Qinxi

The next day, there was a visitor from the courtyard.The doctor invited by King Duan came to treat the mute's leg disease.

The young doctor was dressed in white, elegant and elegant, with a calm arrogance between his brows.He only glanced at brother magpie, nodded and walked into the house.The white clothes pass by, and the fragrance of medicine is lightly swaying.

Brother Que only thought that the other party looked down on his status as an actor, and didn't care about his eyes. Anyway, he was used to it for a long time, and he still followed behind with a smile.

Although this doctor is young, his techniques are very sophisticated.I took the pulse and checked the injuries, but I didn't drag myself in the slightest.

"The leg disease is not difficult to cure, but it has been delayed for a long time and the meridians are blocked. I will prescribe two doses of medicine and take it for two days to evacuate and evacuate. After three days, I will come to acupuncture and moxibustion, and it will be six to seven points. After that, it will be cured with daily conditioning." Saying that, he got up and was about to leave, Brother Magpie rushed to thank him.

"You don't have to thank me, I'm a person who pays for what he does. It is absolutely unambiguous. Since someone pays the bill, I will do my best to fix it. If it is cured, I will collect money. If it can't be cured, I will not do this kind of thing. up.

I will order someone to catch and bring the medicine. I have been eating lightly for the past few days. You can rest assured that the man is in good health. "

So the mute stayed again.

Hearing the patter of rain outside the window on the side of the pillow, the magpie next to him snuggled up to sleep back to the cage, the sound of long breathing, the hazy rain scene, the elegant fragrance of medicine...

There was some kind of inexplicable emotion flowing in the cabin.

Tranquil and beautiful.

The doctor came on time, with all his belongings.

When he showed the row of blinding silver needles, Brother Que couldn't help shivering.

"This... these needles, what are you going to do?"

The doctor glanced at him, said nothing, and stuffed a wooden stick wrapped in cotton cloth into the mute's mouth,

"It will hurt a little, bear with it, this leg injury, it's been dragging on for too long."

So the doctor fucked and made the dumb poor leg a living target.

He said it hurts, it really hurts.

After two injections, Brother Magpie watched helplessly as the mute's face was completely drained of blood, his eyes were closed tightly, and the dense sweat was like the rain outside the window, layer after layer, and the cloth on his body was also wet again and again. .

Clenched fists, white knuckles.Brother Magpie felt panicked in his heart, he forced himself not to open his eyes, only to realize that his mind was full of him, only then did he realize that his heart was still being influenced by others.

"All right."

The doctor gave a cold voice, and Brother Magpie heaved a sigh of relief as if he had shouldered a heavy responsibility.

"Why are you sighing, look at this little brother, he has so much stamina, he didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

Come here, these are medicines for three days, I will come back for acupuncture in three days—"

"Come again?! You're going to hurt him to death!"

"It's the first time today, so it hurts a little. It won't happen after that. Get him something salty to eat, and he will collapse after sweating so much."

After seeing off the doctor, Brother Magpie started to run logistics.

Holding the porridge with vegetables and bacon that had been boiled all morning, he trotted all the way to the sick bed.The mute leaned against the bed weakly, his face still pale.

"Come on, be hungry, eat something first, and I'll wipe you and change your clothes later."

Brother Magpie took a spoonful and put it to his mouth to test the temperature. After confirming that the temperature was just right, Fang carefully brought it to the mute's lips, but the man was very uninterested - he was stunned.

How do you say, surprised?happy?Puzzled?In short, all kinds of emotions are intertwined, and the dumb expression is very strange.

Brother Magpie saw his blank expression, and smiled unkindly, thinking that this fool is really easy to coax, so he got very playful, and chuckled lightly:

"Is my husband sick and stupid? Or is the porridge made by my concubine not to my liking? As for my concubine, I'll throw it out and redo it..." Saying this, he stopped and was about to leave, his eyes were full of disappointment, charming and sultry. heartstrings.The mute only thought that he was really going to leave, and subconsciously grabbed his wrist and didn't let go.

Brother Que was taken aback by the sudden force, and just wanted to tease the dumb, but saw his face was full of panic, as if he was really afraid of walking by himself.

"Okay, I won't go. I know you are a thin-skinned person. If you don't want me to feed you, then don't. Seeing how strong you are, eat by yourself." He passed the bowl forward, but the dumb man refused to take it.The two stared at each other for a while, but he was finally defeated.

