The ex-boyfriend who pretended to be good has really become good

"Yes, yes, you are distressed." Sitting on the chair, Duanmuyin raised his legs and looked around. Seeing that the ward was empty, he couldn't help but think of the grand occasion when he piled up a few days ago. He teased Duanmujin and said: "Brother , When you said you were not awake, those people still knew how to flatter you by sending flowers and fruit baskets. Now that you are awake, my brother doesn’t even have an apple for you, it’s really pitiful.”

Duanmu Jinbai took a look at Duanmu Yin, and said angrily: "If you talk about others, you are just looking at your brother and me with your paws."

Duanmujin took out a silver rectangular cigarette case from the pocket of his trousers. He twirled the exquisite little box in circles between his fingers, smiled carelessly, and said: "If you bring it, I will cut it for you. Pi, so I don’t work for nothing.”

"Forget it if you're lazy. The cigarette case is pretty good, where did you get it?" Duanmu Jin's eyes were attracted by the small box in Duanmu Yin's hand. Yin obediently put it on.

"Xuejia knew an old handmade silversmith's shop, so she went to order it." Duanmuyin put the box on the table, and said, "I asked her to make two, one with my name engraved on it, this..."

Duanmu Yin purposely put off a trick, and said mysteriously: "You can see for yourself."

Duanmujin picked up the box and slowly raised it to his eyes. Although his movements were a little stiff, they were not as exaggerated as the pain caused by Lu Xinghe's movement just now.

"The master craftsman added some materials and did some special treatment. The general material is silver, but it won't turn black after a long time." Duanmuyin added.

The four corners of the small box caught in the blue-gray eyes are arc-shaped, and one side is a raised star-moon pattern - the chubby crescent moon is surrounded by long four-pointed stars in a patchwork pattern, and the other side is made of Matte surface.

There is a bit of freehand brushwork, and a bit of fine brushwork, exquisite and beautiful.

Duanmujin fell in love with it at a glance, turned his head to look at Duanmuyin who was slumped on the chair, and thanked, "Thank you brother, this little thing, Uncle Lu, will definitely like it."

"It was originally made for you to give to Professor Lu." Duanmu Yin felt his scalp tingling when he thought about Duanmujin giving Lu Xinghe flowers over and over again.

If it's him, don't say too much, just send Xuejia flowers for two consecutive weeks, and Xuejia can not show him a smiling face for two consecutive months.

Duanmuyin sighed once again, his brother's life is really good, and he met Professor Lu.

"Take it as my apology this time. It's also my fault for leaving early. Stay a little longer. Maybe you won't be like this."

In fact, Duanmuyin has been blaming himself all the time. If he can sit downstairs patiently, will Duanmujin not be smashed by the pillar?If it is smashed, he can also help to lift it.

"My brother said something stupid." Duanmu Jinhu glared at Duanmu Yin, but put the cigarette case in the pocket of the hospital gown.

"It was me who sent the message to drive you away, and it was me who pushed Uncle Lu away, so it has nothing to do with you. Don't think too much about it, that was the situation at that time, that is, Uncle Lu was an idiot, and he was still holding a pillar. Walk."

Duanmujin remembered Lu Xinghe who was unable to move the pillar with all his strength, but stubbornly refused to give up, his eyes were red.

He still remembers how his reserved and proud Uncle Lu begged for help in a mournful tone.

It wasn't until that time, when he was in a scorching sea of ​​flames, that Duanmujin finally understood that he was not afraid of pain or death, but he was afraid that Lu Xinghe's pleadings that would bend his waist and put his face down would be ignored again.

"Ancestor, don't clench your fists so hard, don't be so tight, be careful that the wound on your back is split open!"

Duanmuyin saw that Duanmujin's hands on the bed were clenched into fists, and the muscles in his arms tensed up. He jumped up in fright and rushed straight over.

