Chapter 33: Villain

It was mid-summer, the weather was too hot, Lin Mo paid extra money, borrowed some green bean ribs stewed in the hotel ’s kitchenette, the green beans can cool down the thirst, the ribs can make up blood, put a little ginger, braise the stew slowly, sprinkle some salt, no It takes too many seasoning processes to be delicious and nutritious.
The conditions in the small hotel are limited, and the owner can only cook in a small iron pan for cooking.
Lin Mo unscrewed the lid of the thermos and poured the pork rib soup into the large plastic lunch box he brought, spreading out with the salty scent of ginger, Han Xun's mouth began to secretly secrete liquid.
"What are you doing lying down and getting up to drink soup."
"My leg hurts, my hand hurts, I can't help you. You help me." Han Xun's face was serious, and he said it seriously, there is a pair of people you can't bully the disabled.
Lin Mo: "..." Who was the person who just prepared to jump out of bed?
Lin Mo put the lunch box aside and pledged to uncover the thin quilt. At first glance, Han Xiaoren was cut into seven long and eight short jeans. Both legs were covered with bandages. The skin outside the bandages did not escape the fate of bruises and swelling. .
Huh, you have today too, deserve it!
However, when I saw him, he showed me a mermaid line, a standard eight-pack abs, slightly exposed clavicle, sturdy arms, wide shoulders and narrow waists. He was born with a good clothes frame, and even the unsightly bruises on his body were inexplicably added. Divided into manliness, Lin Moxin dissipated his qi and began to show signs of stagnation again.
He absolutely does not admit that he will be jealous of Han Xiaoren's figure!
"I'm holding your shoulders, you push yourself."
Hold your shoulders ...
Hard ...
Han Xun's riding seat appeared very discordant, and a strange blush appeared on Junmei's face. Suddenly, two slightly cool hands with a slightly rough hand on his shoulder, he only felt that something in his head was banging The sound exploded, the heart beat like thunder, and the whole body of blood seemed to boil.
Lin Mo took a shower in the afternoon, and the smell of inferior soap remained on her body, but Han Xun thought that the smell was 100 times more enticing than the perfume of the country f. Slightly raised his head, he opened his collar through Lin Mo and saw his delicate collarbone, light-colored spots on the snow-white skin ...
"Guru" subconsciously swallowed the saliva, and finally moved away the eyeballs that were almost sticky, and followed Lin Mo's arms, sitting slowly.
Lin Mo put the spoon in the lunch box and handed it in front of him. He lifted his hand vigorously and shook his fingers when he reached the edge of the lunch box.
"Forget it, I'll feed you." Lin Mo didn't have a good air.
Han Xun got cheap and sold well, and his heart was happy, and he pretended to be reluctant: "This is your request, not my beg."
Do n’t be so bright with your skills! Han Xiaoren, are you awkward and die?
"... Can I beg you to do it?" Lin Mo said, "gritting his teeth." If he had n’t watched his life for so long, he would take care of me for so long. Lao Tzu let him die and loved eating or not!
Han Xun's little man tickled the corner of his mouth, revealing a hateful "Uncle" face: "Precise." Whether it is in a strange dream or in reality, he still likes Lin Xiaomo's hairy look, seeing that he wants to breathe fire and be strong Hold on, his eyes are much brighter than usual, and he is much more lovely than when he is calm and indifferent.
Han Xiaoren's bad taste, Lin Mo could not understand it in his whole life.
He finally managed not to cover the lunch box directly on his head, holding a breath and scooping a spoonful of soup to Han Xun's mouth. Han Xun took the spoon and drank it into his mouth. After chewing, it was salty and soft, and it tasted good, but, "It's too hot, blow it to me."
Lin Mo would not accommodate him, and scooped another spoonful to his lips: "You blow it yourself."
Han Xiaoren is not so easy to compromise, he frowned slightly, and ‘Da Yi awe-inspiring’ pointed out:
Soup will drip on the quilt.

"..."
What Lin Mo can say, he can only withdraw the spoon and blow it into his mouth. Han Xun was finally satisfied, drinking soup bit by bit, and his eyes rolled from corner to corner of Lin Mo's face from time to time. The more he looked, the better his mood. It was obviously salty pork rib soup, and he stunned him with honey.
After drinking the soup, the nurse came over to remove the empty infusion bottle. Han Xun lay down for a while, poking his things with half-clawed claws. Lin Mo said, "I want to go to the toilet."
Lin Mo: "..."
"A little, I can't hold it anymore."
"... then you can solve it on the spot."
Han Xun's voice increased by five degrees: "Cousin, obviously you vowed to take care of me, why did you change your mind again? How can a man be faithful like a woman?"
The ward was very quiet, and Han Xun's voice was not loud, but everyone in the ward heard it, and everyone looked over. Lin Mo could n’t wait to throw Han Xiaoren downstairs, the dog could n’t change to eat Xiang bastard, even if he lived for another lifetime, he still hated it! When you are ill, see how I settle accounts with you!
