Another strategy? If the target is the enemy, then it's fine.

The closer it got to the day of divorce, the more uneasy Wen Wen felt. As a child, he was superstitious and always listened to what others said: if the left eye twitched, it would bring disaster, while if the right eye twitched, it would bring fortune. Later he got a scientific explanation, but now his left eye is always twitching, and he always feels that something is about to happen.

This kind of sudden bad omen, once it appears, will not disappear for a long time.

We haven't even gotten married yet, but he's already had this idea. He doesn't even dare to believe that if I really get married in the future, his left eye might twitch to the sky.

Realizing his uneasiness, he initially thought it was just his own paranoia. After all, this was the first time he had encountered such a thing in his entire life.

He had never been married in his previous life.

After getting up again and accidentally bumping into the corner of the wall, he looked at his knee which had not yet healed the bruise from last time and fell into deep thought.

If 008 was still here at this moment, he would have to ask 008 what was going on.

He never believed in metaphysics, but his luck had been unusually bad these past few days.

I can’t count how many bruises on my legs have yet to heal. The last injury hasn’t healed yet and it won’t be long before new ones appear.

After a series of imaginations, Wen Wen finally came up with what he thought was the most reasonable answer, "Lu Yu'an, are you unlucky for me?"

Lu Yu'an paused while applying the medicine to him. He patted Wen Wen's knee lightly and asked, "What are you talking about?"

His movements were very gentle, and Wen Wen's legs subconsciously stretched back, but hit the edge of the bed. The area behind his heel instantly became red and swollen, and some blood flowed out.

"I..." Wen Wen said the word "I" subconsciously out of pain. He was afraid that the person in front of him would feel guilty, so he swallowed the next words into his stomach.

"Isn't it that his leg is sick? Why did he hit the edge of the bed? Why did he hurt me like this? Am I not his master?"

Wen Wen was wearing a short top today, exposing her fair legs. Because of her fair skin, the wounds on her legs were even more shocking.

There were many scars on his exposed legs.

Lu Yu'an grabbed the leg that had just been injured and found a chair to sit down. He put that leg on his own and carefully observed every wound on his body.

Seeing so many scars on that fair leg, he became much gentler in applying the medicine, "Why have you been injured so many times recently?"

"My brain may not be normal recently. I bump into things when I see them. Anyway, I have bumped into many things recently. It's really inexplicable. I don't even know why I bump into them. I have already bumped into them."

He has been extremely unlucky these past few days and he himself couldn't explain why he had so many scars on his body. There are always some bumps and bruises in life, but he has had too many of them in recent days.

It was no exaggeration to say that he felt like he could drown even lying in the bathtub.

If he wasn't hit by the wall, he would definitely be bitten by some bugs or something.

Anyway, these few days, the injuries that are supposed to come will always come. Everything else may be late, but his scars will not be late.

"Bleeding." Lu Yu'an frowned, "Will I get hurt once I go out?"

"That's about right." Wen Wen thought for a moment, "I was almost hit by a car last time I went out. It scared me a lot."

The last time I went out, I was almost hit by a car. The last time I went out, I was bitten by a rove beetle. Fortunately, I found it in time. The last time I went out, I fell off my bike.

Anyway, I haven't had any good luck these days and I always get some minor injuries.

Not only did he have injuries on his body, but his wallet was often empty.

His cash was always lost for no apparent reason. Later, he learned his lesson and didn't carry cash with him when he went out. The things he lost became his ID card or bank card. In the end, he didn't even carry his bank card or ID card with him when he went out. He only carried a mobile phone with him, so he often lost his phone these days.

Later he learned his lesson and simply stayed at home, so his phone was not lost.

My cell phone started to fall frequently. The cell phone that used to be safe even if thrown into a fire has now become a fragile item that breaks if it is dropped.

In just a few days, he has changed several mobile phones.

Even drinking a glass of water was difficult for him to get into his mouth. Basically, the water would spill as soon as he picked up the glass.

To be honest, he has never encountered such a thing in his life.

