"The doctor said that after soaking for a long time, the river water invaded the lungs, and he was infected with wind chill and high fever, and high fever can be cured, but wind chill is not easy to say." The villager of the household is a kind-faced aunt, "When the old man of my family brought this girl back, this girl's breath was very weak, and many villagers thought that she would not survive. ”

"Thank you."

"Needless to say, the old man can save this girl, just because it's a fate. ... Childe, I see that you are familiar, where do you seem to have seen you? ”

"After the end of the war in January before the Hushui River, the general and I passed by here on the way back to Linzi." Jian Zhan said, "My surname is Jane, and my word is Zhan." ”

"It turned out to be General Jane, then this girl is..."

Jian Zhan smiled, "She is my fiancée's little sister." came to comfort his family, but he accidentally fell into the water two days ago and his whereabouts are unknown. ”

Seeing that the person was okay, Jian Zhan was already very happy, and a thorn hanging in his heart in the past two days was finally removed.

The aunt nodded.

The person at the head of the bed coughed, and Song Xiaoxiao's eyebrows tightened, "It hurts..."

"What does it hurt?" Jian Zhan leaned in and asked.

"Here..." Song Xiaoxiao put one hand on her left chest, and her half-opened and half-closed lips were bloodless.

Jian Zhan lifted the quilt, saw the position of her hand, reacted very quickly to cover the quilt, and a touch of red appeared on her face, which slowly spread to the root of her ears.

The aunt unconsciously went out of the room and closed the door.

The window of the wooden house was glowing, Jian Zhan opened his mouth uncomfortably, he wanted to call the word military advisor but couldn't do anything, he tilted his head slightly, "Girl, what's your name?" ”

"Tiny..."

"Tiny." Jian Zhan read it again, "You have hidden me so hard. ”

Jian Zhan felt uncomfortable at the thought of him eating and sleeping with a little girl for so many days.

Song Xiaoxiao was lying flat on the bed, her hair was scattered, and her eyes were closed.

Looking at it this way, her skin is much fairer than what Jian Zhan usually sees, and her eyebrows have also changed.

It's not so thick, the understated willow eyebrows, and the upright facial features.

There is no charm of the Qinglou woman, and there is no delicacy of the woman in the boudoir.

It seems, at most fifteen or sixteen years old.

What a lovely person this is...

Jian Zhan felt the need to get to know her again, "Xiaoxiao, you... Do you have a family? ”

"......" did not respond.

Jian Zhan asked another question: "That... Do you have someone you admire? ”

"Is Jian Zhan one?" Song Xiaoxiao was looking at the people on the side with a pair of bright phoenix eyes.

Jian Zhan's heart throbbed, and she turned her head in disbelief, and this time, she met her eyes.

“... You're awake. Jian Zhan picked up the teapot on the side and made a gesture of pouring water, and became trembling because of panic.

Song Xiaoxiao sat up with her hands propped up, "I woke up early." ”

Woke up early?

This meant that Jian Zhan's words were all in her ears, and they were word for word.

Jian Zhan handed her the bowl, brought another pillow and put it on the bedside, and then explained: "I'm just asking." ”

"I know." Song Xiaoxiao finished drinking the water, and Jian Zhan carefully took it and put it down for her.

Song Xiaoxiao lowered her head and saw her coarse linen dress, and it was not difficult to see that this was a woman's clothes.

Jian Zhan should know her identity, right?

"That night, what happened? You don't know how to be watery, why dive? Jian Zhan asked.