Those years when I was a tool person

At night, Rong Ying woke up from her sleep.

He woke up from the cold, no, to be more precise, he was still hot, his body was cold and hot at times, and the sky was divided between ice and fire.

The room was pitch black, his eyes were open, his heart ached like it was being grabbed by someone's hand, he tried to open his mouth to take a big breath, but his hypoxic state didn't get better.

This situation lasted for a while, and he began to feel like many bugs had penetrated into his body, wriggling, rolling back and forth in the blood and flesh.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and Rong Ying couldn't help curling up his body in pain.

This is the sequelae left by the original owner who was made into a medicine man. It happens once every month. Rong Ying just came here, so he didn't notice the time for a while. Who knew that it happened to be the beginning of the month.

She had never experienced such pain before, and Rong Ying's teeth were about to bleed.He was trembling all over, and he moaned in pain intermittently, thinking that there was another person in the room, he quickly covered his mouth again.

Song Xin was still asleep on the ground, Rong Ying bit her lower lip tightly, rolled over and got out of bed, without even caring about putting on her shoes, she stumbled open the door and went out.

Running into the bamboo forest like a headless fly, Rong Ying was so painful that she couldn't see the road in front of her. She didn't notice a stone protruding from the ground and fell directly to the ground.

"Well……"

Rong Ying tried several times but failed to stand up, lying on the ground, he grabbed the clothes on his chest and pulled them hard, the throbbing pain in his heart almost made him lose his mind, his fingers left bloodstains on the skin of his chest .

"It hurts...help..."

His face was close to the ground, and when he struggled, he encountered a broken bamboo, and the sharp bamboo slices scratched his face with tiny wounds.

Rong Ying didn't care if he was injured again, he grabbed the bamboo piece with one hand, stuffed it into his mouth and bit it.

He was rolling on the ground full of bamboo leaves, his hair was disheveled, and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, which was cut by the bamboo leaves with rough edges in his mouth.

Cold sweat ran down his cheeks from his forehead, Rong Ying's mind went blank, he opened his eyes wide in a daze, feeling that the sky above his head was white.

Shrinking her body into a ball, Rong Ying bit the bamboo piece and growled in unbearable pain.

"what……"

In the thatched cottage, Song Xin opened his eyes suddenly, he glanced at the bed, and found that Rong Ying was not there.

Without thinking about where he would go so late, Song Xin ran outside clutching his stomach.

He has a stomachache, probably from eating grilled fish.

The latrine was outside the yard, some distance away from the thatched cottage. Song Xin was running there with his trouser belt in his hands. When he passed the bamboo forest, he heard noises coming from inside.

what sound?

Stopping, Song Xin took a look into the bamboo grove, not far away there were bamboos shaking, bamboo leaves rustling, mixed with mournful sounds.

Is it a beast?

Song Xin was a little scared, looked at the toilet in front of him, and then at the bamboo forest where something terrible was hidden, decided to hold back first, and went back to find the little master to accompany him.

Just as he was about to turn around, Song Xin suddenly heard the word "pain" from the burst of mourning.

is a person? !

After standing still and trying to distinguish, Song Xin was sure that what he heard was a human voice.

"Who's in there?"

He thought of Han Jianlin who didn't sleep in the room in the middle of the night and went somewhere.

"Little master? Han Shaoxia? Is that you?"

No one responded, Song Xin took a deep breath, avoided the tangled bamboos, and walked inside following the sound.

He walked carefully, maintaining a retreating posture all the time, so as to ensure that he could run away as soon as he encountered danger.

There was moonlight shining on the ground through the dense bamboo leaves, Song Xin stepped into the bamboo forest, and saw the boy writhing in pain on the ground at a glance.

"Young Xia Han!"

Song Xin was startled when he saw Rong Ying, and in his panic, he couldn't think about anything else, so he ran to his side, half-kneeling and picked him up from the ground.

"Han Shaoxia, what's wrong with you? What happened? Why did it become like this?"

