Fisherman [ Danmei MTL ]

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Pushing open the door, Zhao Qian once again found that Brother Zhou, who had injured his foot, was so capable.

He actually made dinner.

When he opened the lid, he could see the warm fish soup in the pot.

It was a soup made with eel, and now he was really hungry when he smelled the hot dishes. 

But he didn't pick up the dishes in a hurry, he looked at Brother Zhou who was sitting on the side.

"Aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat?" Zhou Ge'er was a little uncomfortable when he saw him.

"You went out to pick me up again, and you're cooking again. Can you still use your feet?"

Zhou Ge'er clasped his back.

"I'm fine."

Zhao Qian walked over and lit the oil lamp in the room, and he saw that Zhou Ge'er was wearing it. They are doubles of worn-out cloth shoes full of patches, and he can't help but feel a little strange. If it's where he lives, a teenager like Zhou Ge'er, who is not pursuing the brand and dressing up brightly, but Zhou Ge'er is early just take the burden of the family.

He knelt down and wanted to take off his shoes to look at the wound on his foot.

Brother Zhou dullly staggered his body.

"Why are you so awkward?" Zhao Qian opened the baggage that Ganji brought back. "The doctor said that the medicine should be applied on time, otherwise it will be discarded if the foot is infected."

Zhou Ge'er was stunned.

"I'll do it myself. You go to eat."

"Take the medicine together."

At his insistence, Zhou Ge'er had to let him take off his shoes.

Blood was oozing out of the cloth bandaged at noon this afternoon.

Zhao Qian frowned and gently uncovered the cloth strip.

As expected, the wound opened again.

He disinfected the poison with wine again, and then took the medicine again.

Although Brother Zhou did not say a word, seeing his slightly curved toes, Zhao Qian knew that he was in pain.

"I found that you don't listen when you should be obedient, and listen again when you shouldn't. I will apply the medicine this time. If the wound opens tomorrow, I will ignore you."

Brother Zhou raised his head and glanced at him, there was a panic in his eyes, then he lowered his head again, and said dullly after a while.

"I know."

Seeing his low eyebrows, Zhao Qian's temper was gone. He bought the two pairs of shoes and took them out. "Do you see if they fit?"

"Give them to me?" Brother Zhou took the shoes, but there were still two pairs.

He was very surprised.

He couldn't dream of being lazy and hating him.

Zhao Qian would buy him shoes. He was not embarrassed to try it, but he knew it was his size at a glance.

No one gave him shoes for many years.

The last pair of shoes was when A'niang made shoes for his eldest brother three years ago. The extra scraps made him a pair.

He doesn't usually wear shoes, so he is used to being barefoot, but if he wears shoes, how can he get used to being barefoot.

His fingertips touched the well-made vamp back and forth, and his cold heart seemed to shine with a few ray of light.