Feng Shan lost to Yang Liu this time, and Feng Shan paid the price of an arm for it.

Wen Zhu made plans to leave here when Feng Shan went to gamble again. She had nothing to pack, only the clothes and pants on her body, she dismantled and washed the cotton clothes and pants on her body, and she found Feng Shan's clothes and pants to wear on her body. She couldn't go that way. She has to wait for Feng Shan to come back, and she has to go above board if she wants to go. After sewing her clothes and pants, she stood against the door, knowing that at some point, Feng Shan would walk back from the snow and fall on the kang.

Feng Shan finally staggered into her sight, she thought that she really should go, but for some reason, she was a little sad. She just stood there, and when Feng Shan came over, she wanted to ask him if he had changed his mind, and if he still insisted on letting her go, she would leave immediately.

When Feng Shan approached, she realized that something was wrong, and when she looked closely, her heart hung in the air. The sleeve of Feng Shan's left arm was empty, and the empty sleeve was covered with blood. Feng Shan's face was pale and his eyes were glazed. In an instant, she understood everything, she gasped, her body involuntarily took a few steps forward, and she asked softly: What is wrong with you? This was the first time she took the initiative to talk to Feng Shan. Feng Shan didn't say anything, and walked straight past her.

She followed Feng Shan into the house, Feng Shan did not fall on the kang this time, but stretched out his intact right hand to pull the quilt over, leaned against the wall, and leaned over his body. She stood aside and tried to reach out to help, but she didn't know how to help, so she stood demented. It was a long time before she came to her senses and hurried to make a fire, and soon she cooked a bowl of noodles sprinkled with chopped green onions and a poached egg, which was served steaming in front of him. Feng Shan glanced at her seriously, wanting to smile, but he didn't laugh. stretched out his right hand to pick up the bowl of noodles, but his right hand trembled so much that Feng You gave up his plan to take the noodles. She hesitated for a moment holding the noodles, and finally picked up a few noodles with chopsticks and sent them to Feng Shan's mouth. Feng Shan took it and chewed it in his mouth, but it tasted tasteless, unlike when he came back to eat the bowl of noodles before, he was always swept away. Later, Feng Shan shook his head and closed his eyes.

She put down the note and stood aside, and she asked, "Does it hurt?"

He didn't speak, just leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, the muscles in his face twitching.

She looked at the empty sleeve, the blood on it had melted and was slowly dripping down.

She bent down and subconsciously stroked the empty sleeve, she smelled blood, and her back was cold again.

She muttered: Why don't you lose me?

There was a cry in her voice.

He finally opened his eyes again, looked at her and said, "This has nothing to do with you."

After saying this, his body fell.

When Juxiang and Huai arrived, Wenzhu was squatting on the ground crying, and she didn't know why she was crying.

Ju Xiang understood everything at a glance, she knelt on the kang and said in a loud voice: I know that sooner or later there will be today, oh my God, why is it so unfair.

Ju Xiang stretched out her hand to take off Feng Shan's padded jacket, the broken arm had been simply treated, half of the broken arm was pierced, and the wound was also dressed. Ju Xiang brought another basin of water, put some salt in it, and cleaned it for Feng Shan, and asked Feng Shan while cleaning: Does it hurt, you will scream if it hurts.

Feng Shan opened his eyes, looked at Ju Xiang and said: I am almost successful, I will use this arm to exchange all Yang Liu's belongings. I thought I was only betting once in my life, but I didn't expect it......

Ju Xiang sighed loudly, and after helping Feng Shan clean up his wounds, he pulled the quilt over and covered Feng Shan before saying: I'll go to the city and get medicine for you.

After finishing speaking, he was about to walk out, Wen Zhu stood up and said in a loud voice: I'll go.

Ju Xiang looked at her, Feng Shan looked at her, and even Huai looked at her in surprise.

Before everyone could react, she grabbed the money in Juxiang's hand and walked out without looking back. She walked fast and fast, and the hundred-mile mountain road led to the city, and she went with her father once when she was very young. With this point of remembering billions, she walked towards the city without hesitation, and she didn't know what kind of force was encouraging her.

As soon as Wenzhu left, Juxiang's tears flowed, and she said while crying: Originally, I wanted to go back to see the "dead ghost" in the past two days. Two days ago, someone brought a letter saying that the "dead ghost" was seriously ill.

Feng Shan opened his eyes slightly and looked at Ju Xiang and said: Then you can go back, I'm fine. Anyway, he's your man too.

Ju Xiang burst into tears, not knowing whether it was for herself, Feng Shan, or her man. Juxiang was overwhelmed with grief and cried with great sadness.

It took a long time for Ju Xiang to stop crying, and said sadly and gently: Wow, when is this day?

Huai, who had been there all along, suddenly said clearly: I am going to kill Yang Liu.

Huai's words surprised both Ju Xiang and Feng Shan, and the two of them looked at Huai fixedly.

Huai's little face was flushed. He paused and said, "I want revenge and kill Yang Liu."

Juxiang, who came to her senses, rushed over, hugged Huai, waved her hand, and slapped Huai's ass fiercely. She had always been worried that Huai would be like Feng Shan when she grew up. She didn't tell Huai about his background, she didn't want to say it, she couldn't say it, she wanted to tell Huai the truth until she died. She kept asking Huai to call Uncle Feng Shan. When she and Feng Shan interact, she always avoided Huai.

Huai was beaten by Juxiang, but he didn't cry, ran out of the house, and stood in the snow for luck.

Ju Xiang shouted at Huai outside the window: If you don't learn well at a young age, you dare to say it in the future, see if I don't kill you.

Ju Xiang stopped her tears, sighed and said: Huai is the same as when you were a child.

Feng Shan looked at Huai outside the window, sighed and said: "Born bones grow into flesh."

Ju Xiang's tears flowed out again, and she said while crying: I really don't know how to live in the future.

Feng Shan looked at the ceiling and gritted his teeth and said: Yang Liu, I am not finished with you, I still have one hand and one life.

Ju Xiang listened to Feng Shan's words and shouted: "Oh God, master, and ran out."

Wenzhu came back the next night, and she ran all the way, out of breath. Two hundred miles of mountain roads, snow and wind. She didn't know how many heels she had fallen, she was hungry and thirsty. She was in a hurry to rush back, she knew that Feng Shan was waiting for these medicines.

When she entered the door, she gasped for a while before saying, "I'm back."

Feng Shanzheng was in unbearable pain, the quilt was soaked with sweat, so he bit the corner of the quilt and stood up.

Wen Zhu didn't have time to catch her breath, she lit a fire, and she wanted to boil medicine for Feng Shan.

When Ju Xiang arrived, Feng Shan had already drunk the medicine and fell asleep.