Of Mountains and Rivers

But the next day, Chu Huan still woke up to the smell of herbs.

Xiaofang—even though I learned that his real name is "Fierce Hairy Monkey", but Chu Huan personally thinks that the word "Xiaofang" is concise, easy to understand and vivid—although this friend still looks at him with angry eyes However, he got up early in the morning and squatted on the ground sweating like rain to boil medicine.

Now is the season when you can wear windbreakers, and Xiaofang is almost shirtless all day long, but it is still so hot, which makes Chu Huan a little puzzled.

Is this friend's firepower so strong that it is different from ordinary people?

Chu Huan propped himself up with the shoulder on the uninjured side and woke up from the hangover. He didn't feel any discomfort or headache. It can be seen that although the Nanshan wine tasted strange at first, it must be a good wine.

However, with just this slight movement, his originally tired and relaxed expression suddenly froze.

There is a saying that "how can a person not be beaten in the rivers and lakes without being stabbed", this is the law of the development of objective things, so Chu Huan dare not say how capable he is, but he is definitely a professional household who gets stabbed and shot From as small as a bullet bruise to as big as "three knives and six holes", he has experienced all of them.

Chu Huan is very clear about the extent of the injury, how to heal it, and how long it will take to heal it. If the gunshot wound on his body does not worsen or become infected in the first two days, it is actually just a matter of time. It has been well maintained.

But at this time, after only one night, his fresh wound had begun to scab over.

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

It seems that the local cell activity has been greatly enhanced.

What medicine did they give him?

In the bright morning light, countless thoughts came to Chu Huan's mind. His first reaction at that time was drugs because of his work experience dealing with various transnational desperadoes all the year round.

The leaves tied to the wound, and the herbs he drank, what ingredients did they contain?

Could he be mistaking the analgesic effect for a wound healing?

At this time, Nanshan came over with a basin in his hand, and greeted Chu Huan energetically.

Although Chu Huan was full of doubts in his heart, he responded calmly. He glanced into the basin in Nanshan, and saw a few big leaves that were palm-wide and two feet long soaked in half a basin of clear water—the same as The same as the bandage on his wound.

Nanshan knelt on one knee on the edge of his bed, bent down, and carefully unwrapped the leaves wrapped around the wound on Chu Huan's head. I don't know if I don't compare them. Maybe it's because of dehydration. The leaves removed from Chu Huan's body are obviously dry and dull. , as if the vitality was sucked away.

There was a bit of flesh and blood stuck to him on one of the leaves, and when Nanshan peeled off the leaf, he accidentally pulled it. Although Chu Huan didn't say a word, his body trembled violently.

It hurts—it really hurts, but the pain is good, at least it means that he has not been anesthetized.

Noticing his reaction, Nanshan spread out his palm and put it on his forehead, as if to appease him. Then, Nanshan took out a small bottle and poured out a small handful of snow-white powder, which looked like flour , whiter than ordinary white flour, with a special smell.

Fishy, ​​Chu Huan thought for a while, and felt that the smell was somewhere between "bloody" and "vegetal earthy".

Before Chu Huan could observe carefully, Nanshan applied the medicine powder on his wound.

The severe pain caused by the unknown powder was really extraordinary, and it was more exhilarating than pouring pepper water directly. Chu Huan felt as if someone had inserted a long thorn into his wound and stirred it again.

However, he had the psychological expectation that "taking the medicine will definitely hurt", so he didn't even shiver this time, but tensed his muscles instinctively, gritted his teeth and carried it over.

For such a tough performance, Nanshan looked up at him and smiled appreciatively, and said something to him, which sounded very similar to the pronunciation of Xiaofang's real name.

Chu Huan judged that the meaning of this praise probably also meant "ferocious Mao X".

He accepted the other party's compliment with a disheveled face, and at the same time thought sadly: "Don't be a ferocious donkey."

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

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

The standard room in the guest house has only two beds, and it is barely enough to squeeze two thinner girls, but two men will never be able to sleep. Xiaofang moved the TV on the TV cabinet to one side, and Chu Huan saw him laying on the bed above. I slept on a straw mat and slept all night with a wine jar under my pillow, looking like a worldly expert.

Nanshan naturally helped him wrap up the wound, and it took a few more minutes to cut a wooden stick that could serve as a crutch for him for a short time, so that he could move around. After Chu Huan tidied up, he took out a few pancakes and gave them he eats.

It was a cake made of coarse grains, some with leavened dough and some with dead dough. It could be seen that it was made a few days ago. It was dry and hard, like the dry food that ancient people would carry with them when they went out. The taste was very insane.

The unknown but extremely effective medicinal powder made Chu Huan full of speculation about his origin, so he also ate the coarse grains and miscellaneous noodles with special care, and he wanted to taste some mysterious ingredients from it.

In the end, Nanshan thought that the cake was too hard for him to bite, and immediately poured him a glass of wine carefully. Under Chu Huan's inexplicable eyes, he took a piece of cake and soaked it in it, and then took it out. Pass it to him.

Chu Huan: "..."

He thanked Nanshan for his concern, took it and ate it in silence, and had a good taste of the whole process of the taste from "crazy" to "terrible".

During the simple breakfast, Chu Huan started to have a stumbling communication with the other party. He first asked with gestures: "Are you going to wait here for a few more days? Wait for that teacher to come."

Nanshan shook his head, indicating that that person would not come.

It was still difficult for him to express, and he looked a little lonely, but he was calm, as if he no longer cared about it.

Chu Huan: "Then when are you leaving?"

Nanshan said: Wait until you recover from your injury.

