The defense of the mourning community

In the dimly lit room, the cold wind blows in through the gaps in the unclosed windows, and leaves with the smell of heather in the air.Ling Qing watched the specially chosen dark curtains swaying slightly, lying on his side on the bed, with half of his face sunk in the pillow.

His body felt damp and sticky due to sweating, and the strength of being touched just now remained. The heat emitted from the person next to him made him feel uncomfortable and sick.

A hand stretched across his face and picked up the clothes next to the pillow. Yi Chengli asked in a hoarse voice from behind, "What do you want to eat?"

Ling Qing didn't speak, but just pulled the quilt over her head, as if she could escape everything in this way.But he covered his face, but he couldn't hide himself completely.

The people around him waited for a while without getting an answer, so they got up and left. After a while, the sound of footsteps approached, and moist hands and wet towels came in from the gap in the bed, and stuck to Ling Qing's back. wipe.

Starting from the back and gradually covering the whole body, Yi Chengli wiped off all the traces he left just now, and then left a new warmth.With his hands behind his back, when he pressed a certain place, Ling Qing suddenly couldn't hold back a cry of pain.

"What's wrong? Let me see."

The words in his ears coincided with the images in his memory for a moment, Ling Qing looked at Yi Chengli who was holding Yunnan Baiyao in front of him, he was in a daze for a while, the feeling of nausea suddenly hit his heart, he immediately lay down on the bedside and let out a piercing retch .

Yi Chengli: ...

Yi Chengli: "It's a bit too much for you to vomit after just two words to me, brother."

"No..." Ling Qing waved his hands again and again, it was difficult to explain this historical residue to him clearly, so he could only talk nonsense: "I have been like this since I was a child, and I feel uncomfortable when I smell Yunnan Baiyao."

Yi Chengli stopped shaking the medicine bottle, looked at the medicine in his hand and then at Ling Qing, and said doubtfully, "But I haven't even opened the lid yet."

Ling Qing sat up on the edge of the bed and looked at him: "It's just some associations. If you see the picture of the explosion of the excrement truck, you will be the same."

"Please stop your wonderful metaphor immediately, I'm already missing Yue, thank you." Yi Chengli frowned and remained silent for two seconds, looking at Ling Qing who was sitting on the bed so uncomfortable that he dared not straighten his back and asked: "Then what What to do? I remember you have a bottle of safflower oil on the tea table at home, use that."

Yunnan Baiyao was only sprayed, and safflower oil had to be kneaded with hands. Ling Qing immediately said, "No need, I can bear it."

"How can you bear this kind of thing?" Yi Chengli looked at him, "I didn't even open the lid and you're just like this. If you open the lid, there will be a surprise immediately. Don't be polite to me. I'll go get it now."

Seeing Yi Chengli got up and left, Ling Qing hurriedly asked to stay: "Mr. Yi, Mr. Yi, I'm not being polite to you, brother! No need!"

But this man strode forward without looking back, Ling Qing raised his hand and slapped himself on the mouth, thinking that he was talking nonsense.

The Monkey King, which was co-produced by China and the United States, made up random stories, but the reason I found just now.

Yi Chengli outside was also bewildered when he picked up the safflower oil, and realized that there was something wrong with Ling Qing's words.Does anyone in this world really vomit when they smell Yunnan Baiyao?

He frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly stretched his head to look at the mirror at the entrance, the man in the mirror also looked at him with a puzzled face, and looked at each other for two seconds, Yi Chengli felt the possibility of making his face disgusting , even less than the possibility of nausea for Yunnan Baiyao.

But why did Ling Qing react?

He took the safflower oil and walked back to the bedroom with a tangled expression on his face, only to find that Ling Qing was already lying peacefully on the bed, with his eyes closed and his hands folded on his chest, Yi Chengli frowned again when he saw it.

"What are you doing?" Yi Chengli asked.

Ling Qing closed her eyes: "I fell asleep."

Yi Chengli: "You seem to be insulting me."

Ling Qing opened his eyes and looked at him: "I think I'll be fine without taking medicine behind my back. Maybe it's faster to leave everything to time."

