Senior Sister Salt Department is Only Sweet To Me

On a deep winter day, the air is full of the smell of ice slag. Standing in the corridor, a howling wind blows in from the window from time to time.

Shen Muyang paused, walked in obediently, closed the door, and locked the piercing chill outside.

The room was still warm, and the school's funds had always been sufficient. The heating of the air conditioner was coming in, and the alternation of hot and cold made Shen Muyang sneezed.

"Senior sister, your hand." She sniffed, approached Meng Han's gaze, and moved her gaze to Meng Han's left hand dripping blood on the side of the chair.

"Wait a minute." Meng Han seemed to realize that there was something wrong with him, so he left a sentence and turned to the sink in the corner.

Shen Muyang's heart tightened, and she chased after him and shouted, "No, it will be infected!"

Then she saw Meng Han take out a bottle of transparent liquid from the white wooden locker under the sink, marked with 75% ethanol.

Meng Han looked back at her with a complicated look, ".It's disinfectant."

Not tap water.

Shen Muyang is embarrassed.

She now also knows that it is disinfectant water. She studied science in her previous life and used it frequently for experiments in high school.

But whoever sees a wounded man running to the sink to treat the wound lightly and calmly, everyone will subconsciously think that the other party is too reckless.

There are some people who don't pay much attention to wound infection, and they just flush it with water whenever they bleed, especially young boys who think they are very informal, but in the end, the small wound becomes pus and festering.

Who would have thought that there would be something like disinfectant in the locker of a piano room?

Being stupid, Shen Muyang was much more cautious and shut up obediently.

She saw Meng Han holding the disinfectant in one hand and pouring it directly on the injured hand. The bright red blood stains and alcohol were diluted into blood, and smashed into the pool in a series.

There was no expression in the whole process, but the moment the alcohol just touched it, he frowned.

Shen Muyang recalled that in the infirmary during the sports meeting, she was treated by the doctor with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol to treat the wound, and it was so painful that she almost kicked the doctor over.

Compared to Meng Han's calm and calm attitude, his face is quite hot, but can Senior Sister really stand up to drinking alcohol like this?

Xu Shi noticed that her eyes had been glued to the wound on his hand, Meng Han broke the silence, "Why did you come to me all of a sudden?"

As he spoke, he twisted the cap on the bottle, bent down, stuffed it into the cabinet, and took out a bundle of gauze.

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Shen Muyang had to sigh that she still underestimated the thoughtfulness and meticulousness of the school.

"Oh." When Meng Han mentioned it, Shen Muyang thought about it.

But she just saw the moment like Meng Han, the moment when Meng Han, who had always been accustomed to the affairs of the campus, lost control. At this time, she felt that the fact that her grades improved by a few rankings was really nothing, and she was a little embarrassed. Just for this to disturb others, "That is, because of the encouragement of my senior sister last time, my final exam grade ranking has improved from 26 last time to 18 this time, so I came over to share my joy with my senior sister."

The little girl's voice was soft and waxy, how could she be so embarrassed when she said something good?

Also, it was because of her encouragement that she got such a result?

The corners of Meng Han's lips bent down, how much this girl likes her to have anything to do with her, obviously it can only be because of her own efforts.

"Congratulations." Meng Han wrapped the gauze around his left hand in circles, making quick movements. At the end, he straightened it with a swipe and made a firm knot dexterously.

At the same time, I saw the girl standing beside her frown fiercely because of her straightening force.

It was as if the energy was being used on her, and it was her who was hurting.

Meng Han put his hand down, raised his eyebrows and looked down at her.

"Can I have a look?" The little girl's eyes were still following her hand, but she didn't realize that she had already dealt with the matter, and was standing here looking at her.

In fact, Meng Han didn't care much about this kind of small injury. She had a calm temper. As long as there were no scars, the pain wasn't that much.

But the girl seems to care.

She raised her left hand and spread it out in front of the girl.

The gauze has already covered the palm of the hand tightly, and the white flowers are covered with white flowers, and it is impossible to see inside.

The girl's eyes were wide open, as if she was about to see through the gauze. After a few seconds, she might really understand that she couldn't see anything. She blinked her deer eyes and looked over with some distress, "Does it still hurt?"

Meng Han was about to withdraw his hand, looking at her clean eyes, he said something mysteriously, "It hurts."

Then the girl's brow wrinkled even more, she tentatively stretched out her hand, this time without asking Meng Han, she gently and slowly supported the hand from Meng Han's hands.

Seeing that she was not displeased, Shen Muyang bent down, leaned close to her, and began to blow carefully, muttering while blowing, "Blowing, blowing senpai won't hurt anymore."

