As soon as I turned my head, I found him lying beside me, his dark eyes closed. Knowing that he is very defensive, even if he falls asleep, he may wake up keenly because of the slightest sound, so he tries to breathe as lightly as possible, but his eyes linger on his face unscrupulously. He hasn't had a plastic surgery for a few days, and his chin has grown a beard, adding a touch of vicissitudes. The light brown forehead hair is half on the eyes, the eyelashes are narrow and long, and the contours are well-defined, and they are still so good-looking.

I wanted to reach out and trace his face and contours with my fingers, but I was afraid that before I could reach him, he might unconsciously pinch his wrist and restrain him. Survival in the wild, the body's instinctive sense of potential danger in the outside world, what kind of special training has he experienced? Mainly, why did he have this training, and why did he become such a person? Undoubtedly, he is not an ordinary person, no ordinary person will experience this, understand Kanyu, and specialize in psychology and academics.

Influenced by him, I really thought about it in a certain way. The sudden mental space had confirmed that my childhood had been spent in training day after day, and that he had undergone various special trainings, and that both of them had similar mental abilities, and that a bold assumption had come to mind: Could it be that I and he are from the same organization? So he would feel familiar with the environment that appeared in my mindspace.

After thinking about it for a while, I felt that my eyes were sour, and after smelling his breath, I planned to close my eyes and sleep again. But when I closed my eyes for a few seconds and suddenly realized that something was wrong, I opened my eyes and looked at him in a daze. Taking a deep breath, he raised his right hand into a fist and approached him little by little, until he felt heavy in his heart when he was directly above his face.

Fingertips touch lightly, piping hot.

And so it was! I was in my own thoughts before, and in the darkness of the cave, I didn't notice anything unusual. But just now I smelled his breath before closing my eyes, and in the past three or four seconds, I noticed that his breathing was not only shallow, but also unusually hot. At this time, his tentacles were hot, and he was clearly suffering from a high fever, and suddenly remembered that the strange thing that had disturbed me just now might have come from him.

He was normal before falling asleep, how could he suddenly have a high fever? Suddenly, I sat up and hesitated for a moment before unbuttoning him. I had completely forgotten about his injury!

The main thing is that when I opened my eyes, I saw that he was intact, and the impact on me was too great, and he was still wearing the same black clothes, which was not damaged, so I subconsciously believed that the sudden explosion of the kayak did not hurt him, and focused more on his mind that might have been damaged by the loud noise, but neglected the fact that he was injured before.

When the black clothes on the outside were unbuttoned, he found that the dark shirt inside was actually semi-wet, and I don't know if it was not dry or was soaked by his sweat. Inexplicably, the fingers that unbuttoned his shirt began to tremble slightly, not because the temperature of the fingertips was getting hotter, but because he was afraid that the exposed skin would be scarred. The truth is almost the same, when I really saw it with my own eyes, I realized that he was not putting on a show when he was full of tubes in the intensive care ward, and there were still marks everywhere on his body, especially when he unbuttoned his shirt and opened it, the scar on his abdomen was particularly obvious, faint blood stains were revealed, and there was a faint smell of blood.

Originally, it may still be bandaged with gauze, but he later ripped it off, so there are still traces of rubber bands on both sides. Thinking of something, I pushed him up to his side with great effort and ripped off his shirt. When my eyes touched his vest, I gasped and began to gurgle somewhere in my heart.

The bullet hole is so obvious, and it may be the cause of the wound infection, that carrion grows. In the same way, the gauze should have been removed by him, and the wound worsened after several tosses, so how could he not have a fever due to infection? He simply fell asleep, otherwise he wouldn't have woken up from being tossed around like this. Staring at the hideous wound, this bullet hole, is for me.

The rotten flesh had to be scraped off and then applied with medicine, which could be used with his leftover fruit, which he had said could clear away heat and detoxify, but scrape the wound...... I lay him down on his back and rummaged through my body and couldn't find any tools to use, so I had to rummage through the pockets of his coat that he had taken off beside him.

When I touched a square tin box in the inner bag, I was slightly stunned, is it a cigarette? Turn to the heart, where there is smoke, there is fire, as long as you find a tool, you can use fire to smoke a simple sterilization. The tin box was the size of the palm of my hand, and it was very light in my hand, and when I lifted the lid of the box, I was stunned, and it was not a cigarette, but a carefully folded piece of paper wrapped in a plastic bag.

