Han Sanxiao quickly put his hand in his pocket and continued to look at me and smile as if I were doing it.

I should have asked, but the more important thing I wanted to ask him now was, "Why are you all here?" What about Song Lingjian? Leave her alone on the mountain? ”

At this time, Xia Xia came in with the medicinal soup I was familiar with, and replied to me: "Sister Song has already gone home, but she has been locked in her room and has not come out." ”

I immediately sat up straight and asked earnestly, "Has she finally come down the mountain?" How's it going? Have you eaten it? ”

Han San smiled and pushed me back to the pillow and said, "As soon as you wake up, you ask questions like an old mother, you are still worried about yourself, are you also having a brain problem, she doesn't eat or drink for days and nights, and you are also with you, what are you fighting for?" If you don't have such a tough body, don't fight with people like Song Lingjian, she is a person who runs in the mountains all the year round, strong as a wild boar, you are a paper tiger, a paper rabbit, where can you miss half a meal. Don't Guanyin Bodhisattva's heart, take care of your body and go out again, do you know? ”

Looking at Han Sanxiao's familiar and kind smile, I still couldn't hold back the weak tears, and choked up and said, "You are the paper paste." ”

Han Sanxiao grimaced at me, took the medicine in Xia Xia's hand, coaxed me to drink the medicine and said, "Silly girl, drink the medicine quickly, I hate the smell of medicine the most, and it will kill me." ”

I finally put down a snack and drank the medicine in a big gulp, I want to quickly take care of my body and go to find Song Lingjian.

I hadn't slept long before I was woken up by the loud sound of the door closing in the courtyard, which was definitely not the force of the wind.

What's the matter? Who's slamming the door so hard?

I rushed to the courtyard and saw Han San smiling at the door, holding something black in his arms, as if he had been driven out by Song Lingjian.

Did they quarrel?

I whispered to him, "What's wrong?" ”

Han San smiled bitterly, and at this time, the black thing in his arms suddenly moved, and stretched out, it was actually a black and white puppy, angry blue eyes glared at Han San fiercely, and struggled to jump out of Han Sanxiao's arms.

I was stunned, although the coat color was slightly different, but the appearance and face of this little puppy were almost the same as Eleven Lang, except that Eleven Lang was black and white, but it was gray and white: "This is ......"

Han San smiled and stared at Song Lingjian's courtyard gate and muttered: "I, Han Sanxiao, trekked through mountains and rivers, never sleeped, and endured the pain of thousands of beads and bones for you." You don't cherish it at all, not at all. ”

"What? …… Ouch, what a cute little thing, so cute, I ...... Can I hug? "For this fierce little puppy, I felt pity for it, and I was not even in the mood to peck Han Sanxiao's sad words.

Han Sanxiao squatted down and released the little puppy, and the puppy quickly ran to the corner of the entrance of our courtyard, glaring at Han Sanxiao hatefully, as if he was angry that he brought it to this place.

Could it be that Han Sanxiao left these days in order to find a puppy so similar to Shiyi Lang?

"Where did you find one like this?"

Han San lowered his eyebrows and clenched his hands tightly. His hands were still covered with dense pale holes.

Han Sanxiao suddenly said, "I'll take you to see the person who Shiyi Lang rescued." ”

"The person who Eleven Lang rescued?" I can't turn a corner.

Han Sanxiao gently tapped my head and said, "That injured man, don't you remember?" Are you sleeping stupid? ”

Of course I remember, but now I have a lingering feeling when I think of his bloody face, and I ask strangely, "When did he become the one who was rescued by Eleven Lang?" ”

Han Sanxiao has never been too lazy to explain a lot of things to me, maybe he thinks I'm too stupid, he kicked open the door of Song Lingjian's courtyard, as if he didn't remember how he was kicked out just now: "Let's go and talk about it." ”

I was taken aback by his resentful movements, and hurriedly grabbed his hand to try to persuade him, but as soon as I pulled it, I felt that his hand was so cold, and slightly damp! Thrilling to the touch!

Han Sanxiao immediately shook off my hand: "Don't take the opportunity to take someone's hand again, hooligan!" ”

"Your hand—"

"It's not shameful, it's not ashamed, whether people want to marry a daughter-in-law in the future." Han San smiled and turned against me, ignoring my questioning.

Song Lingjian's own door was closed, and the wooden bed temporarily built by the man in the hall should have been cleaned up by Xia Xia, covered with a soft cotton mattress, and the one against the wall had always been covered with soft cushions to prevent him from hitting the wall.

