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Seeing her confused and then unbelievable expression, Zhou Qingwu stretched out his hand for a moment of thought, and gestured with his hand, afraid that Meng Chuxi would not understand that she gestured very slowly.

Meng Chuxi looked at it carefully, and tentatively said, "You mean I was injured, and you picked me up?" She didn't fully understand, but she could probably guess something.

Zhou Qingwu nodded, and then she put her hands together next to her ears, closed her eyes, and compared two fingers again.

"I slept for two days?"

Zhou Qingwu nodded, and at the same time put his index finger and middle finger together and nodded: yes.

Meng Chuxi understood it this time. She is actually very familiar with sign language. When she was in college, she used to volunteer at a school for the deaf, so she learned it specially.But this is not a modern society, and the little girl's gestures are still different.

The little girl in front of her didn't have much expression, and her eyes looked a little dull and gloomy when she didn't express any emotion, which really didn't match her age.Just looking at her clothes and face, Meng Chuxi probably understood something in her heart.

Feeling that she was a little vigilant, Meng Chuxi endured the discomfort, and said in a gentle voice: "Thank you for saving me, but can I ask what time it is now?" After she finished speaking, she added a little hesitantly: "I mean the national number and year."

Zhou Qingwu was a little surprised when she heard the words, she pointed to Meng Chuxi, then nodded her head: Don't you remember?

Meng Chuxi shook her head, feeling mixed feelings in her heart for a moment, not because she didn't remember, but because she didn't know at all.

Zhou Qingwu saw her drooping brows and eyes, her beautiful eyes were full of helplessness, she seemed a little lonely, and she felt a little uncomfortable all of a sudden.

She stood quietly where she was, and after a while she walked slowly to Meng Chuxi.She found that Meng Chuxi could understand some of her gestures, so she tried to make gestures and said, "You hurt your head. When you recover, maybe you will remember it."

After making gestures, she silently looked at Meng Chuxi with her big eyes open.When Meng Chuxi noticed that she was staring at him seriously, there was a faint brilliance in those eyes, but the little girl actually had beautiful eyes.Meng Chuxi smiled slightly: "Thank you."

Zhou Qingwu heard her thank you for the second time. Looking at the smile on her face towards him, Zhou Qingwu lowered his head slightly, and then stretched out his hand to Meng Chuxi.Meng Chuxi was a little puzzled, but still reached out her hand.

The little girl curled up her fingers, wiped her hands vigorously on her clothes, then tentatively looked at Meng Chuxi, carefully placed her fingers on the white palm, wrote stroke by stroke, and shrank back immediately after writing. When he came back, his eyes were a little dodgy.

Meng Chuxi was eager to know the answer just now, but the child's actions and demeanor pierced her heart like a knife, why should he be so cautious.

Her voice was a little hoarse, and Meng Chuxi forced a smile and said, "I haven't read it all yet, what's the big deal? Please write it down for me again."

Meng Chuxi didn't see the dislike on his face, but the other party still stretched out his hand on the edge of the bed, asking her to write again, and she really could read.These cognitions made Zhou Qingwu finally have other expressions on his face, and she wrote the second word stroke by stroke with extra seriousness.Then the year was added.

Meng Chuxi already knew it, but after seeing the little girl's reaction, she asked her to repeat it again.In the Yuanxi year of the Dayan Kingdom, in my impression, it was the time of ZTE, at least it would not be living in the era of wars, which is also fortunate.

Knowing this, now she should care about her little benefactor who saved her.

This time, Meng Chuxi stared at the little girl's hand. The other's fingers were so thin that they were only phalanxes. They were not as delicate and soft as a child's, but rather rough. It looked like it had just been put on, and bloodshot eyes could be seen.

After she finished writing, Meng Chuxi put away her fingers and brushed her wound, "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Qingwu immediately withdrew his hand like a frightened little rabbit, and the expression on his face instantly became vivid. He looked at Meng Chuxi timidly, then his ears turned red, he pursed his lips, and shook his head quickly.

Finally, there was a child, and Meng Chuxi's eyes were soft, not wanting her to be embarrassed, so he changed the topic back: "Now it's Dayan, right?"

Zhou Qingwu heaved a sigh of relief and nodded.

After digesting this fact, she turned to look at the little girl who had saved her.The little girl was very thin, there was no flesh on her cheeks, her skin was sallow, and she could tell from her complexion that she was malnourished.

