klisemfg Chapter 466 How did you do that to your hands?
Chapter 466 How did you do that to your hands?
At No. 108 Jinyang Villa, the sky seemed to be torn into countless tiny holes, and the drizzle of rain was neither too heavy nor too light, falling continuously.
The raindrops hit the roof and windows rhythmically, making a crisp yet somewhat dull sound, as if telling a story unique to this rainy day.
Jiang Shuo was staying in the warm bedroom, quietly accompanying his little daddy Jiang Chengyu.
The light in the room was soft and warm, shining on the two of them and creating a quiet atmosphere.
Although Jiang Shuo is still young, his eyes reveal a seriousness and concentration beyond his age.
He helped Jiang Chengyu do basic body exercises in an orderly manner. Every movement was gentle and standard, as if he was performing a sacred ritual.
He always had a beautiful expectation in his heart, hoping that one day his little dad would wake up and his muscles would not be necrotic due to long-term bed rest.
Jiang Shuo gently moved Jiang Chengyu's arm while confiding to his little daddy, "Little daddy, he's been gone for a week! Why hasn't he come back yet?
Is it that complicated to leave prison to visit relatives? It is human nature to send off the elderly to their funeral.
Even though I made a mistake, can't I be flexible and see the mother who raised me all my life for the last time?
From the video that day, he didn't look very well. His mother said he was busy all day and couldn't eat when he got home in the evening.
I don't know if he can hold on these few days?" The childish voice echoed in the room, full of worry and concern.
At this time, Cui Jiani was driving a Volkswagen and slowly drove into the parking space in the yard of Jinyang Villa in the rain.
The wipers swung rhythmically from side to side, trying to clear the raindrops that kept falling on the car window, creating a brief period of clarity for her vision.
After parking the car, she quickly unbuckled her seat belt, leaned forward, and grabbed an umbrella from under the back footrest.
I opened the car door, opened the umbrella, and the moment I got out of the car, raindrops hit the umbrella with a crackling sound.
She slammed the car door shut and walked hurriedly towards the passenger seat where Mu Xiaoji was.
Mu Xiaoji had his eyes closed, drowsy from exhaustion. The vibration from the car stopping made him slowly open his tired eyes.
Looking at the familiar villa outside the window, he murmured to himself, "I'm home!" There was a hint of relief and fatigue in his voice.
While unbuckling his seat belt, he reached out to pick up the cane placed beside him. Under the shelter of Cui Jiani's thoughtful umbrella, he got out of the car steadily.
After getting off the car, Cui Jiani closed the door and held Mu Xiaoji's right hand tightly. The two walked side by side in the rain and went straight to the door.
The rain gathered into small puddles under their feet, and every step they took would cause a small splash of water.
Mu Xiaoji walked to the door, stopped, looked at Cui Jiani nervously, and asked anxiously: "Take a quick look at my hat, is there anything wrong?"
He raised his hand and gently adjusted the hat on his head, as if this would make him feel more at ease.
Cui Jiani folded up her umbrella and carefully placed it in the umbrella stand at the door. Then she turned around and looked Mu Xiaoji up and down carefully. Then she shook her head gently and said in a gentle and soothing tone, "It's fine. Don't be too nervous."
Mu Xiaoji breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "That's good." Then he reached out and pressed his fingerprint on the identifier to unlock it. With a crisp "click", the door slowly opened.
Dean Guo was sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing reading glasses and holding a newspaper in his hand, reading it attentively.
The room was very quiet, with only the rustling sound of newspapers occasionally turning. When he heard the door open, he looked up and saw Mu Xiaoji and Cui Jiani, and a look of surprise instantly appeared on his face.
He shouted loudly: "Hey, Xiaoji is back!" His voice was full of joy and concern.
Mu Xiaoji smiled faintly and said apologetically, "Uncle Guo, I'm sorry to have made you worry!"
At this time, Mu Huiying came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of steaming dishes and placed it on the dining table. She heard someone talking in the living room, turned around and saw that it was Mu Xiaoji, and couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Xiaoji is back?"
As he spoke, he quickly approached Mu Xiaoji, his eyes full of heartache, "Why didn't you tell me you were back? Your clothes are all wet. Go back to the bedroom and take a hot bath, don't catch a cold!"
Cui Jiani followed behind and greeted politely, "President Guo, Aunt Mu."
Mu Huiying turned her head, a loving smile appeared on her face, and said, "Jiani, dinner will be ready soon, go wash your hands and come over to eat together."
Mu Xiaoji nodded and said to Cui Jiani: "I'm going to take a bath, you stay and have dinner with us!"
Cui Jiani also nodded, with a hint of expectation in her eyes, and asked: "Can I go up to see Cheng Yu?"
"Sure," Mu Xiaoji responded without hesitation.
Afterwards, Cui Jiani held Mu Xiaoji's right hand, and the two of them tacitly fled the living room as if they had done something wrong, and walked quickly upstairs.
