To rely on others is to promise each other

Chapter 55

A gust of wind blew past, and the snow on the treetops beside the slide fell sporadically, and a few crystal clear snowflakes hung on the tip of his nose. Ji Xiao couldn't help but focus on that, and asked, "What did you say?"

Cheng Guo didn't repeat it again, he pursed his lips and helped him up, and knelt down to check the injury on his knee, "I'll take you to the infirmary to have a look."

Ji Xiao's friend slid over from a distance, saw him in a mess, asked him nervously how he was feeling, and saw that he was about to call an ambulance when he pulled out his phone.

Cheng Guo opened his mouth to say something, but he withdrew his words in embarrassment. After all, falling down while skiing is a serious matter, and it may be life-threatening.

It's just that Ji Xiao knows that he is alive and kicking now, all thanks to Cheng Guo who stopped him in time and didn't continue to slide down and hit his head.

"Forget it, I'm fine, I'll just go to the infirmary to see if my leg is scratched." Ji Xiao replied in English.

The friend said: "Then I will go with you, and if there is nothing wrong, I will take you home directly."

Ji Xiao thought for a while and said, "Don't you have something to talk about? I'll just go back by myself, it's okay, we'll have dinner together some other day."

His friend couldn't persuade him, so he had to tell him to send him a message when he got home. When the two were talking, Cheng Guo stood by the side and didn't interrupt. It wasn't until Ji Xiao's friend walked away that Ji Xiao poked at Cheng Guo with an embarrassed expression.

"Well, is it convenient for you to take me to the infirmary?"

Cheng Guo raised his eyelids and glanced at him, silently put his arm on his shoulder, and helped Ji Xiao, who was limping, to the infirmary.

There was no one in the infirmary, so Cheng Guo put him on the stretcher bed, skillfully untied the equipment on his body, pressed his fingers lightly around his knees, the pain was not very strong, Ji Xiao's face twisted slightly, and he stretched Let out a sigh of relief.

"The bone should be fine, probably a soft tissue contusion."

As Cheng Guo said, he went to lift his trouser legs, but Ji Xiao's clothes were thicker today, and he couldn't take them off his knees at all.

The two stalemate for a while, Ji Xiao seems to have two villains in his heart, one holds the Bible and says: I am kind enough to help you see why your mind is full of pornographic waste?The other poked at him frantically with a three-pronged sword: What if he has thoughts about you and then moves on?

Ji Xiao struggled for a while, and decided to smash the jar, anyway, he had seen everything he needed to see, and said through gritted teeth, "Turn around, I'll take off my pants."

Cheng Guo hesitated and turned his back. After the rustling sound, Ji Xiao took off his pants and put them aside, frowned at the large bruise, "I'm done."

Cheng Guo took a condescending glance, grabbed the spray next to him and applied the medicine to him, the cold mist made him shrink subconsciously, and Cheng Guo held his ankle.

"Don't hide, it'll be fine soon." Cheng Guo still didn't let go of his foot after spraying the medicine, "Try to move your foot and see if it hurts."

Ji Xiao did as she did, losing control of her expression due to the pain, leaning her elbows on the bed, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, breathing heavily on her back, barely making a sound.

After his pain subsided, Cheng Guo stood up and went to push the door, his side face was outlined by the light from the corridor, Ji Xiao's heart skipped a beat, and then he heard him say: "You can't drive like this, I'll find your friend to take you home."

"Hey, you..." Ji Xiao called him, and after Cheng Guo stood there still, he was a little embarrassed and said, he hesitated for a long time before asking: "You, don't you know how to drive? You must call him."

Cheng Guo's eyes flashed, but he didn't show too much reaction on his face, he just stretched out his hand in front of him to let Ji Xiao hold on tightly, took him to the parking lot, and drove him home.

When Ji Xiao told him the address of his home, he was still thinking in fear: Will Cheng Guo care about the night of the reunion, and he didn't tell him the address.But Cheng Guo was very quiet while driving, and didn't mention this matter, Ji Xiao heaved a sigh of relief, then thought about it——

its not right?Why do I have to give him my home address?He won't come, why should I care what he thinks?

