Feeling it, the sound of breathing in her ears became low and smooth, and Zhang Wei knew that she was really asleep.

He carefully let go, and the arm she crossed around his neck sat up slowly.

"Huh,"

"Huh?".

The women, who had not yet fallen asleep, looked at him in surprise.

Zhang Wei stretched out a hand, put it to his mouth, and motioned for a few people to be quiet.

Several women didn't know why, but they also subconsciously quieted down.

Zhang Wei glanced at the cardamom sleeping on his side, supported his body with one hand, crossed the cardamom's body with the other hand, put it on the side of the bed, and then turned his body, after landing on one foot, the other foot was vacated and followed, gently falling to the ground, and the cat slowly moved his body out of the low bed.

Zhang Wei, who fell to the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, untied the fox fur that he didn't know who it was, but was begged for by Cardamom, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and gently draped it on Cardamom's body.

In the cellar, the light flickered on and off, just like the mood of the women who watched Zhang Wei's actions just now.

In this dark, damp and narrow space, the seriously injured, bloodless teenager, did not care about the wounds on his stomach that kept oozing blood, endured the pain, carefully, step by step, moved his weak body, just so as not to wake up the sleeping girl.

Can anyone tell them if what they just saw is real?

Is such a gentle treatment something that people like them can have?

If so, why should they always endure the strange and contemptuous eyes of the world?

If so, why do they get insults and insults again and again?

If they could, why could they hide in the darkest, icy corners at a time, like poor worms abandoned by the whole world.

If not, then who's going to tell me why? Why can she get it?

These women all opened their mouths, and there were countless emotions in their eyes.

Under the complicated eyes of these women, Zhang Wei walked up to them with a calm face and said softly, "Can you help me find a needle and thread?"

Yes?

The women were in a bit of a trance and didn't react for a while.

Zhang Wei didn't know how much shock his behavior had brought to their hearts just now, although for him, the cardamom had been nagging in his ears for the past three days, which had affected his cultivation progress to a certain extent.

But in the two days when his body was at its weakest, and his whole body was almost unable to move, it was this woman who was only fifteen years old who took on the burden of taking care of his daily life alone, without hesitation or complaining.

Zhang Wei didn't urge these women, and sat there calmly waiting.

After a while, the needle and thread were brought in, and it was still the woman named Yumo, who always seemed to be one step ahead of the others. Several kiln sisters stood aside and cast their eyes, both surprised and a little unconvinced.

Zhang Wei took off his shirt, revealing a somewhat green young body, white and delicate skin as smooth as clotted fat, so that the women around him showed envious and jealous eyes.

Zhang Wei frowned slightly.

Too thin and thin, muscles lack exercise, loose and weak.

When Cardamom showed him a mirror that day, he felt strange about this body, this is indeed what he looked like when he was fifteen years old, but when he was a teenager, he was not so white, and his skin was really good, a little excessive, not at all like a seriously injured person should have.

In addition to the skin and the somewhat strange recovery ability, this body is like an ordinary teenager, weak, and a little different, obviously very weak, but he can control it perfectly, down to the blood in the blood vessels, to the actual state of every muscle in the body, it is very clear and clear.

Zhang Wei untied the bandage layer by layer, revealing a wound on his stomach that was more than an inch long, like an open mouth, spitting out blood-red foam, and the strange thing was that the wound was like a new one, the flesh and blood were separated, and the squirming of the internal organs could be seen.

The terrifying and weird picture made several of the kiln sisters avoid their sight, and they felt disgusted and scared in their hearts.

Zhang Wei picked up the needle and thread and hesitated.

He didn't want to do this, unlike others, his wound was repairing itself every day, and the intestines that had been amputated inside were growing back and initially joining together, and in about half a month, this penetrating wound would be completely healed, and even like the original shrapnel cut, there would not even be a scar.

If he sewed up the wound now, it would certainly reduce the burden on his wound now. But at some point, he had to re-cut the wound and get the thread out of his body, otherwise the wound would never really heal.

The reason why the wound has not closed and healed in the past few days is because his body is excreting the foreign body that has been stored around the wound through the blood.

Some of these foreign objects were rust on the iron rods, necrotic internal organs, and the knife wound medicine that Instructor Li had applied earlier.

He could feel that his body was repelling all foreign matter.

Strictly speaking, this stitching is not to slow down his injury, but to increase his injury, but he has no choice, if he doesn't recover his mobility quickly, even if this church has that fake foreigner there, it can make the devil a little jealous to a certain extent, but the increasingly scarce survival resources, without food supplements, his body will become worse and worse, and he can only be slaughtered by others.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wei calmed down, threaded the thin thread into the needle, and pierced the needle into the belly without hesitation.