Yi Chengli looked at him: "The sea will never be blue, and the pain will never go away. I suggest you give up resisting the morning medicine. Good morning. We can rest assured that the property needs your strength."

At this time, Ling Qing heard that this man Yi Chengli was still reminding himself not to miss work due to illness, to serve public affairs and not selfishness, and he didn't have any wrong thoughts about him, so he was a little moved for a while.

"Wait a minute..." Yi Chengli looked at him and frowned, and suddenly reacted and asked, "Is it because you are afraid of pain that you are so resistant to taking the medicine?"

"Ah?" Ling Qing frowned, subconsciously denying it: "Of course not, I'm not afraid of pain at all."

Just kidding, can a man who has experienced a mountain full of chrysanthemums be afraid of this pain?Hehe, childish.

"Then you apply the medicine." Yi Chengli looked at him.

The two looked at each other for two seconds, Ling Qing remained silent, Yi Chengli felt a little frustrated for a moment, sighed, got up and put the medicine on the bedside and said: "I was meddling in my own business, I put the medicine here, I can't apply it." It's your freedom to paint."

Without further words, he turned around and walked towards the door. Ling Qing saw his lonely back, which made him feel guilty for a while, and began to do some introspection.

What happened in the dream has nothing to do with the present Yi Chengli. Although the behavior of venting anger is justifiable, it is indeed wrong. What I did just now was really ruthless and unreasonable. I took other people's kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs.

Yi Chengli walked to the door and pushed it open, only to hear Ling Qing calling out to him from behind.

"Boss Yi, thank you for helping me borrow medicine from Dr. Meng. Thank you very much." Ling Qing sat up propped up, and looked at Yi Chengli's back with an unprecedented gentle tone.

But Yi Chengli, who had his back to Ling Qing, had a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was waiting for this sentence.He was silent for two seconds to retreat, pursed his lips and said: "You're welcome, after all, you didn't use that medicine, and I didn't help."

Ling Qing: "I can apply the medicine myself, I'm just not used to other people applying the medicine for me."

"So that's the case, then you should have said it earlier." Yi Chengli turned around and smiled at him, "As long as I can help you. But it seems too alien for you to call me Mr. Yi, so just call me Chengli."

Ling Qing froze for a moment, seeing him looking at her with a smile on his face, he hesitated for two seconds and changed his words: "Thank you, Cheng Li."

"You're welcome, you apply the medicine yourself first, and call me when you need it." Yi Chengli thoughtfully closed the door behind him, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

Ling Qing looked at the Yunnan Baiyao and safflower oil on the bedside by light, and after thinking about it, he untied his clothes and lay down on the bed. His body was his own. It would be better to recover early at this time.

He picked up the safflower oil on the side and started to rely on himself. To be honest, Ling Qing had some doubts about the efficacy of this thing.

It's just because my grandfather liked safflower oil very much in the past, and he would use a little bit of it wherever it hurts or hurts, and it was not enough to take it internally when it was applied externally, which caused Ling Qing to be affected to a certain extent.

While recalling the details of his life with his grandparents in the past, he dripped safflower oil on his back with his backhand.But I don't know if the rubber hole is blocked or because my strength is too weak, the safflower oil can't drip out for a long time.

Ling Qing held it up under the lamp and loosened the rubber plug on it a little, then slammed it on the back.

As soon as Qian Meili entered the door, she saw Yi Chengli sitting at the dining table with a delicate smile on her face, and was about to ask him what happened, when she heard a scream coming from the room.

Ling Qing's bedroom door was pushed open again, and Yi Chengli and Qian Meili stood at the door, sniffing the pungent spicy smell, and saw Ling Qing, who was usually calm and self-sufficient, lying face down on the bed with his bare back. There was still a layer of red oil flowing on her face, and she was holding a bottle of safflower oil in her hand.

Qian Meili: ...

Yi Chengli: ...

Qian Meili: "Brother, what are you doing? Are essential oils on your back?"

Ling Qing felt the safflower oil flowing on his back, but he didn't dare to move, for fear of staining the bed sheet, he huddled under the blanket and said loudly: "Don't look! The safflower oil is spilled! Hurry up and wipe it off for me." !"