It could be seen that Rongying seemed to be in pain all over.Song Xin hugged him, not knowing where to touch him for a while.

"Where do you hurt? How can I help you? Hello! Are you still awake?"

Song Xin wanted to pat Rong Ying's face to see if he was dazed from the pain, but he saw the bamboo piece in his mouth, and the corner of his mouth dripping with blood from the rough edge of the bamboo piece.

The forehead twitched, and Song Xin felt a little distressed. He looked around and found nothing suitable, so he hugged Rong Ying with one hand to keep him from moving around, and tore off the hem of his clothes with the other hand.

Although the texture of sackcloth is rough, it is much better than bamboo chips.

Roll up the clothes, Song Xin pinched Rong Ying's chin, forcing him to open his mouth, and when he took out the bamboo piece that was about to be bitten through, he distractedly glanced into his mouth, and there was a piece of Messy, full of blood.

What's wrong with this?

Song Xin was a little irritable, grabbed the cloth ball and was about to stuff it into Rong Ying's mouth, for fear that the silly boy would bite his tongue later.

But before the cloth ball touched his mouth, Rong Ying, who was dizzy from the pain, stretched out his hands and grabbed Song Xin's approaching arm, and sent it to his mouth.

Song Xin wasn't prepared for Rong Ying's move, and was a little dazed by his sudden pull, until the pain in his arm hit his head and face.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Song Xin shuddered in pain, and after howling, she subconsciously wanted to break Rongying's mouth and free her arm.

But when his eyes touched his sweaty face and trembling eyelashes, his movements stopped strangely.

"..."

Forget it, take it as repayment.

What does it matter if someone shows up at the most difficult time in your life and rescues you from a "concentration camp" that is in dire straits?

Taking a deep breath, Song Xin, after some self-comfort, took the cloth ball that he threw aside, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Having said that, my arm still hurts ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

As the stars and the moon circulate, the night will pass and the sky will be bright.

When the pain gradually eased until it disappeared, Rong Ying had a moment of sobriety in his mind.

The upper and lower eyelids were as heavy as ten thousand catties, and the world became chaotic. He was exhausted after a night of torment.

Trying to open his eyes, what he saw was Song Xin's face close at hand.It's just that Song Xin may have gotten used to the pain in his arm. At this time, Song Xin had already fallen asleep hugging the bamboo beside him.

After watching for a while, Rong Ying loosened her clenched teeth as if she had lost all strength, and just passed out in such a daze.

It was early morning when I woke up again, morning mist filled the mountains, chirping birds were singing, and dewdrops slid across the bamboo leaves, dripping on Rong Ying's face.

Rong Ying's eyelashes moved and she opened her eyes.

"Well, it's dawn."

Song Xin felt the movement of the person in his arms and woke up. He lowered his head and saw Rong Ying staring at him, his bloodshot eyes were full of bewilderment.

He moved the arm that fell out of Rong Ying's mouth at some point, his eyes flicked over the scabbed teeth marks, and asked, "Are you all right?"

Rong Ying wanted to nod, but he didn't have the strength, so he could only answer with his eyes.

Song Xin understood what he meant, and the heart that had been hanging in fear all night finally fell to the ground: "It's fine, it's fine, I was really scared to death by you last night."

Rong Ying showed a weary smile. He was in so much pain yesterday that his memory was a little fuzzy, but he was not surprised by Song Xin's appearance.

It is estimated that he woke up in the middle of the night and found that he was not in the room. When he came out to look for him, he was found rolling in the bamboo forest.

He wanted to help Song Xin's arm to adjust his posture, but when he heard his gasp, Rong Ying let go of his hand as if he had been burned.

Pressing down on Song Xin who was about to jump up in pain, Rong Ying saw the tooth marks on his arm, the blood and flesh were rolling, deep into the bone.

"This, is this what I bit?"

Seeing Rong Ying's dull and unbelievable expression, Song Xin covered the wound with his sleeve rather uncomfortably, "It's nothing serious, it's just a little bit of skin."

