Yin Hong

When he woke up, Yawen was lying flat on the bed in the cabin, and when he opened his eyes, he could see the cabin roof made of neat pieces of wood.The temperature in the cabin was very warm, and the crackling sound of flames burning in the lampshade echoed in his ears, and the sunlight from outside the window flickered in and spread on his face.

"God bestowed luck on you, and he took care of you, otherwise your leg would have been completely useless."

Dajuli's voice came from the side of the bed, and Yawen squinted her eyes. She was wiping her hands with a clean cloth, and the hem of her skirt was stained with blood. She should have just finished treating the wound on his body not long ago. Had time to clean myself up.Seeing Yawen looking over, she put down the cloth, drained the glass of water on the table, slowly helped him up from the bed, and sat half-sitting with his back against the head of the bed.

"Drink some water first. Although the injury on your shoulder is not that serious, if you accidentally pull it, it will still hurt terribly. Use the other hand to hold it." Dajuli said while passing the water glass to his hand Here, she took a few steps back and sat on the chair, watching Yawen drink the glass of clear water, "First of all, I have to say sorry to you, because when you came back, Sancerre's condition was much worse, so I chose to save him first, so I delayed your treatment. The wound on your leg is already inflamed. Even if I can guarantee that you can walk well after the wound is healed, you will at least have to lie in bed until the day we land. Besides—" She looked at Yawen solemnly and sincerely, "Although Sancerre is not a good captain, or even a good person at all, he saved my life, thank you for bringing him back."

"I can't do nothing." Yawen smiled. There was no water source for the whole day. Even after drinking some water, his throat is still very hoarse. "What's more, I also promised him to lead you Finish this journey."

He didn't tell Dajuli the reason for the wounds on the two of them. They have been living in harmony since they set foot on the island, until the end they turned against each other and killed each other, but he still couldn't figure it out Reasons—such as why Sancer swung his knife and attacked regardless of whether he was an enemy or not, and why he couldn't restrain his desire to fight back.

When the knife in his hand cut Sancerre's skin, he didn't feel at all, to be honest, enjoying it.

Thinking of this, he asked Dajuli again: "Where did the roll of drawings and my little things I brought back go?"

"It's all packed for you," Dajuli pointed to the drawer under the table beside him, "Go get it yourself when you recover."

Yawen nodded.He felt that the strength in his body was lost again, and it seemed that just a few simple words had exhausted all his energy—it seems that during the period of coma, he also lost a lot of blood, " How long have I been asleep?"

"Look out of the window," said Dajuli. "It's almost sunset. God, you've slept through the day when you should be full of energy, but even if you've slept for so long, I still suggest you sleep more at night." Sleep for a while, conserve your strength, and recover from your wounds. Otherwise, when we get off the ship, we may have to hire a carriage for you to take you home."

"Where's Sancel?"

"He hasn't woken up yet." Dajuli frowned when talking about this strange pirate captain, "—hasn't woken up. God knows whether he really can't bear it or is teasing us again , you also know that he is a person who can never be deduced with common sense. The wound on his arm is not healing well, and the blood loss is too much. I managed to save his life, and now I don’t know when I will wake up. "

Hearing what she said, Yawen recalled Sancerre's right arm pierced by him, but he didn't feel guilty. Compared with his unhesitating expression and movements when he cut his shoulder and thigh, Yawen felt There is no need to feel guilty at all - he just felt a strange feeling that was not very easy to express rising from the bottom of his heart, like a layer of fog that could not be dispelled, covering his mind.

"Honestly, you two were really scary when you first emerged from the woods," Dajuli began to babble again, "you were covered in blood, even Kasper's face that had been frozen for hundreds of years It's changed. When we carried you aboard, we thought you were seriously injured, and your abdomen and chest must have been pierced. But after checking, I found that you were all wounded except for these big wounds. There are no flesh wounds, the neck and chest are intact, obviously not fatally attacked, this is the main reason why you survived, if the two knives on your shoulder and thigh are stabbed in your stomach , I guess you can’t even barely stand up, let alone walk such a long distance with someone on your back.”

"I don't remember very well," Yawen laughed at himself. "At that time, even my vision was almost gray, and my mind was very dizzy. It was a miracle that I was able to pass through the jungle smoothly."

