Of course, Yan Shuixin was aware that he was the one who threw the straws over the corner he used as a toilet.
Xiao Yeheng was so ashamed that he wanted to die, his half-disfigured face sank immediately, his whole body was like an ice cave, and the cold air was blowing out.
Yan Shuixin understood him very well. Through the original book, she also knew what was going on.
The other cells have a covered bucket in the corner. A handyman surnamed Zhao pushed the dung truck to collect toilet load once every three days.
Handyman Zhao was lazy and didn't go into the cell to collect them. Instead, he asked the inmates to carry the bucket to the alley outside the cell's iron railings, and made them dump the bucket into the dung truck by themselves.
Inmates in other cells could pour buckets, but Xiao Yeheng's left leg was broken and the injury was serious. He couldn't stand up, so naturally it was impossible to carry buckets over to empty it.
Handyman Zhao was too lazy to carry the bucket every time he entered the prison, so a few days ago, he took the bucket from Xiao Yeheng's cell.
Although the book did not describe how Xiao Yeheng solved the toilet problem. Yan Shuixin guessed that at first he dragged his injured leg to the corner of the cell to defecate, and then covered it with some straws to make it more hygienic.
It is estimated that two days ago, he was so injured that he couldn't move anymore, so he lost control of his pants.
A faint distress spread into Yan Shuixin's heart. Maybe it was because he was so miserable that she couldn't bear it.
She treated it as ordinary garbage, wrapped the piles of dried poop in straw and threw them into the dustpan.
The entire cell was swept clean at a fast speed. Even the dirty straws were thrown away, and the clean ones were kept for use.
"May I help you to bed?" Yan Shuixin asked him. If he continued to lie on the ground, it would be inconvenient for her to wash the ground.
The only furniture in the cell was a plank bed against the wall, without bedding on it, just a bare plank supported by four wooden legs.
Fortunately, it's just the beginning of summer, otherwise, it would been unbearable.
Xiao Yeheng nodded.
Yan Shuixin walked to his side, grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder, using herself as a support point, he stood up.
Even though Xiao Yeheng ate a handful of melon seeds and relieved a little bit of hunger, he was still so seriously injured that he was so weak that he could only hold her for support. He was unable to stand on one foot, so his whole body seemed to be hanging on her body.
Looping around her shoulders, he realized that she was really thin, her shoulders were thin and weak, her waist was restrained, and her bones were so slender.
A faint pity lingered on his cold heart.
He thought that if he could still go out, he would definitely let her live a good life.
It's a pity that he and she are destined to die in this fatal prison.
Yan Shuixin helped him lie on the wooden bed, turned around and picked up a wet towel to wipe the cell several times, and then went to fetch more water from the well.
Taking advantage of the moment, she quietly put Xiao Yeheng's soiled outer pants and boxer shorts in the dustpan, covered them with garbage, and took them out.
In the utility room, she quickly washed his dirty pants with water from the bucket. hanged them behind the door.
She returned to the cell with a bucket and washed the ground several times before the cell was completely clean.
The smell in the air became cleaner.
Xiao Yeheng just watched her toss around in the cell, his thick black brows furrowed deeply without knowing when.
As soon as Yan Shuixin cleaned up the cell she shared with Xiao Yeheng, she also swept clean the long corridor outside the public cell without stopping.
She was so tired that she could hardly stand up straight. Working while hungry is really not easy.
The sweeping tools were neatly arranged.
The trousers that had previously hung in the back of the utility room were no longer dripping.
She twisted it into a ball and put it in her sleeve pocket, and walked wearily into the cell door.
Xiao Yeheng laid on the wooden bed, and saw her tired steps. He wanted to get up to help her, but found that he hardly had the strength to move.
Why would he want to help her?
A woman who just wanted to humiliate him! Before, she still thought the prison reeked in front of the jailer.
But then again, if she hadn't said so, she wouldn't have had the chance to clean the cell.
Bright light shone into the prison from the window, the clean floor no longer had a bad smell, and the air became much fresher.
He can't blame her for the stinking words in front of the jailer, but he should rather praise her for being smart.
Yan Shuixin didn't know what Xiao Yeheng was thinking, so she went straight to the bed where he was sleeping, and took out the folded trousers from the sleeve pocket.
Xiao Yeheng took it, and found that it was his outer pants and boxer shorts, although they were half wet, she had already washed them clean.
He saw her throw them into the dustpan earlier, and thought she was going to dispose of them for being dirty.
How could Yan Shuixin throw his pants? After all, there was no change of laundry at all. The original book did not say whether the prisoner had a change of clothes.
Even if there is, it must be rare, so throwing away and letting Xiao Yeheng run naked, would be a serious crime.
Xiao Yeheng was just worrying, it took half a month for prisoners to change into a prison uniform, and the previous prison uniform was changed three days ago.
If he had no trousers on, he would have to cover his lower body with an inner shirt for twelve days before he could change clothes.
It was very kind of her to wash and bring back his trousers.
