Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 462 The Most Romantic Thing - Injury
The past is like the wind.

A thin shadow in a window, a half-roll of plain paper, between raising your hand and writing, time fades away.

In just four words, if you read it, eight years have passed.

Years and years have passed through the Xuan window, plain paper and thin pens, traces of smoke and rain fall between the eyebrows, and the tender years are like a brocade.

The clear and shallow words are connected with the soul, like petals falling gradually in the wind, gentle and poignant.

In this way, a stream of clouds lightly dresses up.

Let the flowers and plants be fragrant, let the years walk, you see, when the rain falls, it is like your passing: no intentional, no obsession, the slight waves spread, from dawn to eternity.

And he, staring at Tang Poetry and Song Ci, and watching a sudden heavy rain in the ink painting, dyed the whole summer...

In the blurred vision, I suddenly remembered that sad summer, and that sudden unbelievable news.

Yes, absolutely unbelievable.

Now, thinking about it, I still feel panicked, but who can control the spread of that news?And who could let that message go missing?
He was just a child, an ignorant teenager whose fate was never in his own hands.

He can't, and neither can Mr. Zhang.

Nor can parents.

That is the red-headed document issued by the Education Bureau of Jingyun City!

A flimsy piece of paper ruined all his dreams.

His two years and four months of hard work were smashed to pieces in an instant, turned into powder, and wasted.

How is a song sung?My heart hurts so hard I can't breathe!

But he didn't cry. It is said that when his heart is bleeding, he can't shed tears.

Was he in that mood that day?

He didn't know it himself.

All he knew was that after that day, everything changed.

Later that day, Lailai held his bleeding little finger and cried in panic, what should I do?What should I do?

He blinked, raised his hand numbly, and looked at the little finger being held by Lai Lai. A thin layer of skin had been cut off and pulled down along the belly of the little finger.

Looking at the layer of skin that was cut off, blood was still gushing out, oozing out drop by drop, dripping down along the slipped watch, and dripping onto the green and white green onions in front of him .

Looking at the little finger dripping with blood, he blinked, but unexpectedly, he didn't feel any pain.

Okay, what about the ten-finger-to-heart?

Come on, accidentally broke the chili oil and splashed it on his hand just now?
He withdrew his hand and put it in front of his eyes to see if it wasn't chili oil?

It seemed that it was really hurt.

Liu Ruixuan blinked, raised his hand to wipe his face, and walked into the house numbly, took out a long piece of gauze from his mother's usual sewing basket, and walked out with a ball of thread.

He remembered that in the past, when he accidentally bruises, his mother would wrap him with gauze. After all, there is nothing wrong with doing this.

He took the gauze and put it on his left hand. The cloth was too big, so he had to cut it.

In fact, it's okay not to cut it. After thinking about it, he decided to cut it.

Mother kept telling him and Xiuxiu to save money.

Niang said that it is easy to go from thrift to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

What's more, they are just families with food and clothing.

He walked out of the house and walked up to Lailai. For Lailai, help him cut the gauze a little smaller, then wrap it around the little finger, and then tie it with wool.

Is this okay?
Hu Lai froze, looked at the little finger dripping with blood, and then looked at Teacher Zhang.

"Let me do it." Teacher Zhang came over, put the black briefcase in his hand on the bamboo chair where Hu Lai was sitting, and carefully looked at Liu Ruixuan's bleeding little finger, "It's okay, it's not heavy."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Hu Lai, "Why are you crying? I just cut off a little skin, but not the meat. Go look in the house, if there are any white hemostatic tablets."

"I'll go by myself. I don't know." Liu Ruixuan looked up at Mr. Zhang, then at Hu Lai, then turned and walked into the room.

After walking two steps, he was suddenly taken aback. What did Teacher Zhang say he was looking for?

Hu Lai on the side hurriedly followed, "Xiao Rui, let me help you find white hemostatic tablets."

Liu Ruixuan didn't look back and didn't respond, he walked to the small cabinet in the room mechanically, pulled one of the drawers, and opened it.

I found several plates of white pills, looked around, didn't know which one it was, so I took them all out.

"I'll get it." Hu Lai grabbed it and pulled Liu Ruixuan away, "Ms. Zhang, I found it."

Teacher Zhang took it and looked around, took one of the boards, quickly pinched the wrapped aluminum box with his fingers, took a piece, looked left and right, pulled the gauze in Hu Lai's hand, and put it on the table , put the pills in the past.

Taking the kitchen knife on the chopping board, he vigorously crushed the pills into fine powder, glanced at Liu Ruixuan's hand, and cut off a small piece of gauze with the kitchen knife.

Then, he held Liu Ruixuan's hand very carefully, and gently supported the thin layer of skin that had slipped off with a corner of the gauze, then carefully pressed the gauze and the medicine powder onto the wound, and put the gauze Go around twice, and then press gently with the balls of your fingers.

"Teacher Zhang, thread." Hu Lai hastily handed over the ball of wool.

Seeing the look in Teacher Zhang's eyes, I was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, pulled some off, put it in my mouth and bit it with my teeth, bit off a big piece, and handed it to Teacher Zhang.

"No need." Teacher Zhang waved his hand and sighed softly, "Just press it for a while, no need to fasten."

"Xiao Rui, didn't you just say you want to tie it?" Hu Lai glanced at Liu Ruixuan, and then turned to Teacher Zhang, with tears in his eyes, but he tried not to let them fall.

Liu Ruixuan raised his eyes numbly, and looked towards Teacher Zhang.

It really doesn't matter.

He hasn't felt any pain yet.

"Don't you really need to tie it?" Hu Lai asked again in a low voice, "When my mother wrapped my legs before, she always had to tie it."

"Huh?" Teacher Zhang snorted, and looked at Hu, "Where is your injury? When did it happen?"

"Me?" Hu Lai froze for a moment, thought for a while, then lowered his head, "That was all two or three years ago."

"Oh." Teacher Zhang responded, "It's all over, it's not what it used to be, what's more, it's summer now, the bag is airtight, it's not good for the wound, it only hurts a thin layer of skin, apply some Medicine, stop the bleeding, it will be fine."

"Oh." Hu Lai responded, looked at Teacher Zhang, and suddenly found that Teacher Zhang, whom he used to look up to, now looked at him at the same level, to be exact, looked down a little.

He is 1.2 meters.

Xiao Rui is also 1.7 meters.

However, Teacher Zhang is still the most respected teacher in their hearts.

Today is not what it used to be.

Yes.

Hu Lai responded softly in his heart, three or four years ago, he was always the one who got hurt.

Now, the one who was injured and pretended to be his grandson was his disappointing father.

Thanks to my cousin.

However, thinking of his cousin, Hu Lai's nose couldn't help sore, and he looked at Liu Ruixuan.

It's just that the cousin was there as early as three years ago and there was no news.

Now, I don't know where it is.

That distant Jingyun, that Jingyun who is a hundred kilometers away from their Liujia Village, why is it so far away?

A burst of sadness suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

Xiaorui and his dreams were left behind in this summer, and the fallen leaves desolate the whole world.

Why is this so?
They just want to see their cousin again, why is it so difficult to meet each other?
Hu Lai turned his head away, his eyes were slightly moist.

(End of this chapter)