Chapter 18： Three shifts (I wont be anymore, Xiaoyu...) (1/2)
The girl tightly closed her lips and closed her eyes, her fine eyelashes trembling slightly.
Qiuli originally thought that a kiss with her would feel particularly different.
However, in fact, such a kiss, [review this is just a kiss! 】I don’t even feel a trace of it.
If it were not for her volition, he would not have felt everything he had gotten.
Jolie was dull and let go of her.
Jiang Yu opened his eyes, and the force exerted on her wrist was already loosened, the boy turned around and faced with his back.
”go away.”
”Qiu Li...”
”I have nothing to like. Don't show up in front of me in the future.”
Jiang Yu panicked, if she left this time, she might never be able to approach him again.
The road ahead is an abyss, and behind is a cliff, she is desperate and can't fail.
Jiang Yu bit his scalp, walked over and pulled the corner of his clothes: ”Jiu Li, but, can you not break up?”
”Go away.” Qiu Li shook her off: ”I don't feel anything for me, why do you want to stay!”
Jiang Yu lowered his head, his voice trembling: ”Can you...give me another chance.”
She has no retreat.
Qiu Li listened to her, feeling that his mind was completely numb, and he desperately needed more feelings.
He silently picked up the fruit knife on the cupboard.
Only the red blood can make him feel real.
However, when the sharp blade was about to rub the skin of his arm, the girl screamed and grasped the blade--
”Are you crazy!”
The blade ran across the girl's palm, and immediately turned over the skin, and the blood flowed along the lines of the palm, ticking.
”Snapped”!
As the blade fell, Qiuli's blood flowed back to his heart.
His heart is about to explode.
In the past, blood could only give him visual stimulation, even if he was injured, it could not bring him any physical pain.
But at the moment he hurt her, Qiu Li experienced an unprecedented new feeling--
Thousand arrows pierced the heart.
Jiang Yu gritted his teeth and murmured weakly: ”You lunatic...”
Qiu Li picked up her hand at a loss, the next second, turned and rushed out of the kitchen to find the medicine cabinet.
The staggered figure almost fell.
Jiang Yu endured the pain, turned around and turned off the natural gas. The dumplings in the pot were already cooked and floating on the water.
Qiu Li ran back holding the medicine box, knelt on the ground and searched for gauze, disinfectant and Yunnan Baiyao in a panic.
After finding it, he pulled her to squat, grabbed her hand tremblingly, and moistened her with a cotton ball with antiseptic solution, and wiped the area around her wound.
Fortunately, the wound was not deep, it just broke the skin, applied some Yunnan Baiyao, and then wrapped it with gauze and it was no problem.
Although Jiang Yu felt the pain, it was the young man who was kneeling on the ground that had the greatest impact on her soul.
The threats and violence have disappeared.
For the first time, she saw such deep care and pity on his face.
She couldn't bear it, and tried to comfort her: ”It doesn't hurt at all.”
”I didn't ask if it hurts or not.” The young man's face was low, his voice hoarse, with a feeble accusation: ”It made you roll.”
”I don't want to go.” Seeing that he finally calmed down, Jiang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and smiled bitterly: ”I haven't eaten the dumplings yet.”
”Neuropathy.”
”You just got nervous, okay.”
Qiu Li got up and picked up the spoon, scooped the dumplings out of the pot, and brought them to the table: ”After eating, go away.”
Jiang Yu sat down, not in a hurry to eat, but carefully opened his sleeves.
There was a slash on his arm, the new one, the old one...it should have been caused by himself.
”What's the matter with you!” She put down her spoon, looked at the scars, and frowned: ”Can't you be a good individual!”
”I can't be a man.”
Qiu Li constricted his eyes and said this word boringly.
”Children with a secondary illness will do childish and stupid things like self-harm.” Jiang Yu said reproachfully, ”Isn't it painful to draw so many knives?”
Seeing these old and new scars, she felt pain for him.
Qiuli stirred the dumplings on the plate with his chopsticks, and said blankly: ”Have you ever seen a corpse feel it?”
”You say that you are in second grade.”
”casual.”
Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked, and she will never understand his feelings.
As if trapped.
…
Seeing that he was not in the oil and salt, Jiang Yu simply stopped persuading him, bowed his head to eat dumplings.
Dumplings are corn stuffing, her favorite flavor.
”Is it tasty?”
Qiu Li couldn't taste the taste, just swallowed mechanically: ”General.”
”That seems to be better on my plate.”
Jiang Yu raised his head and glanced at him, then in accordance with the old rules, handed the dumplings left on his plate to him.
At the same time, he moved his plate in front of him, bowed his head and ate.
Seeing that she didn't dislike the dumplings she had eaten, Qiu Li...unexplainably calmed down.
He ate silently, and this time, the tip of his tongue and taste buds finally became rich.
The corn is crispy and the beef filling is mixed with the fragrance of leeks.
Although only salt was used as a condiment, this plate of dumplings merged into the world's most delicious taste at the tip of his tongue.
”Does your hand hurt?” He asked blankly without raising his head.
Jiang Yu said dissatisfied: ”It hurts to death.”
Jolie paused, stretched out his hand slowly, and gently shook the back of her hand.
Although this action will not relieve the pain of the wound in the slightest. But at this moment, Jiang Yu was able to deeply feel the guilt in the boy's heart.
Jiang Yu retracted his hand and said angrily: ”I still have a very important game next month. If the wound does not heal, I will ask you.”
Qiu Li looked at the skin of her wrists as white as Haoyue, then looked down at the deep and shallow scars on her arm.
These scars didn't make him feel any pain, but the blade hit Jiang Yu's hand...
Biting heart.
”I will think of a way.” Qiu Li said in a deep voice: ”It won't affect your game.”
”Forget it, what else can be done.” Jiang Yu waved his hand and said generously: ”You just have to promise me, don't use the knife any more, hurting others is not allowed, not even hurting yourself.”