Xianyu's leisurely life through books

Mingyuan Lane.

In the small garden next to the west wing, the small summer flowers have long since disappeared, replaced by scattered and withered stems.

Scattered piece by piece in the mud, light and airy due to loss of moisture.

Pei Xiaoxiao came in from the outside and passed them.

The withered stems were forced to lift up, maintaining a dark brown color under the setting sun, and fell powerlessly to the ground again, almost merging into the yellow mud, becoming one with the dust.

After dinner, Aunt Xu has prepared hot water.

Song Yu took out his clothes and prepared to enter the clean room to take a shower.

Pei Xiaoxiao pushed him to the clean room, stopped in front of the door, bent down and asked softly:

"Let me go in and help you, you are alone..."

"I can do it myself." Song Yu patted her hand with a smile, and pushed the wheelchair into the clean room by himself.

"Don't close the door..." Pei Xiaoxiao said, "I'll just stay outside, call me if you need anything."

Song Yu paused, fell silent for a moment, and hummed lightly.

Pei Xiaoxiao closed the door lightly, took a stool from the kitchen, and sat by the door of the clean room.

There was the rustling sound of undressing inside, followed by the creaking of the wheelchair, followed by a heavy sound of falling into the water.

Pei Xiaoxiao's heart tightened, and she quickly raised her voice and asked, "Master Song?"

"It's okay." His calm voice came from inside.

Pei Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, took her steps back, and sat down again.

It happened to meet the eyes of Mother Pei and Song Ting's brothers and sisters on the other side of the upper east wing.

She waved her hand at a few people, signaling them to ignore it and keep quiet.

Several people looked around for a while, but walked away.

Pei Xiaoxiao sighed in her heart.

How could Song Yu be fine?

Such a loud sound of water, maybe a fall, and the dull sound of human bones colliding with wood.

It hurts to hear.

Can……

It's really not good for her to force him to help, otherwise it will definitely hurt his self-esteem.

I don't know how much water was spilled.

Thinking of this, she quickly asked again: "Are the clothes wet? Do you need me to bring a new set?"

There was silence for a moment, and then his deep voice slowly sounded:
"Trouble lady."

Pei Xiaoxiao sighed secretly again, quickly went back to the room and found a set, and put it on the wheelchair.

When passing the bathtub, he caught a glimpse of his half-wet hair out of the corner of his eye, and whispered:

"Do you want to wash your hair? I'll also massage my head, it's very comfortable."

In her previous life, when she went outside to wash her hair, the staff usually gave her a massage.

After a lot of times, she also roughly knows how to do it.

Song Yu couldn't stand up, and if he washed it by himself, he would definitely be in a mess, and he really needed someone else to wash it.

Her tone was lighthearted and sarcastic.

But it was forced.

Song Yu heard it, he lowered his head and twisted the towel silently:

"No, I just washed it the day before yesterday. It will take another two days." Speaking of this, he looked at his wet hair, and said, "Wipe it with a towel later, and it will be almost dry."

Pei Xiaoxiao nodded, said nothing, and walked out.

Song Yu's suit was only wet, not dirty. She dried the clothes directly on the drying rack in the yard.

The wind in late autumn is dry and strong, and it will be back tomorrow.

Thinking, she walked back to the chair at the door of the clean room.

As the person approached the door, there was a sudden bang sound in the clean room.

It was the loud sound of wood hitting the ground.

Accompanied by Song Yu's muffled hum.

Pei Xiaoxiao's heart skipped a beat, she raised her hand and pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Song Yu was lying on his side on the ground, with his black hair scattered on his body. The ground was stained with plaster, his clothes were scattered all over the floor, and the wheelchair was overturned not far from him.

Very embarrassed.

Pei Xiaoxiao bolted the clean room door with her backhand, and strode towards Song Yu.

"Where did you fall?"

While talking, Pei Xiaoxiao reached out to help.

His body was still wet, and the plaster was also on his body.

As soon as Pei Xiaoxiao hugged him, she touched the dirty hands.

She pushes hard.

Try harder.

His face was flushed, but he couldn't hold him up at all.

This... is really too heavy!
Song Yu lowered his eyes to hide the embarrassment in his eyes, and tried to draw an upward arc, trying to make his movements as calm as possible.

He gently pushed Pei Xiaoxiao's hand away: "I don't need to help, you go and help the wheelchair up."

Pei Xiaoxiao paused.

Taking a deep breath, she suppressed the distress that was surging in her chest, and responded obediently: "Okay."

The wheelchair was rebuilt by Pei Xiaoxiao. It was very strong and did not break.

Seeing that Pei Xiaoxiao had arranged the wheelchair and was about to turn around to help him, Song Yu hurriedly said, "I'll do it myself, you turn around."

He was naked at this time, and he appeared in front of Pei Xiaoxiao in such a messy and dirty manner, which was really shameful.

This was even more embarrassing than when he was forced to fall to the ground because of his inability to do anything just now.

In the Northwest for many years, he has many experiences of being seriously injured and dying, and it is not that he has not been taken care of.

Can……

He knew that those helplessness was only temporary.

It will get better one day, and I won't be taken care of without dignity forever and become a burden to others.

It's different now.

At the knees and below, insensibility is more desperate than severe pain.

In front of the girl he loves, he only feels that he is so useless, powerless, embarrassed, and embarrassed that he is in such a mess.

forever!

Even if they were close, he couldn't break through the psychological barrier.

Self-ashamed and filthy are like a shadow.

Pei Xiaoxiao just turned half of her body to the side, then turned back stiffly.

At this moment, Mother Pei and Aunt Xu's worried voices came from outside the door:

"Are you okay, do you want help?"

Song Yu closed her eyes, and was about to say no, Pei Xiaoxiao spoke first: "Go to my room and bring a set of Song Yu's clothes."

Song Yu pursed her lips tightly, silently cleaning herself up.

There was a long silence in the clean room, only the rustling of him wringing his handkerchief and wiping his body.

a long time……

Song Yu was dressed neatly, brushed her dirty black hair with her hands, smiled and said to Pei Xiaoxiao:
"It seems that I still need to trouble my wife to wash my hair."

Pei Xiaoxiao turned around slowly.

What caught the eye was his carefully measured smile.

At this time, most of the setting sun had disappeared, and the light in the clean room was very dim.

The smiling face looks so bright in the dark environment.

Eerie and scary.

She knew that this smile was like a cold moon in the icy water in winter.

Just throwing a stone, or blowing a gust of wind, it can be easily broken.

The temperature of the smile was also like real ice water, intertwined with the cold moonlight, rushing straight into Pei Xiaoxiao's heart.

Pei Xiaoxiao shivered unconsciously, clenched her fists tightly, tried her best to stabilize her emotions, and kept her heartache and heartache from showing.

She made herself bend her eyebrows and said, "You are blessed."

That night.

Song Yu's hair was all dry.

He was a little tired and went to bed early.

Pei Xiaoxiao walked into the room with the medicinal wine, and said softly, "Don't sleep yet, I'll wipe your arms."

Recently, Song Yu always uses his hands to support his body, shoulders, elbows and other joints are frequently used.

He is so big and tall, can his hands not be tired?

Although he didn't say it, Pei Xiaoxiao knew it must be in pain.

Especially the joints.

Song Yu did not refuse her thoughtfulness this time, and took off his shirt cooperatively.

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