But then he was stunned again, a little embarrassed.

I don’t know why he feels embarrassed every time he enters Gu Fei’s store.

The open space where the bird was sitting last time was not a good bird. Now there was a small table, the electric stove on the table was burning, and a pot of steaming... It was probably mutton soup, which he smelled.

Gu Fei was giving Gu Miao soup.

And directly opposite the door, there was a woman who looked like she was in her twenties.

Except for the big age gap, these three people looked like a family of three, which made Jiang Cheng feel that he was showing up very abnormally.

"You..." Gu Fei turned his head and was startled to see him, "What's going on?"

"Can you not ask?" Jiang Cheng said, "I am... passing by."

"Your friend?" the woman looked at Gu Fei and asked.

"Yes." Gu Fei stood up, walked to Jiang Cheng, and his eyes fell to his hands.

The woman also stood up: "How..."

"Medicine box." Gu Fei turned around and said.

"Yeah." She quickly walked into the cabin.

Gu Miao was still sitting at the table without moving, holding a spoon tightly in his hand, his eyes wide open, and he looked here nervously.

Jiang Cheng noticed that Gu Fei moved a little to the side and blocked Gu Miao's sight. He hurriedly hid his hand back.

"Go into the inner room." Gu Fei said.

Jiang Cheng quickly walked into the hut. The woman had already taken out the medicine box. When she saw him coming in, she asked softly: "Hand?"

"Yes." Jiang Cheng responded, "The community hospital next to him..."

"The doctor is having a meal now," said the woman, "Is it serious? I'll help you clean it up and disinfect it first."

"Not serious," Jiang Cheng looked at the medicine box, and the things were quite complete, "I can do it myself."

"How hard it is to have one hand," the woman smiled, "I'll help you with it faster."

"Blade wound?" Gu Fei came in and asked.

"No." Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment and let go of his hand that had been holding the sweater.

This let go scared him, and a large piece of blood was stained with the sweater.

"You..." Gu Fei frowned and looked at his hands, looked at the sweater again, and said to the woman, "Why don't I do it."

"It's okay, can I still be scared by this little injury?" The woman smiled and pushed him, "You go and accompany Ermiao. I think she was very nervous just now."

"...Well," Gu Fei hesitated for a moment, turned around and walked out, took two steps and stopped and turned around, introducing them to them, "My classmate Jiang Cheng, this is my sister, Ding Zhuxin."

"Just call me Sister Xin," Ding Zhuxin smiled and pulled Jiang Cheng's hand, "Let me see... the wound seems to be quite deep..."

"Is that true?" Jiang Cheng replied.

Zhuxin? This name is not very good, bamboo's heart is empty.

Jiang Cheng expressed confusion about his literary thoughts today.

"I'll use normal saline to help you first," said Ding Zhuxin, "and use iodine later."

"Yes," Jiang Cheng nodded, "Thank you."

"Don't be polite." Ding Zhuxin said with a smile.

The temperature in the room was high, and my body quickly became warm, but the pain in the wound began to get into it as if it was awake.

After Ding Zhuxin helped him clean the blood on his hands, he found that the hole was not small.

"It's scratched by glass," said Ding Zhuxin, "so careless."

Jiang Cheng didn't say anything.

Gu Fei’s sister’s surname is Ding? Is her mother’s surname?

Moreover, although Ding Zhuxin is very beautiful, her skin is almost transparent, and from Jiang Cheng's perspective, her long and thick eyelashes cover her eyes, she is completely different from Gu Fei and Gu Miao.

"Are you Gu Fei's sister?" he asked.

"Not a real sister," Ding Zhuxin laughed, "He called me sister, I used to live upstairs of his house."

"Oh." Jiang Cheng also smiled.

"I watched him grow up. When he was a child, he was my follower," Ding Zhuxin applied iodine to him, took gauze from the medicine box and covered the wound. "I can only do this first, wrap it up, and let the doctor see it later."

"Thank you." Jiang Cheng stood up.

"Why are you always grateful?" Ding Zhuxin put the thing into the medicine box. "He never said thank you if I treated Dafei's wound."

