sovbooks Chapter 75 Take her to Zhang's room
Chapter 75 Take her to Zhang's room
"Dr. Hu," Bai Rongbei's voice rang out again, tinged with helplessness, "Just give me the prescription. The rest... we know ourselves."
"You know nothing!" Old Hu retorted without any politeness. "Neglecting your illness and refusing to see a doctor! Fine, fine, I don't care how you young couple do it, just do as I say, and the benefits will be huge!"
Then came a rustling sound of something being packed.
After a while, the curtain was lifted.
Bai Rongbei had already dressed and came out. His face looked even paler than before, and there was still a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead from the acupuncture treatment, but his back remained ramrod straight.
He was holding a small package wrapped in old newspaper; it contained the medicine prescribed by Old Hu.
Old Hu followed behind him, handing Bai Rongbei a small cloth bag filled with some dried herbs: "This is a dressing. Take it back, crush it, mix it with wine, and apply it to his new wound to reduce swelling and bruising. Change it once a day."
He glared at Bai Rongbei again. "Come for acupuncture on time! Don't take it lightly! And you, girl,"
He looked at Su Wanwan, his tone softening, "Keep an eye on him, keep an eye on him. Sometimes, a man just needs someone to give him a push."
Su Wanwan blushed, took the cloth bag, and whispered, "Yes, thank you, Dr. Hu."
On the way back, the setting sun had already dyed the Gobi Desert golden red, and the wind carried a chill.
The two walked side by side, their shadows stretching long behind them.
Bai Rongbei walked slower than usual. Su Wanwan could tell that his right leg seemed to be a little weak due to pain, but he didn't say anything.
Silence spread between the two, but unlike the slightly awkward silence they had shared earlier, this silence held something more unspeakable.
Su Wanwan secretly glanced at his profile several times, trying to glean something from his expressionless face, but she was afraid of being discovered.
Old Hu's words were still echoing in her mind: Old Hu asked her to give him a massage...
And it's best to massage every night.
Would Bai Rongbei be willing to let him massage her?
The thought of massage, especially of those specific areas, made Su Wanwan's face flush and her heart race; she felt incredibly shy.
"Um..." she cleared her throat, breaking the silence, "I'll get the dressing Dr. Hu mentioned ready for you when we get back. And the medicine, I'll brew it tonight."
"Mm," Bai Rongbei responded, and after a while added, "I can brew the medicine myself."
"Then I'll go with you," Su Wanwan said immediately, her voice soft but firm. "Dr. Hu said I should keep a close eye on things."
Bai Rong turned his head to the north and glanced at her.
Su Wanwan continued, afraid that Bai Rongbei would refuse to let her massage him, so she quickened her pace and said everything on her mind, "I, I still want to massage you. Please don't refuse. If I hadn't kicked you, you wouldn't be in such a serious condition. If you don't give me a massage, I'll feel guilty."
Seeing Su Wanwan's anxious expression, Bai Rongbei didn't want her to worry or blame herself, so he softly replied, "Mm."
Su Wanwan was very happy to hear that Bai Rongbei had agreed to let her give him a massage.
If he continues treatment, Bai Rongbei might actually get better!
……
Meanwhile, Lin Weiwei was getting a little bored waiting at home.
Su Wanwan accompanied Bai Rongbei to see the doctor. Bai Si'an hadn't finished get off work yet, and he had nothing to do for a while, so he was quite bored.
She remembered that Bai Si'an had said that morning that the technical department might have to work overtime today to process a batch of newly arrived equipment data.
As the sun began to set, she figured she had nothing better to do, so why not take a stroll around the camp gate and maybe... pick him up from get off work?
They could just pack up and go.
Lin Weiwei casually tied her hair into a ponytail and went out.
At the entrance to the camp is a relatively flat open space, next to which is a row of low red brick walls, which marks the boundary of the camp.
At that moment, several children, around seven or eight years old, were squatting by the wall, drawing on the brick wall with charcoal they had picked up from somewhere.
The children got so into drawing that their little faces were covered in soot, and they laughed and giggled.
The drawings are simple: a crooked sun, houses, little people, and animals that are hard to tell if they are dogs or horses.
Lin Weiwei found it interesting and moved closer.
She squatted down next to a little girl with pigtails, watching her draw a flower on the wall.
"Little sister, you painted these flowers so beautifully," Lin Wei praised with a smile.
The little girl looked up, revealing a smile with a missing front tooth, and handed over half a piece of charcoal: "Sister, you can draw too!"
Lin Weiwei paused for a moment, looking at the dark charcoal and then at the little girl's bright eyes. The restraint that belonged to an adult suddenly dissipated.
She took the charcoal and found a blank spot on the wall.
What should I draw?
She thought for a moment, then with a flick of her wrist, smooth lines appeared on the brick wall.
Soon, a cartoon soldier wearing a military cap and with a bright smile appeared vividly on the wall, with a five-pointed star drawn next to him.
"Wow!" Several children gathered around, exclaiming in amazement, "Sister's drawing is so good!"
"What is this?"
"These are People's Liberation Army uncles! Lovely People's Liberation Army uncles!" Lin Weiwei pointed to her drawing and explained, finding it quite amusing herself.
