The day's efforts seemed to have little effect, because as the night fell, Zheng Pei heard several people carrying bamboo stretchers and walking outside the village to the sound of a woman crying. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Zheng Pei could even smell the smell of putrid pus and blood mixed with herbs, and this smell gradually disappeared in the distant cry, tearing open the wound in Zheng Pei's heart. Yes, he remembered the scene when his mother was buried in the ground. It was a cold winter, and the smell of plaster on his body was mixed with the smell of earth, constantly pestering his soul when Zheng Pei had lost the courage to live.

The affection between people is the basis of interdependence. Losing the person they love the most, the lonely soul is locked in a cold cage. In the face of other people's happiness, he could only silently turn his back, pretending that he didn't see it, and secretly survived in the indifferent and difficult world.

"Mother-in-law." Zheng Pei sat on the bamboo chair at the door, turned his head to Granny Ye in the room and said, "You help me see how the wound is." ”

Granny Ye walked over and asked with concern, "What's wrong, is it uncomfortable?" ”

"It's not." Zheng Pei shook his head lightly, and pretended to be relaxed: "I've been sitting in the house for a day, and I want to go out for a walk." ”

Granny Ye gently took off the cotton cloth on Zheng Pei's head, carefully observed the wound on his forehead, and said, "Well, it's much better than in the morning, it's not swollen anymore." She looked at Zheng Pei's listless appearance, and said with concern: "Why don't your mother-in-law accompany you out for a walk." ”

Zheng Pei smiled lightly and said, "No need, mother-in-law, I can do it alone." ”

Considering that Zheng Pei may have something on his mind that he is unwilling to say, Granny Ye is no longer reluctant. She carefully applied the cotton cloth, exposed Zheng Pei's eyes, and instructed: "It's cold at night, and you are not familiar with it here." You have to be careful with your wounds and don't go far. ”

Zheng Pei nodded. He was worried that he would be unable to stand again due to dizziness, so he slowly stood up with the door frame next to the bamboo chair. Under Granny Ye's worried gaze, Zheng Pei slowly walked out of the door.

The moonlight was like a light snow in early winter, and it was slightly spread in the village. As if to mourn the young life that had disappeared during the day, although it was already night, only a few houses in the village had electric lights on. Zheng Pei moved his steps slowly, not wanting to disturb the hearts that had finally quieted down. The breeze blows, although it is spring and summer, but it still makes Zheng Pei feel a chill, he seems to have returned to that day, Chinese New Year's Eve every family is reunited and celebrated, only him, quietly walking in the village at night, because he has no relatives.

"Uh-huh......" A painful groan came from a dark hut. But it seems that no one cares, and the owner of this voice can only survive in solitude.

Zheng Pei walked over lightly and listened carefully. There was only one sound in the hut because of the pain. The room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen from the window. A stench of pus and blood emanated from the window, causing Zheng Pei to lean over slightly.

Zheng Pei knew that he shouldn't be nosy, but fate seemed to be a trick on people. Zheng Pei walked around to the front of the hut, and the ghost envoy walked into the door with his feet raised.

"Uh-huh......" that painful moan sounded again.

With the scattered moonlight and his amazing eyesight, Zheng Pei found the girl lying on the bamboo bed who was tormented by pain. By his costume, he immediately recognized that it was the girl who had snatched his scales.

Zheng Pei hesitated, but still planned to walk out quickly. He didn't take revenge on the girl for hurting him at this time, and ignored her. Instead, he felt that this was a girl's resting room, and he was so bold as a boy to break in, as if there was an element of hooliganism. Nothing is right, Zheng Pei frowned, turned around and walked out.

"Hmm... Water... Water...", the girl seemed to be calling softly in a coma.

The small wooden bowl carrying the water was placed on the table at the door, and Zheng Pei, who was about to go out, saw it at first sight. He immediately walked outside the house and asked in a loud voice, "Is there anyone?" ”

There was no response, only the rustling of the wind through the leaves.

"Water ......," the girl called again, and a little crying gradually appeared in her trembling, hoarse voice.

Alas, you can't just look at her and die of thirst!

Zheng Pei turned around and went back to the house. He picked up the wooden bowl on the table at the door, sat down on the bamboo chair next to the bamboo bed, picked up a small spoon and scooped a full spoonful of water, and poured it through the gap between her slightly open lips. But I didn't expect that the girl couldn't open her mouth in a coma, and the spoonful of water that Zheng Pei fed not only did not enter her mouth, but flowed everywhere along her lips, and a little water actually flowed down her upper lip into her nostrils. Suddenly, the girl choked and coughed violently.

Zheng Pei realized his clumsiness and quickly wiped his sleeve on the girl's lips. Zheng Pei breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was fortunate that the girl was still unconscious, otherwise she would definitely think that she was going to retaliate and bombarded with fireballs. Zheng Pei restrained his emotions, as careful as a first-time needleworker, and scooped a little water with a small spoon, slowly soaking it along her chapped lips. When the girl finally felt the coldness and instinctively licked the drops on her lips, Zheng Pei was already sweating profusely. At this time, the girl seemed to have woken up from the coma, and sucked the small spoon handed over by Zheng Pei very cooperatively, slowly calming down the shortness and heaviness of breathing.

"Ah Jin?" The girl asked softly, her voice full of hope.

Zheng Pei didn't answer and continued to feed the water carefully.

The girl didn't get a response, and she knew that the other party was not Ah Jin as she said he was. She slowly covered her chest with her arms, and said in a calm tone but still with a hint of disappointment, "Thank you......"

This girl's gratitude did not make Zheng Pei feel warm in his heart, but made him feel sorry for this girl.

The girl shook her head and signaled that Zheng Pei no longer needed to drink water. Zheng Pei saw that her complexion seemed to have recovered a little, so he put the small spoon into the bowl and wanted to get up and leave. But as soon as he moved, his wrist was grabbed by the girl.

"Don't go, okay......" Although there was no hint of request in the girl's tone, the helplessness in her heart was densely hidden between the lines. She already knew from the thickness of her wrist that the other party was a man, but even so, she was unwilling to give up.

This...... Zheng Pei was a little overwhelmed, not to mention that he himself was injured, just saying that this man and woman were alone in a room in the middle of the night, it was not the reason why they were injured or not to explain clearly. Moreover, he could also feel the hesitation and compulsion in this girl's heart.