Shan He Biao Li

But the next day, Chu Huan was still awake in the smell of herbs.

Xiaofang-Despite knowing that his real name is "Ferocious Wool Monkey", Chu Huan personally thinks that the words "Xiaofang" are concise and easy to understand and image-although this friend is still moving, he is angry at him Like that, he got up early in the morning and squatted down on the floor to boil medicine.

Now it's season for windbreakers, and Xiaofang is almost shirtless all day long, and it can still be so hot, which makes Chu Huan a little puzzled.

Is this friend's firepower stronger than ordinary people?

Chu Huan propped himself up on the uninjured shoulder, waking up from a hangover. He didn't feel discomfort and headache. It can be seen that although Nanshan's wine tasted strange at first, it was definitely good wine.

However, just this slight movement, his original tired and relaxed look suddenly froze.

It is said that "Why can't people survive in the rivers and lakes without getting a knife"? It is the law of the development of objective things to beat people first, so Chu Huan doesn't dare to say how talented he is, but he is definitely a professional household who is attacked by a knife From scratch to bullet bruise, to "three knives and six holes", he suffered all the experience.

What kind of injury, how to raise, and how long can it be better, these Chu Huan can't be more clear. The gunshot wound like this on his body does not deteriorate and does not infect in the first two days. It's already well maintained.

But at this moment, just overnight, his fresh wound had begun to scab vaguely.

Not to mention that with age, his long-term depressed mood and bad habits, his physical fitness will only get worse and worse-even in his heyday, he has not had such a terrible recovery ability.

It is as if the local cell activity has been greatly enhanced.

What medicine did they give him?

In the splendid morning light, countless thoughts flowed from Chu Huan's heart. His work experience of dealing with various transnational desperates all year round made his first reaction at that time was drugs.

What are the ingredients in the leaves tied to the wound and the herbs he drank?

Would he mistake the analgesic effect for the wound to heal?

At this time, Nanshan came over with a pot and greeted Chu Huan with energy.

Although Chu Huan had a lot of doubts in his mind, he responded quietly. He glanced at the basin in Nanshan, and he saw a few large leaves that were two feet wide and two feet long in half a basin of fresh water. The same bandage on his wound.

Nan Shan knelt on one edge of his bed and bent down, carefully untiring the leaves wrapped in the wound of Chu Huan's head, not knowing the contrast, perhaps because of dehydration, the leaves removed from Chu Huan had obviously dried up , As if vitality was sucked away.

There was a spot of flesh and blood sticking to him on the leaf. Nanshan pulled it off when he peeled off the leaf. Although Chu Huan didn't say anything, his body shook violently.

Pain-it's really painful, but the pain is good, at least it means that he is not under anesthesia.

Nanshan noticed his reaction, spread his palms, and put it on his forehead, seeming to be some kind of appeasement. Then, Nanshan took out a small bottle and poured out a small handful of white powder, which looked like flour , Whiter than ordinary white flour, with a special smell.

Fishy, ​​Chu Huan thought for a while, feeling that the taste is somewhere between "blood" and "plant earthy".

Without waiting for Chu Huan to observe carefully, Nanshan put the medicine powder on his wound.

The pain caused by the unknown powder was really extraordinary. It was even more irritating than pouring chili water. Chu Huan felt like someone had penetrated the long stab into his wound and stirred it again.

However, he had the psychological expectation that "the medicine must be painful," so he didn't even tremble this time, but instinctively tightened his muscles and gritted his teeth.

Regarding the performance of such a hard bone, Nanshan raised his head and watched him smile with appreciation, and said a word to him, which sounded very close to the pronunciation of Xiaofang's real name.

Chu Huan judged that this compliment might also mean "Ferocious Mao x".

He accepted the admiration from the other side, and thought sadly: "Don't be a fierce donkey."

Miraculously, although the doubts in his chest were still there, most of the alert had gone.

The non-adulteration of pain is on the one hand, and on the other hand, Chu Huan seems to have a kind of intuition that makes him refuse to believe that Nanshan is a bad person.

There are only two beds in the standard room in the guest house. It is okay to squeeze two thin girls. The two men ca n’t sleep. Xiaofang moved the TV on the TV cabinet to the side. Chu Huan saw him laying on the top. I took a straw mat and slept on a wine jar for a night.

Nanshan helped him wrap the wound naturally, and it took him a few more minutes to cut him a wooden stick that could temporarily serve as a cane so that he could move around. After Chu Huan had stopped, he took out a few cakes to share. He eats.

It was a coarse grain cake, and some had battered or dead noodles. It could be seen that it was made a few days ago. It was dry and hard. Like the dry food that the ancients would only carry with them when they went out, the taste was very sad.

The unknown but extremely effective powder made Chu Huan full of speculation about his origins, so the coarse grain mixed noodles were also eaten extremely carefully, and he wanted to taste some mysterious ingredients from it.

As a result, Nanshan thought that the cake was too hard for him to bite, and immediately poured him a glass of wine carefully. In the inexplicable eyes of Chu Huan, he demolished a piece of cake crust and soaked it in it. give him.

Chu Huan: "..."

He thanked Nanshan for his concern and took it silently to eat, so that he experienced the whole process from "heartbroken" to "tragic".

During a simple breakfast, Chu Huan started to stumble and communicate with each other. He first asked in a gesture: "Are you going to wait here for a few more days? Wait for the teacher to come."

Nanshan shook his head, indicating that the man would not come.

He was still very difficult to express, and his expression was a bit lonely, but calmly, as if he no longer cares.

Chu Huan: "When will you leave?"

Nanshan said: Wait for your injury.

Chu Huan initially suspected that poor communication had misunderstood the meaning of others. He hesitantly repeated his question. Nanshan reached out his palm, patted it on his shoulders and legs, and then folded his hands. Made a gesture that seemed to be "healing".