"I said you are really strange. You don't want to be fed, and you don't want to eat by yourself. It's really hard to serve. I don't care. I have to eat something. Open your mouth. The porridge is getting cold. I've been up all morning!"

Brother Magpie complained, how could he miss the joy flashing in the dumb eyes with his sharp eyes.

This guy really doesn't hide his mind.Brother Magpie smiled inwardly, feeding him very seriously, spoon by spoon.

After dinner, brother magpie brought warm water to wipe his body.The rainy day is humid, and the sweat-soaked clothes are uncomfortable to wear.The mute wanted to come here by himself, but he had more energy than he wanted...?So Brother Magpie couldn't stand it anymore, and thought to himself that he couldn't even wring out the cloth towel, what a fart to be brave!He decided to fight himself.

Taking off the mute's top, his robust body was exposed in front of him.Brother Magpie wiped it lightly while eating tofu, admiring his good figure, broad chest, strong muscles, well-proportioned texture, tsk tsk, how can there be such a big difference between the same men?

Brother Que, who was intoxicated and envious of it, fanned the flames all the way without knowing it, until his cold body became hot, until a powerful big hand stopped his restless groping, until he raised his eyes to meet those clear and bright eyes. Holding back the lustful eyes, he stopped in embarrassment after knowing it.

The mute took a deep breath and struggled to get out of bed.His body is very hot, how dare he hurt his son rashly?Such an ugly posture was exposed in front of him, and he was afraid that he would be hated.What's the difference between this and that damned King Duan?

I really want to punch myself twice, why is it so easy to lose control in front of him?

The mute got off the bed tremblingly, and only took two steps when a soft, almost whispering voice came from behind: "...don't do it?"

Like the wind blowing, leaving no trace.

Outside the window, the rain is lingering.

The mute turned his back to Brother Magpie and smiled wryly. He must have heard wrong, how could his Brother Magpie be willing to do such a thing.He continued to walk out, suppressing the strong urge in his heart to turn around and kiss the man hard.

"Humph, don't you think I'm dirty? Do you look down on me?! I'm so cheap, I beg you, you—— woo!" Brother Magpie's lips were blocked before he could finish his mocking words, and his whole body was crushed on the bed, a gust of wind Kiss like a rainstorm, with a faint smell of rust permeating the mouth, brother magpie put his arms around his neck and kissed back.

It's a challenge, an invitation.

This turmoil was provoked by him and endured by him.

The patter of rain gradually faded away in his ears.

Consciousness gradually fled under the uninterrupted pain and joy.

Instead of struggling, he was at his mercy.

Only this time, he was willing.

Fool, I know what you want to do.

How can I not understand the sound of the piano.

But, I'm just an actor, not worthy of love, and I don't know how to love.

Have you heard that the actor is ruthless?

Oh, love at first sight, I don't believe it.When you get tired of playing, I will be an abandoned child again.

Fool, fool, I'm really tired!After living under the colorful makeup for a long time, it can never be taken off again.

I am not me anymore, how can I respond to the real you?

That's it, after today, let's go back to the original point...

Rain, I don't know when it stopped.

When I woke up, the person next to my pillow was no longer there, leaving only a light fragrance of medicine, and my heart was empty for a while.Brother Que turned over, his whole body was sore, he buried his head deeply in his pillow, the tears in the corners of his eyes were fleeting.

He was about to fall asleep in a daze, when he heard a startled sound, he got up smartly, with a bad premonition——

When he entered the kitchen, it was already a mess.The mute looked at the lump of unknown objects in the pot in bewilderment, with a panicked expression.

"Dumb, since when did you have the hobby of refining gunpowder?"

The man shook his head desperately, cleaning up in a hurry, and the strange smell of burnt rice was mixed with the smell of mushy rice.

There is no doubt that this product is baking porridge.

Brother Magpie sighed, and stopped his messy hands, "Let me come, this house is very broken, it can't stand your constant tossing!" He chuckled, endured the discomfort on his body, and cleaned up and cooked.Occasionally, he glanced at the mute, who stayed obediently in the corner, like a child who did something wrong and thought about it.

Turning around, there was a smile on the corner of his lips.

After everything was taken care of, just waiting for the porridge to boil slowly, he leaned sideways, with big hands wrapped around his back, falling into his warm embrace.

The rain hits the plantains, and the smoke from the kitchen is lingering, and the time is just right.

This idiot is getting bolder and bolder!Who allowed his salty pig's trotters to hug...

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