Xianyu's leisurely life through books

Chapter 34: Do One Kindness Every Day

When I got out of the shower, the rain had stopped.

Song Yu was still sitting at the door, but the charcoal stove at his feet disappeared.

Pei Xiaoxiao brushed her hair and walked towards him: It's so cold, what are you doing sitting at the door all the time? "

"The room is stuffy."

Pei Xiaoxiao paused and pursed her lips.

Probably because of the use of internal force in Xishan that day, the toxicity in Song Yu's legs and feet broke out again.

Then the weather turned cold and repeated.

His legs and feet also repeated intermittently. Occasionally, he could stand normally, and occasionally the pain caused insomnia. Most of the time, his legs and feet were weak, and he could barely stand for a while at most.

In this state, he can only stay in the house all day long.

Illness makes me half-disabled, and the sense of powerlessness lingers all day long, and I can only stay in a box-like room all day long.

May I ask who is in a better mood?

Song Yu stretched out his hand, as if to caress her half-wet hair, then paused, and slowly withdrew it: "Don't stick it here, it's cold, the charcoal stove is inside, go back to the room and dry it faster."

By coincidence, Pei Xiaoxiao grabbed his hand.

She was stunned, hurriedly let go, and concealed: "Your hands are so cold, let's go into the house to warm up together, if you feel bored, I will talk to you."

After speaking, he suddenly realized what he had said, and became even more annoyed, opening his mouth to argue: "Ah, I want to say..."

"Okay." Song Yu held back the hand she was about to withdraw, staring at her with frighteningly bright eyes.

The man's palm was broad and strong, completely enveloping her hand, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.

The rough, thin cocoon is tightly wrapped around the tender skin, and it feels weird and numb when pulled.

His hands were still cold. Pei Xiaoxiao had just finished taking a shower, and her hands were warm. The huge temperature difference made her heart tremble.

After pulling for a while, his hands became warm.

Pei Xiaoxiao stopped struggling and turned her head awkwardly.

Come on!He is a pitiful little boy today, and he is dying of cold.

She would lend him some warmth and do a good deed that day.

The moon is full tonight.

The branches outside the window trembled in the cold wind.

The cold moonlight is pale on the upper layer of the leaves, making it even more lonely.

Pei Xiaoxiao was also trembling.

Not cold, but flustered.

She had just carefully recalled and sorted out the details of the past month or so.

Song Yu's attitude towards her, being close to her intentionally or unintentionally, was completely different from that of the original owner.

To her is connivance, to the original owner is laissez-faire.

Pei Xiaoxiao is not a fool, she knows what this means.

The thing is...

After getting along with Song Yu in the afternoon, she really realized that she had a crush on Song Yu.

Maybe not just goodwill.

This is bad news.

will die.

She is distraught.

A man's muffled hum came from the darkness.

Pei Xiaoxiao turned over and turned to Song Yu's bed.

Under the hazy moonlight, he could be vaguely seen half-bowed.

Would this position relieve him of the pain?

Who would have thought that more than a month ago, this guy was still alive and kicking, and the outbreak was so terrifying.

Perhaps in Xishan, Song Yu wouldn't feel so uncomfortable without using his internal strength.

He saved her that day, and she began to keep her distance from him after returning home.

Once he joked that she had no heart and was so indifferent to her savior.

Pei Xiaoxiao didn't talk back to him at that time.

Now, she was going to do even more heartless things.

She wants to push him to Du Rouhui.

"Song Yu, why don't you actively treat her?" Pei Xiaoxiao asked.

The humming stopped abruptly, and the man's tired voice came: "I woke you up."

"No, I slept too much in the afternoon, so I can't sleep now." Pei Xiaoxiao said, gritted her teeth, and said again: "I heard that Du Rouhui's medical skills are good, and she is very good at detoxification."

Song Yu twitched the corners of his mouth: "There are so many good doctors in the Northwest who can't help it, you make me believe in a person who knows how to heal?"

"You don't care what her medical skills are, anyway, she has saved many people, and her reputation as a genius doctor has spread." Pei Xiaoxiao persuaded, "Try it."

"You don't like her, but you trust her so much?" Song Yu's voice was a little cold.

Pei Xiaoxiao was dumbfounded.

How did he know that he didn't like Du Rouhui?

She didn't seem to have quarreled with Du Rouhui, but he could tell.

The hero is so thoughtful.

"As long as she has good medical skills..." Pei Xiaoxiao said, "Let's try."

"Let's talk about it later." Song Yu said, "It's very late, you go out of the stall tomorrow, go to bed early."

Pei Xiaoxiao didn't speak again.

The body is his, so love hurts.

but……

Thinking of his dazed profile in the corridor today, Pei Xiaoxiao's heart felt blocked for no reason.

In the book, during the middle and late stages of Song Yu's treatment, Du Rouhui found out that someone had invented a wheelchair, so she specially made one for him.

That seems to be a year away.

She made the wheelchair in advance so that Song Yu could use it in advance.

It shouldn't affect the mainline, right?
Anyway, the wheelchair was only found by Du Rouhui, not made by her.

Pei Xiaoxiao sent her the blueprints, so she wouldn't steal her limelight, and the plot master probably wouldn't sanction her either.

On the street in front of the gate of Liuyun Academy.

Pei Xiaoxiao poured out half of the pot of soup, turned off the charcoal fire, tied up two things and placed them on the car floor.

"Okay." She jumped off the car, "Uncle Big Niu, please forgive me."

Uncle Big Niu waved his hand: "It's okay, it's just a matter of course. You go home early and pay attention to the time. If you are later, there may be fewer cars back to the village."

Pei Xiaoxiao bid him farewell with a smile.

Uncle Big Niu disappeared around the corner, Pei Xiaoxiao turned to another street, and walked straight to a remote teahouse.

The business in the teahouse was slow, so Pei Xiaoxiao sat down in a corner, took out paper and charcoal pencils from her arms, and began to revise the wheelchair structure diagram.

When the sky was red, she stepped into the gate of Old Song's house.

Song's mother was washing her hands in the courtyard, and when she looked up and saw Pei Xiaoxiao, her expression was a little bad.

"My third family, what have you been doing lately? Why are you so busy?"

Pei Xiaoxiao kept her face perfunctory: "The money for making meatballs is too little for me to spend. I want to wander around the city to see if there are any other opportunities to make money."

"You've earned enough now, don't keep tossing around." Mother Song pulled her to a corner and whispered, "The third child is not in good health, and he's always bored in the house recently, so you can spend more time with him, okay?" ?"

As she spoke, the corners of Song's mother's eyes turned red, and she continued: "You and the third child have been married for more than half a year, and it's time to have a baby."

The tone was condemned.

Pei Xiaoxiao: "..."

She really wanted to refute a few words.

But if she dared to say it, Mother Song would dare to persuade her endlessly.

She had no choice but to say: "I will go home normally tomorrow."

Mother Song smiled and patted her on the shoulder: "Is that right?"

The next day, close the stall and go home.

Pei Xiaoxiao asked Du Rouhui to meet in the bamboo forest in the back mountain.

"What do you want from me?" Du Rouhui raised her chin slightly, her voice was cold.

Pei Xiaoxiao took out the drawing from her pocket and handed it to her: "I'll give you a chance to get close to Song Yu and win his favor."

Du Rouhui's complexion changed greatly: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

(End of this chapter)