"Sister Xiaobei, do you have anything you particularly want to eat, I'll buy it for you?"

As soon as she returned to the hotel room, Xiaowen immediately asked.

Lu Xiaobei was helpless on the sofa: "Xiaowen, you may have to help me buy a bottle of safflower oil!" ”

“…… Safflower oil? ”

"I might be hurt." Lu Xiaobei can finally say with a bitter face.

Safflower oil, she won't want to drink it.

"Where's the injury?" Xiaowen hurriedly observed.

Lu Xiaobei lifted his arm, a large bruise, and went to pull his trouser leg again.

As soon as I bowed down, my waist also hurt.

Seeing this, Xiaowen helped to lift her trouser leg, one leg, and there were several bruises of all sizes, as if she had hit a lot of small stones.

"Sister Xiaobei, this, why is it so serious!" Xiaowen was very anxious: "What should I do, does safflower oil work?" Should I see a doctor? ”

endured the pain and touched it with his hand: "There is no actor who said that he would go to the doctor if he was bruised, and if he didn't break the skin, he could just rub it with safflower oil." Looking at Xiaowen, she is still worried: "In the past, when filming ancient costumes and playing palace maids, I needed that kind of long kneeling scene, and my knees were often blue and purple, all of which were treated with safflower oil." Go ahead. ”

Xiaowen got up and looked at her little sister Bei, this small body was thrown around by the martial arts instructor, and she was very distressed. "That's... Sister Xiaobei, do you still want to eat? ”

"I don't really want to eat it."

"I can't skip dinner, I'll buy some porridge?"

"Okay."

……

Xiaowen soon came back and bought safflower oil, porridge, and some fruits.

Then she helped her little sister rub the medicine: "This hasn't started yet, it's injured like this, how hard it will be after that!" ”

Although Feng Lan asked her to say less and do more, she couldn't help but worry when she saw those injuries.

Seeing that he was injured, Lu Xiaobei was not worried.

"Surely, it can be overcome." Lu Xiaobei said with relief: "I used to act in a scene where homeless people were beaten, and I didn't have much experience in those group performances. After filming that scene, the injury on his body was much more serious than this. I went back and wiped it with safflower oil, and the next day I didn't feel anything. And at that time, I was alone, and I didn't have such a considerate little assistant as you, so I didn't come here too. This is comforting Xiaowen and herself.

At that time, she felt that it was nothing, and now that she has someone to take care of, how can she still be pretentious because of this injury.

It doesn't matter if Lu Xiaobei doesn't say that, as soon as he says this, Xiaowen's eyes immediately moistened.

"You girl, I didn't plan to cry when I hurt like this, why are you doing this?" Lu Xiaobei teased her, and her heart was also warm.

Xiaowen didn't look up, and continued to use a cotton swab and apply a little bit of safflower oil to the wound: "When I was an assistant before, because the artist was a little difficult, or because I didn't sleep enough, I was often so tired that I cried...... Now that I think about it, compared to Sister Xiaobei, you're so squeamish......"

Lu Xiaobei looked at the top of Xiaowen's head and smiled bitterly, she didn't dare to say anything else, if she wanted to talk about these physical and psychological experiences of being "destroyed", she did have too much, so many that many of them were not so memorable, and they were almost forgotten.

"Get up, let your sister Xiaobei teach you another lesson......" Lu Xiaobei said, picked up the safflower oil, poured it in the palm of his hand, and then clasped his palms together and rubbed it vigorously: "Teach you the correct way to use safflower oil......

Wait until your palms are hot, grit your teeth, and rub them the wound.

That strength, Xiaowen felt pain when she looked at it.