Li Lianhua's woefully uncathartic firepoking is interrupted by the unmistakable feeling of Di Feisheng's gaze on his back, which is as unsettling as it is unfair, honestly. Who's the one barely sitting upright? Who went outside and got poisoned by ghosts in the snow? Who goes and fights ghosts in the snow? Di Feisheng had better worry about himself, instead of throwing him appraising looks.
Is he not allowed to be concerned? It's not that he wouldn't like to have that kind of unshakable confidence in their abilities, but under the circumstances it's hard not to consider all possibilities. What would he do with a permanently injured Di Feisheng in the house? What would Di Feisheng? He's the one always going on about not letting himself be an invalid. For someone like that, what would be the alternative? No, he can't let it come to that.
Li Lianhua sets the poker down quietly with none of the righteous exasperation he's feeling that normally has him tossing utensils down like the final piece of damning evidence in an interrogation. When he turns around to deliver enough further arguments for both of them, that stoically resolute pose Di Feisheng has already settled into, comfortingly unchanging and unchanged, makes Li Lianhua exhale a single relenting breath instead. Surely that man really will outlive anything.
"I'll be back in a moment. Do not fall asleep while I'm gone, do you hear me?" he pre-emptively scolds, pointing at Di Feisheng for emphasis. "If you pass out, I'm emptying the water bowl over your head instead." Being threatened with something so stupid will perhaps at least be annoying enough to keep him busy while Li Lianhua goes to fetch warm water and a pot of hot tea. When he returns, he's balancing both on a tray and humming the kind of absent-minded tuneless melody he sometimes gets into while puttering around the kitchen.
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Date: 2024-04-07 10:36 pm (UTC)Is he not allowed to be concerned? It's not that he wouldn't like to have that kind of unshakable confidence in their abilities, but under the circumstances it's hard not to consider all possibilities. What would he do with a permanently injured Di Feisheng in the house? What would Di Feisheng? He's the one always going on about not letting himself be an invalid. For someone like that, what would be the alternative? No, he can't let it come to that.
Li Lianhua sets the poker down quietly with none of the righteous exasperation he's feeling that normally has him tossing utensils down like the final piece of damning evidence in an interrogation. When he turns around to deliver enough further arguments for both of them, that stoically resolute pose Di Feisheng has already settled into, comfortingly unchanging and unchanged, makes Li Lianhua exhale a single relenting breath instead. Surely that man really will outlive anything.
"I'll be back in a moment. Do not fall asleep while I'm gone, do you hear me?" he pre-emptively scolds, pointing at Di Feisheng for emphasis. "If you pass out, I'm emptying the water bowl over your head instead." Being threatened with something so stupid will perhaps at least be annoying enough to keep him busy while Li Lianhua goes to fetch warm water and a pot of hot tea. When he returns, he's balancing both on a tray and humming the kind of absent-minded tuneless melody he sometimes gets into while puttering around the kitchen.