On the simple wooden board, the handsome man lay flat on it with a peaceful expression, Song Miaomiao felt that she had never looked at him so seriously after knowing each other for so long.

The picturesque peaks of his eyebrows, the straight bridge of his nose, the thin lips, the resolute chin, and the various scratches and scratches can be seen everywhere on the complexion of the light wheat, which sets off his handsome and comfortable face with an indescribable fortitude.

The man was tall, and his long legs that had nowhere to put were exposed outside the plank, and Song Miaomiao glanced at Yueyue, who was rubbing his feet, and a warm smile appeared on her face.

"Shhh

The girl with a small mouth poked the sleeping person on the bed with the small wooden stick in her hand, and muttered in a dissatisfied whisper: "Uncle is a lazy pig, and he has slept for a day and a night." ”

Song Miaomiao was taken aback, a day and a night?

The mother-in-law, who passed by Yueyue, who was about to go out, entered with a bowl of porridge that could count the grains of rice, and handed the food in her hand to Song Miaomiao, who was stunned.

Raising his eyelids, which were a little unopenable, the old voice said: "What's so surprising, you also slept for a day and a night, and fell from such a high place, and if you can have a life, it means that there are gods who are taking care of you, and you should be grateful." ”

Although she didn't know how high they fell, Song Miaomiao still folded her hands in agreement and bowed.

Respectfully took the bowl handed over by the old man, Song Miaomiao politely bowed her head and thanked her, she was almost hungry for more than a day, she did not pour out the food in her hand in one bite, but carefully scooped half a spoonful of soup with the soup spoon missing in the bowl and fed it lightly to the lips of the sleeping man on the wooden board.

The old man stood quietly aside, his cloudy eyes scanning the two people in front of him.

After a long time, he said in surprise: "You man? ”

Song Miaomiao, who was feeding the water, shook her hand, and half a spoonful of water almost swept to Ning Jian's face.

She glanced at the man lying motionless and unconscious in embarrassment, her pale little face was quickly dyed with a flush, her eyes were a little evasive, and she didn't dare to look at the person on the board, so she nodded slightly after a long time.

Ning Jian is her nominal fiancé, although it is uncertain what will happen in the future, but it is not impossible to say that she is a man now.

The old man nodded knowingly, when he just picked them up at noon yesterday, the man hugged the girl tightly and fell on the boulder of the stream, although the two were already unconscious, but the posture of the hug was always maintained, and the girl looked shy and timid, saying that it was not a couple of people she still didn't believe it.

Simply fed half a bowl of water to moisten his throat, but the other party never had the intention of waking up, the old man patted Song Miaomiao's head with relief, and said in a cheerful voice: "Let him rest, you can also come out to eat something." ”

Song Miaomiao's eyes were always focused on the man on the bed, and after a long time, she compromised and responded softly, and followed the old man out of the house.

The moment the two left, the fingers of the motionless man's right hand trembled slightly.

Time was passing minute by minute, and when the day was setting again, and the sunset was even more empty and lonely against the desolate hut, Song Miaomiao finally couldn't help it.

She found a bed of tattered cotton wool out of nowhere, and it was covered on Ning Jian, who maintained the same movement and did not even have the slightest change in the hair on her forehead.

A pair of big smart eyes looked anxiously at the person on the bed.

"What's going on, why haven't you woken up yet?" Raising his hand, he gently touched the gradually stiff hand of the man in front of him.

Suddenly startled, "Why is it so cold?" I didn't care about anything else, grabbed the man's increasingly cold palm, and carefully rubbed it back and forth in the palm of my hand.

"Mother-in-law, do you still have extra cotton wool at home?" Seeing that the effect was minimal, she shouted in a panic.

In the dimly lit room, the old man skillfully lit a historic kerosene lamp.

Look back at her by the flickering light.

"My wife has lived alone for many years, where did I get so much extra cotton wool."

The implication is that this bed on your man's body is already the last one, and there is nothing else.

Song Miaomiao responded bitterly, but still thanked her, turned her head and rubbed her palms anxiously, and lowered her head from time to time to exhale a breath of hot air.

muttered in his mouth: "It must have been raining during the day yesterday, and I wore a wet coat to accompany me for so long before I caught a cold, Brother Jian, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, you must wake up quickly." ”