In the evening of April, the mountain breeze is cool.

Cheng Peng and Song Qiuyue were in the mountain col, looking at the behemoth corpse on the ground, and they were all shocked.

Song Qiuyue suddenly fell to the ground, so frightened that Cheng Peng didn't care if she was injured, and hurriedly stepped forward to help her.

"Sister Qiuyue, where are you hurt?

Cheng Peng panicked and grabbed her arm. The arms are thin, but they are very strong, and the women of the mountain village work all the year round, and they can't be strong if they don't want to.

A twenty-six-year-old woman is the same age as a flower. Although Song Qiuyue can't talk about the beauty of the country, she is in her prime, her facial features are dignified and figured, but she also has the reputation of the village flower in Bahu Village, and how many old and young masters drool over her openly and secretly.

Cheng Peng also likes her, that's because Song Qiuyue is kind and hardworking, he usually listens to his mother at home: "Qiuyue, this child is really evil, just Zhang Hu's family, that virtue, for a hundred women, all of them have long run out." is also Qiuyue, and she is still living with him. In the future, if my son can find such a daughter-in-law, I will die blindly!"

Now, seeing Song Qiuyue injured and falling to the ground, Cheng Peng was very worried, and he couldn't care about any men and women to avoid suspicion, so he grabbed Song Qiuyue and checked it out.

"It's okay, I just ran so hard that I broke my foot. Song Qiuyue said strongly, she wanted to smile at Cheng Peng, but both of them were disgraced, and her feet hurt a lot, so she couldn't laugh much better than crying.

Cheng Peng hurriedly said: "Don't hold it hard, you see it's swollen like this, come and sit down, I'll help you rub it." ”

Song Qiuyue's injured foot was swollen and shiny, the epidermis was purple-red, and the blood spots under the skin were clearly visible, and the injury was not light.

"I can't help it!" Song Qiuyue is more experienced than Cheng Peng, and knows that this Gangwei's feet can't be rubbed, otherwise it will be even more swollen.

Cheng Peng grinned: "Don't worry, Sister Qiuyue, I have a number." ”

In fact, just when he looked down at the injured foot just now, a stream of information rushed into his mind, all of which were ways to deal with such sprains and contusions. What's even more strange is that the palm of his left hand is cold for a while, as if he is holding a piece of ice.

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, he helped Qiu Yue to the side and sat firmly, and then gently lifted her injured right foot.

The shoes on his feet have long since disappeared, his socks have been cut by grass roots and branches, and there are still a few scratches on the instep of his feet, which are sparkling with faint liquid beads. This kind of injury is the most painful.

was touched by a man other than her husband, Song Qiuyue blushed and was very embarrassed, not daring to look at Cheng Peng's face. Her heart was beating so fast that her breathing felt sticky.

Cheng Peng couldn't help but feel distressed, and the ghost envoy gently pressed her ankle with his left hand, and gently rubbed his palm against the injury.

The cold feeling came, and it immediately had an analgesic effect. This made Song Qiuyue very surprised, and she said, "Dapeng, why are your hands so cold?"

"Oh, I don't know, I guess I was scared by that damn boar just now. Cheng Peng prevaricated casually, but this reason was also valid, at least Qiu Yue didn't continue to ask.

Cheng Peng used his cold palm to help Qiu Yue apply a cold compress for a while, and felt that his palm was a little wet and itchy, he quietly turned over his hand to take a look, and his palm was sweating at some point. And this sweat is still very strange, it is pale green, drop by drop, like the size of millet grains, sliding in the palm of his hand.

No, no, it's not a liquid, it's more like light, like fog. It seemed that he was the only one who could see it, because Song Qiuyue saw him looking at his palm, and looked at it curiously, and asked, "Dapeng, what's wrong with your hand?"

"Sister Qiuyue, can't you see it?" Cheng Peng's heart moved, and he hurriedly asked.

Song Qiuyue grabbed his hand a little nervously and took a closer look: "Are you hurt?" No, hey, it's just that your hands are so cold." ”

Cheng Peng concluded from this that only he could see these small beads like liquid and mist.

He tried to blow off the small beads, but they left his palm and floated towards Song Qiuyue's ankles, dozens of small beads surrounded her injuries, and disappeared on her ankles little by little.

When these small beads disappeared completely, Song Qiuyue couldn't help but hum: "Well, it's so comfortable!" She glanced down at her ankles, and tried to move, the redness and swelling of her ankles were significantly reduced, and the pain was even less tenth.

Song Qiuyue was very pleasantly surprised: "Ah, the injury is healed, Dapeng, you are really good, when will you learn massage with others?!"

Cheng Peng was still ignorant, and when he heard this, he just smiled: "It's nothing, it's trivial, hehe~"

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, while Song Qiuyue tried to stand up and walk.

Except for the lack of shoes, she walked normally, so she cleaned up the basket, sickle and grass next to her, looked back at the carcass of the wild boar wistfully, and asked Cheng Peng: "Dapeng, let's go? But what about this wild boar?"

In fact, she admired Cheng Peng very much in her heart, this wild boar was so big, Cheng Peng actually killed it by himself, how much effort did it take? She grew so big, it was the first time she had seen such a brave man.

Cheng Peng was a child who hadn't grown up in her heart before, but when she looked at it at this time, she felt that he was particularly manly. A slightly thin body, but it contains amazing strength.

Cheng Peng came back to his senses and responded: "Oh, let it go first, let's go back first." "Look at the time, it's already half past seven, and the family will be anxious if they don't go home.

Song Qiuyue nodded, Cheng Peng got up, and went to drag the carcass of the wild boar to a hidden location. This is a wild boar, and the market price of wild boar is 50 yuan. When I went back to the market and sold it, this pig was worth a lot of money.

Cheng Peng's family is too poor, and he only works for twenty or thirty yuan a day, and this wild boar has the income of his family for two or three years. Thinking of this, Cheng Peng couldn't help but be a little excited.

After hiding the carcass of the wild boar, he walked home with Song Qiuyue. Seeing that Qiuyue had no shoes to wear, Cheng Peng also took off his shoes and forced them into her.

"It's out of the way, I can walk like this. Song Qiuyue was embarrassed to take his shoes at first, how could she trouble others again and again? Cheng Peng saved her tonight, and she had already gone through all the hardships!

But Cheng Peng smiled: "Sister, do you think my feet stink? If not, you can wear them! Women are different from men, you are all thin skin and tender flesh, it is not good to be strained by stones, besides, your feet are not good." ”

At his strong request, Song Qiuyue put on his shoes, and Cheng Peng went barefoot. The two talked and laughed and went home, in the mountain village in April, it was dark early, and people closed their doors early, hiding in the house to watch TV and prepare to rest.

One person watched TV and saw half of it, and ran out to go to the toilet. It happened that Cheng Peng and Song Qiuyue passed by the door of his house, and when he heard the laughter, he suddenly came to his senses.

"Yes, isn't this Song Qiuyue's voice?" This person's name is Zhang Yunfeng, forty years old, he didn't go out to work, and he relied on a diesel tricycle to run a little transportation at home to make a little money. He is also one of Song Qiuyue's 'fans', so he is sensitive to her voice.

But Zhang Yunfeng was soon unhappy, why is there still a man's voice? And this is not Zhang Hu's voice, Zhang Hu is a dumb voice, and his voice is very distinctive. And the man's voice right now is obviously a young man.

Zhang Yunfeng didn't go up to the thatched house anymore, so he hid at the base of the wall and listened carefully, and looked out through the cracks in the stone wall.

"Oh~ It's the cub of Cheng Laosi's family~" He saw Cheng Peng's side face in the moonlight.