Has the sick and weak attack lost its horse today?

"You have a lot of problems. Is there any problem? Don't fix something for me in a few days." Yan Ge continued to poke his face in distaste, and rummaged through the medicine box under the coffee table. Infrequently used compression bandages.

"No more! It tastes delicious! You can eat and sleep! Very healthy!" He Hengguang's words are true.

"What's the matter with the wrists and knees?" Yan Ge continued to unwrap the bandages, but he didn't know how to wrap them. He just had the impression that a nurse once sprained him and used them for him, so he was quite at a loss at the moment.

He Hengguang took it with ease, wrapped it around his wrist and fixed it with pressure, and explained: "Wrist is considered an occupational disease. After all, I am a game anchor. I play games for ten days and nine days, and I have one day to edit videos. There is nothing I can do. The knee is the main thing. Is it because of the amputation? There must be a difference between the prosthetic leg and the real leg. The pressure is on the knee. As far as the doctor said, don’t keep wearing it for a long time. "

"Brother Xu, I'm done wrapping it up, it's fine! Go to sleep." He Hengguang stretched out his hand to show him, and pushed him to the room.

Yan Gexu really should go to bed, so he went back and changed into pajamas and lay down on the bed, and saw that the light was still on outside. At this moment, he finally understood his brother's mentality of taking care of the cubs, sighed and pushed the door out again, only to see He Heng Guang's hands were bandaged, and he was still holding the phone, not knowing what to press quickly.

"He Hengguang." Yan Gexu called him helplessly while leaning against the door.

He Hengguang's whole body trembled, and the phone dropped by his feet again, and He Hengguang's heart twitched in distress.

"You put this thing away tonight and wait for me to pick it up, right?" Yan Gexu sighed again, and picked up his mobile phone. The densely packed words on the screen seemed to be a document, and he seemed to be continuing to type.

"Okay, little friend, are you suffering from tenosynovitis and are you still typing and writing love letters? Who are you writing so many words for? Huh?"

Seeing that He Hengguang didn't speak, Yan Ge continued to make use of the stitches: "Your wrist doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"

"It's, it's okay..." He Hengguang was very guilty. With his schedule, it's not time for him to sleep normally, and he only woke up at noon today, so he is not sleepy even if he is sleepy right now.

"Take it out."

He Hengguang did it, thinking that Yan Ge would return the phone to him, but in the next second, the man just covered his big hand, inserted his fingers weakly into his, and said seriously: "Hold tight and try!" try."

He Hengguang's mind was empty, and he completely lost the ability to think. He just tried to tighten his fingers like an obedient puppy. The nerves on the side of his wrist felt severe pain. His whole hand was shaking, but he was still like Yan Ge. Continue to say, hold tightly.

"Release quickly if it hurts. Why are you still holding on to it when it hurts? Your face is pale." Yan Gexu didn't dare to break his fingers, and could only let He Hengguang hold his hand almost paranoidly. He just wanted to confirm Let's take a look at the situation of He Hengguang's hands.

He Hengguang was stunned for a second before letting go, and asked him softly with a pale face, "Does it hurt you?"

Yan Gexu didn't want to talk to him. This person might not wake up after being scolded once a day. Can he think more about himself.

Yan Ge continued to push his wheelchair, pushed the man straight into his room, supported He Hengguang a little, and the other party lay on the big bed, looking at him with some confusion.

"I'm going to turn off the lights and go to sleep. I'm not allowed to play with my phone anymore. The phone is confiscated." Yan Ge continued to turn to the other side of the bed and lay down under the quilt. It was so high at night.

Before He Hengguang could say something, the room lights were turned off by Yan Gexu.

Alright, Teacher Yan is very angry Yazi.But He Hengguang was only worried for two seconds, and soon fell asleep on the soft bed sheets that his aunt came over to change today, and his whole mind was confused, how to coax Brother Xu if he is still angry tomorrow...

On the contrary, Yan Gexu was so tossed about by him that he didn't feel sleepy anymore. Yan Gexu had difficulty falling asleep. Apart from his physical discomfort, he fell asleep. Normally, it took him a long time to go to bed at 9 o'clock before he felt sleepy. I listened to it in the study today. Watching the children babbling and interacting with the barrage, they just squinted past it like that, and I feel a little sorry for the children's efforts.

The breathing light of the child's cell phone on the bedside table was still flashing, Yan Ge continued to press the screen to take a look... and found that the child had no sense of privacy, and hadn't even set a screen lock at all.

I don’t have much mind if I don’t glance at it, but Yan Gexu’s extremely fast reading speed has already finished reading the paragraph that the child just coded.

Indescribable language expression.And the overlord who seems a bit familiar.

Yan Ge continued to force himself to respect privacy and press off the phone screen of the other party, and closed his eyes out of sight and out of mind.