The needle is only used for ordinary sewing clothes, with the technology at that time, it is impossible to achieve the hair as slender now, so the needle buckle formed when the needle passes through the flesh will also be a little larger, in order to prevent the flesh around the wound from being easily torn apart, Zhang Wei can only pull the distance between the two sides of the needle buckle a little, and for insurance, wear an extra layer.

The whole cellar was silent, and several kiln sisters looked at the scene in front of them in amazement, unable to believe that anyone in the world would do such an appalling thing.

It was human flesh, still bleeding, not pork, not a piece of torn clothes, but it was actually pierced with a needle, was he still human?!, didn't he feel pain? Like before, after being accidentally pricked by a needle, they almost cried.

"Vomit~" A kiln sister couldn't help but bend over and vomit, like a chain reaction, and the remaining few also covered their mouths, or ran to the side and vomited, or felt retching on their stomachs.

Zhang Wei's forehead and hands were already covered with beads of sweat, but his hands were still steady, methodically finishing the last stitch and tying a knot.

Zhang Wei raised his head and saw the embarrassed appearance of the women, and the pungent smell of disgusting red wine came from the air, which made his brows furrow again.

But he didn't say anything, his eyes were looking for something on the table.

A pair of scissors wrapped in red cloth at the handle were handed to him, and he was stunned, and slowly looked up, and in front of him was a figure with heavy hair.

Zhang Wei's eyes were already wet with sweat from his forehead, and he blinked his eyelids a few times before he could see who the person was.

Zhang Wei nodded to her, reached out to take the handle of the knife handed over by the other party, cut the excess thread, wiped the sweat and blood stains from the wound with a cloth, and then picked up the bandage and prepared to tie it up again.

He put the corner of the bandage over the wound, pressed it with his left hand, straightened the bandage with his right hand and began to wrap it along his waist, and then from his chest to the back, and after a while he stopped, because he realized that this body was no longer the same now, his fingers were not long enough, and his body was not flexible enough to pull the bandage behind his back and pull it back to the front.

"I'll help you. A voice came overhead.

The slender shadow was reflected in him, and then a pair of tender hands touched his back, paused visibly, and then pulled the bandage, which was fixed around his waist and wrapped around the wound.

When Zhang Wei heard the voice, his spirit was already in a trance, vaguely, he smelled a fragrance, felt a somewhat warm body, and was very close to himself, and then in a flash, he saw a figure bending down in front of him, bandaging his wounds, because the distance was too close, he could only see a somewhat heavy black curly hair.

Waiting for the other party to tie the bandage, Zhang Wei dragged the body that was getting heavier and heavier, and the body that began to fall loose again, and said to her: "Thank you."

When Zhang Wei stood up, his eyes were dark, his body shook, and he almost fell down, but he immediately supported the table with his hands, stood up again, and when his eyes could see things again, he took two deep breaths, adjusted his state, and walked to the side of the bed with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The woman on the bed was still asleep, and she should have dreamed of something good, and was grinning and giggling.

Zhang Wei also smiled.

Zhang Wei turned around, sat down on the floor next to the bed, put his head on the bed board, and closed his eyes.

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Several kiln sisters looked at the young man who was asleep in bed, looking at each other with different emotions.

Hongling, who had a black mole on her face, lowered her voice and said, "I'm a little envious of cardamom." She's in such a good life. ”。

"What's so good about her life?! I can only say that stupid people have stupid blessings. The tallest woman among these people, and the most beautiful woman, called Yiqing, smiled, and also lowered her voice.

"What's a good life? How blessed is it?! Let's talk about living in the end. Except for Cardamom, the shortest woman was called Little Mosquito, holding a white cat in her hand, pursed her lips, and said in a disdainful tone.

Suddenly the white cat barked, broke free of her hand, jumped to the ground, and ran to the boy to lie down, she looked at it, and scolded in a low voice: "White-eyed wolf!".

"What's the way now? Do you want to carry him to bed, you can't just leave him like that. "When Fat Meihua has no idea of herself, she will look at Yumo.

"Since he didn't want to wake Cardamom so much, let him do as he pleased, and Meihua helped me put him on my bed. Yumo kept looking at the young man, and said when he heard the woman's words.

"Yo, Yumo, you have taken a fancy to this baby, do you want to snatch love with a knife? Then you have to be careful that Cardamom is desperate with you. Hongling still couldn't get used to Yumo's behavior, and laughed loudly.

