Laoshan recuperation

Su Qinghen's words deeply stimulated Xiao Yue.

Xiao Yue pushed Su Qinghen away angrily again: "Get out, get out of here. I don't want to listen to you. Your words are all deceptive, all deceptive!"

Su Qinghen knew that it was difficult for her to face the truth, but she didn't want her to hurt herself like this. He cruelly took the white porcelain bottle from the table: "I repeat it now, this is Brother Lin's ashes. Since you insist that no, I will smash this bottle now!"

He said, really holding the white porcelain bottle high and about to fall to the ground.

"No!" Xiao Yue shouted eagerly, snatched the bottle from his hand and held it in his arms. The weak body, coupled with the fact that it has not been recuperated, is exhausted after such a toss. Xiao Yue held Lin Zhong's ashes and fell to the ground feebly and cried bitterly.

Although Su Qinghen was worried about her voice, she also let her vent. It's better to cry than to hold back. He bent down and said to Xiao Yue, who cried, "I didn't know you would be in a coma for a few days at first. The climate in Laoshan is so warm that I'm afraid that you will be sad when you wake up and see Brother Lin's body. He made his own decision and one person cremated him. If you are annoyed that I didn't wait for you, you can vent your anger at any time.

Xiao Yue ignored him, just a man holding Lin Zhong's ashes and crying bitterly.

Su Qinghen said again, "Since you don't talk, I won't be angry with me. I'll change the medicine for you now.

No matter what he said or did, Xiao Yue ignored it. He just cried heartbreakingly.

Su Qinghen had to take the ointment and freshly washed white cotton strips by himself, half squatted and half kneeled in front of Xiao Yue, put one foot on her knee, carefully removed the cotton cloth that had tied her feet, and wiped off the ointment previously applied to her feet with cotton dipped in old wine, and then carefully applied the new ointment.

In the end, Xiao Yue still cried and fainted.

Su Qinghen had changed the medicine on her feet. Seeing that she fainted, he took the porcelain bottle from her arms, put it back on the sandalwood table, and then took her from the ground to ** and pulled the quilt to cover it.

Xiao Yue's physical condition and mental condition are already extremely poor. Su Qinghen guarded her and dared not leave. Even when cooking, she set up an abandoned bottomless iron bucket outside, hollowed out a piece of the low end, and set up a simple barbed wire made by herself, all of which was used as a stove.

Although Su Qinghen is very good at surviving in the wild, she can cook all kinds of delicious food by using all kinds of wild mountain bacteria, wild animals, firewood and a little salt. But if he really enters the kitchen, he is not good at that set of fine work. However, Xiao Yue is very weak now, and it is better to eat some rotten meat porridge and so on. There was no other way but to make such a stove to make medicine for her.

He searched everywhere for the rations and collected half a bag of rice that could be imported from Laoshan. Later, he wandered around the back mountain for most of the day, hunting a young deer, slaughtered and peeled it, cut the venison into minced meat, put it together with rice, and boiled meat porridge for Xiao Yue to eat.

It's just that he is really not used to the work in the kitchen. After cooking a meal, his face is often covered with dust and his cough is earth-shaking.

In the past, if he coughed, it was fine, but now that Xiao Yue was awake, he did not dare to wake her up casually, so he could only hide far away and cough in a low voice.

Xiao Yue slept for two hours before she woke up. As soon as she woke up, she turned her head and looked around for fear that she would not find Lin Zhong. Seeing that the white porcelain bottle was still on the table, he ran out of bed regardless of the pain in the soles of his feet.

She took the white porcelain bottle with a fat belly, held it in her arms, and then leaned against the table in a daze. Lin Zhong's voice and smile kept emerging in his mind. Once, he also took care of her in this room. In the past, all kinds of familiar things seemed to be yesterday, but in a blink of an eye, everything had already changed.

A short distance outside the window, there was a low cough.

