MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 39

【Good memories are always in the sun, and bad memories are always in the rain. 】

A straight upward passage with a blue sky at the end.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the scorching air waves and the noisy cicada.

The summer sun is shining, only a small part of the stairwell is shaded on the roof, and the rest is exposed to the dazzling sun. I took my bento to the side, and saw Song Bailao, shirtless, sitting cross-legged in the shadows.

The bite stopper was thrown on the ground at will, with his back to me, revealing his bruised flesh, he was turning around and smearing something on his shoulder.

Noticing me, he raised his eyelids. Although there was no expression on his face, he could clearly feel his displeasure.

He glanced at me, then lowered his eyes and continued to apply medicine to his red and swollen shoulders, as if I did not exist.

In the past, when he was in a good mood, he would say a few words to me, praising the desserts I made, and talking about some things. When I'm in a bad mood, I just don't say anything to be a wallflower, and he will find it annoying.

He is so unapproachable now, obviously he can't be easily provoked.

I wisely put the paper bag with biscuits at the base of the wall a few steps away from him, preparing to find another place to eat. Just standing up, Song Bailao's voice behind him sounded lazily and slowly.

"Come and give me the medicine."

I stared at the gray wall in front of me, sighed secretly in my heart, glanced at the lunch box in my arms, and placed it in the corner as well.

Song Bailao is notoriously ruthless in fights, and many of his men are defeated both inside and outside the school. Although the school has a headache, because of his rich family background and good grades, he always chooses to turn a blind eye. In the end, there were a lot of warnings, but there was no more severe punishment.

He walked alone, covered with thorns, no one dared to provoke him.

I thought he would always be on his throne, and he would be able to do it with ease.

He was beaten so badly. If I hadn't dared to ask, I really wanted to know if he was sacked by someone in the dark alley.

The smell of the medicated oil was spicy and pungent, and it was poured on the hands and rubbed, and it was impossible to do anything to his wounds.

"It may be painful."

He laughed out loud: "Why, are you afraid that I will cry? Wipe you."

This guy has a really bad temper...

I put both of my hands on his swollen shoulder.

He shivered instantly, his muscles stretched, showing a clear outline.

I stopped there, and after a while, I saw that he didn't stop, and then I started to rub vigorously.

After rubbing his shoulders, he didn't gnaw at all, but a layer of sweat dripped from his neck, and the ends of his hair were wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was painful or hot.

Pour some more medicated oil and start rubbing elsewhere. Shoulder, back, and waist.

Because the position of the lower back is too low, it is not easy to use both hands, so I had to use one hand to support his uninjured shoulder, straighten the part above the knee, next to him, from the top Push hard.

After rubbing it twice, the man who was still a tough guy before suddenly groaned and quickly grabbed my wrist.

He looked back at me with sweat on his face: "...It hurts." His voice was different from before, very hoarse.

My heart trembled and I let go of his shoulders: "Hold, sorry."

He let go of my hand and turned back: "Tap."

If you know the pain, don't fight all the time. My heart was full of scolding, but I still let go of my actions.

For a few minutes, neither of us spoke.

He supported his chin, his elbows on his knees, his eyes were straight ahead, and he did not know what his expression was.

"What kind of people do you like?"

The hand on Song Bailao's shoulder suddenly tightened, he took a breath and turned his head in dissatisfaction: "What are you doing?"

What are you doing!

I looked away and took out a tissue to wipe the medicated oil on my hands.

"Finished."

Song Bai worked his shoulders and let out a long sigh of relief: "I feel better."

I silently walked to the corner, picked up my lunch, and sat there to start a late meal.

"Give me the dessert." Song Bailao stretched out his hand unceremoniously.

I picked up the paper bag aside and threw it in his arms. Opening it, he curled his lips: "It's a cookie again, you've been making cookies lately."

Because I haven't made any new desserts at all, "recently" these cookies were baked a week ago, I just brought them over several days.

Complaining is complaining, Song Bailao still eats it with relish.

"You haven't answered my previous question, do you like alpha, beta, or omega?"

I don't know why he asked such a question all of a sudden, it's a bit too far in my relationship with him.

But I was afraid that he would get angry, so I replied: "I didn't think about it, just let it happen."

If you want me to choose, I will definitely choose beta, but I like this kind of thing, if it always suits my heart, how can there be so many requests.

"Are you the stepson of the Zhu family?"

I poked the blueberries in the box with a fork, shook my head and said, "No, my mother didn't marry Uncle Zhu."

My mother was at most a mistress, and I was the son of a mistress.

"Good."

I looked up at him and found that there was no sneer on his face, he seemed to really feel good.

"Where's the good?"

With a cookie in his fingertips, he answered nonsense: "For a big family, marriage is just a bargaining chip. To be honest, I don't want to marry anyone, whether it's an omega or a beta. ...but I also know clearly that one day I will succumb to power and take the road that my family has paved for me. I will marry an omega who I have not met a few times, but who is suitable for me, and have wonderful children. , because of the pheromone, she is full of love for him and her until she dies." With a disgusted expression on his face, he bit down half of the cookie in one bite, "It's disgusting."