A touch of emotion gurgled in his heart, like a trickle of water flowing through a gap, overflowing with a little bit of warmth.
Xiao Yeheng wanted to put on the wet pants, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his feet.
Yan Shuixin said aloud, "Wait until the pants are dry before wearing them? Wearing wet ones will make you sick easily."
"I don't know when I will die." Xiao Yeheng felt that he would not survive twelve days, and said coldly, "I don't want to die without clothes."
She frowned and said with certainty, "You won't die."
He sneered, "How do you know that?"
In the book, he was so desperate that he cut off his pus-rotten left leg, so that he wouldn't die. Thinking this way in her heart, Yan Shuixin said, "I just don't want you to die."
"Really?" With a sullen face, he obviously didn't believe it.
But thinking about how she took care of him, maybe... She really wanted him to live?
For some reason, after guessing her intentions, he who had already lost all hope, seemed to slowly rise from the darkness.
"Pants have to be put back on." Xiao Yeheng said in an affirmative tone without explaining too much.
Yan Shuixin suddenly remembered that in the original book, there was a jailer named Chen Zhong in the prison.
Although Xiao Yeheng was disfigured and crippled, his skin was quite fair when he didn't wear pants. If that jailer happened to come over, it would be really dangerous.
Being uncomfortable in half-wet pants is nothing compared to being spotted by the jailer.
Shuixin immediately shook off his trousers, and raised his hand to lift off the inner shirt covering his lower body.
What came into view was his white and slender right leg, and half of his swollen left leg.
Maybe it was because his left leg was so badly injured that she didn't have the heart to care about the unspeakable parts.
She quickly lifted his right legs, put the boxer shorts over the ankle, and pulled it up. When she reached his swollen left leg, she became extremely cautious in her movements.
Xiao Yeheng felt skin-to-skin contact as her little hand elevated his leg, which made his heart itch a little, and he truly wanted to hold her little hand. He gently clenched the hand on his side.
No matter how careful Yan Shuixin was, she still touched the wound on his left leg.
He gritted his teeth and couldn't even catch his breath.
She really admired his pain tolerance. If it were her, there was no guarantee that she would not yell.
Quickly helped him put on the boxer shorts and outer pants, Yan Shuixin saw the wet pants sticking to his legs, she was afraid that he would get sick.
Looking up at the sunlight coming in from the small window on the wall, and the part of the wet ground where the light has shined on has been dried by the sun.
Shuixin thought to herself, if the bed was moved there, she would be too tired to move it now, not to mention, if the cell bed placed by the jailer was moved, it might cause trouble.
The prison cell is no better than the outside, it is difficult to survive.
Yan Shuixin sat on the bed, and poked his shoulder, she didn't bother to ask Xiao Yeheng, "My lord, I'll carry you to the sun."
Xiao Yeheng stared at her, "No need..."
Before he finished refusing, she pulled him up from the lying position, put his two arms on her shoulders, and stood up with him on her back.
He was skinny and not very heavy.
Although she was very tired, she just walked a few meters with him on her back, and it was fine.
Xiao Yeheng felt her little hands supporting his buttocks, and a faint redness flashed across his half-disfigured face.
Yan Shuixin put him down when she reached the place where the straws had spread in the middle of the cell.
Xiao Yeheng sat on the straws, watching her fall so tired that she sat next to him. Beads of sweat rolled from her forehead, and she lifted her sleeves to wipe the sweat.
The sun was shining on her face, and he felt that even though her face was full of acne, her gestures were elegant and beautiful.
She turned her head, saw him staring at her blankly, and asked, "Is there something on my face?"
He took a breath, and then said as calmly as possible, "There is a straw in your hair."
She scratched at her hair, but didn't find any.
He kindly raised his hand to remove the finger-long straw leaf from her hair.
"Thank you." She nodded slightly at him.
"You're welcome." Cold words escaped from his lips.
Seeing that he was struggling to sit still, Yan Shuixin thoughtfully supported his back and let him lie down on the straws.
Xiao Yeheng's left leg was swollen and was in extreme pain. Perhaps because he was used to extreme pain, he was already numb.
He even felt that his body was just a shell, there would be no pain at all, anger, sorrow or joy.
Now, feeling her little hands supporting his back, that sensation... made him stiff from tension, and he couldn't help but feel soft inside.
Yan Shuixin didn't know the influence that such a simple action had on Xiao Yeheng, she was so tired that she could hardly keep her eyelids open.
She got up, went back to the bed by the wall and laid down, as if thinking of something, she said worriedly, "My lord, the straws in the prison has been spread under you, except for the piece of ground where you lay on, everything else is wet. I'll sleep on the bed to avoid the wet floor, and you sleep on the floor, where the sun can dry your pants. It's not that I abused you by making you sleep on the floor on purpose."
If she doesn't explain this clearly, perhaps this guy might think she has bad intentions. Wouldn't it be a waste of time for her to take so much effort to take care of him?