Feng Shan lost to Yang Liu's arm, which made Wen Zhu dispel the idea of leaving here. She knew that Feng Shan could completely lose herself to Yang Liu again, and there was no need to lose one of her arms, and from this she could see that he was a man who dared to act and count. Based on this alone, she had thousands of reasons to believe Feng Shan.

Wenzhu is taking care of it carefully. When she took care of Feng Shan, she generously cleaned Feng Shan's wounds, changed the dressing, boiled the medicine, and fed the whole medicine into her mouth spoonful by spoonful. Next, she tried her best to make some suitable food for Feng Shan, there is no shortage of prey in this area, there will always be hunters passing by here with guns carrying pheasants or game, so Wen Zhu bought game for Feng Shan stew soup every once in a while. Under Wen Zhu's careful care, Feng Shan's wounds began to close.

Sometimes Ju Xiang rushed over, but she couldn't intervene. Wenzhu was busy like this, and busy like that. Inside and outside the house are the figures of Wenzhu.

Once Wen Zhu was peeling a rabbit outside the window, Ju Xiang said to Feng Shan lying on the kang: This girl is good, you didn't win her in vain.

Feng Shan's wound was no longer painful, and his complexion was much better. He listened to Juxiang's words, sighed and said: It's a pity that I won, she should marry a good family.

Ju Xiang complained: If you had made up your mind not to gamble, how could you have today, what kind of life is this, no one is a ghost, no ghost.

Feng Shan thought of Huai. When he thought of Huai, he didn't feel a taste in his heart, originally Huai should have called his father rightly, but now he can only call him uncle.

Feng Shan gritted his teeth and thought, is it a human or a ghost, I will fight again this time, he knows that his ambition has not been rewarded.

After a while, Ju Xiang said again: Do you plan to keep her by your side for the rest of your life?

Feng Shan didn't speak, he didn't know how to send Wen Zhu. At the beginning, he won Wenzhu because Wenzhu was a bargaining chip for Yang Liu. He said to her, give her freedom, but she did not go. He didn't know what to do. These days, he can see that Wenzhu is sincerely taking care of him. He doesn't know what will happen in the future, including whether he will die or live is unknown, and he can't think about it so long-term.

Ju Xiang said again: With her taking care of you, I will be relieved. I'll go back tomorrow and see the "dead ghost".

Feng Shan dodged Ju Xiang's gaze. He thought that Ju Xiang was a family woman after all, and she still had to take care of her man, who was still her husband anyway. After thinking about it like this, he had a layer of lost things in his heart.

He said to Juxiang: You go back, I'm fine.

Ju Xiang wiped the tears from her face and walked out. Outside, Wenzhu had finished skinning the rabbit and was chopping the meat with a kitchen knife. She looked at Wen Zhu and said word by word: Are you really not leaving?

Wen Zhu didn't speak, nor did he stop the movements of his hands.

Ju Xiang said again: You can think about it, he will go to gamble after he recovers.

Wen Zhu's hand holding up the kitchen knife paused in the air, but soon the kitchen knife still fell, and she chopped it faster.

Ju Xiang also said: If he doesn't gamble, he will be a good man in a hundred miles or a thousand miles.

Wen Zhu then said: I know.

Ju Xiang said again: But he still has to gamble.

Wen Zhu raised his head and looked at Ju Xiang, and the eyes of the two women met together. After looking at it for so long, Ju Xiang turned around and left, and after taking two steps, she said: You can think about it, don't regret it.

Wen Zhu kept looking at Ju Xiang's back and disappeared into the snow.

That night, it was windy outside the window, very windy, and cold.

Feng Shan lay on the kang head silently, Wen Zhu sat on the corner of the kang, with a quilt on his body, and the fire in the stove was still burning.

Wenzhu said: When are you going to gamble?

Feng Shan said: If I win Yang Liu, I will stop.

Wenzhu said: Okay, you said this, then I will wait for you.

Feng Shan said again: Don't wait for me, it's not certain whether you win or lose.

Wenzhu said again: You don't have to worry about this, it's my business whether to wait or not.

Feng Shan didn't say anything, and both of them fell silent. Outside the window, there was the sound of the wind.

Wenzhu also said: You know I have nowhere to go, but I don't want to live with a gambler for the rest of my life.

Feng Shan still didn't speak, and the fire in the stove burned vividly.

Wen Zhu said again: Then you will bet with Yang Liu to win or lose, I will wait for you whether you are dead or alive, who made me the woman you won.

Feng Shan then said: I am a gambler, and I am not worthy of finding a woman. Speaking of this, he thought of Juxiang and Huai again, and his eyes were moist in the dark.

Wen Zhu stopped talking, she quietly looked at the place where Feng Shan was lying in the dark.