Xiao Yue came to her senses and saw Su Qinghen holding the willow tree and bending over to cough through the open window. At this time, he only wore a clean but shabby blue dress, and the profile on the side was a little less heroic, more haggard and vicissitudes, and his hair was slightly messy. When I first saw him, the man in white, who was unrestrained and beautiful as if he could not eat the world's fireworks had already flown back to annihilation. Such a proud and flamboyant look has never appeared on Su Qinghen again. In the past, he worked hard because of military affairs, but now he has become so haggard to take care of himself.

Xiao Yue's eyes slowly withdrew from the window and turned to the white porcelain bottle held in her hand. As she gradually woke up, she suddenly realized that her sleeves were white. She looked at herself and found that she was wearing a clean white dress at this time. A long dark and soft hair hung behind him like a waterfall, and only a thin strand hung on his chest and fell on his white fingers.

At this moment, Xiao Yue found that she was no longer as dirty as a few days ago. Her hands had already been washed clean. On her snow-white wrist, the wound originally polished by the hemp rope had almost healed, and the swelling had subsided. Even the seams of her nails were clean, and her nails seemed to have been trimmed. The hair has also been cleaned and taken care of as before. She lifted her coat and looked at it, then bent down and rolled up her trouser legs to make sure that her whole body had been "cleaned" clean.

Somehow, there was a burst of anger in her heart, ashamed, annoyed and angry. She couldn't help shouting out of the window: "Su Qinghen!"

Su Qinghen heard her cry and turned around in surprise and smiled, "Are you awake? Are you hungry? The porridge has been cooked and has been warmed on low heat..."

As he spoke, he couldn't go on, and the lower his voice went back.

Xiao Yue's face was as old, as black as the bottom of the pot, and she was obviously angry.

Su Qinghen knew the "good thing" he had done, and slowly walked towards the room with a very guilty heart. He went to the door, took down the soup pot on the stove and poured out a bowl of meat porridge. With porridge and a flattering smile on his face, he dared to step into the room.

Only then did Xiao Yue see that there were several ash on his face on the other side, which looked very funny.

Su Qinghen asked Xiao Yue, "Is it because I'm hungry?" Let's have porridge. Let's talk about it later. Oh, this is meat porridge made from wild venison. You recovered so quickly, thanks to the little wild deer..." With that, Su Qinghen couldn't go on. Although Xiao Yue also eats wild animals, if she talks about small animals before she eats, she usually can't eat.

As Xiao Yue was about to speak with a calm face, Su Qinghen immediately opened her mouth again and did not dare to give her any chance to speak: "Why are you running barefoot again? Don't your feet hurt?" As he spoke, he put the porridge in his hand on a low stool by the bed and hurried to Xiao Yue: "I... help you sit by the bed and take a rest."

Just as he was about to reach out, Xiao Yue dodged him and sat on the chair next to the sandalwood table.

Su Qinghen said, "Do you want to sit here for dinner? Well, I'll bring the porridge for you."

Xiao Yue said with a calm face, "Let's hang the porridge first. I have something to ask you."

Su Qinghen had turned around and was about to walk to the bedside. After listening to her words, he had to stop, slowly turned his face, and put on a very reluctant smile: "What's wrong? Ask if you have anything to say. But it seems that you are very angry. What's the big deal? Is it worth your anger? It's important to take care of yourself.

Xiao Yue didn't have any joking thoughts and said angrily, "Don't smile. Let me ask you, why has my body been scrubbed? Have you changed into clean clothes? Who did it?" She is no longer a little girl who doesn't know the world, and her experience is very different from that of ordinary women. When asked about this kind of thing, she didn't feel shy at all.

Su Qinghen knew that after she was conscious, she must have to settle the account with herself for a long time, and still honestly replied, "There are many small wounds on your body. If it is dirty and bad, it will be easy to get sick. There is no one else on Laoshan except you and me. I have to... I have to do it myself. Yes... I helped you take a shower and change your clothes... I found the clothes from other rooms, and I put them on you after I washed them."