Under such a scorching weather, my chest was against his back firmly.
Teng Ke walked across a couple of streets with me on his back.
As my mood stabilized gradually, I put my arm around his neck and said, "Why don't we take a cab? Are you going to carry me home? Aren't you tired? "
But he just continued walking silently, and after a while, he stopped beside a stall where ice cream is sold and asked me, "Do you want to eat something cold?"
I tightened my hold on him. "Yes."
When he was paying, a little girl who about seven or eight years old looked up at us and said, "Sir, what's wrong with her? Why did you carry her?"
He replied without hesitation, "She is disabled."
I grasped his neck, at once, "Teng Ke!"
And he couldn't help chuckling. At this moment, our ice creams were ready.
I held the two ice creams in my hands, one for myself, one for Teng Ke.
And I felt like I was feeding a puppy when I fed him.