Madam's black history was picked up

"Every noodle has a strong beef flavor, tsk tsk tsk, it's so delicious, I can't get enough of it."

Qian Bao seemed to see Yang Dazhuang's frightened face, and his teeth itched with anger.

"At first, I wanted to drink all the soup, but after thinking about it, I thought I should save some for my younger brother. He can't eat noodles, so it's fine if he can drink some soup."

"So brother, I generously left you a mouthful of soup, hehe, have you drank it?"

"I'll drink your uncle." Qian Bao gritted his teeth.

Yang Dazhuang seemed to have seen Qian Bao's deflated expression at this time, and wrote below: "Don't be angry, Brother Zhuang, I am still a very conscientious person, and I will not let your couple starve."

"I also left dry food and water for you, don't thank me, hurry up and eat, wash and sleep, bye."

Behind the goodbye, he drew another big smiling face.

Qian Bao crumpled the note into a ball angrily: "Yang Dazhuang, when I find your tent tomorrow, I won't leave you a drop of water, hum."

In the end, the young couple had to face the water with dry food and finished their dinner.

There was a thermos pot in the tent, and Yang Dazhuang had a bit of a conscience, so he left half a pot of hot water for them.Qian Bao poured hot water and asked Song Ci to come over to wash his face, Song Ci coyly asked Qian Bao to wash his face first.

Qian Bao made Yang Dazhuang so angry that he didn't bother to chat with Song Ci, so he pulled Song Ci to sit on the small stool, Song Ci frowned and snorted.

"What's the matter?" Qian Bao hastily spread Song Ci's palm, only to see a long gash in her palm, looking bloody and bloody.

"When did you do it? Why didn't you tell me?" Qian Bao's tone was distressed and blamed.

Song Ci lowered his head: "I fell down in the woods."

"How long has it been, why didn't you tell me?" Qian Bao was a little annoyed.

"I don't want you to worry?"

Qian Bao was very helpless: "Song Ci, I remember that I told you more than once, if you have any condition or where you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me as soon as possible."

"The best solution is to deal with problems in a timely manner. The longer the problem is delayed, the greater the trouble will be. Do you understand?"

Song Ci just lowered his head and didn't say a word.

"If you really don't want me to worry, then don't hide anything from me at any time. You see that your hand is injured like this now. What if you don't deal with the inflammation in time?"

"If you can't move your hands, how can we move forward?"

"I'm sorry." Song Ci's face was almost pressed to his chest, and his mouth curled up in grievance.

Qian Bao sighed helplessly: "I really can't do anything about you."

He got up and searched in the tent. There should be a medicine box inside. Not long after, Qian Bao found an army green medicine box at the corner of the bed.

Qian Bao took out alcohol and gauze, and skillfully cleaned the wound for Song Ci. When the alcohol stuck to the wound, Song Ci instantly felt a burning pain in his palm.

She retracted her hand subconsciously, Qian Bao squeezed her hand tightly, lowered her head to help her deal with the wound.

"Alcohol will hurt a little when it touches the wound. You have to be patient and wash out the debris in the wound, otherwise the wound is prone to inflammation, and it will be even more troublesome."

Song Ci Ninja nodded in pain. After Qian Bao cleaned the wound, he skillfully and carefully bandaged it with gauze.

Song Ci looked at Qian Bao seriously, and pursed his lips: "Qian Bao, am I stupid?"

Qian Bao nodded seriously: "Well, like a stupid little pig."

Song Ci bit her lip: "Am I not worthy of you like this?"

Qian Bao paused for a moment with his hand holding the gauze, and when he looked up, he saw Song Ci's small face wrinkled into a ball, he was angry and funny.

"What are you thinking in your little head, what is worthy or not, as long as you know that I like you."

Qian Bao tied a bow on Song Ci's palm: "Okay, try not to get wet these few days, and it will be fine in a few days."

It was already late at night, the two of them were lying down with their clothes on, Qian Bao hugged Song Ci with his back to him, sleeping very sweetly.

Song Ci rested his arms on his pillow, staring at the dark front, unable to fall asleep.

Yang Dazhuang and Aya's tent.

"Baby, are you sure you don't want it?" Yang Dazhuang asked Aya while stuffing hot instant noodles into his mouth.

Aya shook her head: "No, I'm full in Qian Bao's tent, and I'm not hungry at all now."

Yang Dazhuang ate it slurply: "It's the first time that I think instant noodles are so delicious."

Aya couldn't help laughing: "If Qian Bao saw those two boxes of instant noodles, he would be so angry that he would grit his teeth. You are too hurt."

"It's not a loss for me. If it were Si Tianmu, that guy might just leave them dry food but not water, and they would die of thirst after eating."

"Pfft." Aya was helpless and amused, these few made a fool of herself.

Si Tianmu and Anyajie's tent.

Si Tianmu sneezed as soon as he took off his camouflage uniform.

"What's the matter, have you caught a cold?" Anyajie came in from outside the tent just after washing her face.

"No, someone must be thinking about me." Si Tianmu kept his coat on the bed.

Anyajie curled her lips: "Who will miss you."

"There are too many people who miss me." Si Tianmu was very stinky.

Anyajie gave him a funny look, lifted the quilt and fell asleep on the bed.

Si Tianmu immediately came over with a smile, put his arms around Anyajie and brought his mouth closer.

