"There is a strong beef flavor on every noodle, tsk, that's called a fragrant, I can't get enough of it."

Qian Bao seemed to see Yang Dazhuang's embarrassed face, and he was so angry that his teeth itched.

"Originally, I wanted to drink all the soup, but after thinking about it, I thought that I had to leave some for my brother, people can't eat noodles, so I can drink some soup."

"So brother, I generously left you a mouthful of soup, hehe, have you drunk it?"

"I'll drink your uncle." Qian Bao's teeth chattered.

Yang Dazhuang seemed to see Qian Bao's deflated expression at this time, and then wrote: "Don't be angry, Brother Zhuang, I am still a very conscientious person, and I won't let you go hungry." ”

"I also left you dry food and water, don't thank me, hurry up and eat, wash and sleep, bye."

Behind bye-bye, he drew a big smiley face again.

Qian Bao snorted angrily and crumpled the note into a ball: "Yang Dazhuang, when I find your tent tomorrow, I won't leave you a drop of water, hum." ”

In the end, the little couple could only eat their dinner with dry food and water.

There was a thermos kettle in the tent, and Yang Dazhuang still had a little conscience, so he left half a pot of hot water for them. Qian Bao poured hot water and asked Song Ci to come over to wash his face, and Song Ci twisted and asked Qian Bao to wash first.

Qian Bao made Yang Dazhuang angry, and he didn't bother to talk to Song Ci, so he pulled Song Ci to a small stool and sat down, Song Ci frowned and snorted.

"What's wrong?" Qian Bao hurriedly spread out Song Ci's palm, only to see that a long opening was made in her palm, looking at the blurred flesh and blood.

"When did you get it, why didn't you tell me?" Qian Bao's tone was distressed and blamed.

Song Ci lowered his head: "I fell down in the woods." ”

"How long has it been, why didn't you tell me?" Qian Bao was a little annoyed.

"I don't want you to worry, do I?"

Qian Bao was very helpless: "Song Ci, I remember that I told you more than once, if you have any condition or discomfort, you must tell me as soon as possible." ”

"The only way to find a problem is to deal with it in time, and the further the problem drags on, the more trouble it will be, do you understand?"

Song Ci just lowered his head and didn't say a word.

"If you really don't want me to worry, then don't hide anything from me at any time, you see your hand is injured like this now, what if you don't treat the inflammation in time?"

"If you can't move your hands, then how are we going to move forward?"

"I'm sorry." Song Ci's face was almost on his chest, and he pouted aggrievedly.

Qian Bao sighed helplessly: "I really can't do anything about you." ”

He got up and looked in the tent, there should be a medicine box inside, and after a while, Qian Bao found an army-green medicine box in the corner of the bed.

Qian Bao took out alcohol and gauze and skillfully cleaned Song Ci's wound, and when the alcohol stuck to the wound, Song Ci instantly felt a hot pain in his palm.

She subconsciously retracted her hand, Qian Bao squeezed her hand tightly, and lowered her head to help her deal with the wound.

"It will hurt a little bit when the alcohol touches the wound, you have to endure it and wash out the debris in the wound, otherwise the wound will be easily inflamed, and it will be even more troublesome at that time."

Song Ci ninja nodded in pain, and after Qian Bao cleaned the wound, he skillfully and carefully bandaged her with gauze.

Song Ci looked at Qian Bao, who was serious, and pursed his lips: "Qian Bao, am I stupid." ”

Qian Baoxu nodded matter-of-factly: "Well, it's like a stupid little pig." ”

Song Ci bit his lip: "Am I not worthy of you like this?" ”

Qian Bao's hand holding the gauze paused, and when he looked up, he saw Song Ci's little face wrinkled, he was angry and funny.

"What's going on in your little head, what is worthy of it or not, you just need to know that I like you."

Qian Bao tied a bow on Song Ci's palm: "Okay, try not to get wet these days, and it will be fine in a few days." ”

At this time, it was late at night, the two of them were lying in their clothes, and Qian Bao hugged Song Ci with his back to him in his arms, sleeping very sweetly.

Song Ci pillowed his arms, looking at the dark front and unable to sleep.

Yang Dazhuang and Aya's tent.

"Baby, are you sure you don't want to?" Yang Dazhuang asked Aya while stuffing hot instant noodles into his mouth.

Aya shook her head: "No, I'm well fed in Qian Bao's tent, I'm not hungry at all now." ”

Yang Dazhuang ate it slowly: "It's the first time I think instant noodles are so delicious." ”

Aya couldn't help but laugh: "If Qian Bao sees those two boxes of instant noodles, he must be so angry that he grits his teeth, and you are too damaged." ”

"I'm not a loss, if I want to replace it with Si Tianmu, maybe the goods will only leave them dry food without water, and they will die of thirst after eating."

"Poof." Aya is helpless and funny, these few are small.

Si Tianmu and Anya Jie's tent.

As soon as Si Tianmu took off his camouflage uniform, he sneezed.

"What's wrong, do you have a cold?" Anya Jie had just washed her face and came in from outside the tent.

"No, someone must be naming me." Si Tianmu still had his coat on the bed.

An Yajie pursed her lips: "Who will miss you." ”

"There are more people who miss me." Si Tianmu is very stinky.

Anya Jie gave him a funny look, lifted the quilt and fell asleep on the bed.

Si Tianmu immediately came over with a smile, hugged An Yajie and brought his mouth over.