"Hiss! Damn it, my back hurts! Could it be cracked? Is it bleeding?" Duanmujin felt the pain coming from his back when his ears exploded, and immediately bared his teeth and yelled.

"Lean forward a little, let me have a look." Duanmuyin gently pushed Duanmujin's shoulder, pushing him forward.He pulled down the collar of the large hospital gown again, and the Duanmu gold button hadn't been undone yet, and his neck was stuck.

"Murder your brother, Duanmuyin, can you wait until I unbutton the button before you see it."

"Worry, hurry, hurry up."

The two fought wildly for a while, and after confirming that the bandage on Duanmujin's body was still white, they finally felt relieved.

Duanmu Yin sat back on the chair with lingering fear, patted his chest, and said: "I said, Duanmujin, can you have a feeling that you are a sick patient? Don't make any big moves, just calm down."

"Excited, excited." Duanmujin was also busy sweating on his forehead, suddenly remembered something, turned his head to Duanmuyin, and asked, "Little Yinzi, is my back hurt? Will there be scars? Isn't it ugly?"

"When I saw it, it was charred black from the left shoulder to the right shoulder, like beef that had been roasted for a long time."

Duanmu Yin thought about the back of Duanmu Jin lying on the stretcher he saw, and used a vivid metaphor.

Sure enough, Duanmujin was terrified after hearing this, and kept muttering, "It's over, it must be ugly to death."

"The doctor said there will be scars, but skin grafting should be possible. Are you considering the skin on the thighs or the butt?"

"No!" Duanmujin's expression already looked like a world-famous painting. He rolled his eyes and said in horror: "The back can still be said to be a man's medal, but what about the butt?!"

"Who's okay to take your pants off." Duanmuyin felt ridiculous.

"Uncle Lu will watch." Duanmujin smiled with a rippling spring heart.

"The premise is that Professor Lu can still be with you." Duanmu Yin couldn't help but hit his optimistic brother.

The two brothers bickered for a while, Duanmujin ushered in his own dinner, and then hung up the bottle.Duanmu Yin said that he was too lazy to spend the night with him, but he still slept on the accompanying bed.

When Duanmuyin climbed onto the escort bed, which was much larger and more comfortable than the public hospital, Duanmujin was still reluctant, muttering that it was his Uncle Lu who slept, and others could not sleep.

Angrily, Duanmuyin threw a pillow over, and Duanmujin just shut up and went to sleep.

It was later proved that Duanmujin's worries were completely unnecessary.Not only did Lu Xinghe arrive at [-] o'clock in the morning on the second day, but he also brought his own porridge over.

Lu Xinghe still sat by the bed and fed Duanmujin porridge, and after he took a sip, Duanmujin burst into tears with excitement, doubts flashed in his eyes, he took a sip himself, and said suspiciously: "It's not bad to drink, it's too hot ?"

Between, indirect kissing!A firework exploded in Duanmujin's mind, his blue-gray eyes were as staring as two big copper bells, and he almost sprayed nosebleeds.

"What's wrong?" Lu Xinghe put his cool hand on Duanmujin's forehead, looking at Duanmujin's stupid look.

He reasonably doubted whether his brain had really been smashed.

If he really smashed it, then his crime would be serious.

"No, nothing." Duanmujin smiled foolishly, swallowed the porridge on his lips, and said vaguely: "It's delicious! The porridge cooked by Uncle Lu is the best!"

He was in a daze just now, but it's been too long since he hasn't eaten something made by Lu Xinghe himself.Now that I eat it again, I realize that I have tasted a thousand kinds of good things, but what I love the most is the food cooked by the person I love.

"Don't exaggerate, I made nutritious porridge according to the doctor's orders." Lu Xinghe stopped Duanmujin's flattery in time. This person used to be, and he yelled that everything was delicious.

If it was as delicious as it said, how could this person be willing to leave?

Lu Xinghe felt a faint astringency welling up in his heart, but the atmosphere was so good right now, he really didn't want to say it to spoil the atmosphere.

