father - home

I opened my eyes, a strange yet familiar feeling, where is this?The room is not big, the furniture is simple, and it is spotless.A square table, four stools, a small wooden bed on which I lay, and a tin stove with a chimney in the center of the room.Everything except the stove and its chimney, which led from the gabled roof, and the house and floors were of logs.The wood processing is very rough, only the branches have been removed, and a little trimming has been done, but it looks very strong, and such a small wooden house can be used for decades.The door was open, and the only window beside the door was also open. Judging from the light coming in from the outside, it should be evening.what time is it?I reached out from under the blanket and found that I was naked, my wrist was bare, and my watch wasn't on it.

How is this going?where am iJust now, bees, Sophie... I have a headache, a nerve throbbing in my head... a bee is going to sting me, in the woods... I sit up, throw back the blanket, amazed to see that I All naked, nothing on.what happened?I wrapped my body in a blanket and got out of bed. I stood barefoot on the ground, feeling dizzy for a while. I hurriedly reached out to support the table, but I tripped over the stool halfway, and I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

The moment I fell down, I saw a figure.Sophie?

Yes Sophie.This is the hunter's lodge where I took Sophie to play, and this is where we found Sophie.

"Hi, Marty!" someone called me, leaning over me.

"Sophie?"

"Marty, wake up, it's me," he called softly, patting my cheek. "Marty."

I opened my eyes and couldn't believe it, it was Zhao!

"Marty, are you okay?" Zhao's eyes were full of worry.

I shook my head impatiently.It's okay, I'm fine, don't worry about me, baby.

"Are you all right?" Zhao asked again, as if not sure.

"It's all right, I just tripped over a stool."

Zhao looked back at the overturned stool, and when he turned around, he grinned badly and said, "Get up if you have nothing to do. It's really not elegant for you to lie on the ground like this."

I followed Zhao's gaze and looked down, and couldn't help crying secretly.The blanket that was originally wrapped around her body has now been scattered, leaving only one corner still draped over her thighs, completely useless to cover up her shame.

I stretched out my hand to pull the blanket, but Zhao rushed ahead of me and threw the blanket aside.My hand stopped halfway in embarrassment, and I glared at Zhao angrily.

The stares were white, because Zhao didn't look at me at all.Zhao helped me stand up.I was dizzy again, and my body fell forward.Zhao quickly hugged me.Whether it's embarrassment or anger, I have no time to take care of it.Zhao helped me to lie down on the bed, and then covered me with a blanket.I was so dizzy that I barely opened my eyes.Zhao is busy in the house.

After a while, Zhao returned to the bed, "You must be extremely thirsty. I poured a glass of honey water." Zhao held my head in one hand, and fed me with the porcelain jar in the other. "There's no milk here, and nothing to drink but this jar of honey I found on the shelf. Oh, and a bottle of Vodka, but that won't quench your thirst."

After I finished drinking, Zhao put me down and wiped the corners of my mouth with the back of his hand. "Lie down for a while, take a rest, I'll be back in a while." After finishing speaking, he ran out in a hurry.

I lay down for a while, my dizziness eased slightly, and my memory gradually became clear.Bees, Sophie... I waited for the bees to sting, in the woods... but it didn't happen, why?Maybe God just wanted me to understand, not experience Sophie's hurt.Oh, God, you are so kind to me that such a punishment is too light to be worth it.Then, with lightning and thunder, I ran out of the woods, expecting the wrath of the God of All Things to come upon me, and the true punishment that would ease the torment of my soul.The heavy rain was majestic and the mountain wind was howling. I laughed out loud in the rain.And then...then I don't remember, maybe I fell asleep, maybe I passed out, I don't remember.

What is Zhao doing?The honey water was warm, and he boiled the water outside, instead of using the stove in the house.That's right, it's midsummer, and if this stove is turned on, then this log cabin will become a real sauna.Who else is out there?I sit up.I don't want to meet anyone.I don't want to see anyone but Zhao.I thought that I didn't even want to see him, but until just now, I didn't know how much I missed him and how happy I was to see him.

I leaned on the bed frame and stood up slowly.How did Zhao find this place?If he's alone, he's unlikely to find it here, so there are others.I sat back hesitantly.

A smell of food wafted from the window.My stomach growled.I can't sit still.Recalling Zhao's calm actions just now, supporting me who was naked, I felt that there should be no one else.I decided to go out and have a look.

