Chapter 1293 Maybe Jiang Xuecheng Doesn’t Hate Him

The blinds were tightly closed and the dusty curtains were drawn. No sunlight could penetrate into the small room.

Ye Linlang looked at the bright incandescent lamp above her head in a daze, and she actually had the illusion that she was in the night.

While Ye Linlang was lost in thought, Jiang Qiran lowered his head and used a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant to pick out the sand bit by bit for Ye Linlang.

Ye Linlang gasped, and physiological tears burst out of her eyes.

"Does it hurt like this?"

Jiang Qiran asked in a low voice, his voice soft as if coaxing a child much younger than him.

Ye Linlang finally stopped the tears in her eyes. The ends of her eyes were red and her voice was sobbing intermittently.

"You... try to be as gentle as possible."

Ye Linlang choked slightly.

She looked down at the bloody wound on her knee, and couldn't tell what she felt.

Logically speaking, as a child who grew up in the mountains, she has been used to acting wild since childhood, so she should not take such minor injuries seriously.

But Ye Linlang was so afraid of pain. She once fell into a pit while running in the mountains, and when she was found, she had a big cut on her knee.

At that time, Ye Linlang cried for a long time. She saw some bloody things coming out of her knees and wondered if her knees would never heal again.

Grandma of the Song family comforted her. Even after many years, she still remembered the incident deeply and made fun of her for being stupid.

At that time, she would hide in the arms of the Song family's grandma and act like a spoiled child, saying a lot of irrelevant things.

In order to take care of her, grandma would occasionally save some scrap money. When the craftsman from the neighboring village who made brown rice candy came over, he would bring some brown rice and money to buy some.

Of course, it was just a little bit. After all, when they were in the small deserted village, it was difficult to even eat meat. How could they have enough money to buy candy?

…

Although Ye Linlang is still short of money, after all, the Ye family is unwilling to give Ye Linlang as much pocket money as Ye Siyao, but a life as poor as that in Xiaohuang Village will never happen again.

When Ye Linlang was very young, she thought that if she could study well and earn a lot of money, she would buy a lot of new clothes for Grandma Song and take her to eat a lot of food.

It’s best to eat meat every meal.

At that time, the naive Ye Linlang thought that if she could eat meat every meal, she would live a very prosperous life.

Now in the Ye family, although she is being squeezed into being like an outsider, the Ye family is still not fooling around by letting Ye Linlang eat vegetarian meals every time.

It turns out that life is like this for rich people.

Eating meat every meal is definitely not a standard of wealth. Perhaps for them, gambling, horse racing, wandering around the world, and being able to buy many beautiful but impractical luxuries are the lowest standards of life, right?

…

Ye Linlang's thoughts suddenly ran away, her eyes were blank, and she felt really sour when she thought of the lonely old man sleeping alone in the underground area of ​​the small desert village.

The uncomfortable feeling even overcame the twinges of pain in my knees.

In this world, the first person to express kindness to her and the person who devoted the most to her left like this.

She didn't even have the chance to repay the Song family's grandmother for her every bit of nurturing love.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop; the child wants to be nurtured but cannot be kissed.

Grandma of the Song family and Ye Linlang were not blood relatives, but in Ye Linlang's heart, the old man was a more touching existence than a relative.

Grandma, I'm no longer here...

In this small health room, facing the dripping wound on her knee, Ye Linlang finally realized this so clearly.

The tears that had finally been held back fell involuntarily at this moment.

Not physical pain, but heartache.

…

Jiang Qiran's handsome eyebrows suddenly furrowed when he saw Ye Linlang crying.

"Does it really hurt that much?"

As Jiang Qiran spoke, the movements of applying medicine on her hands suddenly became lighter and gentler, as if she was afraid that Ye Linlang would cry again.

He didn't understand why girls were so afraid of pain.

In Jiang Qiran's memory, he was the type who rarely cried.

Even when Jiang Qiran was stung by a bee when he was training with the army in the third grade of elementary school, his eyes were red but he gritted his teeth and never cried.

The battalion commander was also amazed, saying that Jiang Qiran had such strong resilience and endurance at such a young age, and that he might be born to be a soldier.

Probably the only two times he cried were because of his parents. One was because he wanted to live separately from Su Wan, and the other was because he was afraid that Jiang Xuecheng wouldn't like him.

Although he said he hated Jiang Xuecheng's arrogant father, he was a boy after all, and deep down he always admired the strong.

After returning from army training, Jiang Qiran looked darker and a bit thinner. Su Wan felt extremely distressed. What Jiang Qiran didn't expect was that Jiang Xuecheng actually took him to learn shooting after that!

Jiang Xuecheng taught him almost step by step, correcting his subtle fallacies bit by bit, and also demonstrated how to disassemble and assemble firearms with his eyes closed.

In Jiang Qiran's memory, he had never been so close to his father.

Seeing his father's shooting skills with perfect accuracy and his accurate assembly skills even when blindfolded, Jiang Qiran was still young at the time and could see straight. He was almost astonished.

Children are always very alert.

Jiang Qiran suddenly realized that perhaps his arrogant father didn't hate him that much, otherwise he wouldn't have given him so much money.

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Ye Linlang's eyes were red, and she looked like a little rabbit that had been bullied by someone. She looked a little pitiful.

"It's not about pain... I just thought about my grandma who raised me. When I was in a small deserted village, I would sometimes fall down on the road. My grandma would always find herbal medicine to apply on me, and she would give it to me like she was coaxing a child. Blow the wound.”

Jiang Qiran's dark eyes narrowed slightly. He listened quietly to Ye Linlang's words, and the scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

A white-haired old woman was holding a petite little Ye Linlang.

Maybe the little girl is crying, and the old lady is coaxing her very patiently...

That picture stayed in Jiang Qiran's mind for a long time.

He raised his eyes to look at Ye Linlang, and suddenly, as if he had been hit by something, his heart became very tender.

Jiang Qiran lowered his head and suddenly breathed little by little at the wound he had just cleaned and disinfected on Ye Linlang.

"Is it this way?"

The young man pressed Ye Linlang's legs gently, buried his face between Ye Linlang's legs, and carefully blew air into Ye Linlang.

Seeing Jiang Qiran about to blow the wound on her thigh, Ye Linlang's face suddenly turned red!

The point is, she's not wearing pants now!

The slender down on Ye Linlang's legs trembled, and she quickly reached out and pushed Jiang Qiran away.

"No, that's enough!"

If someone breaks in now, you might as well think wrongly!