Boss, I was wrong!

With an innocent expression on his face.

"Then why don't you hurry down?" Shi Mengfan rolled his eyes and almost died.

Huang Xiaomu smiled apologetically and then got up from him. When he got up, his knee pressed heavily on Shi Mengfan's stomach: "Boss, I was wrong!"

Shi Mengfan: "..."

Shi Mengfan helped Huang Xiaomu up and started to walk forward.

Shi Mengfan and Huang Xiaomu walked forward in the rain, Sha Hongyang and his younger brother had already left, neither of them had been to this mountain before, they just walked down the slope, Huang Xiaomu's body was completely soaked, His hands and feet were cold but his body was hot.

Shi Mengfan touched his forehead and sighed: "Maybe the wound is infected and inflamed. His forehead is so hot."

Huang Xiaomu pursed his lips and leaned against him, looking a little pitiful: "It's so cold."

Shi Mengfan carried the man on his back with a firm tone: "I'll carry you."

Huang Xiaomu struggled twice but compromised.

Others have always carried Shi Mengfan on his back, but Shi Mengfan has never carried anyone else on his back. However, the power of love is great. A gang boss who struggled to run 1000 meters and failed the sports test repeatedly walked to the foot of the mountain with Huang Xiaomu on his back. It was already evening when they arrived.

The setting sun just set from here, it seems that the horizon is right in front of you, the rain has stopped, and the rainbow of seven colors hangs in the sky rendering the blush of the setting sun, which seems very beautiful.

Shi Mengfan put Huang Xiaomu off his back and kissed his damp hair: "

...feel better? "

Huang Xiaomu looked at him with wet eyes: "Boss, I'm hungry."

The corner of Shi Mengfan's mouth twitched and he looked at him with a look of doting: "Let's find a place where you can make a call first, it seems that this place is already out of the city."

Huang Xiaomu looked at him and nodded, then wrapped his arms around Shi Mengfan's waist: "...I'm tired."

Shi Mengfan pinched his face: "I know."

Then Shi Mengfan resigned himself to his fate and carried Huang Xiaomu on his back again. The two of them trekked for several hundred meters and finally saw a small river. Shi Mengfan looked upstream and sure enough there were a few families there.

He stringed Huang Xiaomu up: "Let's go, there are people over there, first find a place to stay overnight and then contact them."

Huang Xiaomu nodded and buried his face on Shi Mengfan's neck, feeling very warm.

"No one ever carried me like this when I was a child, even if I had a fever of 40 degrees, no one cared about me." Huang Xiaomu smiled wryly.

A hint of distress flashed across Shi Mengfan's face and he patted his butt: "I will carry you on my back from now on and never let go."

"Yeah." Huang Xiaomu nodded, feeling a little confused.

Shi Mengfan found a house and knocked on the door directly. The person who opened the door was an old woman, and when she saw Huang Xiaomu was almost unconscious, she immediately took her over.

Shi Mengfan thanked and followed into the yard.

This house lived with the old woman and her husband, a farmer with gray hair and wrinkled face.

It is almost isolated from the outside world, and there is not even a signal.

"Many people get lost from the mountain and come here every year." The old woman smiled kindly: "Stay here for one night and go down the mountain tomorrow."

147 He's fine

Shi Mengfan nodded, not having such a cold expression on his face.

The farmer found some clothes for him and Huang Xiaomu, and Shi Mengfan looked like a little farmer after putting them on.

"Excuse me, do you have tweezers, alcohol gauze or something like that?" Shi Mengfan looked at the farmer and asked.

The man froze for a moment and then looked at him: "Is that friend of yours injured?"

"En." Shi Mengfan nodded: "It needs to be dealt with."

"Let me go and have a look. When I was young, I also saw a doctor. The transportation in the mountain is not convenient. I will see anyone who is sick or injured in these families." The old farmer smiled.

"Don't bother you, I'll do it myself." Huang Xiaomu suffered a gunshot wound, and Shi Mengfan refused because he was afraid of exposing his target.

"Gunshot wound?" To Shi Mengfan's surprise, the man spit out the word x directly.

Hearing his words, Shi Mengfan didn't want to hide any more: "Well, it would be great if you could help."

"Haha, I did a lot of digging for bullets when I was young." The man smiled cheerfully, then opened the drawer and took out a series of tools, even a standard scalpel.

When they entered the room, Huang Xiaomu had already changed his clothes, his injured shoulder was tied with a cloth strip, and his face looked a little pale.

