(When marriage is a cage for her, she doesn't want to be a prisoner of ethics.) She just wants to live this life normally, and she doesn't want to measure the value of her life by the behavior of others. ）

Ying Biao went out to pull goods and didn't see anyone until dark, which made Leng Qiongyan very uneasy. At first, she thought she was worried about the goods, but as the night got darker, she turned on all the lights in the wooden shed. But light can drive away darkness, but it can't dispel loneliness. Because the weather is cold and windy, and no one plays cards, people and birds on the dock have long been extinct. Leng Qiongyan closed the door of the store and locked herself in absolute emptiness. She didn't dare to sleep, so she moved a chair and sat by the door, waiting for Ying Biao to come back. It wasn't until Ying Biao's figure appeared in her mind that she realized that what she had been worried about was not goods, but people. She was worried about him because she knew he cared about her. Thinking of the man Xiao Bingheng that he has been thinking about since he got married, it can only be a distant dream; The man she followed made all her dreams distant. Only Ying Biao really helped her do things and genuinely worried about her. Although they haven't been in contact for a long time, she feels very close to each other's hearts.

"Boss, open the door." Ying Biao's voice was light but not floating, crisply tapping Leng Qiongyan's eardrums, and also beating her sensitive heart.

"Brother Biao, why didn't I hear the sound of the motorcycle?" Leng Qiongyan opened the door, walked behind Ying Biao while asking, and helped him push the cart into the store.

"The car ran out of gas just now, and it pushed for a while." Ying Biao explained.

"You came back so late, you want to kill me in a hurry!" Leng Qiongyan covered the door and held a chair against it, and the cold night wind was blocked outside the house.

"I got into some trouble and did it for an afternoon." Ying Biao stabilized the car and prepared to unload the rope.

"What's the trouble?" Hearing Ying Biao say this, Leng Qiongyan, who had just closed the door and turned around, suddenly noticed Ying Biao's blood-soaked trouser legs and soybean-sized beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. "Brother Biao, what's wrong with you? Sweating so much, you fell and injured yourself! ”

"Just kidding, with my skills, I can fall?" Ying Biao's face was pale, and his facial muscles twitched slightly. He didn't want Leng Qiongyan to see that he was uncomfortable, and that kind of effort to forcibly hide the pain clashed with the natural reaction of the body's nervous system, making his face look a little distorted. He tried his best to keep his tone calm, "I was stabbed by those ignorant guys outside." ”

"It's amazing that something so big has happened. Brother Biao, you take a break first. This cargo will be unloaded later. Leng Qiongyan took Ying Biao's hand and pulled him to the chair against the door and sat down. Then I opened a bottle of canned lychee, found a stainless steel long-handled spoon, and gave it to Ying Biao. "Brother Biao, you must be hungry, eat something first. I'll go boil eggs for you. ”

Ying Biao was painful, tired, cold and hungry, and he was already exhausted. Now as soon as I sit down, my whole body seems to fall apart, and my brain also has a feeling of dizziness. He knew that his physical strength was about to run out, so he couldn't care about Sven at the moment, so he ate all the bottles of canned food in three or two bites. He secretly praised the proprietress in his heart for understanding and sending charcoal in the snow. Otherwise, he was really afraid that he would not be able to bear it and fall.

After ten minutes of effort, Leng Qiongyan boiled ten eggs at a time, a big bowl full of them, and brought it steamingly, "Brother Biao, hurry up and eat it while it's hot!" ”

"Cook so much, you treat me as a pig!" Ying Biao smiled and said, "Bring a bowl, you can eat some too." ”

"Eat, I've had dinner. I fried the pig ears at night and waited for you to come back and eat, and now it's cold. Leng Qiongyan saw that Ying Biao was holding the bowl and didn't eat, so she moved the small wooden table in front of him, "Put it on it and eat." I'll go and burn your feet with a bucket of water. ”

"If you don't eat it, I won't eat it." Ying Biao put the bowl on the table and said angrily: "I don't believe that you are not hungry after ten o'clock." ”

"Alright then!" Leng Qiongyan turned on the stove and boiled a large pot of water, then took a pair of chopsticks and a small bowl out.

