The sun seemed to come out too early on Sunday morning. Zhan Weiyang hadn’t gotten enough sleep before the sun’s rays shone in through the window and onto the bed, reflecting the pattern of the curtains on his quilt.
He slowly turned over in the quilt, stretched out a few fingers to grab the edge of the quilt, and pulled his head up into the quilt until most of his face was covered, and then his fingers slightly loosened, weakly. He was resting on the edge of the quilt and didn’t want to move.
He slept until noon and didn’t get up until Pei Qing came to wake him up.
When Zhan Weiyang got out of bed, he found that his right knee hurt more than yesterday. It hurt even when he bent it even slightly. He put on a pair of long pants and walked downstairs slowly with his right leg straight.
When his grandmother saw him walking downstairs, with a worried look on her face, she said, “Why is it worse than yesterday?”
Zhan Weiyang said, “I’m fine.”
Grandma waved to him, “Come here.”
Zhan Weiyang tried hard not to look so limp when he walked to his grandma.
Grandma was sitting on the sofa, bent down and rolled up Zhan Weiyang’s trouser legs to look at the injury on his knee. She couldn’t see if there was something wrong with it, so she had to raise her head and shout, “Qingqing.”
Pei Qing was helping Auntie Luo set the table. When he heard her call, he put the chopsticks in his hands on the dining table and walked towards them, “Grandma.”
Grandma said, “You take Yangyang to the hospital this afternoon. I’m afraid he may have broken a bone.”
Pei Qing squatted down, gently poked Zhan Weiyang’s red and swollen knees with his fingers, and then looked up at him.
Zhan Weiyang opened his eyes wide and pursed his lips, shaking his head at him.
Pei Qing asked, “Does it hurt?”
Zhan Weiyang said, “It doesn’t hurt very much.”
Pei Qing took a look at her grandma’s anxious expression and said to Zhan Weiyang, “It’s better to go to the hospital.”
Zhan Weiyang suddenly bent down, put his arms around Pei Qing’s shoulders, and whispered in his ear, “I don’t want to go to the hospital.”
Grandma’s ears were not that good as she was older, and she couldn’t hear clearly what Zhan Weiyang said.
After he finished speaking, Zhan Weiyang still held Pei Qing’s shoulders and looked at him nervously.
Pei Qing then said, “Bend your knees.”
Zhan Weiyang moved slowly, endured the pain, and squatted down. He then stood up, holding onto the sofa.
Pei Qing stood up and said to Grandma, “The bones are fine. If he breaks his bones, he won’t be able to move. Don’t worry, Grandma.”
Grandma said, “As long as his bones are not broken.”
Pei Qing said, “I will buy him some bruise-healing medicine to promote blood circulation and remove blood clots and spray it on him in the afternoon. He should be fine soon.”
Grandma nodded, “Alright then, let’s eat first.”
After lunch, Grandma and Auntie Luo saw that the weather was fine and pushed the wheelchair out for a walk in the park again.
Pei Qing went to buy medicine for Zhan Weiyang, and Zhan Weiyang was the only one left at home.
Just as Zhan Weiyang limped his way up the stairs to the second floor, he heard the sound of the doorbell downstairs. Somewhat displeased, he peeked out of the window of his room to see Chen Youyou standing at his doorstep, holding a plastic bag and looking bored as he waited for someone to answer the door.
“Chen Youyou!” Zhan Weiyang felt strange and called him from the window.
Chen Youyou waved his hand, “Hurry, come open the door.”
Zhan Weiyang said, “My knees hurt.”
Chen Youyou said, “It’s so hot.”
Zhan Weiyang said, “I just came up.”
Chen Youyou said, “Do you have ice, coke at home?”
Zhan Weiyang said, “I’ll be there. I’ll open the door for you.”
He closed the window, left the room, walked downstairs with one leg straight, holding on to the handrail, and walked over to help Chen Youyou open the door to his home.
Chen Youyou came in, grabbed his clothes, fanned himself, and handed him the plastic bag.
Zhan Weiyang lowered his head and asked, “What?”
Chen Youyou said, “Gr4p3s.”
Zhan Weiyang looked at him without knowing why.
Chen Youyou said, “I t-told my Mom that you fell and got hurt, and I’m coming to see you. My Mom asked me to buy some fruit.”
Zhan Weiyang said quickly, “Thank you, Auntie.”
Chen Youyou waved his hand, changed his shoes and walked inside. This was not the first time he came to Zhan Weiyang’s house, and he didn’t need Zhan Weiyang to lead the way. As he walked, he said, “Ice Coke, Ice Coke.”
Zhan Weiyang followed him and said, “There is no ice coke. There is ice cream.”