A bowl of porridge just took a sip from Duanmu Jin, and a compliment, and it was not a heavy compliment, Lu Xinghe listened to it with a blank expression on his face.

After Duanmujin finished eating, Lu Xinghe simply cleared the table, and walked out with the thermos bucket and bowl.

Duanmujin covered his pockets with his hands, and began to rehearse in his mind how to send out the cigarette case naturally and pleasantly.

However, the next one to come in was not Lu Xinghe, but various relatives with baskets of flowers and fruit.Duanmujin's face darkened, and he began to send people off angrily.

As one wave of people leaves, the next wave will come.Finally, after waiting for Duanmu's relatives and friends to leave, Lu Xinghe returned to the ward from the living room, but he didn't come back alone, he brought Chen Yushang, Yuan Xizhun, Li Xuejia and Duanmu Yin back.

Lu Xinghe looked at the fragrant flowers piled up on the ground, smiled helplessly, and complained that these people would just send flowers, which was nothing new.

I don't know whether to talk to Duanmujin or Chen Yushang who is beside me.

Duanmujin pointed to a basket of yellow and white chrysanthemums in the corner, and said angrily: "I don't know who is so heartless, who sent chrysanthemums?! When I die, visit my grave."

"Eh?" Duanmuyin moved to the side of the flowers, looked at the labels in the flower baskets, and said amusedly, "I thought it was my aunt who came to tear up the house, but I didn't expect to change it. These people really don't have a lot of brains."

This time Chen Yuzhang did not bring flowers, but a big fruit basket.Duanmuyin was quite happy, he made decisions for his master, and began to distribute fruit all over the house.

Duanmujin took a cup of warm water and drank it slowly. While drinking, he glanced at Lu Xinghe from the corner of his eye, feeling anxious.

Chen Yushang and the others are different from the relatives in the offshoot of Duanmu's family. Duanmujin really can't drive people away with shame.All I could do was sit obediently on the hospital bed, listening to the chatter of a few people getting more and more excited, and the topic gradually stopped talking about him.

Finally, only Lu Xinghe and Duanmujin were left in the ward.Duanmujin's eyes lit up, and regardless of whether it was the most suitable time, he waved his hands slightly to beckon Lu Xinghe to go over.

"Want to go to the bathroom?" Lu Xinghe asked, they chatted for a while, during which Duanmujin drank water and hung a hanging bottle, but he never got out of bed once.

Duanmu Jin's words stuck in his throat, and the red quickly climbed from his face to his neck.It's okay if Lu Xinghe didn't ask, but when he asked, he still felt uncomfortably distended.

Lu Xinghe suddenly understood, put his hand on Duanmujin's arm, "get out of bed slowly, I'll help you go."

Duanmujin's back was seriously injured, and he couldn't do big moves.Things like jumping out of bed can still be avoided as much as possible.

Duanmu Jin was too embarrassed to bother the little nurse, and Lu Xinghe was too embarrassed to bother, they all waited for Duanmu Yin to go there.

This is really the first time that Lu Xinghe helped Duanmujin go to the bathroom. When washing his hands, Lu Xinghe squeezed some hand sanitizer to help Duanmujin wash his paws. When he looked up, Duanmujin bit his lip and didn't dare to look at him.

"Why are you ashamed, it's not like you haven't seen it before." Lu Xinghe asked with a smile.

"!" Duanmujin's eyes flashed with shame and anger, and he turned his head angrily.

Lu Xinghe laughed louder, helped Duanmujin dry his hands with a towel, and joked: "Don't be shy, it's not that you can't do it."

"Uncle Lu! Shut up!" Duanmu Jin frowned, wanting to go out angrily.Lu Xinghe hurriedly supported his arm to stop Duanmujin from making too violent movements, but he didn't apologize.

Until Lu Xinghe left at night, Duanmujin did not give away that beautiful cigarette case.

[The author has something to say: It's been sweet for a long time, push the glasses]