Her eyes are very big, as if filled with a puddle of water, she looked a little dead at first, but after getting emotional, she looked clear and clean, but these big eyes made her thinner and thinner.Look carefully at the little girl's facial features. If she can grow some flesh, she must be a beautiful child with delicate features.

It's just that there was a glaring bruise on that thin cheek. Before, Meng Chuxi was a little confused by reality and didn't notice it, but now she could see it clearly, and couldn't help frowning. How did this happen?There were small scratches on the hands and bruises on the face.

And after she woke up, she didn't hear other people's voices. Is it because the adults in the family are not at home, or is she alone?Seeing her gloomy face instead of her youthful innocence, Meng Chuxi intuitively told her that the little girl's situation was terrible.

Seeing her staring at him intently, Zhou Qingwu felt a little uncomfortable: What's wrong?

Meng Chuxi's head was still aching, she endured it, and said softly, "What's wrong with your face, does it hurt?"

Zhou Qingwu could clearly see the concern in her amber eyes, and even frowned slightly, he could feel her sincerity, just like asking about the wound on her finger just now.

Thinking of what happened before, and seeing that sincere care and love, Zhou Qingwu's heart suddenly felt sore.That kind of grievance was restrained very well when no one was looking into it, and she never showed it, but when she was lured by Meng Chuxi, who was regarded as a stranger, she almost rushed out.

But she quickly suppressed it, lowered her head, touched the wound, and shook her head.

But Meng Chuxi, who had been looking at her all the time, clearly saw that the somewhat numb face twitched slightly. It was an uncontrollable muscle caused by obvious pain, and there was soreness in those eyes, but it was quickly caught by its owner. cover.

This child is terribly forbearing.But Meng Chuxi is only feeling distressed at the moment. Judging from the situation, something bad must have happened, and it shouldn't be her own injury.

It's just that Zhou Qingwu didn't want a patient to worry about her. Thinking that the patient seemed to have forgotten many things, she gestured quietly: your name, where do you live, who is in your family?Do you remember?

This is what Zhou Qingwu is most worried about. If she doesn't remember anything, how will she go home?

Meng Chuxi saw that he didn't understand it, and Zhou Qingwu finally realized the communication between the two of them.

Meng Chuxi looked at the little girl's clean eyes, and moved her eyes slightly away. What should she say?This is obviously not her own body, so she doesn't know the name of the original owner, where she lives, or what relatives she has.

She didn't want to lie to the little girl, but how could such absurd things be explained clearly.Helplessly concealing the guilt in her eyes, Meng Chuxi shook her head and said, "I only remember my name, which seems to be Meng Chuxi, and I don't remember anything else."

She is also in a mess now, and the pain in her body is endless, and it inexplicably happened to a woman of an unknown era. No matter how calm Meng Chuxi is, it is difficult to accept this situation.

She couldn't help closing her eyes, and there was a trace of pain on her face, which looked ugly.

Zhou Qingwu was just used to hiding her expression, and she looked very stiff and stiff over time, but she was more sensitive to those emotions than anyone else. This person was in pain, and Zhou Qingwu clearly felt it.

After hesitating for a moment, realizing that Meng Chuxi didn't dislike her, Zhou Qingwu stretched out his hand and wrote slowly on the palm of Meng Chuxi: You are still very weak, don't think about it, and recover from your injuries first, maybe you just fell your head and you don't remember, I will ask a doctor to treat you hello you.

Meng Chuxi has been looking at it carefully. Some of the characters are in traditional characters, but it is not complicated for Meng Chuxi who has been copying the inscriptions, and she can recognize them.She forced a smile: "Thank you."

Zhou Qingwu waved her hand, then she pointed at Meng Chuxi, wrote a character "Chu" on her palm, and looked at Meng Chuxi again.

Meng Chuxi said knowingly, "It's the word Xi." She wrote the word Xi on Zhou Qingwu's palm, "What about you, I don't know your name yet?"

Zhou Qingwu pursed his lower lip, then also reached out and put three words on Meng Chuxi's palm.

"Zhou, Qing, Wu." Meng Chuxi read aloud, and then said with a smile: "Qingwu Mingfeng, like Lan Sixin, a nice name."

This was the first time Zhou Qingwu heard someone interpret her name in this way. She had read many books since she was a child, and could understand what Meng Chuxi said.This meaning is so good, even more beautiful than what her father told her back then.