At first, Chu Huan suspected that the poor communication made him misunderstand the meaning of others. He repeated his question with great hesitation. Nanshan stretched out his palm and patted his shoulder and leg, then put his hands together, Made a gesture that seemed to be "healing".

Chu Huan was stunned.

He really wanted to ask why, he had an unknown origin, and he still had a gunshot wound on his body, but the other party just met him by chance.It doesn't matter if you admit the wrong person, now that the other party clearly knows, do you still want to stay because of taking care of a stranger?

But he finally didn't ask, he always felt that asking this kind of question was like doubting other people's intentions.

So does he doubt it?

It's impossible for Chu Huan not to doubt, because that's what he does. For him, negligence is synonymous with stupidity. He has to keep careful examination of the surrounding environment and question twists and turns.

It's just that when he saw Nanshan's clear eyes, he couldn't help feeling ashamed of the question in his arms, so he covered it up very tightly.

So Chu Huan was silent for a moment: "Then let me treat you to dinner at noon—by the way, I can teach you a few more Mandarin words if it's okay, can you play two more pieces of yesterday's tune for me?"

Nanshan was very generous when he invited people to eat and drink, and he was not pretentious when he was invited. At noon, he and Xiaofang were on the same side, and he happily carried Chu Huan out of the guest house.

The small county town is a transit point for tourists to rest their feet. As far as the eye can see, there is a row of small restaurants that provide pig food group meals for tour groups. The hanging English store name stands out from the crowd.

Of course, I took a closer look and found that the letters are Chinese pinyin.

The pinyin content "Ken Dang Chicken" is also marked in the corner.

Chu Huan paused under the sign for a long time, and concluded that this was the kid who played 3P with McDonald's, KFC and Chongqing Chicken Pot.

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

When he rolled down the cliff, the communication equipment fell off and broke. It was not until this time that Chu Huan finally spent [-] cents to call Lao Wang on the phone of the hotel, and listened to Lao Wang's swearing. , Quan regarded it as the baptism of love from the father-in-law in the previous life, and then rejected Lao Wang's suggestion to send someone to pick him up.

"I will go back by myself after staying for a few days. The environment here is very good, so I will treat it as a tourist."

Lao Wang didn't bother him about it, but was silent for a while, and asked, "How did you just say you fell?"

Chu Huan didn't change his face: "Missed."

Old Wang: "...can you die if you don't talk nonsense?"

"What a mistake, but it has been rectified now." Chu Huan smiled softly, "Then, don't forget to say hello to Xiaolu for me, a young man who has lost his footing, and we have agreed that when the child is born in the future, we will be happy. Call me uncle."

Lao Wang's daughter, nicknamed Xiaolu, married a photographer two years ago and is about to have a baby now.

Thinking back, Chu Huan found that he had spent his entire adolescence just fighting for her, like a black-eyed chicken, but he never took the initiative to ask her out to watch a movie, eat ice cream or something, even something as popular as a love letter. I haven't written it, it's just pinching for the sake of pinching, and fighting for the sake of fighting.

It's a bit self-indulgent, and it's ridiculous...almost cute.

"Let's go, goodbye." He said to Lao Wang.

"Kendang Chicken" sells noodles and fried chicken. When Chu Huan asked naively, "Is there any French fries—that's fried potatoes", the proprietress turned around and went to the kitchen to bring him a bowl of steamed potatoes together with big potatoes. He reached out and grabbed a handful of coarse salt, sprinkled it on it, and said boldly: "Eat it."

Chu Huan: "..."

However, although it is a copycat, the quality of the food is surprisingly good. The sourdough bread is white and fat and soft, and the fried chicken is yellow and clear. You can smell a strange smell of meat from a distance.

At first, Xiaofang was very impatient with Chu Huan, and even had some hostility. When they drank together the day before, this hostility had been half eliminated. When the fried chicken was served, Chu Huan could tell that this ferocious hairy monkey It's about turning an enemy into a friend with myself.

He himself had no appetite, so Chu Huan felt all over his body, found out the remaining half pack of cigarettes, borrowed a fire from the proprietress, and smoked one by the window. When he sat back, Nanshan suddenly raised his hand to hold it his chest.

Chu Huan was taken aback for a moment, and saw Nanshan gently tap his lungs with his index knuckles, looked at him seriously, and shook his head in disapproval.

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

Chu Huan couldn't help but stared at him for a while, and he found that when Nanshan was eating, he was concentrating on it as if he was dealing with a very sacred and important matter, and not a single scum was wasted.

Eating——for Chu Huan, it is just a basic behavior to maintain life. He doesn't know when he lost his appetite. It makes no difference to him whether it is delicious or not. Big meals, in his eyes, are all the same, three mouthfuls are settled, all of them taste the same.

But at this moment, looking at Nanshan, he suddenly had the illusion that "eating is a particularly happy thing". He lowered his head tentatively and took a bite, feeling the same, it was just ordinary chicken.

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

"It's so delicious?" Chu Huan thought to himself, slowed down involuntarily, and concentrated his scattered energy back on the bitten chicken leg in his hand.

In this way, Chu Huan glanced at Nanshan, took a bite, and slowly, his numb and inflexible taste buds gradually awakened, and he really tasted it.

The three of them quickly cleared up two large plates of fried chicken that were piled up on top of each other, and Chu Huan realized belatedly that he was full of food.

After paying the bill, he turned his head and glanced at Nanshan's calm and contented expression. For some reason, he also felt a little bit of the joy of being assimilated.

But... wait, it's fine that music can make you feel good, but what about watching people eat?

Is it delicious?

Chu Huan twirled the ring between his fingers in embarrassment, let the three words "tease you play" sharpen the skin at the root of his finger, his face was calm, and his heart was full of condemnation, thinking: "No, I'm so wretched."