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It is actually very convenient to change the bandage on the wound on your head by yourself, just in front of the mirror, but you still have to be lazy if you can. Yu Yuan did not refuse Fu Zhixu’s kindness.
He likes the feeling of being cared for, and he also likes taking care of others.
Fu Zhixu washed his hands, found a clip from somewhere and clipped up Yu Yuan’s bangs, revealing a cute little tuft of hair on his light golden hair. Then, he carefully removed the gauze patch on his forehead with his big hand and simply cleaned it with saline solution. His movements were gentle and smooth.
”Tell me if it hurts.”
Yu Yuan hummed, but didn’t feel any pain.
One could feel that Fu Zhixu’s technique in treating the wound was very skilled, and his strength was just right, enough to clean the wound without hurting him.
This is obviously a bit “weird” for an actor.
However, he remembered that Fu Zhixu graduated from a military academy, which was probably related to this.
With nothing else to do, Yu Yuan asked directly, “Did Mr. Fu learn how to treat wounds in the military academy?”
Fu Zhixu hummed, “Then the year I graduated, I went to a backward alien planet for an ‘internship’, helping the natives there fight against some foreign enemies with ill intentions who wanted to occupy the planet. I had to treat my wounds almost every few days.”
Yu Yuan was puzzled: “But isn’t Mr. Fu an actor? Why did he apply to a military academy?”
He searched for information about Fu Zhixu and learned that he had started filming at a very young age. He continued his studies while taking on acting jobs during the holidays, and he had almost never stopped.
Logically speaking, he should have applied to an art university, so why did he apply to a military academy?
Moreover, although modern medicine is advanced and can achieve non-invasive skin regeneration and scars can be almost completely removed, skin and flesh are very important to an actor. Not to mention daily maintenance and care, at least one should avoid injuries as much as possible.
Fu Zhixu put down the cotton swab and began to prepare the ointment for him, while answering: “Because my family thinks that the military academy is the best school on the main star, and my elders also graduated from the military academy, so I must get a diploma from the military academy.”
His voice was indifferent, as if he was talking about something insignificant.
Yu Yuan: “Ah?”
He really couldn’t understand it.
Yu Yuan: “But, do you want to go to military school?”
Fu Zhixu paused for a moment. It was obvious that this matter had already passed, and it was useless to talk about it any more. He was no longer the child who could be manipulated by others. He should hide his emotions well. However, when he met the pair of eyes so close to him, he was possessed by some strange power and said the most truthful answer: “No.”
In fact, he had already decided to apply to the best art college on the main planet.
Yu Yuan angrily said: “You don’t want to, why do they ask you to go to military school?”
Because he was only seventeen years old that year and did not have the ability to successfully resist.
”Not all families will respect their children’s decisions.”
After hearing this, Yu Yuan lowered his eyes and fell silent.
Fu Zhixu thought that this sentence made him think of his family members, so he didn’t say anything else. After all, it was not a good experience. He used a cotton swab dipped in ointment to apply it to his wound.
After a while, when the ointment was almost applied, Yu Yuan suddenly said, “If it were me, I would respect Mr. Fu’s decision.”
Fu Zhixu’s heart was slightly moved.
Up to now, there are more and more people supporting him and respecting his decisions. He is no longer the child who had nothing.
But he knew in his heart that he would never get support from his so-called family in his life, and he didn’t care. At best, they would only try to rely on him after he became strong.
But these words from Yu Yuan somehow touched a string in his heart.
Is it because living together gives him a false sense of home?
Yu Yuan added: “But Mr. Fu is amazing. He studied in a military academy and is still able to achieve such success now.”
Fu Zhixu collected his thoughts and said, “I met a noble person when I was in the military academy, and I survived.”
Yu Yuan smiled knowingly, mistaking the noble person Fu Zhixu was talking about for his white moonlight, and did not ask any further questions.
Fu Zhixu had already applied medicine for him, covered the wound with a breathable gauze patch to prevent it from being scratched, and took off the small clip on his head.
Yu Yuan simply packed up the medicines and tools, then returned to the second bedroom bathroom to take a look, and found that it was indeed handled very well.
It was already dark, and Fu Zhixu returned to his room to take a shower.
It didn’t rain heavily last night and it had stopped when I got up this morning. It was cloudy all day today, with no sun and no rain.
There was no excuse to invite the little stand-in to sleep in the master bedroom tonight.
I wonder if changing his dressing at night has brought him closer…
Staring at the bathtub that had not been used for two days and the completely dissipated smell of sea salt, Fu Zhixu somehow filled most of the bathtub with water, took out a sea salt bath ball for humans, sank into the water, and started taking a bath.
Fortunately, he didn’t look carefully when he bought them and bought both models, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to use the one the mermaid uses.
It smells salty and sweet…and the taste is no different from what Yu Yuan used before.
Just when he was halfway through his bath, there was a knock on the door.
There will be no one else except Yu Yuan.
The robot butler will directly send messages to his optical computer.
Fu Zhixu immediately used his computer to call Yu Yuan.
The knocking stopped instantly.
The call was connected.
Yu Yuan’s voice rang out from the other end: “Mr. Fu, are you asleep? I learned a new song and will sing it for you.”
As soon as the words fell.
[Damn, coquettishness value +10]
Yu Yuan: “???”
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