I never expected my skills in drawing color comics to come in handy here.
The children got excited and asked Lin Weiwei to teach them how to draw.
Lin Weiwei was generous and used charcoal as a pen to teach the children to draw simple cartoon animals, flowers, and grass on the wall.
She taught with great enthusiasm, and the children learned happily. Before long, a small section of the dusty red brick wall was covered with these childlike and interesting graffiti.
Lin Weiwei got so caught up in the fun that she inevitably got a lot of charcoal ash on her face, hands, and clothes.
Her ponytail had come loose, and stray hairs fell down, sticking to her sweaty forehead, but she didn't bother to smooth them out.
This is the scene that Bai Si'an saw when he walked out of the camp gate after get off work.
In the warm glow of the setting sun, my wife, who is usually energetic and sometimes mischievous, was squatting among a group of children without any regard for her image, pointing at the paintings on the wall and talking animatedly.
Her face was streaked with black and gray, like a tabby cat, and her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, revealing her forearms covered in black marks.
But those eyes were incredibly bright, and the smile was so radiant and untroubled, it seemed to dispel all the desolation of the Gobi Desert.
He stopped in his tracks, pushed up his glasses, and for a moment couldn't take his eyes off him.
"Technician Bai!" The young soldier on guard at the gate recognized him and greeted him with a smile, following his gaze. "Oh, isn't that Comrade Lin? He looks like he's having a lot of fun with the children."
Bai Si'an snapped out of his daze, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips. He nodded to the sentry and strode over.
The children spotted him first; some of them recognized him and timidly called out, "Uncle Bai."
Lin Weiwei turned around at the sound of his voice, saw Bai Si'an, her eyes lit up, and she immediately stood up: "You're off work!"
She stumbled because she moved too quickly and her legs, which had gone numb from squatting, were injured.
Bai Si'an instinctively reached out and supported her arm: "Slow down."
His gaze fell on her brightly colored face, a barely perceptible amusement in his voice, "Did you... get into a fight with the coal pile?"
Lin Weiwei then remembered her dignity, reached out and wiped her face, but the charcoal ash on her hand only made her face look even more smudged.
She didn't seem to care at all, and instead said with a grin, "I'm teaching them to draw! Look!"
Pointing to the graffiti on the wall, she said with a hint of pride, "How about it? I did a pretty good job, right? These little girls love it!"
Following the direction of her finger, Bai Si'an looked at the whimsical graffiti on the wall, and indeed, a few strokes stood out as particularly fluid and vivid.
He nodded, giving a very polite evaluation: "Hmm, not bad."
Lin Weiwei was even happier and turned to the children, saying, "That's all for today, I'm going home now! You should all go home early too, so your families don't worry."
The children were a little reluctant to leave, but they all obediently dispersed.
Lin Weiwei patted the dust off her hands and tried to pat the dust off her body, but it only made the dust more evenly distributed.
Watching her clumsy yet casual movements, Bai Si'an suddenly reached out and gently wiped a particularly noticeable patch of black ash on her left cheek with the pad of his thumb.
His fingers were slightly cool, with thin calluses, and his movements were very gentle.
Lin Weiwei was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him.
Bai Si'an had withdrawn his hand, his expression returning to its usual calm, though the tips of his ears were slightly red in the setting sun. "Let's go home."
Lin Weiwei turned her head to look around, making sure no one was watching her. She quickly tiptoed and kissed Bai Si'an on the cheek, then stood up and returned to normal. She said cheerfully, "Your face is dirty too, let me wipe it for you with my mouth."
Bai Si'an's light kiss and words ignited a raging fire in his heart.
He really wanted to drag Lin Weiwei into the room, pin her down, and fuck her hard.
"What's wrong? Did the kiss stun you? Why did you get off work later than usual today?" Lin Weiwei asked, patting Bai Si'an's shoulder as he was still immersed in the kiss.
"There was a problem with the equipment data; I checked it a little longer," Bai Si'an replied, then paused and asked, "Where are my brother and sister-in-law?"
"Oh, Bai Rongbei took Wanwan to that Doctor Hu on the edge of the desert, saying he wanted to... have her wound checked." Lin Weiwei lowered her voice as she spoke, implying that it was something only she and I knew.
Bai Si'an hummed in agreement and didn't ask any further questions.
There were some things between the two brothers that they both understood but didn't say aloud.
After walking for a while, Bai Si'an suddenly spoke, changing the subject somewhat abruptly: "The walls in my house are too empty."
"Huh?" Lin Weiwei didn't react.
Bai Si'an looked straight ahead, adjusted his glasses, and continued, "I mean, our room, and my brother's room, all have bare, grayish-white walls that look so desolate. You... can draw, right?"
Lin Wei blinked, finally understanding his meaning, her eyes widening instantly: "You mean... you want me to draw on the walls at home?"
"Hmm." Bai Si'an nodded. "Draw something... nice. Like the one you just drew, or something else, anything. What do you think?"
Bai Si'an didn't actually want to paint at home.
He wanted to find an excuse to take her home, to take her back to his room...
(Update! I wrote an extra thousand words today, so this update is late~~ I'll try to update earlier tomorrow!)