Quit pampering

Fu Yanlou had never seen such a battle before.

"Stop crying." Fu Yanlou stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears, and then carefully wiped the tears off her face with a square towel. The little girl's face was completely pink.

She is really squeamish.

But Fu Yanlou actually thought it was reasonable.

It can be seen from her name that she must have been loved by her family.

What's wrong with such a little girl being delicate?
But her pitiful appearance impressed him deep in his heart, making his heart ache.

Wen Ying's glass-like eyes became brighter and clearer after being washed with water, but she still wanted to maintain her reserve, "I didn't want to cry so hard, but it hurt too much and I couldn't help it."

"Well, I know you're in pain."

"If I had known, I wouldn't have left. I should have waited for the servant aunt to come to me, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen and been injured."

Fu Yanlou raised his eyes. No matter how calm the boy was, his emotions would fluctuate when he saw the little girl's tears. "It's my fault that I didn't protect you."

Wen Ying looked at his legs and said, "I can't blame you. There's nothing you can do."

Moreover, she was not careful.

Fu Yanlou opened the medical kit and said, "Pull up your skirt a little, and I'll treat your wound."

Wen Ying swallowed, "Will it hurt?"

"It will hurt, but it will be fine after a while. If the wound is not treated in time, not only will the recovery be slow, but it will also leave scars when it heals."

When Wen Ying heard this, she immediately became nervous. She shook her head like a rattle, "That's not okay. I can't leave scars on my legs. It will look ugly."

"...It won't leave any scars."

He had seen her wounds, and they wouldn't leave scars.

Wen Ying lifted her skirt a little.

Fu Yanlou took out iodophor and applied it on her.

Wen Ying pulled back her leg in pain, "It hurts so much."

It was burning, and it hurt even more than before.

Wen Ying's voice trembled slightly, and tears fell heavily.

She has a pair of charming eyes, and when she cries, she is fragile and beautiful, like a rose in the rain. No matter how heavy the rain is, the petals of the rose will be broken.

This look is quite distressing.

Fu Yanlou's eyes darkened slightly, "Bear it a little longer."

Wen Ying rubbed her eyes and twitched, "Why does it hurt so much?"

Fu Yanlou gave her all his patience, "If you don't disinfect the wound, it will become infected. Just stretch out your leg and I will wipe it for you."

Wen Ying hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out her legs, as if she didn't dare to face him. She closed her eyes in fear, her thick eyelashes trembling fiercely.

Fu Yanlou sighed and moved more gently. When the iodophor was applied, she still gasped in pain, but she still endured it.

Suddenly, a cool feeling came over her. Wen Ying opened her eyes and saw Fu Yanlou blowing air on her wound, which relieved the pain a bit.

"Does it still hurt?" Seeing her trembling calves stopped, he raised his head.

Wen Ying shook her head and her face turned red silently, "It doesn't hurt so much anymore."

Fu Yanlou finally took out a band-aid and put it on her.

Wen Ying touched her face with the back of her hand and noticed that her skin was a little hot.

She opened her mouth and said, "Thank you, brother."

"You're welcome." Fu Yanlou looked at her, "Why is your face so red?"

Wen Ying turned her face away, she could not tell that she was shy.

There was a smile in Fu Yanlou's eyes, but also dim at the same time. He packed the medicine box slowly with his hands.

"Yingying."

Wen Ying turned to look at him, rubbed her nose, "Yeah."

"What book did you want to get just now?"

Wen Ying then picked up the book on the ground. It was not a book, but a collection of paintings.

Fu Yanlou naturally noticed it, "Give it to me."

"But I want to see it." "There's nothing interesting to see..."

Wen Ying had already opened it, and it showed the scenery of the capital. He flipped through it one by one, and there were landscape paintings and buildings drawn with lines. Wen Ying recognized one of them, which was where she was now.

"Brother, did you draw all of these?"

"Kill time."

"The painting is really good." Wen Ying picked up the painting book and said, "Brother, can you draw characters?"

"Never painted before."

"Oh..." A flash of disappointment flashed in Wen Ying's eyes.

For some reason, he couldn't see her being disappointed, "What?"

Wen Ying raised his eyes and said with a smile, "I want you to draw a picture for me, so that you won't forget me when I return to Hong Kong City."

Wen Ying looked at him expectantly, "Can you? Brother."

Who can resist the soft little girl and the delicate voice.

More than ten minutes later, Fu Yanlou handed her the album of paintings.

There is a sketch on the paper, and Wen Ying is drawn very vividly.

The beautiful eyes and small and delicate face are so beautiful that they can be used as plastic surgery models. Through precise lines and contrast of light and dark, you can get a glimpse of the beautiful face of a real person.

Wen Ying studied it for a long time, her eyes were bright, as if they were filled with starlight, "The painting is so beautiful."

Fu Yanlou was wiping his hands with a wet towel, "You are beautiful."

Wen Ying has known since she was a child that she is beautiful and very popular. She holds the album of paintings and asks, "Does my brother like me?"

She is still young, so she doesn't know that liking has other meanings.

Fu Yanlou looked at her quietly, "No one will dislike you."

Wen Ying was very happy after hearing this, "It's our first time meeting you. Since you painted me so beautifully, let me give you a gift."

Wen Ying opened the crystal bag she was carrying and took out a string of pure black beads. "My grandfather begged me for this string of beads to bless me with peace and happiness. Now I am giving the beads to you with the same hope." You are safe and happy, brother, you will definitely get better."

Fu Yanlou was stunned.

Wen Ying took Fu Yanlou's hand, wrapped the beads around his wrist, and said solemnly, "This beads is my treasure, you should wear it well. I hope you can stand up next time I see you." "

Fu Yanlou rubbed the scriptures on the beads, "How can you give me such a precious thing?"

Wen Ying is innocent and kind, and treats feelings purely. "You like me, and I like you too. Brother, I will share all my good luck with you in the future."

There was a knock on the door, it was a servant, "Master, my wife asked me to invite Miss Wen back."

Wen Ying looked at him eagerly, "Brother, it's time for me to go."

"I send you."

"no need."

Fu Yanlou turned his wheelchair and said, "Let's go."

A door opened, and Fu Yanlou saw the flowers of the short loquat tree in the courtyard falling all over the ground, scattered in the vast snow.

Wen Zeshu glanced past him, nodded, and called Wen Ying, "Yingying, we are going home."

"The loquat trees are in bloom."

Wen Ying heard this and looked at the loquat tree in the courtyard, and then at Fu Yanlou, "Brother, will the loquat tree bear fruit?"

"meeting."

"When?"

"April and May."

"It's still a long time."

Looking at her father who was still waiting outside, Wen Ying pursed her lower lip and waved to Fu Yanlou, "Brother, I'm leaving. I'll see you next time."

I'm still young, so I don't understand that the next time may be far away.

Wen Ying stepped out of the threshold and took Wen Zeshu's hand.

Fu Yanlou watched the figures of one large and one small walking away in the snow.

At the end of the trail, Wen Ying turned around and looked at the 26-year-old Fu Yanlou as if across a long period of time. (End of chapter)