In that warmly decorated room, the big white bed looks like a tranquil sea of snow.
Jiang Shuo, looking as innocent and lively as a little deer leaping in spring, was standing steadily beside the bed.
He had just turned Jiang Chengyu over with great effort, and his chubby little hands were now patting Jiang Chengyu's back gently and energetically, with each stroke being serious and serious only for a child.
Jiang Shuo patted and mumbled non-stop, staring at the sleeping Jiang Chengyu with sparkling eyes, and said to himself:
"Little daddy, how is Choubao's technique? Are you feeling comfortable?" The voice was soft and full of anticipation for a response.
Just at this moment, outside the door, Mu Xiaoji and Cui Jiani appeared quietly.
As soon as the two of them walked to the door, they clearly heard Jiang Shuo's childish question. For an instant, they all thought that Jiang Chengyu had miraculously woken up.
The two looked at each other subconsciously, with a hint of surprise and confusion in their eyes.
However, before they could react further, they heard Jiang Shuo's childish voice continue to ring out: "Little Daddy, should I give him a call and ask when he can come back?"
Mu Xiaoji couldn't hold back any longer, he pushed the door open and strode in.
Jiang Shuo turned around suddenly, and the surprise on his face disappeared like bubbles in an instant, replaced by a look of indifference.
He said in a cold tone with a hint of complaint: "Why did you come back just now? What have you been busying around outside all day?" He looked like a little adult who had been waiting for a long time and was full of grievances.
Mu Xiaoji looked at Jiang Shuo, his heart full of guilt, a look of shame on his face, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I came back late. These days... you have worked hard!" His voice was filled with fatigue and apology.
Jiang Shuo then noticed that Mu Xiaoji was in a mess. He was wet all over, his hair was dripping with water, and his clothes were sticking to his body.
A trace of worry flashed across his eyes for a moment, and he asked with concern: "You know that you are weak, but you still make yourself so embarrassed." His tone was full of concern for Mu Xiaoji's physical condition.
Cui Jiani smiled and walked lightly to the bed. Jiang Shuo instantly changed his mood and put on a smile as bright as the warm spring sun.
She said warmly, "Sister Jiani, how could you make yourself so embarrassed? You should know that you are a girl, you should be delicate, do you understand?"
As he said that, he jumped off the bed in one step, stretched out his hand skillfully and gentlemanly, gently took Cui Jiani's hand, and arranged it seriously: "Come with me."
He looked as if he was the little master of the house, and was going to arrange everything for the guests.
Mu Xiaoji looked at Jiang Shuo and Cui Jiani leaving the bedroom, sighed slightly, turned slowly and walked to the big bed.
He slowly squatted down, quietly looking at Jiang Chengyu who was lying there unconscious. His eyes instantly became gentle as water, as if hiding endless affection.
He opened his thin lips slightly, his voice filled with endless longing and attachment: "Little Monster, I'm not with you these days, have you missed me?
You know what? I miss you so much. I seemed to see you lying in a pool of blood in the yard of Goldsmith Bay. I... I hate myself so much. I really want to find you, you know? "
As he spoke, his eyes quickly turned red and tears flowed uncontrollably, falling like beads from a broken string.
The trembling hand seemed to be carrying a thousand pounds of weight as it slowly reached towards Jiang Chengyu's cheek.
But his right hand was wrapped in layers of gauze, and the moment he was about to touch Jiang Chengyu's cheek, he quickly pulled it back as if he was suddenly scalded.
At this moment, a childish voice suddenly sounded behind him: "What happened to your hands?"
Mu Xiaoji's whole body trembled, and with tears in his eyes he turned back to look at Jiang Shuo.
His eyes still showed sadness and panic, and he asked in surprise, "Why are you back?"
Jiang Shuo still had a cold expression on his face, and said calmly: "Sister Jiani is taking a shower in my room, it's not appropriate for me to be there."
As he spoke, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through everything. With a bit of curiosity and doubt, he stared at Mu Xiaoji.
He found that even at home, Mu Xiaoji was still wearing a wet baseball cap, which stuck to his head and looked particularly strange.
Jiang Shuo couldn't help but ask curiously: "We're already home, it's time to take off that hat!"
Mu Xiaoji raised his left arm, wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, and said calmly, "I like it."
After saying that, he stood up in a hurry as if he was escaping from something, and strode towards the bathroom. With a crisp "click", he locked the bathroom door.
Jiang Shuo stood there, looking at the closed bathroom door, frowning slightly. He gently walked to the bathroom door, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
The voice was clear and concerned: "Call me if you need me, I'll be outside."
Mu Xiaoji sat on the edge of the bathtub, listening to Jiang Shuo's voice, and gently patted her still pounding heart.
He muttered quietly, “I just wanted to cover it up so that Uncle Guo and Mother Mu wouldn’t worry, and I forgot about this clever little guy.
What should I do when I get out later? I'm afraid he has already seen some clues!" His eyes were full of worry, and he didn't know how to face the questions and situations that might arise next.