Chapter 44 Concern
"Brother, you...you are injured." Ling Xiaolei saw a large patch of blisters on his brother's arm, and tears instantly blurred his eyes.

"I'm fine, don't cry." Ling Xiaoguang rubbed Ling Xiaolei's head with a serious expression, "I was in the bathroom before, I used cold water to rinse it, and now it has become like this, but it will be fine after a while."

"No wonder you were gone for so long..." Ling Xiaolei suddenly blamed himself. He didn't even notice that his brother was injured while cooking for him, and he was still blaming his brother for not cooking as delicious as his stepmother's.

It's just damn right.

"I'll go get the burn ointment." Li Luo turned around and went to her room and took out the burn ointment that Ling Zhuoqun had sent to her room.

When a thick layer of white ointment was applied on the arm, a cool feeling came up, and it seemed that the pain disappeared all of a sudden.

Whenever he got burned before, he always dealt with it himself, but now, his stepmother was taking care of him so gently that he actually felt uncomfortable.

"I can do it myself." Ling Xiaoguang's tone was very firm, and to Li Luo it seemed like he was just holding on.

"Don't be so stubborn, patient. Next time you get hurt, you need to speak up, okay? Only in this way can you get the most timely treatment. Next time, I will put this medicine box in the most conspicuous place."

"There are disinfectant alcohol and tampons in it, as well as burn ointment, gauze, and Band-Aids." As he spoke, Li Luo pulled out some cotton balls and placed them on the affected area. He then cut some gauze, bandaged Ling Xiaoguang completely, and tied a beautiful bow.

It was completely different from the bandage Ling Zhuoqun had given himself.

However, Ling Zhuoqun's technique was more professional than hers, and he seemed more like someone who was often injured. Could it be that he would hurt himself while killing pigs?

"Okay, let's go eat. The injured people need to take good care of their bodies." Li Luo clapped his hands and was the first to step out of the room.

Ling Xiaolei dared to follow his brother only after he left. Seeing his brother leave with an expressionless face, Ling Xiaolei was paying full attention to him as if he was afraid that his brother would fall.

"Look at the road, don't look at me." Ling Xiaoguang reminded.

"Oh, okay." Ling Xiaolei scratched his head. His brother's eyes were still on him, so he had to listen to his elder brother.

After going downstairs, Li Luo had already gone to prepare milk powder for Yaya. Children get hungry quickly, and looking at the two bowls of plain noodles, Yaya just pointed at them and wanted to eat them.

Ling Zhuoqun sat next to the dining table, waiting for the two brothers to come over.

"Dad... do you want to eat too?" Ling Xiaolei said timidly as he looked at Ling Zhuoqun sitting in front of a bowl of noodles.

"Come here and sit down." Ling Zhuoqun patted the stool next to him.

Ling Xiaolei chose a position farther away from Ling Zhuoqun, out of respect for Ling Zhuoqun.

Ling Xiaoguang sat next to Ling Zhuoqun.

Ling Zhuoqun picked up the noodles from the bowl and handed it to Ling Xiaoguang: "Eat it."

"Dad, can I..." Before he could finish the three words "eat by myself", Ling Zhuoqun stuffed a mouthful of noodles into his mouth.

"Your hand is injured, I will take care of you." Ling Zhuoqun still looked serious.

Ling Xiaolei, who was eating noodles at the side, had an expression of disbelief on his face.

When did Father Ling become so gentle? This is not like him at all.

However, Ling Xiaolei didn't dare to complain in front of Ling Zhuoqun. He could only bite the fried eggs silently and watch the interaction between the father and son with strange eyes.

"You have to be extra careful in everything from now on, and don't keep everything in your heart."

"Fortunately, Xiao Mao discovered it in time this time. What if your arm was broken because of this small mistake?" Ling Zhuoqun spoke more for once.

"Dad, my brother will pay attention." Ling Xiaolei said weakly.

Ling Zhuoqun's eyes moved to Ling Xiaolei, who shrank his neck and continued to eat noodles. "I know, Dad, I won't do it next time." Ling Xiaoguang said seriously.

"Don't scare the child. The child is already injured. Those who know you will think you care about him. Those who don't know will think you are lecturing him." Li Luo smiled and came to the rescue of Ling Xiaoguang.

"I was worried that your right hand would be injured and it would be difficult for you to eat, so I asked your dad to feed you. If you feel uncomfortable, you can eat with your left hand for the time being."

Hearing this, Ling Xiaoguang's eating stopped for a moment.

Looking at Li Luo who was holding Yaya and feeding her milk, Ling Xiaoguang's heart ached.

Why is she so good to herself? No one has ever noticed these things, she is so careful.

"Dad, I can do it myself." Ling Xiaoguang stretched out his left hand and whispered.

"What? Did I not take good enough care of you?" Ling Zhuoqun put down his chopsticks, still with an icy face.

"No...it's just me." Ling Xiaoguang sighed, "It's okay."

I don’t know if it’s Ling Xiaoguang’s illusion, but Ling Zhuoqun seems to be caring more and more about this family and even cares about their feelings.

Is it because of... this woman?

He shook his head and decided not to think about it for the time being. However, this meant he wouldn't be able to do his homework, but he could practice writing with his left hand.

So under Ling Zhuoqun's "death stare", Ling Xiaoguang still finished his meal, then took out his homework and tried to write with his left hand.

The pencil he used was the mechanical pencil that Li Luo bought.

But no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't write properly. Even if he used his right hand, the wound would be torn if he exerted a little force.

"You don't have to do your homework. If you're worried, you can tell me how you want to write it, and I can write it for you." Li Luo looked at Damao's struggling appearance and said.

this is okay too?
Ling Xiaoguang pursed his lips. He knew that Li Luo was from the city, but he didn't know what Li Luo's level was. Now he had to do his homework for him... He was afraid that the teacher would call his parents.

He didn't want to trouble Ling Zhuoqun.

Ling Xiaoguang shook his head: "No need to bother."

"Yes, Aunt Li, you don't have to worry about my brother. His teacher really likes him. He is the best student in his class. Even if he doesn't do these homework assignments, he can still get the first place in his class."

When talking about his brother's achievements, Ling Xiaolei can only describe it as admiration.

"Then I should go to your teacher and explain the situation." Li Luo said.

Now, the two brothers scratched their heads. They had always been good kids in school and had never made any mistakes that required their parents to go to school. Now Li Luo took the initiative to ask for help, but because his brother was injured, it seemed that they could not refuse for the time being.

"I'll just go talk to the teacher tomorrow." Ling Zhuoqun suddenly appeared and said.

"You can rest at home these days, but you must take good care of your body. If you are worried about falling behind in class, you can go to school, but don't try to be stubborn and hurt yourself, okay?"

Ling Xiaoguang nodded in confusion. Was he being cared for again? And the caring expression of the woman in front of him didn't seem fake...

But he will definitely not fall behind in his studies. His only hope is that he won't have any scars on his body, otherwise his dream... will never come true.

Forget it, just take good care of your health. He also wants to stop thinking so much and be a child for a while.

(End of this chapter)