Your plug-in has reached [the end of the world]

Song Yuanxiu just changed a house two years ago, and moved from the urban area where every inch of land was expensive to the current semi-suburban area several rings away.

The disadvantage is that he has to drive for several hours to go to work every day. The advantage is that his house has become a two-story attic, and by the way, he has a roof and a yard.

You don't have to be woken up by the sound of cars every day, and the air is much fresher.

Song Mi's mother, Shi Mei, is in poor health. She grows vegetables and raises chickens in the yard every day after work, living a retirement life for the elderly.

It is precisely because the community is relatively remote that it is temporarily peaceful in this chaos.

"When will my mother wake up?" Song Mi asked Song Yuanxiu beside the bed in the bedroom.

Song Yuanxiu sat on the bed, raised his hand and touched Shi Mei's forehead: "Wait until she's hungry."

The woman on the bed has fair skin and long curly hair.Probably because of the drowsiness of the past few days, she looked a little thin and sick.

Song Mi bent down to hold the hand that was resting on the quilt at the time, feeling the reassuring warmth of his mother.

"Mom." Song Mi called out.

No one answered him.

"Dong dong dong", the bedroom door was knocked three times.

Song Mi turned around and saw Gu Xun carrying the medicine box.

He put down Shimei's hand and hooked his lips: "Boss Gu."

In Song Mi's room, Gu Xun was sitting on the sofa by the French window, lowering his head to bandage Song Mi's wound.

And Song Mi wondered, resting his cheeks, not understanding how he provoked Gu Xun.

"Don't move." Gu Xun said.

Song Mi let out an "oh" and sat up straight.

His right arm was held by Gu Xun, and it was wrapped in gauze after taking medicine.

This troubled arm has experienced burns, abrasions, bumps all day and night, bruises, suppuration, and is now swollen.

Gu Xun's movements were gentle, and he didn't even make a loud noise.

"Boss Gu," Song Mi bent over and poked his head, "are you in a bad mood?"

Ever since he got home, Gu Xun didn't seem to have treated him well.

Gu Xun cut and pasted the gauze, and pulled Song Mi's other arm.

Song Mi's left arm could still be seen to look like an arm, but it was fine and dense wounds, some of which had scabbed over, sticking together with the flesh.

Gu Xun raised his hand, and a small rain cloud gathered at his fingertips, which wet a piece of gauze on his knee.

Song Mi thought it was fun, so he stretched out his hand to grab it. The rain cloud crashed into his palm, giving him a slight chill, and it dissipated from his fingers in the blink of an eye, without a trace.

Gu Xun lowered his eyes and carefully cleaned Song Mi's wound with gauze.

Song Mi tilted his head, just looking at Gu Xun in front of him.

Gu Xun's facial features are profound, and the bridge of his nose is straight.The light coming from the right side casts a shadow on the left eye socket.But his eyelashes are very long, so long that they can show a little from the bridge of the nose, to catch a little evening dusk.

"Boss Gu." Song Mi said.

Gu Xun uttered a monosyllable "um" from his throat, which was regarded as a response to him.

Gu Xun doesn't smile much all the year round, which makes him look much more mature than his peers.In fact, he is indeed a reliable companion, whether in study or life, he is equally self-disciplined and excellent.

"Thank you for not leaving Zhan Zhi behind," Song Mi smiled, "and for accompanying me home."

Gu Xun picked up the medical alcohol and sprayed it on Song Mi's wound without mercy.

Song Mi cried out in pain.

"Why did I provoke you?" Song Mi gritted his teeth and said, "I think you are trying to retaliate."

"When will you be more mature?" Gu Xun held Song Mi's wrist without raising his head, "Think about the outcome before doing something, and don't act recklessly according to your own temper."

Song Mi was dissatisfied: "What did I do so recklessly?"

Gu Xun moved his lips, as if he hesitated to speak.

He put good medicine on his left arm, bent down and picked up Song Mi's leg, and then said: "After I entered the barrier set by uncle, you followed me in less than two seconds, in case there is something here Dangerous, are you coming in to die?"

Gu Xun's words were very plain, and the question at the end was made into a declarative sentence by him.

"It's even more dangerous to come in," Song Mi argued, "Why don't you stand by and watch you die?"

Gu Xun paused for applying the medicine, and then returned to normal: "If I'm already dead, you can stand by and watch."

"Aren't you fucking out of your mind?" Song Mi pushed Gu Xun, "Oh, according to you, I should leave immediately after you enter, right?"

Gu Xun was silent for a moment, then said, "You can wait outside for a few minutes, if I still don't hear back..."

"Come on," Song Mi turned her face out of the window, "We can't talk about this matter together, so don't tell me about it, so you won't get into a fight later."

Gu Xun didn't answer any more, just lowered his head and continued to treat Song Mi's wound.

The bruise on the outside of Song Mi's right leg was caused by jumping from the third floor of the library.

His ability could have left him unscathed, but it caused this situation because of a drag.

"You can't save anyone," Gu Xun said in a low voice, "Don't save it." Song Mi's gaze was fixed on the dim sunlight reflected on the glass: "I really don't want to save the world now, really."

"But you can't let me leave my companions behind," Song Mi looked back, her voice a little hoarse, "Parents, you, and Zhan Zhi, I want to protect you. Even if I can't protect you at all, I can't protect you." Won't…"

"I don't need your protection," Gu Xun interrupted him, "Nor does Zhan Zhi."

Song Mi raised her eyes and looked at Gu Xun: "She saved my life."

Gu Xun: "She knows more than you, and is much smarter than you."

Song Mi also interrupted him: "She's just a little girl..."

The hand that Gu Xun applied the medicine to Song Mi was heavy.

Song Mi howled: "Are you here again?!"

Gu Xun pretended not to hear, and continued to apply the medicine with his head down.

"I also said I don't want to be reckless, come on, let me ask you, I knew not to make a sound in the fog, but why did you talk?" Song Mi began to imitate Gu Xun's previous tone to settle accounts with him, "If you let go It’s not Uncle Sun next door to my house that’s foggy, are you already dead?”

Gu Xun didn't answer, as if acquiescing to his recklessness.

But Song Mi himself thought about it again, Gu Xun told him not to move at that time, that is to say, he gave a warning after he noticed the sound of his footsteps.

And Gu Xun's warning was basically telling him not to make a sound.

So Gu Xun knew, but he did it anyway.

Song Mi's heart skipped a beat.

Gu Xun has always been cautious on weekdays, how could he make such a low-level mistake?

But he did speak out at that time, and there is only one reason for such a result.

He was attracting the enemy's attention for Song Mi.

Compared with Song Mi's vague footsteps, Gu Xun's down-to-earth words are easier and more accurate to find the coordinate direction.

So in the final analysis, it was Song Mi who made the first noise, otherwise Gu Xun wouldn't have been exposed directly, and changed from active to passive.

Song Mi suddenly felt a little powerless.

"Boss Gu," Song Mi said dejectedly, "Am I stupid?"

Gu Xun was not polite to him at all: "Yes."

Song Mi took a deep breath, feeling like the pig teammate he had scolded on the road a few months ago.

"But it's okay." Gu Xun added.

Song Mi raised his head blankly: "Huh?"

Gu Xun's tone was still the same: "Because I'm here."