Yumo still had the same expression as before, his eyes were flat and contemptuous, and he said as if he didn't care: "Then put you on the bed." ”

Although the two of them are of average height, they give people the feeling that Yumo is condescending to look down on Hongling.

"Hmph" I don't know if I was shocked by Yumo's aura or didn't want the already small bed to be occupied, Hongling snorted and stopped talking.

Although Zhang Wei is just a teenager now, the skeleton of his body is relatively large, and Yumo and the two of them can't move it at once, so they still can't look past it, so they walked over and moved him, and then lifted him to Yumo's bed board.

The oil lamps were extinguished, and the women went back to their beds and went to sleep.

Yumo was still sitting there, on the fallen wine barrel, smoking a cigarette, looking at the sleeping teenager on the bed, his eyes were a little like staring, and like drifting.

Time passed slowly, but she kept her like that, motionless in a daze, until a cold air from the air vent woke her up.

She thought for a moment, got up and picked up the big blue fur she usually wore, gently draped it over the young man's body, and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him carefully.

What kind of beautiful woman should she be to give birth to such a handsome and beautiful young man.

What kind of experience will make him so different?

She had noticed it when he first appeared that day, and she had never heard him groan of pain from such a severe wound, and her eyes were always closed.

It wasn't until he spit out blood because of the reckless movements of the little mosquito that he opened his eyes.

It was by no means the eyes that a child should have, they were as sharp as knives, and just looking at them from the side made her heart tremble.

Then that look, because of the cardamom, was hidden, like a knife back into its sheath, without a sharp edge, but you could still feel a trace of coldness.

Except for that day, he was rarely seen to open his eyes, he always closed his eyes, lying motionless on the bed, as if he were dead, only the constant heaving of his chest and the breath exhaled from his nose let people know that he was still alive.

Only when Cardamom was taking care of him, would he occasionally feel him open his eyes, but unfortunately, many times, he was blocked by Cardamom and couldn't see it, and she was curious about what kind of eyes it would be, because he never looked at anyone else, as if everyone else was transparent except Cardamom.

It wasn't until the evening that she finally saw his eyes, which were also not the eyes that an ordinary person should have.

Indifferent, calm, like a black lake, the lake is swimming, but there are no waves, maybe there is, but there is no light on the black lake, and the ripples on the water surface cannot be refracted.

He came from the bedside and looked into their eyes, and did not see any emotion, unlike others, looking into their eyes, she could always feel all kinds of emotions in them, contempt, sympathy, greed, shyness, envy, jealousy, longing, disdain, indifference, fiery, curiosity, disappointment.

But there's nothing in those eyes, just to let people know that he's looking at you right now, that's all.

This feeling made her very awkward, so she was even more curious about what emotions would be in his eyes when he looked at the cardamom.

Will there be love?

She thought so suddenly, and then laughed to herself.

She had already discovered that this was a cold-blooded man by nature, not only was his body temperature very low, but his heart must also be very cold, otherwise why would he be so cruel to his body.

If it weren't for the fact that her fingers touched his back just now, she found that his back was already wet with sweat and still trembling slightly, she would have thought that he didn't feel any pain.

Such a cold-blooded person, who doesn't even love himself, is not easy to enter his heart.

Yumo smiled silently, his chin slightly cocked against the head of the bed, looking a little arrogant.

It's the kind of arrogance that you look down on me, and I don't look down on you.

The teenager's body on the hospital bed suddenly shook, and he looked a little uncomfortable and painful.

Yumo put his hand on his head and touched it.

She knew that he was having a high fever, she had heard of this situation before, and she didn't know the specific reason, but she only understood that many people who had undergone surgery had fallen on this level.

I brought a basin of cold water in, dipped it in a cloth and applied it to him, and when the cloth was no longer cold, I changed it again, and it was repeated until the second half of the night, Zhang Wei's body temperature finally slowly dropped.

Yumo breathed a sigh of relief, and heard Zhang Wei's slight voice again.

He actually talked in his dreams.

Yumo put her ear to his mouth with some curiosity, and heard him keep calling a name, one that should be a woman's name.

Hey, someone really did it?!

Yumo thought to herself.

So what should Cardamom do? Will the other party accept Cardamom's origin?!

Yumo was thinking wildly, when she suddenly heard Zhang Wei call another woman's name, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

"Jade ~ Mo?" Yumo repeated, then looked at Zhang Wei and said with a smile: It turns out that he is still an amorous species!

Of course she knew he wasn't calling herself.

Zhang Wei's intermittent voice,

But it was the first time she had seen him look so frail.

Does that look like a teenager?!

Yumo laughed silently.