"What's wrong with me?"

Listening to the little mute's tone of righteousness, Wen Anan shook his hand in the air twice, and then pointed to his nose and said angrily: "You, you, you, you can actually speak."

The little mute saw that Wen An'an was just this sentence over and over, and he didn't pay attention to her anymore. He sat down beside her again, and continued to pound something on the ground with a stone.

Seeing that after he finished asking this time, the little mute didn't even answer. The other party's silence made Wen An'an so angry that he sat up from the ground in a flash.

But because she sat up too fast, her head was already groggy, and she was even more dizzy, and she only felt that the whole world was dangling in front of her eyes.

Seeing that Wen Anan was about to fall straight back, the little mute who had been paying attention to the situation on his side immediately reached out to support Wen An'an's back to prevent her body from hitting the ground after she fell.

"It's all because you got up too violently, how about it, dizzy?"

Listening to the little mute's somewhat reproachful words, Wen Anan only felt that his head hurt even more.

Supporting the ground with one hand and holding his somewhat hot forehead with the other, it was not until his vertigo passed that Wen Anan opened his eyes, glared at the little mute viciously, and mocked weakly: "Then I should really be blamed, I can't hold my breath so much." Isn't it just that a dumb person can speak, what is there to be surprised about, as if he has never seen the world"

"Ahem"

Being ridiculed in front of him, no matter how thick-skinned he is, he can't stand it, not to mention that the little mute is only a seven or eight-year-old child.

So when he heard Wen An'an's words, the little mute turned his head away uncomfortably, and then put a fist to his mouth with one hand, and coughed twice in disguise.

Seeing that the little mute was still embarrassed, Wen An felt better. In fact, to be honest, she was surprised and angry at the little mute's behavior of hiding that she could speak. But it didn't reach the point where the anger reached the extreme.

It's not so much that Wen An'an was a little dumb person who deceived her, but that he was angry that he was so angry. After all, in the kind of situation they know, it is understandable to hide something from someone they don't know.

But the little mute couldn't answer her so confidently after they had gone through so many tribulations together, 'What's wrong with me'. This will make Wen Anan feel that the sincerity he has paid during this time is just this child's play.

The little mute coughed lightly for a long time, but he didn't see any reaction from Wen An'an. So he turned his face sideways slightly, and looked at Wen An'an's movement with his spare eyes.

However, he saw that Wen Anan just lowered his head and looked at the ground, without even rolling his eyes. It looks like an old monk sitting still. So the little mute stretched out his hand and dangled twice in front of Wen An'an, but the other party still ignored him.

Seeing Wen An'an like this, the little mute estimated that she was angry with herself. But it's right to think about it, whoever is it, being deceived by others like this, can't be happy.

According to common sense, in fact, it is also my own fault. Thinking of this, the little mute tweeted An An's shoulder with his hand and shouted softly: "An An"

But. After handing in the name, the little mute no longer had a voice. The cave was quiet.

When he heard the little mute call his name, Wen Anan pricked up his ears, but waited for a long time. Didn't wait for a follow-up. She didn't know whether she should continue to be annoyed, or should be laughed at by the little mute's behavior.

After Wen An's sullen anger had passed, she sighed secretly. Now that things have come to this point. The two of them always sit here and don't care about anyone, and it's not a solution, they have to solve the problem.

really let Wen Anan open this mouth first. But she always felt that she couldn't save face. But as soon as this thought appeared, Wen Anan secretly cursed himself a few times in his heart.

How old is she, how can she still see like a child. The more I live, the more I think of myself as a child.

After understanding this, Wen Anan was no longer as entangled as he was just now, but his face was still a little sneering: "You don't have anything else to say to me except calling my name?" ”

When Wen An'an spoke, although the little mute was still expressionless, he still quickly looked at her. But when he heard what she said next, the little mute lowered his eyelids again.

For the series of actions of the little mute, Wen Anan saw it in his eyes. At this time, she suddenly realized that she was actually a little strong.

In the past, the fat man once asked her why she was sold, but Wen Anan just laughed and didn't talk about it at the time. If I hadn't thought yesterday that the boy on the other side was mute, he wouldn't have talked nonsense with others, and he wouldn't have poured out all his thoughts like beans.

In fact, from another point of view, as long as the normal person, who would want to be treated as a mute every day, unable to express their thoughts at will, and suffocated to death.