"I want to drink, didn't you fry pig ears? Bring it out." Ying Biao smiled and said, "Boss, don't be reluctant!" ”

"What nonsense are you talking about, Brother Biao wants to eat, and my heart will be given to you." Leng Qiongyan didn't guard against saying this, she was startled, could this be a confession? She felt her cheeks heat up, and she was embarrassed for a moment. "Brother Biao can drink! But pig ears are cold, do they need to be heated? ”

"No, it's cold and delicious." Ying Biao pointed to the shelf, "Open the bottle of Yanghe Daqu, bring more bowls, and drink some with me." ”

"Hmm." Leng Qiongyan opened the wine, brought a plate of pig ears, brought an empty rice bowl, and opened another bottle of canned fish.

After a few glasses of wine, Ying Biao felt that his body was gradually warming, and looking at the stunningly beautiful and crimson boss lady in front of him, he had a whimsical idea in his heart, and he actually forgot the pain in his leg. In his opinion, it was an honor to work for such a beautiful proprietress, and even if he was injured for her business, he was willing.

Leng Qiongyan was heartbroken that Ying Biao was accidentally injured for her; Touched by his concern and help for her. She liked the sincere and rugged man in front of her, but she didn't know how to express it to him. She buried her head in the sullen wine, remembering the pain of the wedding night; remembered that he called Brother Xiao to reach the peak of happiness; remembered that when I called Brother Xiao again, my husband was weak; remembered that her husband blasted her for a bag of clothes he had picked up; remembering that her husband openly brought a female reporter home to challenge her status as a legitimate wife; remembered that her husband once called a female reporter Sister Ying, which was inevitably related to the lewd sister that her husband called when he made love to her on the wedding night; Or the small table in the mouth of the husband is not as simple as he explained. But what is the practical significance of such a fantasy? What should have happened and what shouldn't have happened has already happened, and who can tell what should and shouldn't happen? True and false, false and real, all kinds of mundane things, who can sort out the merits? Leng Qiongyan was thinking in a daze, when the sound of boiling water came from her ears, "Brother Biao, the water is boiling, I'll call to wash your feet." After Leng Qiongyan finished speaking, she staggered up and entered the kitchen.

"Hmm." Ying Biao saw that Leng Qiongyan's figure was not very stable, and reminded: "Boss lady, be careful!" ”

After the wine was exhausted, Ying Biao patted his stomach and felt very full. He regained the strength of his body.

Leng Qiongyan brought a bucket of steaming water and put it in front of Ying Biao, "Brother Biao, you can wash your face first." After she finished speaking, she put all the dishes and chopsticks on the table into the kitchen, and took out a rag to wipe the table clean. Then I went to the room and found a pair of cotton sweater and underwear, and a pair of black trousers and put them on the table.

Ying Biao washed his face and took off his shoes and socks on his right foot. However, when he tried to take off the shoes and socks on his left foot, he found that his left foot could not be lifted at all. When Leng Qiongyan came to help, she found that the blood on his trouser legs had all coagulated and hardened, and it was as cold as ice cubes.

"Brother Biao, change your pants." Leng Qiongyan said with infinite pity: "It's really difficult for you." ”

"But," Ying Biao looked at his left foot, his expression helpless.

"I'll help you!" Leng Qiongyan latched the door of the store, and then helped Ying Biao untie his pants.

Ying Biao grabbed Leng Qiongyan's shoulder with his left hand, grabbed the back of the chair with his right hand, and at the same time used his right foot to support the ground, and the person stood up. Leng Qiongyan helped him take off his pants, and when Ying Biao sat down again, he felt much more relaxed and comfortable.

Leng Qiongyan saw the thick gauze tied to Ying Biao's legs and the red blood stains on the gauze, knowing that he was not lightly injured, she just wanted to relieve him of some pain at that time. She lifted the towel from the bucket and wrung it out, and carefully wiped the blood around the gauze, and because of pity, she looked attentive and wiped it very carefully.