Lin Moyin looked at his face and helped Han Xun get out of bed. Han Xiaoren wanted to take the opportunity to put on a hand and hurt his feet and wipe some oil, but he was a little bit reluctant to see Lin Mo's full body shorter than him.
Han Xiaoren no longer ‘causes’, Lin Mo smoothly helped him to the men ’s toilet in the hallway. Han Xun ’s thick skinned face was also embarrassed to ask Lin Mo to help him untie his trousers and pull out the bird. Of course, if he didn't want to say that it was absolutely deceiving, he was afraid that if Lin Xiaomo clumsily reached his second child, and then the second child reacted disobediently, he would lose his face. The embarrassment is small, if Lin Xiaomo scared away, it would be a big loss.
The strange dream he had always had was intermittent, and he repeatedly "replayed" more than half of the time after he spent time with Lin Xiaomo. The dream would always wake up when he saw a desolate graveyard, through the fragments of the dream, He knew that in fact, he didn't turn Lin Xiaomo to his hand from beginning to end.
Therefore, he only wakes up and pretends to have amnesia for the first time.
No matter how much he likes his ‘dream lover’, it is a dream after all. Before seeing Lin Mo, he ca n’t even remember how he looks like the one he loves.
Qiguang Luli dream turned into reality, making him unable to distinguish between love or obsession with the dream lover standing in front of him alive, he eager to find out, eager to integrate into his life and understand everything about him.
Leaving aside the strange dream that has been entangled with him for six years, he has met Lin Mo for less than six hours, but Lin Mo has brought him a sense of familiarity far more than people who have known him for six years or more. He likes him from the heart, wants to be close to him, wants to tease him, he can't wait to put all the beautiful words on him one by one.
But Lin Mo is not perfect, he will be angry with him, impatient, helpless, be stupid to be deceived by him, he will not dress up, wear cheap ugly clothes, hairstyle Tula Baji, there are still many secrets hidden in his body, There are still many things waiting for him to discover ... However, it is these imperfections that make him feel that all this is true, Lin Mo is true, he thought that he would transfer the inexplicable and distorted love to a "phantom" to the deity. It's hard. But in fact, he found everything to be so natural. When Lin Mo approached him, his heart beat like a drum. He felt that even the inferior soap and fragrance on his body were far superior to any expensive perfumes made by any master in the world.
People can use various excuses to deceive their ideas, but no matter how good the reason is, they can't deceive instinct.
He likes Lin Mo and likes this young boy who is always amused by him in reality. This time, he met him earlier than Chen Junxi, and he will definitely get him! Whether it is a person or a heart!
"I'm fine." Han Xunli took care of his pants and turned to Lin Mo with difficulty.
"Oh." Lin Mo leaned forward to support his arm, watching his torn ripped trousers. His upper body frowned. Go and buy him some laundry for a while.
Although his legs hurt every time he took a step, Han Xun still felt that he had never been so happy.
This feeling of happiness did not last long. After returning to the ward, Lin Mo helped him to lie down, poured water on him, let him take medicine, and then said to him: "My dad was hospitalized upstairs, and his legs and feet were inconvenient. In the evening, I need to stay there to take care of him. You should take a break early. If you feel uncomfortable, please ring the doctor and nurse in time. I will tell them later and let them pay more attention to your situation. "
This, this is a thunderbolt!
Han Xiaoren wanted to say, 'My legs and feet are inconvenient', but he is not indistinguishable from the others. Recalling that Lin Mo took an ambulance in the afternoon, he frowned slightly and asked with concern, "Dad, what happened to him? is it serious?"
"That's my dad, thank you."
"But I can't remember what I should call my father. Are you not my cousin? Is your father different from my father? Let's stop being entangled in your name. You haven't told your father what happened."
Do n’t you yell a dad so well!
"First of all, I said that I am not your cousin. Secondly, my father is not your father. Don't shout so smoothly. My father is not as old as you." Lin Mo seriously doubted the truth of Han Xun's amnesia.
"Then what do you call me dad?"
"……uncle."
"Oh. What the is that sick, uncle?"
"My dad broke his leg at the beginning of the year. He was unwell in the past two days, and I brought him over for an examination."
"That's all right?"
"Fortunately, the doctor said he needed to stay in the hospital for a few days."
"That's good, wait for my legs to get better, can you take me to see my uncle?" Han Xun decided to pretend: "Maybe I can see what he can start from seeing him."
"He doesn't know you, I didn't say that, there is no relative relationship between us? You give me a good illness, don't toss and don't trouble me, otherwise I will tell you the real relatives to take you back, you understand? "Lin Mo showed the killer.
"... Understood." Han Xun nodded reluctantly, and then asked, "Where do you live?"
"What are you asking about this?"
"In case you left me and ran away, I'll find you." Han Xun looked at Lin Mo seriously, deliberately lonely with two points in his voice, and reluctant to rely on three points.
