Volume 3 Winter Solstice Chapter 70 Rebellion
"I feel like I've been overworking my brain lately. I need to eat some walnuts to replenish my energy. I didn't sleep last night and I've been busy till now. After all, I'm getting old and I can't hold on any longer."
Jiang You lowered his hands and yawned, then he stood up and leaned against the door, took out his phone, and opened the food delivery app. "At this time, the milk tea shop should be closed... Hey, this one is still open. The delivery fee is too expensive starting at night. Do you want to drink? Let's get a discount. Yang Xuan is almost here, so let's order three cups."
Jiang Mo walked into the store.
He walked to the counter, pulled the wooden sword from Tang Butian's hand, and held it horizontally in front of him.
Spider silk was wrapped around the blade of the wooden sword.
A spot of red deep in the pupil lit up.
"Don't mess it up ." Jiang You said.
Jiang Mo turned his head and looked at Jiang You. After a few seconds, he let go of his hand, and the wooden sword fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and stopped beside the long table.
"I'm a little concerned about that Mr. Hu," Jiang You put his phone in his pocket. He yawned again, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes and said, "You swallowed too fast that day."
The glasses fell from his hands to the ground .
He squinted his eyes and saw Jiang Mo staggering on the stairs.
He picked up his glasses, shook his head and sighed, "The other way around, the other way around!"
Yang Xuan got out of the taxi.
She was wearing a flannel hat and a scarf. The scarf covered the lower half of her face, leaving only her two eyes exposed.
When she walked to the door of the insect house and was about to look for her cell phone, the door opened.
She subconsciously took a step back, and then she saw Jiang You sitting on the steps waving at her, with a plastic bag next to him.
She patted her chest and walked in.
I heard the sound of the courtyard door closing.
She turned around and took a look, then heard Jiang You's voice, "Come on, I bought milk tea."
Jiang You stood up.
When Yang Xuan walked up to him, he stuffed a cup of hot milk tea into her hand.
Yang Xuan pulled down her scarf and asked, "What happened? I came out without telling Brother Huan."
"What's wrong with him?"
"It was about Panjin, and then the fans of 123 were fighting for their rights. I had uninstalled the account on Weibo," Yang Xuan inserted the straw into the cup of milk tea and took a sip of it. "Bi Ying accompanied me in that live broadcast. Several of her fans came to my dormitory to find me, saying that Bi Ying helped me when I was in the most difficult time, and now I should help her too."
Yang Xuan took a breath and looked into the store. "What's that smell?"
"Let's go in and talk."
Jiang You took Yang Xuan into the store. When they reached the counter, Yang Xuan saw Tang Butian unconscious on a soft chair. "What happened to her? What did you do to her?"
"What are you talking about?" Jiang You glared at Yang Xuan. "There's a mission tonight, and I have to take some responsibility. Help her wipe her body and re-bandage her wound later."
"Don't you need to go to the hospital?"
“Not very suitable.”
"She's badly injured, I'm afraid..."
"Given her physical condition, she will be able to walk tomorrow."
"Is that so?" Yang Xuan looked at Jiang You suspiciously.
"Do you know what sword cultivation is? A human-shaped nuclear bomb."
"Then I 'll give it a try." Yang Xuan agreed.
Jiang You picked up Tang Butian again, carried her upstairs and laid her flat on the workbench.
He reached out and brushed the hair off her face. His fingers rested on her forehead for a moment. Then he turned to Yang Xuan and pointed to the first aid kit. "Thank you for your hard work. I'm downstairs."
"Okay, okay..."
Yang Xuan watched Jiang You walk down the stairs.
She took a sip of milk tea and put the cup aside. She opened the first aid kit, took a look, took out the gauze and bandage, walked to the workbench, lowered her head, took a deep breath, found the zipper on the waist of the cashmere skirt, and after pulling it open, she thought for a while, took out a pair of scissors from the first aid kit, and directly cut the cashmere skirt on Tang Butian.
"Jiang, Jiang You!"
"What are you doing, MSG?" Jiang You bent down, picked up the wooden sword on the ground and put it on the long table.
"She was all blood inside."
"Cut the bandage, clean it with rubbing alcohol, and wrap it up again."
"Okay, okay."
Yang Xuan cut the bandage.
Jiang You pulled out the soft chair and removed the blood-stained cushion and backrest. "How is the wound?"
"Some of them have healed. The wounds are so small and dense. What hurt her?"
“The unconventional ones.”
"The wound on my abdomen is still bleeding. What should I do?"
"There is quick-acting hemostatic powder in the first aid kit. Apply some on it, get some gauze, and then wrap it with a bandage." Jiang You walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found two eggs and a bag of frozen wontons.
"Okay, I'll look for it." Yang Xuan found the hemostatic powder.
After more than half an hour, Yang Xuan finally succeeded in wrapping Tang Butian into a mummy.
Jiang You went upstairs and carried Tang Butian to his room. He put her on the bed and covered her with a blanket. "Please take care of her tonight and sleep next to her."
"no problem."
"I made some wontons. Would you like some?"
Jiang You saw the struggling expression on Yang Xuan's face, so he said, "Shepherd's purse and meat, small wontons, not much oil."
"Then I'll eat a few." Yang Xuan said.
They went downstairs.
After washing her hands, Yang Xuan sat down at the long table, and Jiang You brought out two bowls of wontons.
White porcelain soup bowl.
There is a little seaweed and some egg flowers floating on the soup.
Yang Xuan scooped up a small wonton with a spoon and took a bite. "It's quite delicious. Did you make it?"
"Frozen, bought from the supermarket."
Jiang You took a sip of soup from the bowl, "Biying fans blocked you, what happened later?"
"I was very confused at that time. Everyone had gone home for the New Year, and I was surrounded by them."
"When will you be home?"
"On the flight the day after tomorrow, I was surrounded. I didn't know what to say. I felt really uncomfortable listening to them. Then Brother Huan came over and saw me, and he pulled me away," Yang Xuan looked at Jiang You. "I, I think the Bi Ying in the eyes of the fans and the Bi Ying I know are actually two different people. I'm not saying that Bi Ying is bad, but..."
Jiang You quickly ate a bowl of wontons. "As for idol, even though you are Yang Xuan, you don't have the right to define and explain yourself. Do you understand?"
"What do you mean?" Yang Xuan looked at Jiang You in confusion.
She took off her hat. Her hair hadn't been dyed for some time, so the roots were black.
"What your fans see is the persona and label your company has given you. It is the person that your big fans have shaped. They are the authorities in the fan circle, well-informed, and have the right to interpret your behavior, your expressions, and the inner meaning of your Weibo posts. Look at the monotheistic religion next door, which is constantly splitting, fighting, and reforming. What they are fighting for is the right to interpret God."
Yang Xuan was confused and said, "But I am who I am."
Jiang You smiled. He looked at Yang Xuan and pinched her cheek. "Yeah, it's you. You've really lost weight."