He is so rude.

Jiang Cheng said in his heart, and when he thought about it, he felt that he might be too familiar with it.

After he came in, although Ding Zhuxin didn't say a few words to Gu Fei, he could feel that they were very familiar. Especially after Ding Zhuxin turned his face, Jiang Cheng saw a small note on her earlobe...

Sister? Tsk.

Unexpectedly, Gu Fei was so lucky that this woman looked like she was four or five years older.

"Are you Dafei's classmate?" Ding Zhuxin said, "It seems that I have never seen you before...but he doesn't have much contact with his classmates."

"I just transferred." Jiang Cheng said.

"That's how it is." Ding Zhuxin glanced at him.

"Are you okay?" Gu Fei pushed open the door.

"Okay," said Ding Zhuxin, "Doctor Zhang will come over and take a look later."

"Is the wound deep?" Gu Fei asked again.

"Just just scratch the depth," said Jiang Cheng.

"Ermiao asked me to ask Brother Cheng if he had eaten?" Gu Fei took a look outside.

"...I didn't eat." Jiang Cheng replied with some depression.

"That's just for a meal," said Ding Zhuxin. When he walked out, he naturally held Gu Fei's shoulder. "I also said that if I bought too much mutton today, they couldn't finish it."

"Isn't it convenient?" Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment and whispered.

"What's inconvenient?" Gu Fei didn't understand his meaning, but subconsciously followed him to reduce the volume.

"That..." Jiang Cheng quickly glanced behind Ding Zhuxin, "Your sister."

Gu Fei was stunned for a moment, then leaned against the door frame, with a smile on his lips: "Oh."

"Oh?" Jiang Cheng looked at him.

"There is nothing inconvenient, isn't Ermiao here too?" Gu Fei entered the house and took a sweater from the cabinet and threw it on the bed. "Switch it, she will be afraid."

After Gu Fei went out, he took the sweater and looked at the size. It was about the same, so he changed it.

Then he lowered his head and studied it. Could it be that this sweater was knitted by Gu Fei himself...

"Do you want help?" Gu Fei shouted outside.

"No!" He quickly replied, folded the changed clothes and put them on the chair next to him.

As soon as he walked out of the cottage, he immediately smelled the strong scent of mutton soup in the store. Jiang Cheng felt so hungry that he felt panicked.

"It's fragrant." Ding Zhuxin was serving soup one by one into the bowl.

"Yes." Jiang Cheng walked over and sat down at the small table.

"The first time I saw Ermiao want to keep someone for dinner, I haven't seen each other for two months, and I have made such a big progress," Ding Zhuxin grabbed two pieces of mutton into Gu Miao's bowl, "Jiang Cheng, have you been here for a long time? Did you last semester?"

"This semester." Jiang Cheng said.

"Ah," Ding Zhuxin looked at him for several seconds before smiling and putting a bowl of soup in front of him, "It's really an accident."

While drinking the soup, Gu Miao secretly looked at Jiang Cheng's hand wrapped in gauze.

"It's okay," Gu Fei grabbed Jiang Cheng's hand and handed it to her, "Look."

Jiang Cheng was injured by his right hand. He couldn't hold the chopsticks steadily, but when he grabbed them, the chopsticks flew out and fell to the ground.

Gu Miao gently touched his hand carefully.

"Save it off," Ding Zhuxin patted Gu Fei's hand and picked up the chopsticks. "There is a wound in the hand, and it's so hard to grab it."

"I'll go wash." Gu Fei reached out to get the chopsticks.

"I'll go..." Jiang Cheng wanted to stand up.

"You two sit there, I won't eat." Ding Zhuxin got up and walked out of the back door.

"She doesn't eat?" Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment. He noticed that there were three pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the table. He was immediately embarrassed. It was impossible to have only three pairs of bowls and chopsticks in total. Adding him would not be enough!

"She doesn't eat at night, for many years," Gu Fei gave him his chopsticks, "I'm useless."

"No hurry." Jiang Cheng said.
To be continued...