She was stunned for a moment, her face was a little red, and she quickly gestured: Your name is also beautiful.

Yuanshangcao, Lu Chuxi, this is a word she thought of when she knew Meng Chuxi's name, but the latter part was not very good, so she hurriedly interrupted, but the word Chuxi is very beautiful.

Meng Chuxi said again, "Thank you." She was a little tired, and the pain in the wound was really tormenting, and she didn't know what had happened to this body and what her identity was. All these unknowns made Meng Chuxi a little uneasy.

This is the fourth time Zhou Qingwu has heard her thank you. She hasn't heard these two words for a long time. The etiquette and respect between people have been completely deprived of her, so that she will always feel a little panic when she hears it.

But this good-looking person, with a gentle face and a shallow smile, said these two words with indescribable warmth and sincerity, which made Zhou Qingwu feel a little joy.

She originally wanted Meng Chuxi to see the clothes she was wearing and the money bag, so that she might think of something.But the little girl was very considerate, and she could see that Meng Chuxi had been enduring the discomfort, so she didn't think about it in a hurry, so she didn't mention it, thinking about waiting for her to rest for a while.

When Meng Chuxi woke up, she didn't care about cleaning the house, so she hurried to cook porridge for her.It's been so long since I haven't eaten well, I must be starving.

She gestured: Don't move around, take a good rest, I'll cook porridge for you.

Seeing the little girl walk out of the room alone, Meng Chuxi frowned again.Judging from the layout here, this little girl named Zhou Qingwu's family background should be very ordinary, even poor.The clothes were all patched, and the quilt was very old.

Although he is not very familiar with this dynasty, Meng Chuxi is very clear about one thing. In ancient times, it was impossible for poor people to have rice porridge.No matter how good the family is, it is only occasionally that she can eat white rice. This little girl cooks porridge for her?

Zhou Qingwu still had no expression on his face, but he was happier than ever in his heart. The rescued person woke up not only beautiful, but also gentle and kind-hearted, and his voice was particularly pleasant.The originally depressed mood rose up, and all the bitterness and sourness disappeared.

She didn't eat in the morning, and there was no food at home except the rice for Meng Chuxi's porridge.Wash the wild vegetables, prepare to cook some wild vegetable soup to satisfy the hunger, and cook the porridge in a crock pot like yesterday.

The charcoal was all burned with dead wood that Zhou Qingwu cut up the mountain, and there was a lot left over.The flames in the stove danced on the pine needles, gradually filling the entire stove. Zhou Qingwu was doing what he had repeated thousands of times, but this was the first time he felt a feeling similar to happiness, because someone was waiting for her.

This kind of recognition made Zhou Qingwu's wooden face a little red, reflecting the jumping flames, and it was even more delicate. This little girl looked a little cute.Remembering that the medicine was about to start decocting, the little girl was busy working alone.

Meng Chuxi closed her eyes but didn't feel sleepy, and all the little movements around her ears fell into her ears, the sound of pots and pans colliding, and the sound of firewood breaking, both familiar and unfamiliar.

In that world, whenever she returns to the countryside, she can hear those sounds when her grandfather cooks for her. The simple and life-like sounds combined into a symphony of life will make people full of expectations.But now, in another time and space, she got the same expectation from a strange little girl who saved her.

When the sound of footsteps came from far and near, Meng Chuxi, who was lying down, opened his eyes and looked at the door of the room.The little girl walked in anxiously with the bowl in hand.Meng Chuxi watched her put down the porridge, and immediately retracted her hands, realizing that they were burning.

She was a little worried: "Is it hot?"

Zhou Qingwu wiped his hands behind his back and shook his head.

It is inconvenient for Meng Chuxi to get up now, and she has no way to show her in person, so she can only say: "Then stretch out your hand and show me."

The little girl is her savior, and the other party looks like a child, Meng Chuxi couldn't help but want to care about her more.

Zhou Qingwu remained silent and did not move.But Meng Chuxi didn't speak or move, just looked at her silently.The two were deadlocked, and it was Zhou Qingwu who finally compromised, and she stretched out her hand awkwardly.

Her finger was a little red, but it didn't blister, but it should still hurt, Meng Chuxi stretched out her hand and squeezed it for her.

Her fingers were cold and landed on the reddened fingertips. It was indeed much more comfortable, but Zhou Qingwu still withdrew her hand faster than it was hot.

Meng Chuxi laughed, she was really like a mimosa.