Chapter 21: Flying Butterfly Shoulders in the Drunken Year (2)

"Shhh He wanted to get up, but he was about to fall backwards, and I hurried to help him, but I felt that my hands were wet.

At first glance, it was all red and bloody, but the source was still flowing.

"Brother Rixuan, your arm, this?" But seeing that the clothes on his back were already tattered, and the red and swollen skin was oozing blood, he couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he hurriedly helped him sit down.

"Brother Rixuan, you bleed, do you know, you don't hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt - of course it's fake, I don't care about Le'er." But seeing this man stretching out his injured arm, I don't know when Brother Rixuan will be so laid.

Take out the handkerchief, carefully bandage him, the white Juan is dipped little by little like a red plum blossom, the side bag blows for him from time to time, his face is pale and he is still trying his best to endure the pain, but my heart is like a needle pierced.

Luckily, the skirt was made of cotton, so I barely tore it and soaked it in a place with spring water to help him clean the wound on his back, and I stumbled upon the grass that helped him heal, so I squeezed out the juice and applied it to him.

When everything is cleaned up, the sun has sunk.

"Brother Rixuan, it seems that we can only spend the night here tonight, I puffed my hands and acted helplessly."

"Brother Rixuan, what's wrong with you, wake up, Brother Rixuan." Shaking his body,

"Le, Le'er, stop, I'm not dead yet."

"Goo~"

"Hey~, Brother Rixuan, are you hungry, I'll go find something to eat." I quickly ran away, so helpless, belly, how can you dismantle my platform, forget it.

I picked up some fruit, caught fish in the dark, and picked up some firewood by the way. When I returned to the cave where I was sheltering and lit a fire, I saw that Rixuan was asleep on the straw I laid for him, and when I left, I put a cloak on him, and when I walked in, I found that Rixuan seemed to be trembling all over, his forehead was furrowed, and his mouth was muttering

"Don't, don't ......"

"Don't want anything, what do you say?" I leaned over and listened.

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