Wei Chuan found cotton swabs and purified water, turned around and saw Meng Tang still standing by the car, and explained:
"It's too cold outside, whether you're standing or sitting, I'm afraid the water will get into your neck, so it's most convenient to lie down, so get in the car."
The two of them got in the car, one on the left and the other on the right.
Wei Chuan put the things on the center console, then patted his thigh: "Lie down."
Meng Tang lay down with one eye closed.
Wei Chuan poured pure water into the bottle cap, moistened the cotton swab, and then leaned forward to hold the side of Meng Tang's face.
"Don't move, let me see where it is?"
Meng Tang said: "It shouldn't be attached to the eyeball."
She came out of the museum and felt her eyes were dry. She raised her hand to rub it, and accidentally got sawdust on her fingertips.
"Don't move, I saw it." Wei Chuan's hand was very big and his fingers were very long. While holding her up, his fingertips opened her eyelids.
The slight coolness of the wet cotton swab ran over the corners of Meng Tang's eyes. The corners of Meng Tang's eyes opened sorely, and the water brought out sawdust.
Wei Chuan wiped away her physiological tears with his thumb, lowered his head and breathed.
The remaining warmth in the corner of his eyes immediately dissipated, and Meng Tang clenched his hands tightly.
Then a soft coaxing voice sounded: "Okay, see if you can open it?"
Meng Tang's eyelids trembled a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.
The right eye was crimson. Wei Chuan frowned, rubbed the corner of her eye, and said:
"It's not swollen, but it's very red. Does it hurt? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Meng Tang shook her head, her cheeks were hot. She grabbed the front seat, stood up and sat in the parking space without saying a word.
Wei Chuan screwed on the bottle cap and turned to stare at Meng Tang.
Mengtang exhaled slowly and turned his head as if to cheer himself up: "What do you think I'm doing?"
"Good-looking." Wei Chuan blurted out.
The sudden straight ball makes people feel emotional.
Afraid that he would say something that would shake his heart again, Meng Tang hurriedly said: "Go and drive, I have to go back to pack my luggage."
Wei Chuan said "Oh".
Back at Compaq, within fifteen minutes, Meng Tang had packed his luggage.
When he came out, Wei Chuan played games on the big screen in the living room.
She approached curiously.
On the screen, the scenery is vast, and Wei Chuan controls the game character to run and jump.
Suddenly, he turned his head and handed the Switch controller to her: "Let's play?"
Meng Tang held it subconsciously, raised his eyes and said, "I don't know how."
"It's not difficult." Wei Chuan reached out and gave her a hand.
Since getting up in the morning, Meng Tang has said no more than ten words to him.
Even though I was talking to him, there was always an intangible alienation.
This feeling came over suddenly, and Wei Chuan was a little at a loss.
He was afraid that Meng Tang would be sentenced to death for what happened last night, so he racked his brains to have a chat with her.
Finally opened a game that I haven’t played in a long time.
As the saying goes, if there is no topic, create a topic. Starting with a topic that the other party is not defensive about or sensitive to is half the battle.
Caught off guard, Meng Tang slid down onto the carpet, his chin level with his shoulder line.
"How to fight?" She looked at Wei Chuan, "The villain has stopped moving."
It looked so cute that Wei Chuan couldn't hold back the corner of his mouth and pointed at the handle:
"The joystick on the left hand can be moved, and the right one is used to adjust the viewing angle, like this."
Wei Chuan demonstrated it to her.
Meng Tang gave it a try and found it very flexible.
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It’s just that my reaction is a bit slow, and my health bar is always dropped by sudden attacks on the map.
Even so, she is very stable and tries her best to help the characters overcome difficulties one after another.
I don’t know whether it was because she was addicted or because she refused to admit defeat. She was a newbie and played the game five or six times before finally passing the level.
She shook the handle, her eyes gleaming with excitement, and took Wei Chuan's arm: "I won, did you see it?"
Wei Chuan nodded: "I saw it."
Meng Tang's expression was a little arrogant. She returned the controller to Wei Chuan: "It's not difficult."
Wei Chuan took the controller.
Meng Tang stood up and came to the floor-to-ceiling window. The sky was gradually turning dark, with a few pink and purple clouds floating in the sky.
She took out her mobile phone and took a few pictures of the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
Wei Chuan threw the handle on the coffee table, stood up and walked over, asking Meng Tang:
"What time will your bus arrive tomorrow?"
Meng Tang lowered his head He looked at the photos he took and replied: "Ten o'clock."
Wei Chuan laughed: "Just in time for lunch at home."
Mengtang said, "Mainly because I want to sleep in."
"Shall I take you to the high-speed rail station tomorrow?" Wei Chuan did not dare to make a decision directly, "Just in time to see you off, I will go home." Should I treat you to a big dinner? "
"It's okay, I just want to lend you a place to sleep. I've been busy at school all day and haven't come back to take care of you. Just don't blame me for not being well-received." Wei Chuan didn't want to go out.
The inexplicable politeness made the air stagnant, and suddenly the embarrassment of having no topic came out.
Fortunately, Wei Chuan's cell phone rang.
Meng Tang glanced at Wei Chuan and realized that he did not go to training today.
"You have a holiday?" she asked.
"Hmm." Wei Chuan put away his cell phone, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have come back to sleep last night."
Mentioned last night, Meng Tang was silent for another moment.
She cleared her throat: "Then why did you explain it to your mother before letting go?"
Wei Chuan smiled and sat down next to her: "If I had said I had a holiday last night, she would have been standing in front of me now."
< br/> Meng Tang was surprised: "She is very strict with you?"
Wei Chuan said: "I can't train at home all year round, so when I have time, she stipulates that I must stay at home with my family."
Meng Tang said "Oh": "It's good."
The sky outside the window turned completely dark, and Wei Chuan said, "Want to eat in the restaurant upstairs tonight?"
Meng Tang shook his head: "Let the housekeeper bring it over. I plan to go to bed early tonight."
Wei Chuan ordered a meal according to the appetite of the two of them.
It took half an hour to eat, and the two of them said goodbye politely at the door of the restaurant.
Wei Chuan stood there stunned for a long time. Why did he feel that his relationship with Meng Tang was not advancing but retreating?
Could it be that he was too proactive during this period?
But if you don't take the initiative, there will be no story. How can he secretly eliminate the traces Xu Heqing left on her heart?
After being depressed for a long time, Wei Chuan finally blamed himself for not coming back from the shower last night.
The next morning, Meng Tang slept until eight o'clock and got up.
After washing and tidying up the room, she went out and found that Wei Chuan had already gotten up.
It's a little late. It takes 40 minutes to get to the high-speed rail station.
Wei Chuan took two boiled eggs and a glass of milk and stuffed them into Meng Tang's bag.
Hunted to the high-speed rail station, there was still twenty minutes left to check in, so there was no delay at all.
Wei Chuan saw that Meng Tang did not move, so he urged: "Hurry in."
Meng Tang nodded and passed the inspection gate.
Wei Chuan did not go beyond the railing. Meng Tang picked up the bag from the security inspection machine and suddenly turned around after taking two steps.
"What's wrong?" Wei Chuan asked, "Did you leave something behind?"
Mengtang raised his hand and moved his index finger to the left.
Wei Chuan had a clear understanding and followed him to the edge.
There was no one in this corner. Meng Tang raised his head and looked directly into Wei Chuan's eyes: "I have a question to ask you."
Wei Chuan: "You ask."
Meng Tang pursed his lower lip, paused, and asked, "Do you still like Xie Lingyin?"