He held my face in his hands. "Where was the injury?"
"Man, shake gently shake, I am not a white gourd." When he pulled at my head, it made me dizzy.
He buried my face in his arms and gently pushed my hair out of the back of my head.
I didn't know how long the cut on my head was, but the doctor had to put a lot of stitches in anyway.
I didn't know what did it look like on the back of my head, or the doctor sewed me a flower. He looked at me for a long time, then suddenly bent down to pick me up.
"I only hurt my head, but not my leg."
"Be quiet." He looked uglier than I did and walked out of the hospital with me in his arms.
He put me carefully in the back seat of the car. Sally sat in the passenger seat, Calvin started the car.
I couldn’t lie on my back. I had to lie on the back seat, like a turtle.
I still felt dizzy, since I lost lots of blood.
I ask Sally, “Do you still have milk candy?"
She whipped it out of her pocket and gave it to me.
With a piece of milk candy in mouth, I felt instantly less dizzy.
He didn't say a word and asked me why I had been beaten up, but since he didn't ask me and I didn’t tell.
When we got to his house, he lifted me out of the car and carried me all the way into his house.
There were other people in the living room besides Lucy, a man and a woman. The woman was the one who threw a stone at me in the afternoon, and the man with a frightened face was her husband.
When we came in, the man pulled the woman by the hand and ran up to us. First he kicked her in the leg and made her kneel right in front of me. Then he slapped her hard.
"Mr. Knight, Mr. Knight..." The man, too, fell on his knees in front of us. "This woman is not sensible and offended Mrs. Knight. It is my lack of discipline. Please forgive us.”
I corrected him in Calvin's arms. "I am not his wife."
The male frightened, “Right, but you will be his wife in the future. This woman talked disorderly, she knew nothing..."
He just missed kowtowing to us.
I was not used to a big man kneeling in front of me. Calvin held my hand, without even looking at them. He went around them and carried me into the elevator.
Through the glass door the two men could be seen on their knees, the man kept scolding the woman repeatedly, “Are you bored with your life? How dare you throw stones at her? Why didn't you crush me to death? Do you know who Mr. Knight is? Do you think you can be equal to him by living in the same neighborhood with him? Why don't you die, you silly woman?"
Tired of hearing this, I buried my head in his arms. "Your elevator isn't soundproof."
"Yes, that must be changed." He walked out of the elevator holding me.
He put me on the bed and turned on the lamp, frowning at me with his hands on the bedside table.
Suddenly he pulled my trouser on leg apart, revealing a long, twisted scar from last accident.
"I've only known you a few months, and you are in tatters."
"It's not too late to return me now." I could not lie flat on my back, but lay on my side. My head was dizzy, and I could vaguely hear the curses of men and the cries of women downstairs.
"What have you done to him? Why are they scared like that?"
"What could frighten them like that? There are only two of them. One is money, and the other is life." He pulled up the quilt for me.
"Is that money or life?"
"Money is his life."
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