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When the two arrived downstairs at Lu Ming's house, He Pingan reached out and pressed the elevator, but Lu Ming turned around and went to climb the stairs.

"Hey, I see you are so tired, how about taking the elevator?"

Luming didn't hear it.

He Pingan stood in the dark stairwell during the day, silently watching the back of Lu Ming going upstairs.

He held on to the banister of the stairs with one hand, leaned on his leg with the other, limped but persevered, taking a break every few steps.

He Pingan had no other choice. He took a few strides to overtake Lu Ming, stood on the steps higher than him, and asked Lu Ming accurately and slowly, "Aren't you taking the elevator?"

Seeing He Pingan's inquisitive eyes, Lu Ming shook his head and said, "You are carrying so many things, sit down, and I will go up."

He Pingan was condescending, he saw Lu Ming's wet black shirt, and saw his slightly long hair sticking to his forehead soaked in sweat.

The feeling in my heart is strange.

He Pingan wanted to laugh at Lu Ming, what's the matter with you, but he couldn't say it.

Thinking of what happened in the supermarket and what Lu Ming said, He Ping'an's impression of Lu Ming changed.

He is not hypocritical, but life is really difficult.

He Pingan hesitated, thinking whether to help Lu Ming, just like helping grandma and grandpa upstairs, but also afraid of hurting his self-esteem.

"Oh~".

Lu Ming lowered his head and laughed.

He looked into He Ping'an's eyes seriously, and said peacefully, "I'm fine, you go up first."

He Pingan felt that he must have seen his little entanglement, his face was a little hot, and he let out an embarrassing "Oh", and ran up to the 5th floor with the bag in his hand.

Lu Ming looked up at He Ping'an's figure with envious eyes, and sighed again in his heart, what a kind and energetic child.

When Lu Ming finally walked to the 5th floor and entered the house, He Pingan was already washing the vegetables.

He was sweating all over his body. After sitting on the sofa to rest for a while, he still felt some pain in his legs. The stump was uncomfortable covered by the socket and sock cover. After walking so much, it is estimated that the inflammation in the red and swollen place is serious now.

Lu Ming didn't want to scare He Pingan, but felt that he should deal with the stump.

The moment he stood up, Lu Ming felt the excruciating pain at the end of his stump, gritted his teeth, went to the bathroom to get a pot of hot water, carried it back to the bedroom, and sat on the wheelchair.

Lu Ming forcefully took off the artificial limbs of both legs, and took off the silicone sleeves. The pure cotton socks inside were already wet enough to drip.

The stump of the right leg was alright, but it was already swollen and shiny, and it hurt badly when touched lightly.The stump of the left thigh was a bit serious, the end was too red and swollen, the skin was worn out, soaked in sweat, and stuck to the sock.

Lu Ming threw the cotton socks he took off into the basin, got two towels soaked in hot water, and covered the stumps respectively to relieve the pain.

Repeated several times, the water was no longer hot, Lu Ming wiped off the stump, turned the wheelchair to find the ointment in the bedside table, and applied it on the inflamed area.

While cleaning the silicone sleeve, Lu Ming thought about it. The residual limb is swollen like this. Logically, he shouldn't be wearing a prosthetic. How can he go out and face He Pingan in a while?

I still remember how frightened he was when he first saw him.

Thinking of this, Lu Ming found another pair of cotton socks, endured the pain and put them on the stump, and put on the prosthetic according to the steps.

Hold on a little longer until the evening.

Lu Ming went to the kitchen, where He Pingan was cooking.

He was wearing a newly bought blue apron, holding a spatula in one hand, and wiping the sweat from his head with the other.

Seemingly sensing Luming coming, He Pingan turned his head and smiled at him, and said loudly, "It's almost ready, go and rest first, I'll call you later."

The range hood in the kitchen was still on, and the aroma of the food wafted into his nostrils. Lu Ming leaned against the door and was stunned again.

The picture that I have thought of countless times, the ideal life of buying vegetables and cooking together, should be the scene full of fireworks in front of me.

It's just that things are still there, but people are no longer.

He Pingan put the dishes on the dining table in a noisy manner, looked at Lu Ming and said, "Hey, what are you still doing here, it's time to eat."

Lu Ming came back to his senses and nodded, thinking that every time he indulged in the previous emotions too much would affect his sleep at night, he secretly told himself to calm down and return to reality.

He Pingan was waiting for himself to eat.

Stir-fried choy sum, braised pork ribs, mushroom soup, cold lotus root slices, three dishes and one soup with distinct colors, Lu Ming tasted each, and the taste was good.

He Ping'an folded his arms and shook his legs, sat aside and watched his gentle dishes, ate them, and then showed a surprised expression.

As soon as Lu Ming looked over, He Pingan looked smug and couldn't wait to ask, "How is it? I'm a good cook, right?"

Lu Ming smiled, nodded and said, "Very good."

After He Ping'an got the compliment, he happily picked up the bowl and started to eat.

Lu Ming still didn't eat much for a meal, but He Pingan was hungry, and at the age of growing body, he ate two big bowls of rice.

Putting down his chopsticks, He Ping'an burped in satisfaction.

Lu Ming was going to do the dishes, but he took him down again.

He Pingan, who turned his back to wash the dishes, gradually restrained his expression and thought seriously.

In fact, he went to Lu Ming's bedroom just now, and originally wanted to ask him if he had any taboos, but he saw Lu Ming wiping his mutilated legs.

He wanted to walk over and ask him if he needed help, and then he thought that he was doing this in the bedroom, so he must not want himself to see it.

I don't understand why he kept it a secret from himself.

What did Lu Ming think?

So He Pingan quietly left the bedroom and went back to the kitchen to continue cooking. He couldn't figure it out, so he could only eat well and find a chance to ask about it later.