Her love for Lin Mu is more of a kind of worship. She likes his down-and-out generosity, kindness and uninhibitedness, and has seen him born and die for herself or his family several times, but she really doesn't know who else she likes besides him.

Thinking of this, she put down her mobile phone, took Lin Mu's warm hand and said, In this life, I don't care what you do to me, I only have you in my heart, and I can't fit anyone.

The tender eyes were full of affection, and Lin Mu took her into his arms and hugged her tightly for a long time.

Martin woke up to find himself lying on the ground under a tent. Whose home was clearly in the tent, but very basic. Except for a dilapidated plank bed, which is the household goods for boiling water and cooking.

And he was lying on the ground at the entrance where he had just entered, and his face was painted with something hot and hot.

Martin was about to touch it with his hand, and he felt itchy. Suddenly, an old man's voice said in a low voice, don't touch.

It is thought that Martin, who fainted, was rescued by an old man who went up the mountain to collect medicine or hunt, and it seems that he should not die.

The old man came over and carried an aluminum jug that had been blackened by smoke, with the spout facing Martin's, and began to pour water.

Wild bees here are very poisonous, and many people like you have died there. The old man was dressed in a cloak and said slightly.

Martin struggled to get up or sit up, but Martin pressed his right shoulder, and Martin realized that although the old man was not young, he had a lot of strength.

Martin had no choice but to lie down, but he quickly rolled over and went from lying flat to lying on his side. This time the old man did not stop him.

Martin's mind was foggy, he didn't know what time it was, and he didn't know where he was. I only remember the pain when I was stung by a wild bee.

The old man got up and put down the aluminum pot, took a small blue plastic stool, and sat down next to Martin. He lit a pot of dry tobacco and smoked it with a click.

After a while, when he finished smoking, he took the tobacco pouch and knocked it on the sole of his foot, and when it was clean, he put the tobacco pouch in the pocket of his jacket.

Before Martin could speak, the old man said, "You're hungry." I've cooked a little bit of food, you can eat a little later. It's an antidote to bee venom that is smeared on your face, and if you endure it a little longer, wash your face tonight, and you should be fine. Then Martin lay down, and the old man began to make a fire and cook. Smoke rises from the woodland in the mountains, like an idyllic picture.

Martin devoured boiled wild vegetables, and the old man served him a bowl of rice.

When Martin finished eating, he found that the old man himself had nothing to eat, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, thinking that he was so embarrassed that he had neglected whether the savior's dinner had been settled.

The old man smoked a cigarette and said unhurriedly, It's okay, it's okay, I usually don't eat at night.

Martin couldn't help but want to stand up.

The old man hurriedly pressed his shoulder and said, When you didn't wake up, you were talking about what kind of back basket back basket you were talking about, and I deliberately went to the place where you fainted to look for it, but I didn't find any back basket.

Martin understood that this kind old man must have heard the "Benoy" he muttered in his coma as a "basket". He couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, and the hustle and bustle of the city and the intrigue in the office all disappeared in Martin's mind at this moment.

The poorer and more backward the place, the more upright people are? Martin thought to himself.

Where is Benoy, Benoy, Benoy? What is she doing now? Do you think about each other as much as he does?

Thinking of Benoy, Martin's heart felt sweet, and his expression relaxed.

The old man looked at his expression and said with a smile, Do you have strength? Just have strength.

I'm humble here, you recover, I'll send you to Kuzhipu tomorrow.

Where is Kuzhipu? Martin was at a loss.