Anyajie turned her head and pushed Si Tianmu's face away: "Be honest, go to bed, there are still tasks tomorrow."

"The two slept in the middle of the night in the deep mountains and old forests. It was so interesting and exciting."

"Stimulate the fart, go to sleep."

"I'm just sleeping." Si Tianmu posted it cheekily, his hands restless.

Anyajie grabbed Si Tianmu's restless hand: "No, I'm in a dangerous period these days, no matter how caring your elder brother is, it's impossible for you to put a trap here."

"What are you afraid of during the dangerous period? If you really have a child, then we will. Anyway, it will be a matter of time before we get married."

"No, although I'm not a traditional woman, I don't want to get pregnant out of wedlock. Marrying into a wealthy family is a lot of trouble. I don't want another person to comment on my news."

Si Tianmu maintained the posture just now, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

In Xiao Mo and Liu Feng's tent.

The two stood on one side of the bed and looked at each other.

Xiao Mo smiled: "How about we squeeze each other?"

Liu Feng glanced at Xiao Mo: "No need, you go to sleep." She said that she walked towards the door.

"What about you, sleep standing up?" Xiao Mo turned to look at Liu Feng.

"There's no way to make a floor shop here."

"You can sleep on your own, why bother so much?" Liu Feng opened the curtain of the tent as he spoke, and looked up at the dark sky outside.

Xiao Mo shrugged: "Why are you so embarrassed, it's not like we haven't slept together before."

Liu Feng suddenly turned around and stared at Xiao Mo viciously: "Xiao Mo, you forgot about that."

"How do you forget what happened, no matter how you choose to forget it happened."

Liu Feng glared at Xiao Mo, took a deep breath and turned around again.

Xiao Mo walked behind Liu Feng: "Do you still like Big Brother? Have you still not let go?"

"It's none of your business."

Xiao Mo walked to Liu Feng's side and looked up at the dark night sky.

"Psychologically, it is an obsession to love but not to love, just like a person who is dying of thirst. He knows that the well he climbed into is poisoned, but he still bends down to drink the sweet spring."

"That feeling is bitter and astringent, but sweet as sugar."

Liu Feng's eyes flickered after hearing this, but he kept staring at the night sky without moving.

"There are both subjective and objective reasons for not being in love, but people often don't think about subjective reasons, and prefer to believe that objective reasons kill love."

"So I can't get enough of love is often full of regret and unwillingness, and it's often full of fantasies about what would happen if we were together."

Xiao Mo hooked the corners of his lips, not knowing whether he was talking to Liu Feng or himself.

"In fact, this is a very idealized state. If we are really together, the love story will end."

Xiao Mo turned to look at Liu Feng: "So, you can try to let go, let go of those unrealistic fantasies, and let your heart get out of that dead end."

"As long as you are willing to turn around, you will find that there is a colorful world behind you. In that world, there is always someone waiting for you."

Liu Feng looked at the night sky without the slightest light, and murmured to himself: "Will it be? Will there be someone waiting for me behind me?"

Xiao Mo continued: "No matter how strong a person is, there will always be such a fragile place in his heart, which hurts when others touch it."

"Because we don't want to hurt ourselves, we often put on a strong mask and hide our vulnerable side."

"But maybe we don't even know it ourselves. The more we hide, the more we will expose when we are discovered. We are always in a constant cycle of gains and losses."

"So if we can know how to let go, go back to the early days of life, and let everything start from scratch, then the heart will not be tired, the pain will stay away from us, and happiness will find us."

After Xiao Mo finished speaking, the whole tent fell silent.

After a long time, Liu Feng turned around and looked at Xiao Mo: "What about you, have you let go?"

Xiao Mo was stunned for a moment, he looked at Liu Feng with an unclear expression.

Liu Feng twitched the corners of his mouth: "It's plausible when you talk about others, but it's hard to do it for yourself. Are psychologists also doctors who don't treat themselves?"

Xiao Mo looked at Liu Feng's mocking eyes, and smiled with his lips curled up: "No, what I just said also applies to myself."

"I told you these words just because I let go. I want to tell you how I feel, and I want to share my experience with you."

"You let go so easily, is it because you didn't love deeply enough?" Liu Feng asked seemingly casually, but Xiao Mo saw doubts in her eyes.

Xiao Mo asked instead: "In your eyes, what is love? What is love?"

Liu Feng froze for a moment, love, such a familiar word, Si Tianchen also asked her the same question.

What is love? Does love need a reason? Is it not a reason to love you unconditionally?
Xiao Mo looked at Liu Feng's cold expression, and didn't bother with her answer.

"In my opinion, love means wishing for the other person's well-being and happiness. As long as she finds her own happiness, then I will let her go."

Liu Feng looked at Xiao Mo puzzled.

"Because I can't give her the happiness she wants, as long as she is good, I will feel at ease."

Xiao defaulted to looking at Liu Feng seriously: "So, love doesn't mean keeping the other person by my side. I just need to look at her from a distance and smile. Love means not to bother her."

"Love, just don't disturb." Liu Feng murmured and repeated Xiao Mo's words, frowning thoughtfully.

"Yes, if you love him, watching him happy from a distance is also a way of expressing love."

"Let go of your hand and turn around to see the bigger world behind you. As long as you turn around, you will find that the world behind you is actually more beautiful, and there are more things behind you that deserve your attention."