Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 88

Pain is pain, but for Zhao Caifeng, this kind of pain is not unbearable. Zhao Caifeng felt the cold feeling of soaking her injured hand in the well water, and slowly said: "It's nothing, it's better than splashing you." Face is strong, isn't it?"

Song Mingxuan was looking at Zhao Caifeng's hand, but he didn't expect her to be in the mood for a joke, so he blushed again.Zhao Caifeng's clothes were thin, and the draft in the backyard made her a little cold, so Song Mingxuan took off his outer robe and put it on Zhao Caifeng's body.

"Caifeng, you are a good girl."

Zhao Caifeng felt apprehensive when Song Mingxuan said such a sentence without any reason.At this moment, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and she is still wearing his clothes. Although there is no dry wood and no fire, the moon in the west is still so round.

There is a saying: It's all the moon's fault...

Zhao Caifeng believed in the power of the moon at this moment, no matter what, under such a moonlight, it is definitely a good time to talk about love.

"You are also a good...good person." It's too nasty to say a good man, let's say a good man.Zhao Caifeng secretly felt that she had a row of sour teeth, so she said such a sentence.

Song Mingxuan looked at him, his red eyes just now had turned into thick tears, flashing under the moonlight, as if they were about to fall down at any moment.

"A man's face has some injuries, it's nothing. I can't get a job by relying on his face, but your hand..." Song Mingxuan looked down at Zhao Caifeng's hand again, and the wrinkles between his brows seemed to get deeper.

Looking at his tangled expression, Zhao Caifeng seemed to be sure for a moment, would Song Mingxuan want to make a promise with her body for her hand?
"Brother Song, I really don't get in the way. I really don't get in the way. Who's okay to look at my hands? Besides, scars may not be left."

Song Mingxuan was very stubborn, and said solemnly: "There is a saying in the Book of Songs, hold your hand, and grow old together with your son. If your hand is injured, how can it not be a hindrance."

Zhao Caifeng thought it was over, you are a talent who wanted to be the number one scholar in ancient times, if I lose my book bag in a competition with you, I will definitely lose!So Zhao Caifeng simply stopped talking, the two of them felt a little awkward before, so Zhao Caifeng pretended to look around nonchalantly, and when her eyes returned to Song Mingxuan's face, she still couldn't help laughing. He compared his face with his finger: "Brother Song, your face, just now a mouse ate your ink and kissed you."

Song Mingxuan came to his senses at this time, and hastily wiped his face with his sleeve. The ink stains had already dried up, so there was no way to wipe it off. The child got wet in the basin and handed it to him.

Song Mingxuan wiped off the ink stains on his face, and saw that the east had turned pale, the sky was getting brighter, and the candle in the candlestick burned its last drops of wax and went out.

Song Mingxuan held Zhao Caifeng's hand, and looked at it carefully in the morning light. There were two blisters on the skin under the wax oil, but it seemed that they could not be treated, otherwise the wound would expand and it would be bad.

Zhao Caifeng looked at Song Mingxuan studying her hands, and felt a little strange for a while. She never felt this kind of feeling of being held in the palm of her hand since she was a child, but now she actually feels it in a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old. arrive.

Zhao Caifeng withdrew her hand from Song Mingxuan's, yawned and said, "It's already dawn, I'm going back to sleep for a while."

"You wait!" Song Mingxuan hurried into the room, took a half-worn handkerchief, and came over to bandage the wound on the back of Zhao Caifeng's hand.

"Be careful when you sleep, don't press the wound, it's already bright now, I'll get you something to eat, go to bed when you're full." Song Mingxuan spoke in a soft voice. Although he looked young, he The old-fashioned attitude made Zhao Caifeng feel that she was being cared for, so she nodded as if by accident, and agreed.

Song Mingxuan didn't have much cooking skills, but he just added some hot water to the steamed buns he made yesterday to make steamed buns, and added a little white sugar that was only for Brother Bao to eat alone, and served them hot. Give the bowl to Zhao Caifeng.

"Eat it quickly, I don't know anything else, it's good to make this, brother Bao also likes to eat, you try it?" When Song Mingxuan brought the bowl to Zhao Caifeng, there was still a look of anticipation in his eyes , as if as long as Zhao Caifeng said it was delicious, he would be happy for several days.

It was the first time Zhao Caifeng saw Song Mingxuan's expression and clumsy appearance, which made him feel like a little father, and I don't know if he usually takes care of Bao Geer like this.

Song Mingxuan was about to pass the bowl to Zhao Caifeng, when he suddenly remembered her injured hand, he paused, gritted his teeth and retracted, scooped up a spoonful, put it on his lips, blew gently, and handed it to Zhao Caifeng's lips , Seriously and blushing: "Your hand is hurt, or I will feed you?"

(End of this chapter)