he wore it back

The house Shi Hai lives in is not big. Although the location is relatively remote, just at the foot of the mountain, it is not a problem to accommodate one more person.

He dragged the fainted young man back, put him on a wooden bed in the bedroom, and randomly took a worn-out quilt to cover him to keep warm.

As for the doctor, you can't ask for it.

Not to mention whether the other party is willing to come, the medical center closest to the village also needs a whole day's journey, not to mention the cost and the huge risk.

If he was beaten as an unscrupulous person who sheltered deserters, another dispute would be inevitable.

Shi Hai didn't want to cause the villagers to misunderstand for such a thing. Even though the neighbors here trusted him very much, they still hated those rebels extremely.

How many people's relatives and friends from all over the world have died in the hands of these frenzied thieves, this enmity is not shared!

Shi Hai boiled a pot of hot water, took off the young man's clothes, cleaned his wound briefly, and applied homemade herbal medicine.

After the bleeding stops, it will depend on whether this person can survive tonight.

If he survived, he didn't mind interrogating him carefully before making a decision.

If he can't survive, he might as well make a simple coffin and dig another wild grave.

This night wasn't too long, Shi Hai packed today's prey, washed off the blood, and stewed a pot of chicken soup in the simple kitchen, and after a while, it was dawn.

Luo Xing was in a coma, as if he felt someone was stripping his clothes.

Is it going to be sold for money? Luo Xing thought in a daze, but soon, it seemed that someone was touching his body.

...What is this for? !

Luo Xing's eyelids seemed to be glued together, he couldn't open them at all, his limbs were weak, and he couldn't even move a finger, so he could only be manipulated by others.

Afterwards, he felt a burst of coldness at the wound, and the constant pain gradually eased.

Perhaps it was due to the fever, Luo Xing's whole body became cold and neglected, he was dizzy for a while, and finally completely lost all consciousness.

When he woke up, he found that he was lying on the bed, not in the mud in the wilderness!

Luo Xing slowly opened his eyes, and saw a simple ceiling, but it didn't look like there was a single gap, presumably it wouldn't leak even in heavy rain.

He turned his neck with difficulty and looked around.

This is an ordinary farmhouse. The seats are made of simple wood, unpretentious, but the craftsmanship of the craftsman is very good, and it looks very durable.

It was already bright outside, and through the window, one could see two birds beating on a big tree that had lost all its leaves, and their chirping sound added a bit of vitality to the cold winter.

In winter, furry creatures are not afraid of the cold, and come here early in the morning to wake people up.

Luo Xing struggled to sit up from the bed, and inadvertently pressed the wound on his waist, and couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt.

He looked down and found that all the wounds on his body had been properly treated. Cleaning, dressing, and bandaging were all handled by professional doctors.

Luo Xing raised his hand and rubbed his temples. He never expected that the man would take him back to his residence, and even help him change his clothes and apply medicine to the wound.

Luo Xing thought to himself, if it were him, he might not be so considerate and caring for a murder suspect.

Luo Xing lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed to thank that person, but suddenly felt a chill and froze his body.

He belatedly realized that his clothes...was completely taken off from top to bottom.

Not even the innermost panties are left.

Luo Xing hurriedly put the quilt back on again, thinking that the person looked through it casually yesterday, knowing that the other party had good intentions, but her cheeks still blushed unconsciously.

When Shi Hai heard the noise in the room, he got up and came in with a bowl of chicken soup. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he saw the wounded man sitting by the bed with a red face, wondering what he was thinking.

"The high fever hasn't subsided?" Shi Hai put the chicken soup in his hand on the table beside him, walked over, and stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the young man's forehead.

He frowned slightly, which was not normal.

... pretending?

Luo Xing was caught off guard by that person's touch on his skin, the warm and soft feeling turned his brain into a paste, and he couldn't react immediately.

Not only were her cheeks flushed, but they also gradually began to feel hot.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be pretending to be more and more presentable, Shi Hai couldn't help but poke at him and said, "The body temperature is normal, why are you blushing?"

Luo Xing was several seconds late before noticing the current situation.

He shook his head in embarrassment, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, I just don't get used to it."

To be taken in suddenly, to be rescued, to be cared for... instead of dying slowly and helplessly alone in that cold and desolate night.

Shi Hai narrowed his eyes slightly, "Aren't you used to being touched?"

This may be innate, or it may be the aftermath of the war. Such mental illness is not uncommon on earth.

Luo Xing opened his mouth, and was about to deny it, but suddenly realized that he didn't know how to explain it, so he thought for a while, then nodded, admitting the fault.

Anyway, his background was not clean, and he didn't want to get his hands dirty.

Shi Hai saw that the young man was fine, his wounds were recovering well, and his energy was better, he should be able to eat.

He turned around and walked to the table, brought over a bowl of warm chicken soup, the slick water on it had been filtered off, leaving clear soup and some boneless shredded pork.

Luo Xing was originally too hungry and had an anorexia reaction, but after smelling the aroma, he suddenly became hungry.

