[Black Flower] Compensation

The blind man went to the bathroom to check around: the sink was wet, which proved that the child had indeed come in and touched the water.

Then what?After washing my hands, I suddenly felt very excited, so I didn't sleep anymore, and ran out to enjoy the moon without even saying hello?

The blind man didn't believe it.

But he was still Xie Yuchen who was found in the yard.

Under the moonlight at the base of the wall, Mr. Xie was holding the water tank he used to raise lotus without saying a word, and his back looked very devoted - the problem is that there are no flowers in the tank, it has been empty for at least two years, and it is in the middle of the night Yes, what is he standing there admiring?

Normally, the black blind man would not be able to stay idle, but today the child drank the medicine, and he was really in no mood to make sarcastic remarks and make trouble with others.As he walked closer, the blind man called him, "What are you doing Zana?"

Xie Yuchen heard it, but didn't answer, and still kept looking into the tank, only freed one hand, and gestured to the blind man with difficulty, signaling him not to go over.

The black blind man stopped in his tracks, and did not hurry to force his way. He observed from a slightly off angle for a while, and found that it was not that there was something interesting in the tank that attracted Xie Yuchen to look at it, but that there was black blood dripping from his face. When he got down, he had to stay still in place in order not to let the blood flow out.

The black blind man looked at the ground again, but he didn't see any blood - Xie Yuchen was determined not to let the blood flow elsewhere.

He understood what the child meant, and approached him and stretched out his arms to hold him steady: "It's okay, I'll be careful not to get blood, save your energy."

At this time, it is a wiser choice to cooperate with each other, and there is no need to resist hard.Xie Yuchen immediately relaxed, and his whole body was almost hung in the arms of the blind man—he was really hurt and tired. Such a bloodshed method really needs to reduce physical energy consumption as much as possible to maintain mental clarity. .

He could feel that there was a struggle in his body - he guessed it was a confrontation between two forces, and the medicine of the black blind man should have an effect.The pain came faster than usual, and it was out of control.When he found himself bleeding in the bathroom, he didn't have time to inform the black blind man, and hurriedly washed away the dirty blood that fell on the porcelain basin, and ran out in one breath: he didn't know what was in the blood, but it was definitely not a good thing , cannot stay inside the house.

The black blind man looked at the situation: It is probably a good thing that the unclean blood is discharged, and within the acceptable range, it is best not to intervene.

He shared his thoughts with Xie Yuchen, and there was no objection—in fact, the child is in a rather embarrassing state now, unable to take care of himself, and perhaps unable to respond at all.

The so-called "tolerable range" has to be divided by Xie Yuchen himself.The blind man picked up the child a little bit to make him feel more comfortable, and reminded people in his ears: "The truth is that way, but you have to pay attention, let's not have any accidents, and let me know when you reach the limit."

Xie Yuchen could hear clearly this time, but he couldn't speak. Blood kept gushing from his mouth and nose, and his sense of taste and smell was full of strong blood.His fingers were stained with blood, worried that it would be bad for the other party, he didn't dare to touch the black blind man, so he nodded indiscriminately to show that he understood.

During this process, Xie Yuchen's body kept sliding down uncontrollably, and he couldn't tell if it was because he was so painful that he wanted to curl up, or because he was too weak to support.The blind man carried him up patiently over and over again.

The wind in the hallway was chilling, and the heat source behind it became the only existence that could make Xie Yuchen feel better.

In that memory, Fu Bing backfired, and at the most difficult moment, he even thought: It is far better for life to end in such a situation than standing alone in desperation holding the wound alone in the past.

At the end of his consciousness, he saw that the falling blood was gradually bright red, reduced, and almost stopped.He called out with all the remaining strength, his voice was extremely hoarse and extremely peaceful, like a man who fell into the water finally grasping the driftwood for a moment:

"blind."