This is what he meant by "really good". I envy that I don't have to contribute to the family and become a stallion with children?

"Can't you resist?"

"Resistance?" He rubbed his shoulders and hooked his lips, with a complex expression of sarcasm and sadness that I couldn't understand, "Resistance will encounter even more disgusting things. ."

I suddenly remembered the rumors about his parents and shut up obediently.

Under the power, they are all pigs and dogs.

I opened my eyes and heard the loud cicadas chirping into the room through the window.

I suddenly felt like I was still in a dream just now, I blinked, my memory came back, I sat up from the bed, and Song Bailao was not seen in the room.

Relieved, I lifted the quilt and got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash. There is no discomfort in the body, just some weak legs. Touching the position of my waist and eyes, I looked in the mirror and felt that my eyes were dull, my face was pale, and I looked overindulgent.

The neck is full of hickeys, Song Bailao made a big show last night, and he tried his best to compete with a non-existent person. Desire · Immortal Desire · Death is a bit exaggerated, but it is indeed the best between me and him.

Also, I turned my neck and didn't bite me.

I filled a toothbrush cup with water and watered the mimosa on the windowsill. Fingers touched its delicate leaves, and saw it slowly shrinking, smiling unconsciously.

But when I thought of yesterday's absurdity, the short-lived peace and comfort quickly disappeared, and irritability arose in my heart, I sighed and said, "I'm sorry for letting you see us quarreling."

I also saw a lot of things that children should not see.

Put back the toothbrush cup, I went downstairs, the servant had already prepared breakfast, there was only Song Mo on the table, and Song Bailao was still not there.

"Mr. went to the company early in the morning." Sister-in-law nine set the table for me and reported Song Bailao's whereabouts with me, "Said she would come back tomorrow."

I nodded, glad I won't see him again until tomorrow.

After breakfast, I took Song Mo to the mountains for an "exploration", but it was actually a walk.

Walking up the mountain road for another half an hour, I suddenly saw half of the roof tiles exposed in the depths of the jungle.

Remembering that Sister-in-law Jiu had said that there is an ancient temple on Weijing Mountain, out of curiosity, I took Song Mo to the somewhat desolate building.

The courtyard door is open, different from the old appearance, the courtyard is very tidy, the weeds and leaves are cleaned up.

There is a plaque on the door, with three faded characters written on the flat, and the pen is strong and strong.

"Qingfeng View." Song Mo said softly.

This is not a temple, but a gym.

I picked up Song Mo and stepped into the courtyard: "Is there anyone?"

I called a few times but no one answered, I thought no one, I was about to turn to leave, the door behind me suddenly opened, and at the same time came a hurried middle-aged male voice.

"Fifty fortune-telling, 100 incense burners, 3,000 dojos!"

I stopped and turned around to see a thin middle-aged man with a bun and a robe hurriedly running towards me.

"What is the service of the donor?" He must have just got up from the bed, and the two beards on his lips are swaying.

He turned over the collar, I accidentally glanced at him, he has a scar on the back of his neck, his face is handsome, he should be an omega.

"I just... pass by by accident, come in and take a look."

"Passing by?" He looked at me and Song Mo in my arms, "Oh, you are the family at the foot of the mountain."

I nodded at him: "Yes. I always heard that there is a temple on the mountain... Taoist temple, but I didn't have a chance to see it. I didn't expect that today I just walked around and found it."

The Taoist slapped his palms and laughed: "It means that this is God's will, and it was God who directed you to come to me. I see that your face is not very good, do you want to buy some talismans to get rid of bad luck?"

He took out a stack of yellow triangles from his arms.

I quickly declined: "I didn't bring any money."

The Taoist waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, you can pay by mobile phone."

"I don't have my phone either."

The Taoist priest's enthusiastic expression condensed, and he frowned and tutted at me: "How can you not bring your mobile phone when you go out!"

"Next time, next time I'll buy a long talisman."

As I spoke, I backed out the door. When I was about to reach the door, the Taoist priest stopped me again.

He caught up and put Zhang Fu in my arms.

After a long time, it is easy to accumulate depression and become ill. Be open to everything, don’t frown, the blessing will be wrinkled.” He looked at Song Mo again, “The child is a good child, take good care of it after birth, and will grow up healthy. "

I was stunned for a moment, but when I came back I asked, "Don't know the Changzun?"

He smoothed his moustache and smiled deeply: "Viking Daoist."

"Buzz..."

The mobile phone in my pocket trembled, and I suddenly became a little stiff. At the same time, I saw the mouth of the Taoist priest in front of me twitch twice.

I coughed twice, went to touch my phone, and saw that Liang Qiuyang was calling.

As soon as the call was connected, his loud voice came from the opposite side: "Damn, Xiaoyu, Xiang Ping is going to auction Xu Meiren!"