He took the chicken soup, thanked him sincerely, and couldn't wait to bring the porcelain bowl to his lips. The sweet chicken soup and soft shredded pork greatly relieved his hungry stomach.

After eating a bowl of chicken soup, Luo Xing felt much more comfortable.

Shi Hai waited patiently for the other person to finish eating, then took back the empty bowl, and let the person lie down with peace of mind.

The serious injuries all over the body can't be recovered so quickly. It's better to rest for a few days.

Since he dragged him back, he didn't think about taking him in for a night, and then throwing him out immediately...

Luo Xing couldn't sit still anymore, he insisted on getting out of bed to help this villager with his work, even if it was dirty work, it was better than lying down with a faceless face!

What's more, the other party looked as old as himself, not only lost his parents, but also lived in such a dilapidated house, it was really pitiful.

Luo Xing didn't quite understand why, in the eyes of a down-and-out soldier, he felt that the villagers, who lived with houses and land, were still unreasonably poor.

But deep down, he really thought so.

Shi Hai had no choice but to arrange for the wounded man to help look after the firewood for boiling water. He was going out to hunt.

The chicken skeleton from yesterday already has a skeleton left. If I don’t go out today, I will be hungry tonight.

Luo Xing knew that this injury was not healed, and going hunting with him would only be a burden, so he nodded and took over this simple task.

He was about to get out of bed, but when he found his bare legs, he quickly shrank back.

Seeing the inexplicable expression on that person's face, Luo Xing gritted his teeth, thinking to himself, why did he just drink some soup, his whole body was warm, and he forgot about not wearing any clothes? !

Shi Hai turned around and walked to a closet, took out a set of newer clothes from it, handed it to the wounded man and said, "Just wear it, there are no new ones."

Naturally, Luo Xing didn't pick anything, he took the clothes, and although they were a little loose after putting them on, they still fit well.

There was a fresh smell lingering at the tip of the nose, Luo Xing couldn't help sniffing it. He didn't know what kind of herbal saponin was used to clean it, and it exuded a very healing smell.

When he reacted, he suddenly felt that his behavior just now was like an idiot!

Luo Xing was no stranger to these kinds of terms that popped up in his mind from time to time. It seemed that a lot of knowledge should not be understood by a soldier, but he was as clear as if it was engraved in his mind.

After Luo Xing got dressed, he opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, and came to the small courtyard outside.

Two houses, a well, a tree in front of the door, and a piece of land in the backyard, these are all the property of that villager.

It's really heartbreaking to watch...

Luo Xing sat beside the pile of firewood for boiling water, looking at the dancing little flames, his thoughts wandered around.

However, it didn't float very far, and was called back by the voice of twittering.

He looked up and saw two birds on the bare tree in the front yard, and it happened that the two birds also saw him.

One of them fluttered its wings, as if it was stretching its waist, and the other tilted its head, its eyes were like torches, as if it was sizing up humans.

Luo Xing couldn't help moving his eyebrows and eyes slightly, the two birds didn't look quite right...

Is it the watcher?

Such a term suddenly appeared in his mind, but he didn't know what it meant.

Luo Xing raised his hand to rest his forehead and pondered, what on earth had he forgotten, why didn't he have any memory at all.

It seemed to confirm the amnesia of the humans under the tree. After the two birds stayed for a full day, they flapped their wings, spread their wings, and never came back.

When Shi Hai came back with a long-horned deer on his shoulder, he saw the wounded man still sitting by the fire.

With long hair draped over his shoulders, he covered his face and lowered his head, his thin shoulders trembled from time to time.

When he heard the sound and noticed someone coming, Luo Xing quickly raised his head and turned around, the corners of his eyes were still slightly red.

Shi Hai put down his prey, walked in front of the opponent, and asked doubtfully, "Crying?"

It is easier for a person to feel sad when he is alone, or in such a situation.

Luo Xing shook his head, and explained with embarrassment, "No, it's because I forgot a lot of things, but when I want to recall them, I always feel a headache."

"This explanation is better than the wind blowing sand into the eyes." Shi Hai nodded slightly, expressing his understanding.

A man does not flick his tears easily, and is shy when he is seen.

Luo Xing: "..."

He felt that it was really difficult to explain clearly, so he had to silently admit this crying habit.

Shi Hai looked helplessly at the young man in front of him who had skin-to-skin contact impairment and red eyes, slowed down his voice, and asked slightly, "Do you remember my parents?"

Luo Xing immediately turned pale, "I'm sorry."

"I don't want you to apologize, but I just want to ask you about the specific process... Whose subordinates are those rebellious soldiers and how did they appear?"

Luo Xing was attracted by this person's voice, and his ears automatically filtered out other noises. When he finally raised his head seriously and looked straight at the other person, he fell into those deep and vast eyes unexpectedly. among.

Luo Xing knew that an interrogation would definitely be indispensable, but wouldn't it be too illegal to interrogate with such a warm voice and kind attitude? !