Shi Mengfan exposed his shoulders and looked at the old farmer: "Can you do it? If it's not possible, let me do it."

"It's okay." The farmer shook his head with a calm face. He looked at the location of the wound and said with a sigh: "Fortunately, it didn't hit the shoulder blade. If it got into the bone, it would be difficult to treat."

While talking, he took out the knife and tweezers and burned them with a lighter.

Huang Xiaomu looked at him with a horrified expression: "Is there no anesthetic?"

Shi Mengfan looked at him with some distress and said nothing, but the old farmer nodded calmly: "Where do you go to find anesthetics in the wilderness, if you don't come to our house, you won't be able to dig out the bullets."

"Don't!" Huang Xiaomu immediately took the quilt over and hid his head in it like a pig butcher: "Uncle, aren't you just kidding? Digging bullets without even anesthesia will hurt you to death!"

"If you don't have that courage, don't fool around, the child now." The old farmer shook his head and then lifted Huang Xiaomu's quilt: "If you are a man, you should order it. It's better than death, right?"

Huang Xiaomu glanced at Shi Mengfan with some grievances, he knew that I shouldn't have fired that bullet for you.

Shi Mengfan shook his head with a wry smile, then rubbed his hair: "Mu Mu, be strong."

"Then why don't you try?" Huang Xiaomu was about to cry. Although he was shot last time, the police uncle immediately sent him to the hospital. A beautiful doctor gave him an anesthesia injection. After waking up, the bullet came out Now, it's too bloody and violent to watch them dig bullets into themselves now, okay?It simply does not conform to the scientific concept of development!

"In the past, I was shot with six or seven bullets. There was no one around me. I picked them out by myself." The old farmer was filled with righteous indignation. , there is no good place, it looks very hideous.

"May I ask, did you...?" Shi Mengfan asked with a smile.

"I used to be a bastard too. The streets in A market were too chaotic. When I was young, I was fighting almost every day. The police arrested people like carrots and grabbed several cars every day. There were fighting everywhere. At that time, many people died. , When we dealt with the battlefield, there was blood all over the ground, almost converging into a river, and it took several sprinklers to clean it up."

As if recalling his past, the uncle's expression looked a little sad: "Back then, they were all brothers who died, and then died well, leaving their wives and children to wash their faces with tears and no one to take care of them."

The farmer sighed, then shook his head and looked at Shi Mengfan: "Children, you are all young, much younger than my son. In fact, it's quite boring to hang around with this thing. It's enough to spend enough money. There is no need for power at all. The great power corresponds to the great responsibility, just like the boss of the gangster, who has to take care of so many brothers who have accidents, and sometimes catches up with the crackdown and can’t pay wages, how tiring it is, it’s better to hide Retire in this deep mountain, no matter what the world is going on, to live for the rest of my life.”

What he said was very sincere, and Shi Mengfan also felt deeply, the pressure was really great.

He smiled and looked at the old farmer's eyes, and the color in his eyes softened a little, but there was more emotion and envy: "Uncle, in fact, I also want to be like you, traveling around the mountains and rivers all day regardless of world affairs, but some hatreds can't be resolved before I don't have such a leisurely mind, I don't know if you have the feeling that you can't breathe under the pressure of hatred, thinking about how to get revenge every second of the day, if this thing is over, I will travel around the world."

"Haha." Shi Mengfan's words seemed to be in line with the old farmer's temper. He laughed aloud and continued: "When I was young, money was what I was fooling around with, but after seeing my brother put his life in it, the essence changed. Time is the same, I think about revenge every day, but after avenging one brother, I find that other brothers died, children, it is fate to meet you here today, quit, you are still young, don't be fooled by hatred Close your eyes, when is the time for revenge!" The old farmer persuaded again.

Shi Mengfan looked at him and shrugged his shoulders apologetically: "Uncle, our affairs are different. I came out to mess around to let others pay back. The revenge I avenged was a family feud, a grudge from the previous generation, and it was related to many things. And I've held on to it for so many years, it's never going to die."

Shi Mengfan is not a person who likes to chat with people, but he said a lot unconsciously, and when he said this, his tone was full of firmness.

The farmer shook his head: "I have already said what I should say. If you are still stubborn, it has nothing to do with me. In fact, why bother? People live for themselves." He sighed after he finished speaking.

"Uncle, you used to be from City A, can you tell me where you did it at that time? I didn't grow up in City A, so I want to know more about the history. After all, what is said outside is not as true as the oral experience of the person involved." Shi Meng