There was only half a bottle of safflower oil left, and the safflower oil on the back was wiped clean by two people with a few pieces of paper.Yi Chengli had to say: "Such a drastic way of applying medicine is worthy of you."

"Isn't it spicy? Brother Ling?" Qian Meili asked seriously, "Your back is still torn, doesn't it hurt?"

Ling Qing shook her head in the quilt, wiped the tears from the pain on the pillow, and said, "It doesn't hurt."

"Cow." Qian Meili gave a thumbs up, looked at his shiny back and said, "You need to rub the safflower oil after applying it. Can you rub your back by yourself?"

Ling Qing gritted his teeth and said yes, but reached out and pressed his back. From the third perspective, Chunchun was a duck stretching its neck and bowing its neck to the sky.

And because the back of the movement was affected again, Ling Qing's pain doubled, and there was no movement after only one press.

Qian Meili was speechless for two seconds, and couldn't help but said: "Brother Yi, you can help Brother Ling press. Otherwise, if he keeps pressing like this, his arms will be dislocated sooner or later."

"Me?" Yi Chengli was taken aback. He remembered his resistance every time he came into contact with Ling Qing before, and couldn't help but said, "This is not good..."

Qian Meili directly stretched out her hand with the Band-Aid on it: "Brother Ling's back is too hot, I can't bear it. Besides, I'm a woman, so it's a bit inappropriate."

Ling Qing endured the pain on his back and said, "No need, I don't think there is any need to rub it."

"Let's knead it, you have applied so much, you can't waste it." Qian Meili said to comfort Ling Qing, "And massage needs to be done vigorously. Mr. Yi must have strong tendons, so he can press it well. You're so cool."

Ling Qing: "Li, I really thank you."

Don't be too happy, he wants to die now that he is showing his back in front of Yi Chengli.

"Then do you need it?" Yi Chengli asked for his opinion, "I have learned two-handed massage from others before, and it should be okay to press. If you want to be afraid of pain, I can use less force."

Ling Qing was silent for two seconds. I had already rejected it for a round just now. Wouldn't it be good to continue to refuse now?And now that things have come to an end, there is Qian Meili, the supervisor beside her, so she is safe.

He thought for a while and finally turned his head to look at Yi Chengli and nodded, "Then trouble Chengli."

"You don't have to be polite with me." Yi Chengli went to wash his hands and came over to press with Ling Qing. Leaving aside Ling Qing's personal psychological factors, Yi Chengli's hands are all firm and angled, and it is indeed worth an extra hour.

While tidying up the waste paper, Qian Meili could not help but ask, "Brother Yi, did you really learn this craft on purpose?"

"That's right!" Yi Chengli was a little proud, "With these hands, I made my dreams come true, gave people massages, bought a car and an apartment, and that was the first pot of gold in my life."

Ling Qing couldn't help snorting, and made some remarks against the rich: "Then your bucket of gold is not an ordinary bucket, it's as high as a toilet bowl."

Yi Chengli's subordinates said: "Pay attention to quality."

"My God, is it so profitable to open a massage parlor?" Qian Meili was stunned for a moment, but she was a little moved, "Brother Yi, how many hours a day do you press?"

Yi Chengli's answer was beyond their imagination. They originally thought that he was a part-time student, the young master worked part-time to experience life, and he was considered a laborer anyway, but he raised his brows and raised his finger to say it once.

"I pressed it once for my dad on his fiftieth birthday. As soon as he was happy, I was happy to mention a new car and a new house."

Qian Meili: ...

Qian Meili: "That's a pity, I can only have one father."

"Help, what are you two talking about?" Ling Qing was really speechless, and reminded Qian Meili, "You can wake up, sister."

"I'm just kidding." Qian Meili chuckled, and was about to ask Yi Chengli what the brand of his first car was, when suddenly there was a roar outside the window.

The owners of Manhattan opened the curtains for a moment, and something flashed red in the black sky and flew by, accompanied by the roaring sound——

airplane!There are planes!

The author says:

Ling Qing: My first pot of gold was 2000 yuan working in a milk tea shop, speechless

Yi Chengli: From Mr. Yi to Chengli, a small step in address, a big step in love