But Yan Gexu's memory for this kind of text is really good. The more he closed his eyes, the more he felt that something was wrong, and the more he thought about it, the more familiar it became.

Ah no, no, no, no.

Don't children still write online articles part-time?What can't be written is that the domineering president is in love with me, right?Wouldn't the author's name be called He Mine?Could it be the one where he just scolded chapter 42 that day?

Grass, Yan Ge continued to think so.

Can't look at the child's mobile phone, can he not look at his own mobile phone?A certain teacher Yan who put the child to sleep took the lead and took out his mobile phone, opened the web site, and found the article from the comment history, and found that the child insisted on updating, and his comment before replied.

Unlike the soft kid in front of him, the kid seriously replied to him with a standard answer to every comment: If you like to watch it or not, it’s up to you for peace. Isn’t it the money owner’s father who is so humble?Yan Gexu couldn't help laughing out loud, woke up He Hengguang who was in a daze, and said vaguely: "Brother Xu...don't you sleep?"

"You don't recognize the bed at all." Yan Gexu felt that he was in good condition tonight, removed a pillow, and lay down with only an ordinary high pillow, and finally he was on the same level as He Hengguang's head .

Of course, since He Hengguang was lying on his stomach, he still looked a little shorter.

"Brother Xu accepts the bed?" He Hengguang answered randomly, his mind empty.

Yan Ge continued to think that if I recognized the bed in my own bed, what kind of bed would I recognize?However, Yan Gexu couldn't help teasing He Hengguang when he looked sleepy like he had drunk fake wine.

Yan Gexu was lying on his side, and asked him softly: "Are you still writing novels? I saw you were typing just now."

"I also write...but I'm very good..."

"That's all time to grow up, have you sent it out?"

"Well, it's posted, it's a web article..."

"How's the evaluation?"

"There is an annoying person... who always scolds me... Although I know I'm good, I'm still not happy." He Hengguang became sober when he said this, and turned his head to face Yan Gexu's direction in the dark .

Although theoretically, neither of them should be able to see each other clearly, but Yan Gexu always felt that the other's eyes seemed to be burning on him.

"Why do you want to write?" Yan Ge continued a little curious.

"Because I want to make money." He Hengguang's reason was still so straightforward.

"You should earn a lot as an anchor, right? Isn't that enough?"

"Look at my mother. The hospital spends money very quickly. I can afford it when nothing happens. If something happens, the money will be spent very quickly, and..."

"And what?"

"And I also sponsored a child who is also disabled. If she wants to study when she is cured, or if she has no money to study, then I have to let her be able to study."

He Hengguang hesitated for a moment, but continued: "I don't have much education and I'm disabled. I can't find many jobs, so I'm lucky. Now I can still make a little money as a game anchor... But will I Will it remain popular...it's hard to say."

It's even questionable how long his hands can play the game.He Hengguang knew in his heart that he was famous for his skillful strategies. If his skill level declined in the future, it would be even more difficult to say how many people would buy it.

Yan Gexu was so distressed that he couldn't help himself. Can this silly boy live a little longer?Obviously my own life is very tight, how can I still worry about other people's life?

"Well, anyway, I'm still very sad occasionally, and because I'm still growing, I still think that if I grow disabled again, and I don't look good in the future, my beauty will be lost." He Hengguang The more I think about it, the more sad I become.

"Then I must be the most loyal fan of Mining God." Yan Ge continued to smile and patted him on the back.

When He Hengguang patted his back and smoothed his hair, his consciousness became dazed again, and he muttered "liar..." vaguely.

Obviously Teacher Yan doesn't even care about games.

"Sleep, good night, kids."

"Brother Xu, good night." These words came back clearly.

Yan Gexu didn't expect that the "lucky author" he caught in a fit of anger at the time was He Hengguang, nor did he think that his comment would hit the children quite hard. I would only cry with him, Yan Gexu thought about it more and more, and laughed heartlessly.

Yan Gexu logged on to his author account after a long absence, and found that the editor had sent him several short texts asking him if he wanted to renew the contract, and said that if he was not satisfied with the terms of the contract, he could talk again.

Yan Gexu has also written online articles, and he has written two books. The first book did not touch the door, which aroused Yan Gexu's competitive spirit. After careful study and study, the second book skyrocketed.

It's a pity that Yan Gexu is a poor guy. After taking off, Yan Gexu has entered the unpretentious and boring state of the rich. The little money he earns from online articles may not be as good as the dividends he got from his brother. In short, it is very It was boring, but later I formally devoted myself to the writing path of serious literature.

At this moment, I have the idea of ​​regaining my account and playing.

The first thing to do is to search for the author's name, find He Hengguang's Ba Zongwen, and praise him without conscience: "The writing is not bad, but the writing style is a little childish. It should be the first book for newcomers. Write more and write better." .”

"Ps. The one above who scolded Chapter 42 can shut up, ucanuup, who hasn't grown up yet?"