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.
Li Lianhua is allowed to be concerned, but it really isn't a worthwhile use of his time, or easy to understand as it pertains to himself. There's no such thing as a permanently injured Di Feisheng. And there nearly wasn't last time either, but isn't that the point. Doesn't Li Lianhua have enough to do right now without borrowing so much trouble? Not everyone is confused about which way to aim their determination; Di Feisheng's confidence isn't solely for the other two people in this household, though they certainly effect the outcomes of things formidably enough. Obviously, the alternative would be to keep trying things until something works, and that's precisely what Di Feisheng would do. Besides, if Li Lianhua is really so concerned, there are worse things in the world than frostbite.
The care with the poker would be appreciated, if Di Feisheng's close attention had just held out a little longer. It seems a shame to ruin the effort with all the haranguing and pointing, is as much as Di Feisheng feels like comprehending, owl-eyed and lightly astonished out of what only the generous would call meditation. Being threatened is less annoying than it is mystifying, even if he feels very strongly about not having a water bowl emptied over his head. Why's Li Lianhua so hell-bent on keeping him awake anyway? He's on a bed now, no one has to carry him, he would probably wake back up easily enough. He doesn't plan on passing out, but does Li Lianhua think he's stupid enough to land on his bad side if he does? He might, because he's terrible. Good thing he isn't here to see Di Feisheng's balance waver when he shakes his head at the thought.
A bowl of water upended over him has nothing on the prospect of being treated like one of Li Lianhua's kitchen experiments anyway, but at least this bedside manner seems much less fraught with unexplained concern. "Am I allowed to fall asleep soon, or do I have to be awake and useless to learn a lesson?"
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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.
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Date: 2024-05-06 06:50 am (UTC)And there nearly wasn't last time either, but isn't that the point.Doesn't Li Lianhua have enough to do right now without borrowing so much trouble? Not everyone is confused about which way to aim their determination; Di Feisheng's confidence isn't solely for the other two people in this household, though they certainly effect the outcomes of things formidably enough. Obviously, the alternative would be to keep trying things until something works, and that's precisely what Di Feisheng would do. Besides, if Li Lianhua is really so concerned, there are worse things in the world than frostbite.The care with the poker would be appreciated, if Di Feisheng's close attention had just held out a little longer. It seems a shame to ruin the effort with all the haranguing and pointing, is as much as Di Feisheng feels like comprehending, owl-eyed and lightly astonished out of what only the generous would call meditation. Being threatened is less annoying than it is mystifying, even if he feels very strongly about not having a water bowl emptied over his head. Why's Li Lianhua so hell-bent on keeping him awake anyway? He's on a bed now, no one has to carry him, he would probably wake back up easily enough. He doesn't plan on passing out, but does Li Lianhua think he's stupid enough to land on his bad side if he does? He might, because he's terrible. Good thing he isn't here to see Di Feisheng's balance waver when he shakes his head at the thought.
A bowl of water upended over him has nothing on the prospect of being treated like one of Li Lianhua's kitchen experiments anyway, but at least this bedside manner seems much less fraught with unexplained concern. "Am I allowed to fall asleep soon, or do I have to be awake and useless to learn a lesson?"