I am not a good person

Zhao Zenian raised his head and looked, "Be good!"No wonder he felt cold all over. It turned out that he fell on a snow hill. No wonder he survived falling from such a high place.

Zhao Zenian lay on the thick snow, surrounded by mountains and white snow, not to mention people, he didn't even see a single animal.

The joy that had just surged up suddenly dissipated: He didn't fall to his death, but he was going to freeze to death here, so he might as well just fall to his death!

Sleeping for a while and waking up for a while, Zhao Zenian couldn't count how many times this was. He vaguely heard light footsteps coming, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped less than three steps away from him.

Open your eyes, in front of you is a bearded uncle in his thirties, with a beard on the lower half of his face, wearing a thick cotton coat, the belt and sleeves are made of animal fur, and a circle of fluff on his head snow cap.

Holding a long three-pronged fork in his hand and a set of bows and arrows on his back, he looks like a hunter.

Uncle Qiuran looked Zhao Zenian from the beginning to the end, looked up, and asked, "Did you fall from above?"

"Yes."

"Can you move?"

Zhao Zenian replied weakly: "It seems that I can't move."

Uncle Qiuran put the three-pronged fork on the ground, squatted down and looked at it carefully, then pressed Zhao Zenian's limbs and back respectively, and said, "Young man, you are lucky to fall from such a high place. When I got down, my arms and legs were not broken!"

"Hehe, but I'm about to freeze to death."

Uncle Qiuran also laughed "hehe", carefully helped Zhao Zenian up, and then carried him on his back: "It's either God's kindness, or your ancestors blessed you, you didn't fall to your death, and you happened to bump into me!"

After walking a few steps, Zhao Zenian reminded him: "Uncle, you didn't take your fork."

"It's okay, I'll come back later."

"Oh, what is this place?"

"Deep in the mountains."

Zhao Zenian didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes. He was about to fall asleep, but he insisted on refusing to sleep: "Uncle, besides me, have you seen another person who is about my age and very handsome!"

Zhao Zenian clearly felt that as soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Qiuran's footsteps paused, and then he continued to walk forward.

"Uncle?" Zhao Zenian was very anxious.

Uncle Qiuran said: "I picked up a beautiful young man in the morning. There is a snow hill and a few big trees between you and the place where he landed. I found him first. What is your relationship with him? "

Zhao Zenian didn't bother to answer, he just asked, "Is he okay?"

The bearded uncle shook his head.

Zhao Zenian was short of breath, his chest was stuffy and he couldn't breathe, his eyes were dark, and he passed out immediately.

When he woke up again, it was his intuition as a killer. Zhao Zenian suddenly opened his eyes, and sure enough, someone was looking at him, and a chubby round face was about to approach him.

Seeing him open his eyes, the little baby who was about six or seven years old turned around and shouted: "Father, mother! Big brother is awake!"

Soon, a man and a woman came to the bed, the man was the bearded uncle who carried Zhao Zenian on his back.

The house was not as cold as it was outside, the uncle with the beard had taken off his padded jacket, and the woman beside him was only wearing a thin jacket, showing concern.

"You are..." As soon as he spoke, his voice became very hoarse.

The woman went out immediately.

Uncle Qiuran leaned down slightly: "I am a hunter in the mountains. Our family of three has lived here for almost ten years, and we make a living by hunting. My surname is Zhang. That was my wife just now. You can call her Mrs. Zhang!"

He touched the doll's head again: "This is our child, Xiaoshan."

"Oh, thank you for saving me, I will definitely repay you." Zhao Zenian said, always feeling that something was missing in his heart.

Mrs. Zhang came in with a glass of water and carefully poured it down for him.

Uncle Zhang smiled: "Whoever repays and doesn't repay, let's take care of your body first. You are not short of arms and legs, but you are not badly injured."

With a flash of inspiration, Zhao Zenian sat up all of a sudden: "The more you want, the more you want!" After shouting, he fell down involuntarily.

Uncle Zhang and sister-in-law Zhang were startled, and they came up to see if he was okay.

But Zhao Zenian didn't care about anything, he insisted on grabbing Uncle Zhang's hand and kissing: "Uncle, didn't you save another person, and that person, where is he!"

"What are you excited about?" Uncle Zhang saw that he was anxious, and his speech speed also increased: "It's in Xiaoshan's house!"

Zhao Zenian was overjoyed: "Then, is he all right?"

Mrs. Zhang said: "It's almost the same as your injury."

Uncle Zhang continued: "His body is not as strong as yours, and he hasn't woken up once yet!"

"I'm going to see him!" Zhao Zenian said, and was about to get up.

Uncle Zhang stopped him: "You are seriously injured, it's best not to move around!"

"No, I won't be at ease if I don't stay with him!"

Seeing that he was determined to go, Zhang and his wife sighed and helped him up: "Come on, be careful, don't touch your left arm, your left arm is almost broken!"

Zhang Xiaoshan's room was next door. It was a whole wooden room, and the rooms were only separated from each other by thick curtains. As soon as Zhao Zenian entered the room, he could smell blood.