Even if a person is unlucky, he will not be unlucky all the time, and the bad luck will not last for such a long time.

There are not many people like him who have bad luck gathering around him all the time.

"Does it hurt?"

"Okay."

In front of Lu Yu'an, no matter how much pain he suffered, he would remain silent in front of him. He could tell Lu Yu'an anything, but a man must never say that he is not capable, let alone say that he feels pain from such an ordinary thing.

Although it does hurt.

"It's okay, it just hurts." Lu Yu'an stroked his bruises lightly with his fingertips. "You're such a pain-shy person, but you've been in so much pain these past few days. Are you sad?"

"It's OK." Wen Wen was vague for a moment, but soon he remembered the cake made by Lu Yu'an, and he changed his words in an instant, "But I think, since I'm the one you're going to marry, you should coax me at this time, so I want to eat strawberry cake, can you make one for me on the spot?"

Lu Yu'an's cooking was just so-so in the beginning, but now Wen Wen has become picky about food after eating it for a long time. He even refuses to eat more than a few bites of the aunt's dishes at home, and waits for Lu Yu'an to cook for him every day.

The little cakes he made were just as he said, really good. The last time he made little cakes, Wen Wen's eyes lit up as soon as he took them out.

After all, I made it myself, and I put enough ingredients in it. Plus, it was made for Wen Wen alone, so the ingredients added in it were all Wen Wen’s favorites.

Wenwen only tasted it once, but he became obsessed with the flavor. Sometimes when he was sleeping, he could still remember the taste of the strawberry cake.

"I'll make it for you later."

The expression on Lu Yu'an's face was too strange, and Wen Wen thought he was reluctant, so he didn't want to force anyone else.

"Forget it, I don't feel like eating."

"But I want to make it for you." Lu Yu'an said, "Last time I thought you didn't like it very much. I've been researching new things recently."

Wen Wen told the truth: "If I didn't like it, there wouldn't be nothing left of that big cake last time."

But in fact, the amount of food he eats is obvious. If it is a cake, he can finish one by himself, no matter he made it or bought it outside.

And the expression Wen Wen showed last time was not very surprised. He always thought that Wen Wen didn't like the cake he made very much.

He has even started to think about whether to practice making other dishes or cakes first in the coming days.

Lu Yu'an stared at the scars on his legs. "If your freedom could be restricted, and you just lay in bed every day, wouldn't you be able to avoid getting hurt?"

Wen Wen: “?”

Why is it that we are all speaking in Chinese and he can't understand what we are saying when we put them together?

What does it mean to restrict his freedom? Make him lie in bed?

Wen Wen asked uncertainly: "A whole day?"

"Ah."

"Can I play on my phone?"

"Ah."

Isn't this what he wanted to live as a child? Lying in bed playing with his phone every day until the day he died.

"What about my meal?"

Lu Yu'an: "I'll bring it to you. Just call me when you want to eat or drink. I'll pour you some water if you're thirsty."

It sounds really exciting.

However, he was a little worried that he would become a disabled person if he stayed in bed for too long, although he was originally half disabled.

"Brother Lu, why are you still doing the imprisonment play? But your face can indeed be included in this series."

When Lu Yuan heard that Wen Wen was joking, he said, "I'm not kidding you. I'm serious. If you lie in bed all day, will you not get hurt again?"

Wen Wen blinked at him. He really didn't realize that Lu Yu'an really had such an idea. "Then do I go to the toilet on the bed as well?"

"I'll get you a bucket."

Wen Wen: "Are you crazy?"

Lu Yu'an: "I'll pour it for you when it's full."

Wen Wen's mouth twitched, "I have just confirmed that you seem to be a psychopath."

"You can brush your teeth in bed."

Wen Wen answered him expressionlessly, "You could also be a psychopath."

Whose good person is brushing his teeth in bed.

Is he a very mean person?

He doesn't use the toilet but has to put a bucket in the room. When it's full, he needs someone to help him empty it. Does he have no legs or no brains to distinguish between the toilet and the kitchen?