Chu Huan froze.

He would like to ask one more reason why he has no known origin and still has a gunshot wound on his body, and the other party just met him. It ’s okay to admit the wrong person. Now that the other person knows clearly, should I stay because of taking care of a stranger?

But he didn't ask at all. He always felt that asking such questions was like doubting the intentions of others.

Does he doubt it?

Chu Huan does not doubt that it is impossible, because he is doing this. For him, negligence is synonymous with stupidity. He has to keep a careful look at the surrounding environment and doubts.

But when he saw Nanshan's clear eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of ashamedness about this question in his arms, so he covered it closely.

So Chu Huan was silent for a moment: "Then I will invite you to dinner at noon-by the way, okay, I can teach you a few more Mandarin, can you blow me two more yesterday's tunes?"

When Nanshan invited people to eat and drink, he was generous and was not hypocritical when he was invited. He took one side with Xiaofang at noon and happily put Chu Huan out of the guest house.

The small county town is a transit station for passengers to stop and look around. A row of small restaurants that provide pig food and group meals for tourist groups looks like a mother. Only a foreign fast food restaurant on the corner of the street stands alone The name of the English shop hung out stands out.

Of course, after a closer look, I found that the letters are Chinese Pinyin.

In the corner, the pinyin content "Kendang Chicken" was also noted.

Chu Huan stayed under the brand for a long time, and concluded that this was the baby played by McDonald's, KFC and Chongqing Chicken Pub playing 3p.

But the ambition of "willing to be a chicken" ... is it a bit too far away?

When he rolled down the cliff, the communication equipment fell off and was broken. It was only then that Chu Huan finally spent fifty cents and borrowed the hotel phone to call Pharaoh. He listened to Pharaoh's scolding. , Quan Dang was a baptism of love from the former ancestors, and then rejected the proposal of Pharaoh to send someone to pick him up.

"I stayed for a few days and I went back by myself. The environment here is very good, so I will be a tourist."

The old king didn't get entangled with him, just silenced for a while and asked: "How did you just say that you fell at that time?"

Chu Huan's face did not change color: "Stumble."

Lao Wang: "... Can you die without talking nonsense?"

"It's really a misstep, but it has been transformed now." Chu Huan smiled softly. "Then, don't forget to go back and ask Xiaolu for me, a misbehaving young man, when I say yes, the child will be born in the future. My name is Uncle. "

The old name of Lao Wang's daughter is Xiao Lu. He married a photographer two years ago and is now about to have a baby.

Looking back, Chu Huan found that he had taken care of her for the whole of her adolescence, and she was like a black-eyed chicken, but she did n’t even take the initiative to ask her out to watch a movie, eat an ice cream or something, even the love letter is so popular I haven't written it, it's just to pinch and pinch, to fight and fight.

Sheben had to be a little self-confident and ridiculous ... nearly cute.

"Let's go, bye." He said to Pharaoh.

"Kendang Chicken" sells noodles and fried chicken. When Chu Huan naively asked "Is there any fries-just fried potatoes", the lady turned to the kitchen and served him a bowl of steamed potatoes Two rice, reached out and grabbed a handful of coarse salt, sprinkled up, said boldly: "eat it."

Chu Huan: "..."

But despite the cottage, the quality of the food was unexpectedly okay. The noodles were white and fat and crispy, and the fried chicken was yellow and clear. From afar, we could smell a strange meaty aroma.

Xiaofang first started to be impatient with Chu Huan, and even had some hostility. When drinking together the day before, this hostility had disappeared by half. When the fried chicken came up, Chu Huan could see that this fierce hairy monkey It is the intention to become an enemy with yourself.

He didn't have much appetite. Chu Huan touched the whole body. He pulled out only a small pack of cigarettes. He borrowed a fire from the boss and smoked a cigarette at the window. When he sat back, Nanshan suddenly raised his hand to resist His chest.

Chu Huan was stunned, and saw Nanshan tapping lightly on the position of his lungs with his index finger joints. He looked at him seriously, and shook his head quite disapprovingly.

Then, Nanshan withdrew his hand and handed Chu Huan a chicken leg.

Chu Huan stared at him involuntarily for a while. When he found that Nanshan was eating, he was preoccupied as if he was dealing with a very sacred event, and no waste was wasted.

Eating-For Chu Huan, it ’s just a basic life-sustaining behavior. He does n’t know when he lost his appetite. There is no difference between good and bad for him. The gnawed multigrain cake that ca n’t be bitten and the color and fragrance The big meal was the same in his eyes, and it was solved in three bites, all of which tasted like chewing wax.

But at this time he looked at Nanshan, and suddenly had the illusion of "eating is a particularly happy thing". He bowed his head tentatively and took a bite. It felt no different, just ordinary chicken.

So Chu Huan couldn't help but glanced at Nanshan again, and was flashed by the unparalleled happiness again.

"It's so delicious?" Chu Huan thought slowly, involuntarily slowed down, and concentrated his scattered spirit back on the chicken leg with a bite in his hand.

In this way, Chu Huan glanced at Nanshan and ate a bite. Slowly, his numb and inflexible taste buds gradually regained consciousness, and he actually tasted it.

The three quickly piled up the two large plates of sharp fried chicken, and Chu Huan realized afterwards that he was eating.

He settled the bill and looked back at Nanshan's calm, contented expression. Somehow, he also had a little assimilated pleasure.

But ... Wait, it ’s okay if the music is good for your body and mind. What's the matter when you watch dinner?

Is it beautiful?

Chu Huan embarrassedly turned the ring between his fingers, letting the word "Fun You Play" sharpen the skin of his finger roots, and his face was calm and thought with condemnation: "No, I'm so weird."