Meng Han's heart beat violently for no reason.

There was a thin cool breath from the palm of the hand, but because of the gauze wrapped around it, the wound could not feel anything, but the exposed fingers were itchy after being blown like this.

In this way, the hands of the two are entangled. Shen Muyang's hands are smaller than hers, but they are also of the slender type, white and tender, and each one is extremely cute.

It's been a long time, maybe it's not too long, but this attitude is a bit strange.

Meng Han never thought that one day she would be in the piano room, when there was no one around, and a primary school girl would hold her hand and blow carefully like this.

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Why do you think this scene is weird?

Meng Han sighed, the longer it went on, the more he felt an involuntary tingling in his fingers, which was strange. The girl's fingers were soft and sticking to her skin, and the space was terribly silent.

Meng Han twitched his hand, and Shen Muyang immediately looked over in confusion.

She turned around and coughed softly, not knowing what she was covering, "It's alright."

"oh oh."

"Right." Meng Han was shaken by the girl's hand for a long time, suddenly remembered something, and hurried a few steps to the shelf next to the piano.

She took out a light brown paper bag from her schoolbag, and then waved to Shen Muyang.

"give you."

"Ah?" Shen Muyang was a little stunned, why did she suddenly give her a gift?

"Take it as an apology for scaring our first love junior."

"Ah, thank you!" Shen Muyang naturally knew that she was talking nonsense, could she still predict that she would come to her at this moment, and even bring a gift in her bag.

However, since Senior Sister Meng Han said to send her, of course she happily accepted it.

Inside is a pair of light pink gloves, very plain, without any pattern, more like Meng Han's aesthetic style, but this pink is very dreamy, which is very contradictory, Meng Han would not use such a thing.

Thinking about it, it was a gift from someone who Meng Han received. He couldn't use it himself, so he borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha.

Shen Muyang didn't mind if Meng Han didn't want it. The glove felt soft to the touch. When he stretched his fingers inside, there was a light layer of fur. Palm face is a bit wrong? Flip your palms over.

Shen Muyang was delighted. From each finger to the palm, there were small **** of thread specially designed to increase friction, which were very small.

This is simply tailor-made for her!

How convenient, safe and warm to ride every day.

Seeing that Shen Muyang put the gloves on his hands and turned it over and over, and couldn't put it down, Meng Han's eyes were bent.

"Sister, I like it!"

Meng Han didn't ask her, but the girl spontaneously raised her head to express her love to her.

"Ok."

Meng Han nodded, his eyes were still half closed, and a cloud of ink was entangled.

This pair of gloves has actually been bought for a while.

At that time, she and Lu Junxi went shopping.

In the accessories section of a store, Lu Junxi stopped and picked out gloves, saying that it was a special style, and she wanted to buy a pair for her little cousin, "That little devil is day and night, and he has to be himself every day. Ride to school, don't let the family drive, and be handsome, you know? In such a cold day, I don't know, my fingers are red and cracked, where is the handsome."

"This glove is quite famous. It's specially designed for people to ride a bike. It doesn't affect his riding and keeps him warm. I'll pick one that looks cool. When the time comes, I will coax him to wear it, and my aunt and uncle will worry all day long."

She couldn't help but think of that morning when she wanted to go to the breakfast stall on a whim to meet an elementary school girl, but they didn't go to breakfast that day, leaving her alone to eat the cold wind in the morning, the tragic morning when she was able to hold back. .

At that time, when the elementary school girl was passing by, she was riding a bicycle, and in just a few seconds, she was busy covering her hands to warm the air, and her small hands were also red from the cold on a winter morning.

That's a girl, and her hands are even more delicate. Even Lu Junxi's little cousin, the devil king of the world, has a heartache to buy gloves. Why doesn't her elementary school girl have it?

"Your cousin rides a bicycle?"

"No, he called that thing a heavy motorcycle. Anyway, it looks like an ugly broken motorcycle in my opinion."

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Well, the equipment is better than her elementary school sister's, at least people don't have to step on it hard.

Meng Han flipped through the women's showcase next to him, and he was actually very kind and considerate, pink and tender, cute and girly.

She remembered that the girl's little bicycle was also pink, and it must be a good match.

When Lu Junxi saw it, she was very surprised, "Isn't it, the school flower has returned to the original intention of a girl? I'm too embarrassed to wear such a pink thing!"

After hearing this, Meng Han paid the money to buy it as usual, and didn't feel uncomfortable at all, "Well, the girl who matches me is very good at first."

The author has something to say: Question: What is the original intention of Meng Han as a girl?

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