Rong Ying didn't believe it, he opened Song Xin's hand and looked at the wound carefully, after a while, the sleeves that had just been covered had been stained with blood seeping out, and the cloth almost stuck to the wound.

"It's not a big deal, it's all rotten like this!"

Rong Ying took out the wound medicine from her bosom, carefully separated her clothes, and sprinkled the medicine powder on Song Xin's wound, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable: "I want to bite you, why don't you push me away? I can't find anything else. It’s fine for me to bite the knotted bamboo, why don’t you think about putting your hand in my mouth?”

Song Xin couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the words of accusation.Just as he was about to speak, he heard Rong Ying, who lowered his head to help him apply the medicine, said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I hurt you too."

Song Xin: "..."

He took a peek at the cloth balls and bloody bamboo pieces on the ground, opened his mouth, and decided not to tell the truth.

Back in the small courtyard, Rong Ying noticed that Song Xin looked at him several times without hesitation, as if he wanted to ask something but dared not.

He was silent, walked into the room, and took out a small medicine bottle from under the pillow, which was the painkiller prepared by Mrs. Jingshen.

Yesterday's pain came so suddenly, he didn't even think of this thing that could be used to save his life.

Pulling out the red cloth stopper on the medicine bottle, Rong Ying poured it out in the palm of her hand and found that the medicine was gone.It is estimated that it was eaten by the original owner, and I haven't had time to go to Mrs. Jingshen to get it.

When I came out of the room, I saw Song Xin looking at him expectantly, Rong Ying turned around and closed the door, and said, "Come out with me, go get some medicine from my master, and let her look at it for you by the way." Look at the wound on the arm."

The mountain was hot and humid, Song Xin's wound would be troublesome if it became inflamed.

Master Jingshen's residence is also in the mountains, but it's not on the same mountain as Han Jianlin's courtyard.

Rong Ying walked ahead and led the way, leading Song Xin over two low mountains, and finally arrived at the medicine house where the teacher lived in seclusion.

Mrs. Jingshen was still a little surprised when she saw the figure appearing on the mountain road, and began to sneer at him from a long distance away, "Little thing, poor nun thought you didn't want to live anymore."

Master Jingshen's attire is no different from that of a Buddhist disciple, and she was indeed born in a Buddhist sect. She did not know which mountain temple she settled in before, but she was expelled from the sect because of the impurity of the six sense organs.

No one can blame others for this matter. Anyone who knows her name knows that the old nun has a vicious heart. Not only does she not have the compassion of a monk, she also has a mean face from her heart.

It's normal that the pure place of Buddhism can't accommodate her.

In the past, Han Jianlin would come to her at the end of every month to ask for an antidote, but yesterday it was already the beginning of the month, and the time for another poisoning has passed, and no one has come.Mrs. Jingshen thought it was because the child could no longer endure the monthly torment, broke the jar, and didn't plan to live anymore.

As if he had gotten used to the master's way of speaking, Rong Ying's expression remained unchanged. He stepped aside, revealing Song Xin who was following behind him, "I'm here to find the master to get the antidote. By the way, please help my friend." Heal your wounds."

Song Xin was about to act respectful and shy when meeting an elder, but saw that Mrs. Jing Shen didn't even look at him, and just pulled Rong Ying past him and pushed him into a room not far away.

"What kind of cure! It's hard to protect yourself, and you still have the mind to care about others? Now that you're here, let's take a medicinal bath by the way. Is the antidote gone? Did you have a hard time last night? Let's see if you dare not be on time in the future. If you come to get the medicine, you should be hurt to death, little thing!"

Rong Ying pushed into the medicine hut, and only had time to say to Song Xin who was still standing outside, at a loss: "Don't be afraid, the teacher is a good person, she will help you heal your injuries, don't worry."

Mrs. Jingshen closed the door with a bang, and said with a gloomy expression, "Shut up, you still talk so much when you are about to die. Sooner or later, the poor nun will poison you dumb!"

Song Xin: "..."

He is really hard not to be afraid!