"Yes, it's a miracle." Dajuli nodded. "What I can't understand is that Sancel was just stabbed so lightly. How could he faint? I've seen him covered in blood before." It’s still possible to walk back step by step with all the arrows in it.”

"Who knows." Yawen replied lightly, avoiding the topic.He thought he should be able to guess why.

Sancerre's mental state at that time was ridiculously bad. After being irritable to a certain level, the whole person appeared extremely fragile. At this time, it was normal to be cut with a knife and fall into a coma.However, Yawen would never tell Dajuli about such a small detail. From a personal point of view, he is indeed reluctant to turn against this group of uneducated but extraordinarily open-minded and cheerful pirates.

"You should have a good rest." Dajuli stood up, "I will bring you some food later, I have to go and see Sancerre, and continue to work hard to save his poor life."

"it is good."

Yawen sat quietly on the bed for a while, looked at the closed door, tried his best to prop up his body from the bed, stepped on the ground with one foot, took out the chart from the drawer, and sat back on the bed again.He shook off the drawing, carefully observed all the information on the drawing again, every letter, every line, looked at it in detail.

Flores Mohola.

Yawen stared at the name for a long time, thinking that after returning to Spain, he would have to check this person carefully—it sounds like a man, maybe a pirate.

In the evening, Dajuli came to chat with him for a while again, seeming to calm his emotions subconsciously.After Yawen understood her thoughts, he was also quite willing to gossip with her, chatting about the weird thoughts in the minds of the men on board and their attitudes towards this matter.According to Dajuli, they were very surprised, and part of them also expressed concern about Sancerre. As for whether they were worried about his safety or their own future journey, it was beyond Yawen's guess.

The physical exhaustion hadn't recovered yet, and after night fell, he felt sleepy again, and fell asleep on the soft pillow after a while.But perhaps because he slept too long during the day, he didn't sleep deeply, and his brain, which was already in a light sleep, woke up quickly after hearing the soft sound of the door opening.

The candle beside the bed was extinguished, and the light from the stars outside the small window was not enough to cover the entire room.Yawen didn't even need to guess, he knew who came in.

After he walked in, he sat on the edge of the bed, lowered his head and gently touched the wound on Yawen's shoulder with his lips.

"I felt it..." Sancer reached out to find the roll of drawings under the quilt, his voice trembling and full of grief, "before I passed out."

Yawen opened his eyes, looked at the shadow of the strand of hair in his sight, and didn't speak.

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"Why did you kill you?" Yawen asked back.

"I hurt you." Sancer's breath sprayed on Yawen's wound, even though it was separated by a layer of gauze, it brought an unbearable itching feeling, "Why don't you kill someone who hurt you?"

Such conversations simply don't make any sense.Yawen sighed softly, stretched out his hand and gently pinched the back of Sancerre's neck, "Sancerre."

Sancer raised his head up, and rubbed his forehead against Yawen's shoulder socket, like an innocent little beast that was injured and was constantly asking for warmth from his mother.

"I'll give you a chance." Yawen gently rubbed the broken hair above his neck, with a steady and indifferent tone, "Tomorrow morning, explain it to me."

"If I don't explain," he asked slowly, "what will happen to you?"

"Oh." Yawen chuckled, "Then no matter how much you bribe my nasty brother Andre, I won't help you a second time."

"I'll tell you." Sancer said nervously, but still said slowly, "I'll tell you."

Yawen let go of his neck, moved his palm up, and gently stroked his thick hair twice soothingly.

"Then I'll give you a few days," he said, "Your behavior in the past two days is really stupid, and you probably can't organize your language. When you return to Spain and you can speak clearly, I will talk to you again." .”

"Yawen." Sanser pressed the uninjured arm under his body, lying on his side next to Yawen, and carefully placed his almost immobile right arm across Yawen's body.He murmured, and called his name softly: "Yawen."

This feeling is like a deep forest, countless treasures are sleeping in exquisite boxes, treasures are stored in the castle, and the castle is deep in the forest, so even if there are many dangers in front of him, he can't restrain himself from wanting to get closer impulse.

Sancerre, or a certain quality of Sancerre, was crazily attracting him—this was a fact that Yawen had fully recognized in just a few days, and even he himself could not refute it.

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