Are you in love?the kind of life

"Grandpa Zhang, will this injury have any effect in the future?" Hei Xiaoxiao looked at the slightly hideous wound, frowning at the doctor who was administering medicine.

"No, although the wound is a bit deep, fortunately, no bones are injured. As long as you take care of it for a while, don't let the wound touch water, and remove the stitches." Dr. Zhang, who is in his 60s, has been working in the Hei family for nearly 20 years. Doctor, if anyone in the family is not feeling well, he comes to see him. After hearing Hei Xiaoxiao's words, he raised his head and smiled at them with a kind smile.

Hei Xiaoxiao nodded when he heard his words, and looked at Francis. The boy's face was still a little pale, but it was much better than before. At this moment, he was looking down at the doctor to give him medicine, and he seemed to notice the gaze above his head in the next second Usually, he raised his head, and the eyes of the two met in mid-air, Francis raised his lips and smiled at him, Hei Xiaoxiao pursed his lips and remained silent, thinking about what happened in the restaurant, he felt a little awkward.

Luo Heng came in with a bowl, one bowl for each person.

After the wound was bandaged, Dr. Zhang prescribed some anti-inflammatory medicines, and told him not to let the wound touch the water before leaving with the medicine box on his back. Luo Heng sent the man away.There were only two people left in the spacious room.

"Rest early after drinking, I'm leaving first." Hei Xiaoxiao looked at the person who was drinking the soup with a bowl in his left hand, stepped forward, took the empty bowl in his hand, turned around and was about to leave.

"Xiaoxiao." Francis looked at the child's back and suddenly spoke.

"What's the matter?" Hei Xiaoxiao stopped when he heard his voice and turned around to look at him, frowning slightly showing the worry in the master's heart, "Is there any discomfort?"

"It's okay." Francis took his worry into his heart, and the words he wanted to say rolled around on his lips and were swallowed back. "Good night." He said.

"Good night." Hei Xiaoxiao replied, turned around and took two steps, then turned back, "Be careful not to press on the wound when you sleep."

"Understood." Francis nodded with a smile.

The bedroom door opened and closed, the smile on Francis's face gradually faded, the image of the child in the restaurant with scarlet eyes came to mind again, and the uninjured hands slowly clenched into fists.

Early the next morning, Hei Xiaoxiao asked the driver to take him back to school. Although he really wanted to stay and take care of him, he chose to go back to school after careful consideration. Luo Heng was at home, and he still had more important things to do. things to do.

There were only him and Pang Zi in the dormitory. He was used to having someone by his side, but now that the other party suddenly disappeared, Hei Xiaoxiao always felt that something was wrong, especially when he went back to the dormitory and saw the empty bed next to him. This feeling is stronger.

After school was over in the afternoon, Hei Xiaoxiao returned to the dormitory after eating. Pang Zi was eating steamed buns brought from home in the dormitory. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he subconsciously hid the things in his hands behind him. Hei Xiaoxiao smiled embarrassedly.

Hei Xiaoxiao put his schoolbag on the stool, "Pang Zi, why don't you go eat?"

"There are too many people in the cafeteria..." Pang Zi smiled a little embarrassedly.Hei Xiaoxiao listened to his words, glanced at the steamed bun with pickles in his hand, frowned, opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he still didn't say it.

"Is everything okay at home?" he asked.

"It's okay, it's just that a few tables have been broken." Speaking of this, Pang Zi's original awkward expression dissipated a lot, "Speaking of this, Xiaoxiao, I really want to thank you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't knew what was going to happen."

"It's fine, as long as people are fine." Hei Xiaoxiao smiled, "Where's Grandma Pang?"

"I was a little frightened and caught a cold, and I'm resting at home." Pang Zi said it easily, but Hei Xiaoxiao could see the worry in his eyes. Thinking of what Francis told him about the other party's family, he felt a little heavy.

"Just let me know if you need help."

Pang Zi's chubby body paused, as if he didn't expect the other party to say such words, the next second his eyes turned reddish, and a warm current surged in his heart, he smiled at Hei Xiaoxiao, his fat face His face was sincere: "Xiaoxiao, thank you."

"Thank you, friends should help each other." Hei Xiaoxiao waved his hand, then turned to Pang Zi as if thinking of something, and said, "If you really want to thank me, please lend me your book." Just fine."

"Okay," Pang Zi nodded, and immediately became confused, "Xiaoxiao, what do you want our book for?"

"I'm curious to see it." Hei Xiaoxiao replied.

Pang Zi didn't doubt that he was there, and gave him all the books in various subjects. Hei Xiaoxiao took a few photos with his mobile phone after a glance, and then returned to the dormitory a few days later with a cardboard box in his arms. Azusa didn't even know.

Francis stayed at home for a week. When he returned to school, the wound on his hand had been removed. The two of them hadn't seen each other for almost a week, and they only sent a few messages every night, so when they returned to the dormitory, they saw sitting Hei Xiaoxiao felt a little unreal when he was a teenager at the table.

"Are you back?" Francis looked up at the person standing by the door who was staring blankly at him, and smiled with a gentle expression.

"Why... is your wound healed?" Hei Xiaoxiao came back to his senses, walked into the bedroom, and closed the door smoothly.

"Yeah." Francis nodded, and moved his right hand to indicate that the other party was really well.

Hei Xiaoxiao put down his schoolbag and stepped forward to take off the man's coat. When he saw that there was a centipede-like scar on the place that should have been smooth and delicate, he frowned, feeling a little regretful that he had acted lightly that day.

"It's okay, man, you always have some scars on your body." Francis joked.

Hei Xiaoxiao raised his head and gave him a white look: "Excellent!"

Francis looked at the child, smiled and said nothing, his blue eyes were full of the other person's figure, God knows it was only a few days since he hadn't seen him, he missed the person in front of him so much, that's why he would leave the wound as soon as the stitches were removed Hurry back to school.

Francis thought that he must have been poisoned by a poison called Hei Xiaoxiao, which made it hard to sleep or eat when he couldn't see the other party.

After returning from evening self-study in the evening, Pang Zi looked at the person who suddenly appeared in the dormitory, first surprised for a moment, and then surprised.

"Brother Lang! You're back?!"

"Yeah." Francis nodded. He was helping Hei Xiaoxiao with his homework, so he turned his head to look at the other party after a quick answer. Pang Zi didn't care, and only after making sure that Francis seemed to be in good spirits did he relax. Take action and go do your own thing.

At exactly eleven o'clock, Hei Xiaoxiao closed the pen after writing down the last number.

"This topic is beyond the outline. It's something you only learned in the second year of junior high school. Where did you read it?" Francis stepped forward to put away the book for him.

"...That, the competition question, I accidentally saw it on the materials, and thought it was a bit interesting, so I thought about doing it."

"So that's how it is." Francis, who was packing things for others, didn't see the child's dodging eyes, and said after zipping up the schoolbag, "The lights will be turned off in half an hour, so hurry up and wash up."

"Got it." Hei Xiaoxiao nodded.