When I opened the plastic bag and touched the paper with my fingers, my heart couldn't help beating violently. A lot of folds were folded, and little by little they were opened, and their eyes finally touched the paper, which also confirmed the thoughts in their hearts. It's that painting! The only painting I copied for him was of him leaning on the edge of his bed, after being in harmony with his body and mind. He actually kept the painting and carried it with him.

I don't know how to describe the mood at this moment, the whole person is numb, and all the resentment and annoyance that have arisen from learning that he has been used by him have all disappeared at this moment. Only the stinging sensation that grew heavier and heavier was left in my heart.

A sudden snort pulled back my deviated thoughts, and I looked down to see his starry eyes narrowing slightly, and the light of his eyes swept towards me. I leaned over to ask him how he felt, but I saw him close his eyes, and it turned out that he was not awake, but just opened his eyes unconsciously. No longer able to delay, he finally found a Swiss Army knife in his trouser belt, as well as something that resembled a flintstone.

The Swiss Army knife and fire are the basic tools for survival in the wild, and it is clear that he was prepared for it in advance, but fortunately it was not lost in the lake.

After a little study, the flint and steel lit the fire, smoked the blade of the saber for a few minutes, and then went to turn the high city over and lie down. The only two wounds on his body were the most serious, one was a bullet hole in the back of his heart, and the other was a knife wound in his abdomen. I just wonder why I'm no stranger to scraping carrion, and maybe I've done it at some point.

In the first second I went under the knife, I knew that Gao Cheng was completely awake, and his tense muscles could not be more obvious. But he lay there without saying a word, not even shaking his body instinctively from the pain, until I scraped off all the carrion, and cut a hole in the fruit with my knife, and threw down the sentence "Wait a minute" when I thought of something, and stumbled as I got up and left, and almost fell to the ground.

I almost forgot that I still had an injury on my left leg, and I didn't feel that I had been standing up until I was there, and the pain was getting up. Gritting his teeth, he limped against the wall, and when he returned, he pulled the black ribbon dipped in the lake water.

At some point, he tied the black strap around my hand again. I washed it in the lake and didn't bring it back, the wound had to be cleaned before it could be medicated, otherwise it would still be infected. After wiping the wound, I squeezed the juice of the fruit and gently rubbed it with my fingers. The whole process was silent, and I didn't pretentiously ask him if it hurt, and when it was all done, I took off my coat and put it under him.

It was cold in this bitter cold weather with only a single coat, but it was better than his upper body being naked.

As he lay down, his eyes wide open, staring at me burningly. This made me a little uncomfortable, compared to his abdomen, and explained dryly: "Your wound there also needs to be treated, you endure a little pain." ”

Since the wound was in the button of his trousers, I had to undo the belt. It would be better for him to be asleep or lie on his stomach and not see his eyes than to stare at me as he did now. Without waiting for his response, I just acquiesced, lowered my eyes and pumped his belt buckle, telling myself not to be bothered by him, but my cheeks became hotter and hotter.

But when the wound was fully revealed, all my distractions were gone, and my eyebrows tightened and I used a knife to deal with it. Although this was only a knife wound, the wound was larger than the bullet hole in the back of the heart, so the area of carrion was also large, and it may be a real pain, and he could feel his body trembling when he scraped on it, but there was no sound from beginning to end.

By the time it was all done, I was sweating profusely. Raising his eyes and glancing at him quickly, he found that his gaze had been turned to the side, and he followed his line of sight, his hand paused slightly. I opened the painting just now and didn't fold it back, just spread it on the ground next to it.

He asked, "Did you open it?" ”

I nodded silently. But when I heard his next sentence, "Don't you know where to put it back?" ”

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the tone ...... But he didn't bother with his wounds, so he moved over and folded the painting again into the plastic bag and put it back in the small tin box. I heard him whisper: "Next time, you must have my consent." ”

This time, I couldn't help but retort: "I painted this painting." ”

He raised his eyebrows: "So what?" It's well kept in my inner pocket, and I'm sure I've communicated with you before, and it belongs to me. Regardless of the original source, I am already its owner, and you open it without my consent, without asking for yourself. ”

Was he communicating with me? It's just a bully who asks for it directly. Now it's a matter of course, and I'm really speechless. Jiangshan is easy to change his nature and difficult to change, and his bad character is highlighted again.

When he turned his mind and passed by, he was relieved, no matter how tough he was, he was a normal person, and he would naturally feel pain. didn't snort on his mouth, but his temper was inevitably irritable, which is understandable. After that, Gao Cheng was very quiet, the heat was repeated from time to time, I wiped his upper body with a black ribbon to warm up, and it was almost until dawn before the temperature dropped, and he also fell asleep. <