An Yajie turned her head and pushed away Si Tianmu's face: "Be honest, go to sleep quickly, there is a task tomorrow." ”

"The two of them slept in the middle of the night in the deep mountains and old forests, how interesting and exciting."

"Stimulate a fart, go to sleep."

"I'm not sleeping." Si Tianmu was still cheeky and pasted it, and his hands were not restless.

An Yajie grabbed Si Tianmu's restless hand: "No, I'm in danger these days, and no matter how intimate your eldest brother is, it's impossible to put a condom here." ”

"What are you afraid of during the danger period, if you really have a child, then we have to die, anyway, it's a matter of time before we get married."

"Don't, although I'm not a traditional woman, I don't want to get pregnant before marriage, and there are many rights and wrongs of marrying into a wealthy family, and I don't want one more person to comment on my news."

Si Tianmu maintained the posture just now, with a thoughtful expression.

Xiao Mo and Liu Feng's tent.

The two stood on one side of the bed and looked at each other.

Xiao Mo smiled: "Or, let's squeeze together?" ”

Liu Feng glanced at Xiao Mo: "No need, you can sleep." She said yes and walked to the door.

"And what about you, standing up to sleep?" Xiao Mo turned to look at Liu Feng.

"You can't make a bunk here."

"You just sleep with yours, why do you care so much?" As he spoke, Liu Feng lifted the curtain of the tent and looked up at the dark sky outside.

Xiao Mo shrugged: "What are you embarrassed about, it's not like we haven't slept together." ”

Liu Feng suddenly turned around and glared at Xiao Mo viciously: "Xiao Mo, you forgot about it for me." ”

"How can you forget what happened, no matter how you choose to forget it, it has happened."

Liu Feng glared at Xiao Mo, took a deep breath and turned around again.

Xiao Mo walked behind Liu Feng: "Do you still like big brother, haven't you put it down?" ”

"It's none of your business."

Xiao Mo walked to Liu Feng's side and looked up at the dark night sky.

"In psychology, love is an obsession, like a man who is dying of thirst, who leans over to drink the sweet spring even though he knows that the well he climbed into has poison."

"It's bitter and astringent, but it's sweet."

Liu Feng's eyes flashed after hearing this, but the person kept staring at the night sky and didn't move.

"There are subjective and objective reasons for not being able to love, but people often don't think about subjective reasons, preferring to believe that it is objective reasons that kill love."

"So love is often full of regret and unwillingness, and it is often full of fantasies about what it would be like if we were together."

Xiao Mo hooked the corners of his lips, not knowing whether he was telling Liu Feng or himself.

"In fact, this is a very idealized state, if you are really together, then the love story will end."

Xiao Mo turned his head to look at Liu Feng: "So, you can try to let go, let go of those unrealistic fantasies, and let your heart get out of that dead end." ”

"As long as you are willing to turn around, you will find that behind you is a colorful world, and in that world, there is always someone waiting for you."

Liu Feng looked at the night sky without the slightest light, and muttered to himself in his heart: "Will it?" Will someone be waiting for me behind me? ”

Xiao Mo continued: "No matter how strong a person is, there will be such a fragile place in his heart, and it hurts when others touch it. ”

"Because we don't want to get hurt, we tend to wear a strong mask and hide our vulnerable side."

"But maybe even we don't know it, the more we hide, the more we will be exposed when we are discovered, and we are always in a constant cycle of gain and loss."

"So if we can know how to let go, go back to the beginning of life, and let everything start from scratch, so that the heart will not be tired, the pain will be far away from us, and happiness will find us."

After Xiao Mo finished speaking, the whole tent fell silent.

After a long time, Liu Feng turned to look at Xiao Mo: "What about you, have you put it down?" ”

Xiao Mo was stunned for a moment, and he looked at Liu Feng with an uncertain expression.

Liu Feng tugged at the corners of his mouth: "When you talk about others, you have words, but it's hard to put it on yourself, right, are psychiatrists also healers who don't treat themselves?" ”

Xiao Mo looked at Liu Feng's mocking gaze, he hooked his lips and smiled: "No, what I just said also applies to myself. ”

"It's because I've let go of it that I'm going to say these things to you. I want to tell you how I feel, and I want to share my experience with you. ”

"You let go so easily, is it because you don't love deeply enough?" Liu Feng asked seemingly casually, but Xiao Mo saw doubts in her eyes.

Xiao Mo didn't answer and asked: "In your eyes, what is love?" What is love? ”

Liu Feng was stunned for a moment, love, such a familiar word, Si Tianchen also asked her the same question.

What is love, does love need a reason, and I love you unconditionally, isn't that a reason?

Xiao Mo looked at Liu Feng's cold expression, and did not bother with her answer.

"In my opinion, love is to wish the other party is good, hope that the other party is happy, as long as she finds her own happiness, then I will let go."

Liu Feng looked at Xiao Mo puzzled.

"Because I can't give her the happiness she wants, as long as she is good, I will be at ease."

Xiao Meng really looked at Liu Feng: "So, love is not to tie the other party to my side, I just need to watch her smile from a distance, love, just don't bother." ”

"Love is not to disturb." Liu Feng muttered and repeated Xiao Mo's words, frowning thoughtfully.

"Yes, if you love him, then watching him happy from afar is also a way to express love."

"Let go of your hand, turn around and look at the bigger world behind you, as long as you turn around, you will find that the world behind you is actually more beautiful, and there are more things behind you that are worthy of your attention."