After the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, young people will go out to the downtown area to watch the lion and dragon dance, and large families will also invite opera troupes to set up a stage in the mansion to sing operas. Festive red lanterns hang in front of the shops on both sides of the city streets, and the snacks in the night market are extremely popular.

Fangfu, like other big households, invited a grass platform team, set up a platform in the back garden of the house, and babbled and sang. Fang Zhong nested in his courtyard, sent away all the people who were waiting around him, and sat quietly on the soft couch alone, staring at the candle flame on the table.

At this time of the year, he would also go with his friends, go around the lively places in the city, and buy some interesting knick-knacks. This year, he didn't have this Yaxing, the voices of the people who came to watch the play outside, and firecrackers were also set off in the house next door, but he felt that there was no trace of New Year's flavor in the New Year's Pass, and his heart was barren, and the whole person was swallowed up by loss and despair.

He took out a pair of transparent white jade bracelets from his arms, the index finger and thumb of his right hand continued to rub against the smooth surface, and the corners of his lips slowly hooked up a wry smile. The bracelets were found in a shop in Xicheng a few days ago, and he spent almost all of his savings. Fang Zhong didn't dare to disobey his father's wishes, and he didn't dare to expect Zhao Ling to treat him differently, but this did not prevent him from giving her a gift as a thought at the end of the year.

Fang Zhong summoned all his courage and quietly went to the Thirteen Mile Bridge to look for Zhao Ling, but was told that Zhao Ling had left Licheng and would return to the capital in the near future. He knew that he would probably never see Zhao Ling again in this life. The person he had in mind left nothing, and he failed to give his gift, and he failed to leave a trace in the heart of the person he liked. At that moment, Fang Zhong was a little resentful of his father, if it wasn't for his father's repeated obstruction, maybe these days, he would still be able to spend more time with Zhao Ling.

But that trace of resentment didn't last long, he remembered his father's cultivation and love for him since he was a child, and he couldn't hate it in an instant. What if it was more time? It was just to add to the sorrow! Father was right, he and Zhao Ling would never have come to fruition. He went home so depressed that he forgot about the original plan to go to the restaurant to see Du Wanwan.

Du Wanwan didn't know that Fang Zhong still wanted to see her, if she knew in advance, then tonight would be troublesome, and she would rush back to the restaurant. But if she did go back, she would only be disappointed. She was now squatting next to the carbon basin, thinking about how to deal with Yan Shao's wounds.

Yan Shao's wound was under the right collarbone, and the blood had been retained, wetting the clothes around his wound. Du Wanwan touched Yan Shao's sleeve pocket, which was empty, and there was no imaginary wound medicine. She found a thick mattress in her backpack and spread it in the open space not far from the carbon basin, then took off Yan Shao's big quilt and threw it aside, and made a quilt to cover Yan Shao.

After all, he is a person who has helped him several times, and now he is a partner again, and if he doesn't take care of it, it's really unreasonable.

The charcoal in the iron stove used to cook rice has been burned. Du Wanwan moved the iron stove to Yan Shao's side, then lit a fire to boil water, and found a plastic basin and a small family medicine box from his backpack.

In the last days, in addition to food and water, the most precious thing should be medicine, and the medicine in Du Wanwan's hand has long been exhausted. What is now contained in it is the Jinchuang medicine prepared in the base according to the earthwork later, and many medicinal materials are still mutated plants. In addition to these medicines, there is only a pair of scissors in the box.

originally wanted to cut Yan Shao's clothes, but thinking that she would have to bandage them in the end, she simply pulled Yan Shao's belt and stripped him of the clothes on his upper body. Du Wanwan had no shame at all when he took off Yan Shao's clothes, but when he saw Yan Shao's fierce figure, he inevitably blushed. Even if Yan Shao doesn't have that scar on his face, his appearance is very ordinary, but he didn't expect this figure to be really good!

The knife edge was very deep, Du Wanwan couldn't tell what the injury was, she used the two-pot head bought in the system to clean Yan Shao's wound, the unconscious Yan Shao frowned slightly, and the meat on the side of the wound was also jumping and jumping, it should be very painful. Du Wanwan put the Jinchuang medicine in his medicine box on Yan Shao, and then began to bandage the wound. The gauze used for bandaging was used by myself before, but it was cleaned and disinfected, so it should not cause infection to the wound. After doing this, not only was she sweating, but even Yan Shao's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

He slept very unsteadily, frowning all the time, I don't know if it was because of the pain, or if he dreamed of something bad. After the hot water was boiled, Du Wanwan cleaned himself first, wiped Yan Shao's face and neck, and finally thought about it, so he simply cleaned up his body.

She's not here to get oil, she just wants to take care of her financiers...... Well! That's it!

Yan Shao slept all night, and there was a tearing pain in his right shoulder, he dreamed of the past, dreamed of the blood flying on the execution ground, dreamed of Zhao Ling's sad and desperate expression, and dreamed of a stupid, thin and thin dirty girl. Then, he dreamed that he was in prison, escorted to the execution ground, and finally ......

Suddenly woke up, Yan Shao sat up and looked at the scene in front of him blankly. It was his house in the South City, but he clearly remembered that he had lost consciousness in the courtyard. The body was a little cold, Yan Shao lowered his eyes and saw that he was not wearing clothes on his upper body, the wound on his right shoulder had been treated, and the blood stains had been cleaned. I was covered with a half-old quilt, and the mattress under me was also very thick, so although I was injured, I still didn't feel tired after the night.

There was a carbon basin burning next to the mattress, and the room was still warm, and together with the clothes, it was a jujube red food box. Yan Shao got dressed, arranged the bedding, and opened the food box. There was a plate of pastries, a bowl of white porridge, and a plate of green side dishes, and on the plate next to it, there was a fist-sized piece of cooked meat. Yan Shao reached out and touched the porridge and vegetables, and then a faint smile appeared on his lips.

The meals are still hot......

Du Wanwan got up early in the morning to make breakfast for Yan Shao, filled the charcoal basin with charcoal, and left. She didn't know when Yan Shao would wake up, but no one in the restaurant knew that she was going out, and if someone went to look for her today and she wasn't there, it would be difficult to explain.

When Yan Shao woke up, Du Wanwan just returned to his small courtyard. She didn't sleep well all night last night, Du Wanwan wanted to make up for sleep, but someone didn't let her sleep.

"Brother Fang, why are you?" Du Wanwan didn't expect that it would be Fang Zhong who came to find him, and he couldn't react for a while.

Fang Zhong smiled gently, and raised the gift box in his hand, "Don't you invite me in?" I originally wanted to come yesterday, but I just went to the Thirteen Mile Bridge temporarily, and I came back late. Speaking of the Thirteen-Mile Bridge, Fang Zhong was obviously a little depressed, and the smile on Du Wanwan's face also faded by two points, it turned out that it was because of Zhao Ling, so he didn't come to see him.

Du Wanwan laughed at herself in her heart, what position did she have to ask Fang Zhongnian to come to see her when she was over?

"A gift for me?" Entering the house, Du Wanwan couldn't wait to open the gift box. Fang Zhong smiled lightly, sat down on the pestle at the table, his left hand on his lap, and just wanted to speak, but his face stiffened.

Looking at Du Wanwan's happy appearance, Fang Zhong was slightly distracted, and finally he sighed, and his right hand touched out the thing in his sleeve pocket that was just holding his legs, "Wanwan, this is also for you." ”

Du Wanwan's bright eyes were bent into a crescent moon, and when he saw the pair of moist white jade bracelets in Fang Zhong's hand, he was slightly stunned, "This is also for me?"