Although Luo Yuhan didn't want to leave, the scar still had the day when it fell into new life. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the scabs fell off day by day, Luo Yuhan gradually regained his original good appearance.

With a jade crown on his face, evil and handsome, even if he is dressed in an ordinary gray-blue plain clothes, he still can't hide his peerless elegance.

The newborn skin was pink and tender, delicate and white like a baby, Wu Nuandong sat in front of him, his body leaned forward, and his fingertips touched the new flesh slightly, "Does it hurt?" ”

"It doesn't hurt!" Hot flashes of breath swept between his lips and nose, and he lowered his eyes and did not dare to lift them.

"Do you feel it?" Wu Nuandong poked a little harder, and when he saw that his expression remained unchanged, he couldn't help but be slightly shocked, and said hurriedly: "Could it be that the nerves have not been repaired well?" As he spoke, his fingers ran over the back of his head, hoping to test his sense of touch.

The slender arms circled his head, forming a half-hugging form, and her delicate face was close to her fingertips, because of anxiety, her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, and her clear eyes completely reflected his appearance, wrapped in worry.

"It's okay, it's warm, it's feeling, it's really feeling!" He forcibly suppressed the urge to hold her hands back, and his heart trembled as he was contaminated with her scent.

Wu Nuandong breathed a sigh of relief and sneered, "Scared me!" She withdrew her hand to carefully observe the growth of the new meat, flipped it with one hand, took out a palm mirror and handed it to him, "Brother Luo, look, the color is not consistent now, it will be fine in two months." ”

Luo Yuhan had no other thoughts at this time, looking at the round mirror held in the white and tender little hand, his mood was chaotic. How long did he refuse to look in the mirror, or even wash his face, he threw the cloth down and brought it up, in short, he avoided it if he could.

Taking the mirror, he held his breath and slowly put it in front of his eyes.

"The eardrum has been repaired, the ear repair will not be too perfect, the general shape will be, but there is no ear bone, it can only be regarded as a decoration." She gently touched his empty ear holes and explained, "I can't repair my ears alone, and I still need to be with Grandpa Zheng." ”

Luo Yuhan looked at himself in the mirror and gradually showed a smile.

The original pothole-shaped scars have now been filled, and the cheek muscles are plump and natural, but there is a slight difference in color, black and white, like a half-sided totem, and the whole person looks like a demon with a weird sense of enchantment.

"The scalp needs time to recuperate, and it is expected to take one to two years to regain hair. But Brother Luo, I think your short hair is also good, it's better to keep trying. She tilted her head and stroked his short hair casually, a little smug, "I'll trim other hairstyles, if you don't like this, we can change it at any time." "When she used to share a two-bedroom apartment with her male girlfriend, her hairstyle was taken care of by her, and that guy had to let her teach herself style, so that she didn't have a man but knew what were the most popular styles for men at the moment.

"Good!" He gave her back the mirror buckle and nodded his head kindly, as if he had no other opinion on what she said.

But subconsciously, Wu Nuandong still noticed that Luo Yuhan was not in a very good mood.

"What's wrong?" She held his face with both hands, lifted it up to make him look directly at her, and frowned and asked, "Are you unhappy?" A near-flawless face appeared in her eyes. He smiled slowly, and her face was also reflected in her brown eyes, recovering her worldly appearance, dazzling and breathless.

"Happy, happy!" His eyes flashed something, learning from her to hold her stunning face, rubbing her soft palm with the most delicate part of her face, her eyes were sincere and bright, "Are you happy to see it?" ”

It wasn't until he was held up by the hot palm that Wu Nuandong was stunned for a while, and then he realized that his actions were too ambiguous. However, there are thin calluses on his palms, slightly damp, with a faint medicinal fragrance, holding her cheeks as if holding a rare treasure, unwavering but cautious, even the two slender palms are trembling nervously, and the affection in the tea eyes can hardly be concealed. Her heart fluttered, and she wanted to withdraw her hand in a panic, but he noticed it in advance, but instead withdrew her hands and held the back of her hand, holding her face insistingly, unwilling to let her go, and then the handsome face in front of her gradually approached her, closer and closer, so close that she was about to smell the medicinal fragrance emanating from the corners of his lips.

There was a knock outside the door, Wu Nuandong suddenly woke up, got up and took a step back, and held his forehead for a long time without saying a word.

Luo Yuhan looked at the empty hands, closed his eyes and leaned back, his hands clenched into fists, and leaned on the back of the chair.

Outside the door, voles that only want to steal food run away from the broom, interrupting their near-made mistake at the same time.

Wu Nuandong wandered around the house twice, and finally walked out without looking back. And Luo Yuhan opened his clenched fist, lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance that belonged to her on his palm, laughed on his back like crazy, and lied to himself with his hands in his heart, she was still held between his palms.

What about being alive? What about healing?

She was still drifting away, and could no longer lean affectionately on his chest and be embraced by him.

Nuan Nuan, my little girl, I'm still alive, you're still ...... Do you dare to marry?

The night passed, Luo Yuhan did not pack any bags, this wooden house was originally lived by an old man who died alone, and later rebuilt by him at his expense, and now it is also owned by the village, and the things purchased in the house are left inside.

On the occasion of parting, Luo Yuhan left a hundred taels of silver for the village chief's pen, ink, paper and inkstone for the village's baby, and spent money to hire someone to repair the ancestral hall, establish a school, and purchase two piglets and chickens for each family.

In fact, the village chief understands that they have not done anything else except to take in Luo Yuhan, to put it mildly, just by virtue of the school, they are full of Luo Yuhan's kindness, you must know that there are few children who can learn words in Shili Eight Villages, unlike now, Xiaowo Village can't find children who can't read and write. In the future, when the babies grow up, their village will only get better and better, and this is hope.

The two said goodbye one by one, Xiaoyu cried like a tearful person, not that she was reluctant to Wu Nuandong, but that she really couldn't let go of Mr. Luo, who had taken care of her for more than two years.

Qian Gui, who originally wanted to keep Luo Yuhan, saw his daughter-in-law crying like a cat, hurriedly hugged her, and waved goodbye to Luo Yuhan urgently, causing the neighbors to laugh and joke without a trace of sentimentality.

Everyone sent it to the foot of the mountain at the entrance of the village, and the village chief asked kindly again, "Do you really need to be sent?" The mountain road is rugged, Mr. Luo's legs and feet are inconvenient, I'm afraid that the little lady can't cope with it? ”

Wu Nuandong shook his head slightly, pointed to the mountain, and said with a smile: "Our helper is here." ”

As soon as the words fell, the tiger roar disturbed the mountains and fields, and everyone was frightened to take a few steps back, and their faces turned white. Although Xiaowo Village is surrounded by mountains, it is all low mountains and low forests, and there are no fierce beasts in the nearby mountains, where is the tiger?

The crowd was shocked, but they didn't realize that they had misheard.

Wu Nuandong helplessly drank to the mountain, "Colorful, don't mess around!" Then, two big heads came out of the dense grass one after another, and the word king hung between the foreheads, black and yellow were staggered, and the momentum was mighty.

ps: Thank you Yixue Fox for the peace charm, the tiger touches and hugs~~ (To be continued.) )