taken over the big project of cooking.
In the bedroom.
Ye Lai sat on the edge of the bed and looked out the window, not knowing what he was looking at.
Feng Yan sat over and held her hand, patting it gently: "You used to talk non-stop, but now you are so quiet. I'm not used to it. Why don't you speak? Even if it's just one syllable."
It's been a long time since he heard her voice, Feng Yan thought a little.
He looked at Ye Lai's nails and took out the nail clippers to trim them for her again.
Ye Lai's eyes slowly fell on the man next to her. There was no expression on her face, except for an occasional smile.
Feng Yan had something on her mind and was worried about the problem with her arm, but accidentally broke Ye Lai's flesh.
Seeing the blood flowing out, he threw away the nail clippers and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Using a tissue to block the bleeding area, he squatted in front of her, his eyes full of self-blame.
"Does it hurt?" Feng Yan raised his head, "I'm sorry, let me blow it off."
"Huh~"
"Huh~"
Feng Yan felt guilty on one side and irritable on the other.
But he wasn't bothered by Ye Lai, but by the problem of her arm. He was really worried.
After the bleeding stopped, Feng Yan touched Ye Lai's face and said in a gentle tone: "Why don't you hide? You cut it all, and you don't know how to take your hand away."
She wasn't disabled, she could move, she just didn't hide.
But just when Feng Yan was silently blaming himself, a white and tender hand dangled and appeared on his lips.
Feng Yan was stunned and looked up at her, "You..."
He tried to understand what Ye Lai meant, "Do you want me to continue trimming my nails? Or... blow them again?"