Feng Yueyi lay flat on the bed, his forehead and right cheek turned blue, as if he had been hit somewhere, his lips were chapped and bleeding, and there were several bloody scars on the back of his exposed hand, which must have been wiped by Mrs. Zhang, otherwise it would have been more tragic .

Zhao Zenian's heart was in great pain, and Feng Yueyi was the only one who would sacrifice his life for him without hesitation!

Maybe it was because of the serious injury, he became a little fragile, tears almost fell down, and when he spoke, he inadvertently brought out a crying voice: "He, is he really all right?"

"I've seen it, it's all right!" Uncle Zhang comforted him: "Young man, he's really fine, just like you, just take care of him! He doesn't wake up now, and he will definitely wake up later, uncle understands Injury from bruises, I won’t lie to you!”

Zhao Zenian sniffed: "Uncle and sister-in-law, thank you!"

Zhang and his wife seem to be simple and honest people, they obviously saved someone, but as soon as he thanked him, he smiled embarrassedly.

Just as Zhao Zenian was about to say something, his stomach started to growl. He hadn't been in such a predicament for a long time, so his face became slightly hot.

Mrs. Zhang smiled: "Wait a while, the meal will be ready." Then she went out.

Uncle Zhang supported Zhao Zenian to sit down by the bed, and said, "At first, I thought you two were fighting on the top, so you fell down together. I didn't dare to tell the truth when you asked, for fear You hit down here again."

He asked: "Seeing you are so nervous about him, is he your brother?"

It's no wonder that Uncle Zhang guessed so, Feng Yueyi looks like a boy and a girl, too beautiful, and Zhao Zenian's appearance is not bad, they really look like they belong to the same family.

If the situation was normal, Zhao Zenian would acquiesce, but Feng Yueyi was still unconscious, his heart felt hot, he looked at Feng Yueyi's face and said, "He is the person I want to hold hands with for the rest of my life."

Uncle Zhang was stunned for a moment, but he didn't understand: "What? Boy, can you say it again?"

Zhao Zenian looked up at him: "Uncle, he and I are just like you and sister-in-law."

Uncle Zhang was stunned.

Zhang Xiaoshan asked: "Father, what do you mean?"

After all, the child is still young, and Zhang and his wife have the grace to save their lives. Zhao Zenian put it another way: "This is my dearest relative. He can give his life for me, and I can give everything for him!"

Zhang Xiaoshan nodded with a vague understanding.

Zhao Zenian crawled onto the bed: "Uncle, I just need to share a room with him."

When he came out of the room just now, he found that the room was not big, with only two bedrooms. How could he have the nerve to let the family of three have nowhere to sleep?

Uncle Zhang thought he was tired: "Dinner will be ready later, I will call you again." He took Zhang Xiaoshan out.

When the curtain was lowered, Zhao Zenian ignored the pain on his body, lifted the quilt from Feng Yueyi's body, and checked him personally, otherwise he was still worried.

Fortunately, as Uncle Zhang said, what Feng Yueyi suffered were all flesh injuries, as well as minor internal injuries, which should have been caused by the shock when he fell.

In fact, he also suffered internal injuries from the shock, but he was only concerned about Feng Yueyi's safety, so he felt that there was nothing to worry about.

Zhao Ze caressed Feng Yueyi's face softly, avoiding the bumps, and said, "Yueyi, I planned to work for Jingxu Pavilion for the rest of my life, but at the moment you jumped off, I felt that I shouldn't so."

"I plan to stay in Jingxu Pavilion for ten years, and I will repay the pavilion master's life-saving grace. We will never be separated again. There are still a few years, are you willing to wait for me?"

Zhao Zenian also knew that Feng Yueyi couldn't hear, let alone answer, so he lowered his head and kissed the pale lips. When he found Feng Yueyi's lips were cold, he tossed and turned gently for a while before letting go.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Zhang Xiaoshan pinching the corner of the curtain and looking at him with novelty and ignorance on his face.

Zhao Zenian didn't feel that the action just now was anything serious, so he waved naturally: "Little guy, come in."

Zhang Xiaoshan rushed in and lay down on the bed, wearing a cute little padded jacket, with short hair, tied into a sky-high braid, small but round eyes, black and clear, and very flexible when turning.

He stared at Zhao Zenian without blinking.

Zhao Zenian himself couldn't figure out how long he had slept, but he felt that he was not sleepy now, so he became excited and said to the child, "If my face is dirty, please take a towel and wipe it off for me."

Zhang Xiaoshan shook his head: "It's not dirty, my mother wiped it for you."

"Then why do you keep looking at me?"

Zhang Xiaoshan thought for a while and said, "There are only my father, my mother and me here."

Zhao Zenian understood that this child must have never seen any outsiders, so he was surprised.

At this time, Uncle Zhang raised the curtain, and Aunt Zhang came in with soup in one hand and vegetables in the other, and put them on the table next to the wall. There were two steaming steamed buns in the vegetable bowl.

Zhao Zenian felt extremely hungry, so he climbed out of bed unceremoniously and gorged himself.

Zhang's family of three also went out to eat.

When Zhao Zenian was half full, there was a slight movement behind him. He turned his head happily and saw Feng Yueyi's fingers moving.

"Yueyi!" Zhao Zenian rushed over excitedly and grabbed Feng Yueyi's hand.