Chen Youyou said, “That’s fine.”
After eating an ice cream, Chen Youyou stretched his legs comfortably, half lying and half sitting on the sofa.
He casually found an excuse to go out, mainly to play games with Zhan Weiyang and to visit Zhan Weiyang’s injury. Seeing Zhan Weiyang limping, he asked in a perfunctory manner, “Is it still painful?”
Zhan Weiyang replied, “It’s okay.”
Chen Youyou said next, “Then let’s play games.”
Zhan Weiyang said, “Okay.”
The two of them were sitting on the sofa, playing mobile games as a team.
Zhan Weiyang’s gaming skills were as good as his basketball skills; in fact, he was even better than Chen Youyou, able to carry him to higher ranks in the game.
But just as they were starting their second game, Zhan Weiyang heard the sound of keys unlocking the door. He instinctively put down his phone and turned to look, and saw Pei Qing coming in from the outside with a plastic bag in his hand.
Zhan Weiyang stood up quickly and called out, “Qing ge, you are back!” He walked towards the door, remembering that Pei Qing had gone out to buy medicine for him.
Pei Qing glanced at Chen Youyou, who was focused on playing games on the sofa, then looked at Zhan Weiyang and asked, “Does it still hurt?”
When other people asked Zhan Weiyang this question, he said it didn’t hurt, but when he heard Pei Qing ask him, he subconsciously said, “It hurts.”
He felt that if he said it hurt, Pei Qing might comfort him.
Sure enough, Pei Qing reached out, touched his head, and said to him, “Go sit down, and I’ll spray you with some medicine.”
Zhan Weiyang walked to the sofa and sat down. Just as they lost this round, Chen Youyou raised his head in anger and shouted, “Zhan Weiyang!”
With a smile on his face, Zhan Weiyang said to Chen Youyou, “This is my older cousin—Pei Qing.”
Chen Youyou looked at Pei Qing, stood up for a moment, and said, “Hello, older brother cousin.”
Pei Qing smiled at him and said, “Hello.”
Zhan Weiyang stretched out his right leg and rolled up his trouser leg, his eyes filled with anticipation as he waited for Pei Qing.
Pei Qing put the plastic bag on the coffee table in the living room, squatted down, took out the bruise spray inside, lowered his head and read the instructions carefully. After a while, he unpacked the package, holding Zhan Weiyang’s calf and the other holding the spray bottle aimed at his knee; he sprayed a bit and then looked up, asking him, “Does it hurt?”
Zhan Weiyang felt that the calf he was holding was itchy, and he couldn’t help but want to move it. However, he felt nothing from the wound, so he shook his head.
Pei Qing continued to spray medicine on his knees and, at the same time, said, “Don’t keep moving; don’t go up and down the stairs.”
Zhan Weiyang said, “Oh.”
After spraying medicine on his right leg, Pei Qing asked him to roll up his left trouser leg as well and also sprayed some medicine on the minor scratch on the left side.
During this process, Chen Youyou kept looking at them with a somewhat dumbfounded expression.
Pei Qing sprayed Zhan Weiyang, put the spray cap on the coffee table in the living room, and then said, “You guys take your time and play.” After that, he walked towards the stairs.
Zhan Weiyang and Chen Youyou watched him go upstairs together.
Chen Youyou turned around and said to Zhan Weiyang, “Your older cousin is, very handsome.”
Zhan Weiyang nodded in agreement.
Chen Youyou added, “Do you think he, or Xie Ling is handsome?”
Zhan Weiyang opened his mouth and suddenly realised that there were some things he couldn’t say, and if he did, he might get points deducted. He held it in until his face turned a little red, and he closed his mouth with difficulty.
Chen Youyou said to himself, “It’s better, be the older cousin.”
Zhan Weiyang asked him, “Why?”
Chen Youyou said, “He seems, nice.”
The two played games all afternoon. Chen Youyou got up to leave when Grandma and Auntie Luo came back.
Grandma asked him to stay for dinner, but he refused to agree no matter what and said he wanted to go back, so Zhan Weiyang sent him out. He originally wanted to escort him to the gate of the neighbourhood, but Chen Youyou stopped him, saying that he was limping when he walked, so he’d better be good and stay at home.
When Zhan Weiyang came back, Auntie Luo had just entered the kitchen to prepare dinner. Grandma turned on the TV to watch TV series.
It was still a little early, so Zhan Weiyang thought of going upstairs. As he took a step onto the staircase, he suddenly remembered that Pei Qing had just told him to stop moving and not to go up and down the stairs. So he silently took his feet back and walked over to sit beside Grandma on the sofa and watched TV with her instead.
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