After convincing himself of his inner guilt, Ji Xiao felt a lot more relaxed, and Cheng Guo didn't intend to get out of the car after driving to his door.

"You should be able to walk back by yourself." Cheng Guo pointed to the fence beside the path, "I won't go in."

Ji Xiao was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Why?"

"You don't seem to want me to go to your house, so I don't want to be bored. Remember to take medicine after you go back. If the pain is severe, you can take a painkiller, but don't take more, remember?"

He didn't seem to want to hear Ji Xiao's explanation. Ji Xiao curled his lips and said he knew. After getting out of the car, he slammed the door and limped home.

Ji Xiao originally thought that such a small injury would not affect his normal life at all, so he happily collapsed on the sofa and played games all afternoon with Erlang's legs crossed.Who would want to wait until the meal time to open the refrigerator, only to find that there are no ingredients that can be cooked at all.

His house was only 200 meters away from the nearest supermarket around the corner, but as soon as Ji Xiao straightened his legs, he spun around in pain and punched the air with a combination of punches.

Ji Xiao turned on her phone and wanted to order takeaway, but it turned out that the meal time was at the time of queuing, and the villa area was still some distance away from the urban area, and the earliest arrival would be an hour and a half later.

At this time, I miss the benefits of living in China. At least I don’t have to worry about food and drink at home. If I fall and can’t walk, I will be taken care of by someone, so I won’t be hungry like I am now.

Ji Xiao held the last bag of potato chips at home and put it in his mouth with tears in his eyes, thinking that he must order half an hour earlier next time when he ordered takeout.

The doorbell suddenly rang twice briskly. Usually, there were very few guests coming at this time. Ji Xiao thought she was hallucinating from hunger, and she didn't realize it until the doorbell rang again 5 minutes later.

Ji Xiao moved slowly to the door. The strange thing is that in this short period of time, the people outside did not press the doorbell to urge him. He looked at the figure on the screen vigilantly. It was completely dark, and it took Ji Xiao a long time to identify it. Recognition is a process.

"Why are you here?" Ji Xiao asked.

Cheng Guo looked around before finding the camera of the doorbell system, lifted the packaging bag in his hand, shook it, and said, "Meal delivery."

In a foreign country, Ji Xiao felt a warm feeling in his heart for a long time, and was about to let him in, but just as his finger moved to the door opening button, before he could press it, Cheng Guo neatly put the bag on the ground, waved He waved his hand, turned around and left smartly.

"Hey, you..."

Ji Xiao didn't have time to hesitate, and opened the door, but it turned out to be a step too late, and watched him step on the motorcycle with his long legs.The pure black BMW double R made a roar, and rushed out under the night, without even leaving him with a car exhaust.

Ji Xiao was dumbfounded, watching the journey through the courtyard to the door, swears fiercely, and resignedly dragged his sick body to get dinner.

Twenty minutes later, Ji Xiao wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, opened the packaging bag, and saw his favorite pot-packed pork.

"Thanks to Cheng Guo, I feel very guilty for what I did before, and I will definitely treat him like a second-born parent in the future."

Ji Xiao clasped his hands together, and after thinking about it, he opened the box and ate voraciously.

For the next five consecutive days, Cheng Guo delivered meals on a motorcycle at mealtimes, with the demeanor of a conscientious domestic delivery boy.Of course, if he didn't put him at the door every time, turn around and leave gracefully, Ji Xiao would be more grateful to him.

On the sixth day, Ji Xiao finally couldn't bear it any longer, and squatted behind the courtyard door ahead of time, and when Cheng Guo reappeared on the street corner with his meal, Ji Xiao gently opened the door latch, and then slammed With a push, he jumped in front of him.

"Hi! Are you surprised? Are you surprised?" Ji Xiao raised her leg and patted her knee, "Look, I'm almost healed."

Cheng Guo looked indifferent, staring at Ji Xiao who flashed in front of him for a while, then stuffed the bag in his arms into his arms, turned his head and left.

"I see, don't worry, I won't come tomorrow."

Ji Xiao didn't mean that. Seeing that he had misunderstood, he hurriedly took two steps forward, desperately grabbing the corner of Cheng Guo's clothes, "Hey, hey, why are you so good at adding drama? Did I say that?"