"I think your idea can be rejected directly. According to what you said, why don't you get me a water pipe, with one end of the pipe in the toilet. When I want to go to the toilet, I just follow the pipe. This way I don't have to worry about the water filling up, and I don't have to empty it. Tell me if this idea is better."

"You have a point."

"It makes sense, it makes sense." Wen Wen now wanted to pry open Lu Yu'an's head to see what was inside. No normal person could think of these things.

What are they playing now?

Play on the bed?

Toilet play?

Water pipe play?

Can't he be normal? He doesn't want to be a psychopath.

If Lu Yu'an wanted to be a psychopath, he could just stay in bed alone and wait for him to bring him food.

"Stay out of the house, okay?"

He has had bad luck recently when he goes out, but he doesn't have to go out this way.

He was afraid that he would be hit by a car as soon as he went out. Even if the driver threw a pile of money in front of him after being hit, it would be of no use.

What’s the point of having money if you don’t have your life anymore?

If he had been luckier, he would not have died, but would have injured his leg. He would not have been able to stand up and would have had to rely on others for care for the rest of his life. It would have been better for him to die at that time.

He himself is a person without ideals and aspirations.

"Ok, got it. I'm a little sleepy. I hope to see you conjure up a strawberry cake when I wake up. I hope you won't let me down, Brother Lu."

Sleepiness comes suddenly.

When it comes, there is nothing you can do to stop it.

Lu Yuan helped him adjust the air conditioner to a suitable temperature, "Don't wake up and catch a cold again."

Wen Wen waved at him, "I know, I know, go back, go back."

Wen Wen likes to set the air conditioner to the lowest temperature before going to bed. He is not sure whether Wen Wen will secretly lower the temperature after he leaves because of this bad habit.

He hummed and said, "I took the air conditioner remote control away."

"What are you doing with that? Using it to make a cake to cheer you up?"

Wen Wen's little thoughts were apparent at a glance, and Lu Yu'an took the air conditioner remote control away without mercy.

"I need him to cheer me up. I'm going alone and I'm scared."

Wen Wen: "..."

What a lame reason.

He did have the idea of ​​lowering the air conditioner temperature as soon as Lu Yu'an left, but he didn't expect that the other party would see through his thoughts directly.

The corner of his mouth twitched, "Whatever, you can leave, I'm going to take a nap, see you next time, see you next time."

Even if the remote control is taken away, he can still operate it on his mobile phone.

After adjusting the air conditioner temperature to 16 degrees, he put his phone aside with peace of mind, lay down on the bed, covered himself with the quilt, and fell asleep again.

The result of doing this is that you will wake up with a splitting headache.

I felt weak all over, my forehead was hot, my cheeks were flushed, my lips were dry, and my body was shaking slightly.

His body's miraculous reaction made him realize one thing instantly: he had a fever.

Didn't he just use the air conditioner for a while? How did he catch a fever?

Less than two hours.

My throat felt tight and uncomfortable, and it felt like I had swallowed an excavator in my mouth.

He had never encountered such a situation before. His physique has always been very good. He has never had a fever since coming into this world. This is the first time.

He wanted to get up and pour himself a glass of water, but his whole body was limp and weak. He had a strong premonition that if he got up to pour himself a glass of water at this moment, he would fall flat on his face.

He has the habit of putting his cell phone under his pillow, usually so that he can take out his cell phone and play with it anytime and anywhere. But at this moment, the cell phone under his pillow is his only chance of survival.

But as soon as he got the phone, his head was dizzy and his hands were not steady. He had just typed a few lines to Lu Yu'an, but before he could send it out, his hand shook and the phone flew out completely.

He had a feeling that after the phone flew out, the screen would definitely break like it did in the past.

Before this, every mobile phone he used was of just fine quality, and once he even fell from the upper bunk and nothing happened.

But recently, my luck has been incredibly bad. Whenever my phone falls, it will break.

He mourned for his bad luck for two seconds, but still had to struggle to sit up and try to pour himself a glass of water. If he couldn't drink the water, he would die on the spot immediately without having to wait for the next time.