I endured the huge shadow and looked at this man, it was okay not to look at it, I was dumbfounded when I saw it!

This man's appearance is so strange. After the blood stain on his face was washed, he had such a beautiful face. Deep sunken eyes under the long eyebrows of the thick black sideburns, and thin, graceful curved lips under the high, straight nose. Perhaps it was the reason for the pale and bloodless illness that he was so white that he glowed

Probably cold by the wind we brought when we came in, the man suddenly shivered, and his exposed hands slowly clenched into fists, and his fingertips were already broken and full of blood. Tears flowed silently from his closed eyes, tinged with a faint blood-red.

I looked at his broken nails and felt the pain on my own: "Has he always been like this?" ”

"Oh. Kindness. ”

The man's fingers are slender and elegant, the fingers are beautiful, and the fingers are full of blood: "What a beautiful hand, ten fingers connected to the heart, how much it hurts." ”

Han San smiled and whispered, "I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse." ”

"What?"

Han San looked at the man with a smile: "Xia Xia knows the details for taking care of him, and you two will discuss it yourself." When he woke up, he asked why, and then went back. And another old ward, I'm here to serve him, I'm so tired that I'm dying,"

"He never woke up, huh?"

Han San smiled and shook his head.

I turned my head to look at Song Lingjian's closed door, unconsciously lowered my voice, and asked quietly, "Is Song Lingjian in the room?" ”

Han San smiled but deliberately raised his voice: "Let her go, it's better to die in the room than to die on the mountain, so as to save yourself from scaring others if you die." ”

I shoved him and said, "How can you talk!" ”

Han San smiled and took a few steps back, as if he was very weak.

Me: "What's wrong?" Wobbly, so bad? ”

Han San smiled: "I'm hungry, I didn't eat enough in the morning." Go home and sleep. ”

I pulled him to the point of wondering what was in my heart and asked him, "You haven't told me yet, how do you know that he was saved by Eleven Lang?" ”

"The place where he lived had water and steamed buns, and each steamed bun had the mark of a dog and a wolf. I asked Ye Liang, who sold steamed buns, and he said that Eleven Lang had always gone to him to buy steamed buns recently, and Zhou Yuyu said that Eleven Lang had been at the beach recently, thinking that he was helping this person. If this person hurt Eleven Lang, it is impossible for Eleven Lang to die in battle, but there is no bite mark on his body. It can be seen that Shishiro has been protecting him - don't ask me again, ask me again if I am going to die suddenly, you can let me sleep for a day. I don't come to eat in the evening, but remember to bring two chicken legs to my house. ”

Han Sanxiao staggered away, the little eleven lang in the corner of the courtyard gate was still standing there angrily, its hair stood upside down and watched Han Sanxiao walk out, I wanted to go up and tease it, but it slowly followed Han Sanxiao!

It's such a strange little guy, and I don't know if it can eat and sleep well with Han Sanxiao.

Sending Han San away, I covered the man with a quilt to leave, and suddenly felt a touch of green glow in the corner of my eye.

I looked around, and the light jumped out from the bottom of Song Lingjian's door, dark and uncertain, floating and uncertain, like flowing water, like a gem.

How could there be green light in Song Lingjian's room? I really wanted to go and see what was going on, but I was afraid of being discovered by Song Lingjian, when the man on the bed suddenly screamed miserably!

"No!"

I was really shocked! With such a sound, the green light at the bottom of Song Ling's arrow gate was immediately extinguished, as if he was also frightened by this cry.

Is he awake?! I quickly turned my head to look at him.

The man was having a nightmare, with a face of grief and anger, his fingers were scratching at the door panel, as if he was experiencing a desperate fight in a dream, and the tears drawn from the corners of his eyes were slightly red, wet and stained with the snow-white flowers on the pillow.

"Wake up! Feed! Wake up! I pushed him, but he was still tossing and turning, fleeing from the danger of his dreams!

The man gritted his fine white teeth and trembled all over, never waking up.

This lasted for about a cup of tea, and I don't know if the nightmare was over, or if his body's endurance had reached its limit, and he fell asleep like a puppet with a broken string.

The ominous premonition in my heart did not subside because of Eleven Lang's death, but became stronger and stronger, Eleven Lang died to save him, so what did this person carry? He was saved but not dead, what will it bring us?!