Cheng Guoban raised his eyebrows, the meaning was obvious, as if he was asking rhetorically: Isn't that what you meant?

Seeing that Cheng Guo had no tendency to leave, Ji Xiao blushed and let go of him, and whispered, "I... I'm really not heartless, I just... Thank you very much, I've been bothering you to bring me food for the past few days .”

"No trouble, I do it voluntarily." Cheng Guo said.

"Uh..." Ji Xiao glanced at the open door guiltily, took a deep breath, said vaguely but quickly, "I opened a bottle of wine and baked some biscuits, would you like to come in and sit down? "

After finishing speaking, Ji Xiao immediately lowered his head, his heart beat faster, and he became annoyed again during the short few seconds of waiting for Cheng Guo's response. Just as he was considering whether to go back on his word, a gust of cold wind blew in. Ji Xiao didn't wear much and was well-dressed Actually sneezed.

"Go in, it's cold outside." Cheng Guo agreed, half supporting Ji Xiao's arm and walking inside.

Ji Xiao was suddenly very grateful for the gust of wind, but he couldn't tell the specific reason why Cheng Guo agreed. Could it be that he couldn't find a reason to refuse, and couldn't bear to watch himself being blown outside and getting cold?

He shook his head, drove away the messy thoughts in his head, and went to the kitchen to get the biscuits.

Cheng Guo held the red wine bottle in one hand and looked at the English on it, and precisely grabbed Ji Xiao's back collar with the other hand, and asked casually, "Where are you going? Asked the guests to come in for a drink, and ran away?"

"Let go, I'll get the biscuits." Ji Xiao hit him twice indiscriminately, breaking free from his shackles, just about to continue jumping there, but was caught back without mercy.

Cheng Guo's expression was still calm, he firmly grasped his arm, the warmth of his palm penetrated to his body through the cotton fabric, Ji Xiao was stunned for a moment, and then was pushed to sit on the sofa.

Cheng Guo's strength was great, and there was a faint feeling of being held, but he didn't seem to know it, he picked up the thin blanket next to Ji Xiao and covered it over Ji Xiao's body, "Be careful of arthritis if you wear so little."

Ji Xiao quit when he heard it, and instantly got angry, trying to refute that it was a disease of old people.But after his eyes touched his back, he vented his anger as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.

Under the soft incandescent light, Cheng Guo put on heat-insulating gloves, lowered his body slightly, opened the oven, took out a whole plate of small biscuits inside, and asked him casually, "Ji Xiao, where is the plate?"

"Ah? Oh, it's in the cupboard on your right." Ji Xiao pointed him in the direction from a distance, swallowing unconsciously.

Cheng Guo said, "Got it."

He took out the plate, pulled off the biscuits on the baking tray, threw the baking paper into the trash can, and returned to the living room with the plate in one hand to put it on the coffee table.

Ji Xiao lowered her head, avoiding contact with his eyes, and reached out to pour the red wine into the glass, but was grabbed again.

There is a layer of calluses on Cheng Guo's fingertips, and the skin is a little rough. Ji Xiao knows that it is because he has been painting for many years and often washes the brushes and changes the bucket, and it has become like this over time.

But when the cocoon rubbed against the back of his hand, Ji Xiao trembled slightly, and couldn't help thinking about it, Cheng Guo said, "So lazy? Drink directly without sobering up?"

"There's no need to sober up." Ji Xiao finally found his way back home, the corners of his lips raised, "This is Hermitage from [-], older than me, so it won't taste good after sobering up."

Cheng Guo let go of his hand, and leaned back on the soft sofa loosely, without much reaction.

Ji Xiao remembered the previous process, with a very rich expression. Although she was afraid to speak like a little rabbit, all her emotions were roughly written on her face.

He suddenly wanted Cheng Guo to grab his hand again, and the movement of pouring the wine paused imperceptibly, and then he pretended to be calm and regained his composure.

Little did he know that everything Ji Xiao had concealed had already fallen into Cheng Guo's eyes. He took off his glasses on the bridge of his nose slowly, with a slight smile on his lips.

He has a unique way of dealing with Ji Xiao.

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In the previous chapter, the mouth was hit/black [Vicissitudes]