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Chu Wanyi had just woken up, but she felt weak and couldn't lift up a little strength. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 After a slight blur in front of his eyes, what caught his eye was Ling Yang's concerned cheeks.

"Money, classmates, where are we?"

Chu Wanyi wanted to struggle to get up, but there was a faint pain in her chest, obviously affecting the wound that had not yet healed, her brows furrowed, and her face showed pain.

Ling Yang hurriedly pressed Chu Wanyi's shoulders and helped her to lie down slowly, then smiled: "Why do you have amnesia again, I don't remember what happened last night?"

Chu Wanyi recalled for a moment, and then remembered most of the things that happened last night, and suddenly exclaimed: "What about Lecturer Li, how is he?"

When Ling Yang found Chu Wanyi lying in the snow next to the swing, Li Yijun had already been kidnapped by Zhang Hua, Ling Yang did not see the thrilling fight scene, and thought that Chu Wanyi was hit by a stray bullet, and Li Yijun had already fled, so he pouted and said: "What are you doing with that coward, he threw you away and ran away alone."

Ling Yang suddenly wondered: "Why do you care so much about Li Yijun's safety, it can't be that you like someone?"

Chu Wanyi opened her mouth, but found that last night's unexpected incident was too bizarre and difficult to explain at all, so she had to sigh weakly: "Who I like is my business, I don't need you to worry about it." I'm asking you if Li Yijun is still alive, you just need to answer me. ”

Seeing that Chu Wanyi was so persistent, Ling Yang couldn't bear to let Chu Wanyi worry too much, which made the injury more serious, so he had to make up blindly with a clear conscience: "I saw from a distance that several guards of the Park family seemed to protect Li Yijun from the back door of the villa area, and he shouldn't encounter any danger."

Chu Wanyi breathed a sigh of relief and asked back the question at the beginning: "I remember that I was shot, did you save me, where are we now?"

Ling Yang walked out of the bedroom, and after a while, he came back with a cup of hot water, put it on Chu Wanyi's bedside, and said leisurely: "You were indeed shot, but the bullet only grazed your skin and didn't really hit you, otherwise where would you still be alive?"

Ling Yang rubbed his cheeks and said with a wry smile: "I carried the injured you last night, in order to avoid the pursuit of the gunners behind, I got into the deep mountains and old forests, and walked for most of the night to find the current place to stay, even I don't know what this place is, because I am not a local."

Chu Wanyi was in good spirits, closed her eyes for a while, and with the help of Ling Yang, she drank two sips of hot water, only then did she feel a little better, and hesitated: "You carry me on your back, even if you go around in the mountains for a long time, I'm afraid you won't be able to go far." Since we're staying at someone else's house now, why don't we ask them to show us the way so we can get back to school as soon as possible."

Ling Yang put down the water glass and said with a bitter face: "You really underestimated my brother's footsteps. I inquired just now, this is a small village under the jurisdiction of Nanpu City, it is a long way from Jiangjie City, and your physical condition is not very good, it is better to recuperate here first, and when you recover some, I will find a way to contact my friends in Jiangjie and drive us back. ”

Chu Wanyi insisted: "I think I'm in good spirits now, and the wound is not very painful, so I need to find some way to contact a friend and call directly."

Ling Yang took out his mobile phone from his pocket and shook it in front of Chu Wanyi's eyes: "Do you think that the Southern Dynasty is like our Huaguo, and the mobile phone signal has covered every corner of the country, there is not even electricity here, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar and the like, and you have to walk dozens of miles of rugged mountain roads, go to the market in the town once a month to buy it, how can it be as easy as you say?"

Chu Wanyi looked at the furnishings in the room and knew that what Ling Yang said was true, so she had no choice but to close her eyes resignedly, and said tiredly, "I'm hungry." ”

Ling Yang saw that Chu Wanyi already had a feeling of hunger, knowing that the wound did not cause complications, and the stomach discomfort caused by the fever subsided, he was overjoyed: "You don't have to think about anything, just rest here, and I'll go out and prepare food for you." ”

Ling Yang walked out of the bedroom and saw that Cao Haiyan had borrowed a bowl of cornmeal from a neighbor's house, mixed it with water, divided it into five or six parts, and smeared a layer of grease on it that could not be seen to be what kind of animal boiled it was, put it in a hot pot, and baked it into fragrant corn tortillas.

The daughter of the Cao family is older and is busy helping her mother clean up the house. The younger boy hadn't eaten a serious meal for a long time, and while squatting on the ground to light the fire, his eyes kept glancing at the steaming cakes in the pot, salivating and his eyes were full of longing.

Cao Haiyan felt sorry for his son, so he spread the remaining small ball of cornmeal, mixed with fat, into a small golden pancake, took it to his mouth and blew it, and handed it to his son lovingly: "Go, share it with your sister." ”

The little boy happily ran to his sister to share the rare food, and Ling Yang's heart became more and more sour, turned around and walked back to the bedroom, gently closed the door, and sighed softly.

Chu Wanyi wasn't asleep, she was just closing her eyes and recuperating.

When Ling Yang went out just now, Chu Wanyi lifted her sweater and wanted to check the injury. But he was surprised to find that the wound that had been "rubbed" by the bullet had been carefully treated, and the wound was padded with folded soft cloth, and looking at the color and texture, it was the cotton velvet plaid shirt that Ling Yang was wearing.

Knowing that things were urgent, Chu Wanyi couldn't help but feel a warm heartbeat, as if someone was beating a drum. Recalling some of the memories that had recovered in her mind after being hit by a gun, Chu Wanyi fell into deep contemplation, feeling that it was becoming more and more difficult to understand for Ling Yang, a mysterious guy.

Chu Wanyi's recovered memories were just some vague fragments. Although it was already roughly certain that she had a past with Ling Yang before, Chu Wanyi had the intention to avoid it, and she didn't want to have a conversation with Ling Yang on this matter, so she just pretended not to think about anything at all.

Chu Wanyi regained her senses and immediately recalled the fatal raid last night. The dangerous scene of Li Yijun and Zhang Hua's life-and-death struggle seems to have happened just now.

There are few international students from China in the College of Commerce and Trade, and in Li Yijun's class, there are only two people, Ling Yang and Zhang Hua, who are authentic Chinese. Therefore, Chu Wanyi loves these two students very much. Putting Ling Yang aside, Chu Wanyi likes the beauty and loveliness of chapter paintings, and has always paid more attention to chapter paintings.

Although Zhang Hua deliberately hid his figure and voice, and he also wore a tight hood on his head, some subtle movements between actions were still difficult to hide from the eyes of acquaintances.

Chu Wanyi and Zhang Hua were entangled and snatched control of the gun, and saw Zhang Hua's right hand holding the gun with her own eyes, the little thumb was the same as drinking water from a water cup in class, the habitual high raised little thumb, the white marks on the nails that were slightly lacking in vitamins, and the familiar breath on her body, including angry snorts and angry actions, all exposed Zhang Hua's true identity.

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