Lin Mo really softened, "I can do it, I can't run. If my dad is fine at night, I will come to see you again."
Han Xun nodded in satisfaction, and when Lin Mo left, he immediately got up from the bed, and his movements were like a cloud of water, and he didn't see any stagnation at all. The two patients and their families next to him opened their mouths and looked at him like a monster. After a glance at them, all of them shut their mouths shut.
"Where can I make a call here?" He didn't want to be disturbed when he went out today, and he left his mobile phone in the hotel without bringing it. Although it was troublesome to call at this time, it was fortunate that in case Lin Xiaomo would find his mobile phone, Maybe he had already notified his family, then how can he still pretend.
The other people in the ward looked at each other, and a middle-aged man under pressure faced him in a non-standard Mandarin: "There is a public phone at the canteen outside the hospital."
"Okay, thank you."
"No, no." The middle-aged man replied repeatedly.
Han Xun opened the drawer, took out his wallet, pinched his hand, and left the ward. Every time the next staircase, the leg injury will be pulled, and a serious injury on the left leg looms red, but this pain is nothing to him at all.
The canteen was next to the inpatient department. Han Xun waited for two people before it was his turn. He dialed several telephones one after another, and explained all the matters clearly, no matter how the bodyguards wailed, how to hang up the phone, pay After paying the money, he limped back to the ward and lay down, thinking that Lin Mo must come, but probably because of the drug, he fell asleep waiting to wait.
Lin Jian lost a day of fluids and took medicine again. Now he is much better, his face is not as pale as noon, and his right leg is still a little painful, but much better than before.
Lin Mo sat next to him and meditated on how to talk to his family about Han Xun. There was no expression on his face. Lin Jian thought he was still angry and hesitated and said, "Mo Mo, this time it was Dad's mistake, don't you Are you angry with Dad? "
Lin Jianwai was soft and stubborn, and he was very stubborn. When Lin Mo rarely saw him in a soft suit, he looked at his father and said that he was apologetic. I was angry that I didn't find out that you were unwell in time, nor did I know that you were being bullied in Xiaoshu School. I always felt that I could work hard and earn money on my own, so that you can live a stable and happy life. It was only at the end of my life that I found that I still did too little, or not enough. "Lin Mo said these words not only in this life, but also because of regrets in the previous life.
When Lin Jian heard it, he felt guilty. In these days, Mo Mo used his young shoulders to carry the family life, and he, as the head of the family, what did he do? Mo Mo assumed that he should be held responsible. Not only did he fail to help, but he also caused trouble for him.
But he couldn't move now. In addition to feeding a few chickens at home and pre-reading homework for the little book, what else could he do?
"Mo Mo, you have done enough and you are good enough. These responsibilities should be borne by Dad, and Dad is sorry for you. When I go back this time, I will definitely get well and wait for my legs to go, I will go to the store to help you, Ok? "
Lin Mo knew that if he only gave Dad peace of mind to recuperate, he would not be able to calm his heart at all. As soon as he walks hurriedly, the injury will happen again sooner or later. A good way is to let him do something.
"Actually, my father's house can help me."
Lin Jian's eyes lit up and he quickly asked, "What do you do?"
"When I go back this time, I will teach you to make dumplings. If you learn how to make dumplings at home, wrap up the freezer. I will sell more dumplings in the evening."
"Then, will you be too busy?"
"If you are too busy, you can invite people, and make more money than asking for money." Some time ago, Lao Du had promised to leave the door of his small shop on West Street at night and let Lin Mo set the table. Lin Mo's house is more than doubled, and the outside is very spacious. It can put eight small tables for four people. In this way, even if you add another dumpling, you are not afraid of customers having no place to sit.
Selling dumplings was Lin Mo ’s temporary intention. He did n’t plan to make much money on it. He just hoped that his father would have a sustenance.
Hearing that there was something to do, Lin Jian was energetic and could not wait to be discharged from the hospital immediately: "Well, when you get home, you will teach me to make dumplings, but what about the freezer? There is only one in your store and you have to use it every day. what."
"I asked Uncle Du to help me get a second-hand from the ice cream factory. It didn't cost much." Although Du Du mainly deals in stationery, he knows a lot of people. Helped him a lot. The freezer in Lin Moxian's shop was where he helped buy second-hand goods from the ice cream factory. 80%, it only cost more than 700 yuan, which was very cheap.
Lin Jian took a salary of four to five hundred yuan a month before, and now his son can earn tens of thousands a month, which opened his eyes and became more convinced of his son's ability. Now that his son says he has money to make, he can do things again, so buy another freezer and buy one.
"Yes, you all listen to you." The son has a good life. Although it is not what he expected to study in the university, Lin Jian is still very happy.
Seeing that Dad was in a good mood, Lin Mo planned to take the opportunity to tell him about Han Xun's affairs: "Dad, I still have something to tell you."
The author has something to say: Fatty One, visually there is only one in these two days. If it can break out on the weekend, just double it, ah, love you, the genuine ones ~~~
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