I searched the house and couldn't see any of my clothes.I found the closet, and there were two blankets on the upper shelf, but no sheets, nor my clothes, and some clutter on the lower shelf.I gave up trying and wrapped the blanket around me.On the shelf on the wall, beside the lantern, is my watch.I put my watch on, it's 7:10.A few pots were missing from the shelf, salt, honey, and possibly the vodka that Zhao said.

From a mirror hanging on the window frame, I could see my head was heavily bandaged.The mirror is not very clear, the silver ions on the back have been severely oxidized, and there are large mottled black and yellow marks on the mirror surface. It may be difficult for a girl to draw eyeliner on it, but it should be okay to take a rough look at the wound on her forehead.I unwrapped the bandage in front of the mirror, and there was a four-centimeter-diameter bruise on my right temple, which was red, swollen and purple, and it hurt when I touched it with my fingers, so I took a deep breath.Part of the bruise is hidden in the hair, and likewise, the wound in the center of the bruise extends into the hairline.I parted my hair and saw that the entire wound was two centimeters long, but fortunately, the wound was a laceration from the collision, it was not deep, and it was no longer bleeding.I didn't put on any more bandages because it was kind of hot and sweating would be bad.

"Why are you up? Don't lie down any longer?" Zhaoyi straightened up when he saw me, stared at me for a second, hesitated, then lowered his body to work, only looking up at me from time to time.There was a bonfire in front of him, and a pot was hung on the fire. The contents of the pot were already boiling and steaming, and the aroma came from there.

I think Akira stared at me because I took off the bandages on my head.I tightened the blanket wrapped around my body, my feet were floating, and my steps were still a little unsteady.

"I'm hungry." I walked to the campfire, craned my neck to look into the pot, and swallowed. "What? It's so fragrant."

"Mushroom stewed rabbit meat." Zhao said, running away from me, and in the blink of an eye, brought a blanket, quickly folded it into a long strip, and spread it on a tree trunk that fell on the ground beside the campfire. "You must be starving, sit down for a while, and you'll be fine soon."

Zhao jumped back again, poured out a jar of hot water, dug in a spoonful of honey, stirred it a few times, and handed it to me.

I took the mug and remembered the coffee can on the shelf, and I said, "I want coffee."

"No. Your head will hurt even more if you drink coffee now." Zhao refused me without hesitation, went back to the campfire, scooped up a little soup, blew it twice, and tasted it.It's a bit bland, Zhao added some salt, and tasted it again.There is a half bottle of Vodka on the side of the salt shaker, which seems to be used for seasoning. I decided not to take it up, and Zhao would definitely refuse me without any hesitation.

I sat on the tree trunk covered with blankets and honestly held a teacup to drink water. I was really thirsty. I thought the sweet and annoying honey water moistened my thirsty throat like a spring.

Zhao took the pot off the fire, put it on a stone slab, stood up, and looked down at me. "Would you like to eat here, or go back to the house?"

I raised my head and looked at him standing in the setting sun, his whole body trimmed with gold, eating and whispering. "I want to be outside."

"Yeah." Zhao ran away again, and came back with two aluminum soup plates, spoons, and a large piece of rye bread.

Zhao put all these things on the slate, scooped the stewed meat on the soup plate, and cut the bread into thin slices.I noticed that Zhao was holding a military dagger, and there was a shotgun beside the stone slab.If I'm not mistaken, both the dagger and shotgun belong to Joseph.What about my pistol?Only then did I remember my clothes and pistol again, and anxiously sat up straight and looked around.On the far bank of the river, there was something floating in the wind on a bush. Because it was getting late, I couldn't see it clearly. It might be my clothes.What about guns?

Just as I was thinking about it, Zhao handed me the sugar and bread. Seeing me looking around, he jumped up and ran to the bushes as if thinking of something.Really my clothes.Zhao collected the clothes and came back with a bag of things.

Shaking the bag, there was a sound of metal clanging, "This is your pistol. I found it in the mud in the woods. If I don't wipe it clean, it will rust within two days. These clothes are also dirty. It’s a mess, so I can only wash it all. It should be dry now.” Zhao neither gave me a gun nor clothes, but went back to the wooden house with these things.

Holding the soup plate in my hand, I didn't say anything, didn't ask him for it, and didn't stop him, I just stared at him stupidly.I have a lot of questions, but I don’t know how to ask them. Maybe I don’t want to ask them at all. Watching him jumping up and down in front of me is my greatest satisfaction and happiness.