Perhaps, just as she is reluctant to tell others about herself, the little boy in front of her must have secrets that she doesn't want to tell her, secrets that he doesn't want to be exposed to the sun.

After thinking everything through, Wen Anan was also a little uncomfortable with his step-by-step pressing. After pursing his lips and pausing for a while, he said dryly to the little mute: "Since you don't want to say it, don't say it." Anyway, it's not interesting to go back and go through old accounts."

Maybe I didn't expect that I would let go of this topic so easily. So when Wen An'an said the words, the little mute actually looked at her with wide eyes and surprise.

Looking at the little mute's rare expression in a hundred years, Wen Anan squinted his eyes and looked at the other party disdainfully: "Why, I forgive you so generously, as for being so surprised?" ”

It is estimated that it is difficult for the little mute to adapt to Wen An'an's language of selling melons, and stared at her for a long time before he seemed to react, and shook his head in a daze.

With Wen An'an's boast, the uncomfortable atmosphere that spread between the two gradually dissipated.

Although the two did not speak again, they obviously returned to their previous mode of getting along.

Wen An'an turned around, sat opposite the little mute, and then looked at him boredly, crushing the blades of grass on another stone with a stone.

After watching it for a long time, Wen Anan remembered and asked him, "What are you doing with all this grass?" ”

As soon as Wen An'an's words fell, the little mute stopped what he was doing, and then pinched the crushed grass on the stone in the palm of his hand and handed it to Wen An'an.

Looking down at the green of the little mute's hands, Wen Anan frowned and asked, "What are you doing for me?" It's not going to make me eat them all, is it? ”

No matter how difficult it is for them now, they each have a steamed bun in their arms, and they don't have to learn from the Red Army's Long March of 25,000 to gnaw the bark of the tree before the grass roots.

Wen Anan asked for a long time, but he didn't see any answer from the little mute, so he raised his head and said to him angrily: "You are not dumb now, you don't have to learn what you used to be, don't speak"

Maybe he felt ashamed of himself, so when Wen An'an spoke to the little mute in such a tone, he didn't put on the usual appearance of ignoring it, but calmly explained to Wen An'an: "This is not grass, it's herbs, I found them in the morning on the mountain, these can treat the inflammation of the wound." Oh, it's in your hands. And this, if you put it on your face, the swelling will go down faster."

Hearing the little mute mention his hands, Wen Anan noticed that both hands had been properly bandaged. Feel it carefully, although it still hurts a little, but it doesn't have to be hot and uncomfortable yesterday.

Now Wen An'an, I don't know what kind of mood Lu Dao should face this boy. It seems that since I met him, I have been constantly there, moved, annoyed, moved again, and then annoyed, changing moods in this cycle of emotions.

I guess I slapped a sweet date, but that's it.

The only trace of anger left in my heart disappeared cleanly because of the little mute's 'herbal theory'. Stretching out his bandaged hand, he motioned to the little mute and said, "Turn the herbs upside down, I'll put them on."

The little mute looked down at the strip of cloth in Wen An'an's palm, and then pressed her outstretched hands with her other hand, and said softly while moving closer to Wen An'an: "I'm still coming, you can't see it on your face."

Seeing the little mute moving closer to him, Wen Anan instinctively withdrew his head back, but he didn't retreat far, and was pushed back by the little mute on the back of his head: "Can you be honest, so that I can also give you medicine"

Although he was still a little kid in front of him, Wen Anan still felt uncomfortable. But he couldn't hide from it, so he simply closed his eyes tightly.

But I closed my eyes and waited for a long time, but I didn't feel any movement. In desperation, Wen Anan had to secretly open one eye slightly, but it didn't matter if he looked at it, but he saw a little smile in the obsidian-like eyes of the little dumb man.

The sparkling light, like the stars of the night, injected a touch of brilliance into his entire eyes. The beautiful even Wen An'an's heart skipped a beat.

may be regretting his uselessness, and this bit of hue can also be seen; Maybe it's because the angry little mute is too hateful, and instead of drugging herself, she waits to see her jokes. But no matter what kind of thing it is, anyway, Wen An'an was a little annoyed and angry, and even some scoundrels stalked their necks and said: "Whether you give medicine or not, forget it if you don't give it."

After speaking, Wen Anan closed his eyes 'out of sight, not upset'. Even the low laughter that was close at hand did not open his eyes.

"It might hurt a little, but bear with it. The effect of the drug will soon pass" (to be continued......)