It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

Fang Mian watched in the dark that this strange village man who was sighing to the sky finally returned to the house, thought for a moment, and decided to knock on the door and enter.

Lifting his breath, he climbed over the wall, touched one knee to the ground, and wiped off the blood around his mouth while panting. He was seriously injured and needed to recuperate. Looking at the peasants in the house, his steps were heavy and he had no internal strength. If he had evil intentions, he would be easy to kill.

Before Mo Wuming could lie down, he heard the knock on the door. In the silent night, his heart was pounding in harmony with the regular knock on the door, and cold sweat broke out unconsciously on his forehead.We can't blame him for being timid. This scene is full of weirdness. Although he was an atheist before, he was reborn after death. Who knows what unknown existence exists in this world.

What's the matter with this villager, it's impossible to fall asleep and not hear at this hour.Fang Mian became more and more impatient outside the door. He is not indiscriminate, but he doesn't value other people's lives too much. The impatience in his eyes is getting stronger and stronger.Just about to break through the door directly, a rustling voice came, "Who are you? What's the matter?".

Looking up at the villager asking cautiously through the crack of the door, Fang Mian suppressed his impatience, why is this man so timid, and only calmly replied: "Stay overnight".

Mo Wuming was startled when he saw the raised face of the man outside the door. Isn’t this the man in Tsing Yi who was besieged in the forest today?

He clenched his fists on his side to cheer himself up, thinking about the wording of euphemistic refusal.

"Okay..." Looking at the other party's dark eyes, the words of rejection were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit them out no matter what.

"Come in", he opened the courtyard door discouragedly, he didn't know what to be angry about, angry at himself, angry at the scary deep expression of the other party, or the main reason for opening the door in anger was not his rare kindness.

Cautiously led the person into the house, without looking carefully, he knew that the person was seriously injured, "Brother, sit down first, I see that you are injured, I have some medicine for the wound at home, you bandage the wound first? "

Asking the other party to sit down on the only chair, listening to the cold 'um', Mo Wuming really wanted to sigh, but he didn't dare, it could be seen that the other party had a bad temper, wondering if he would kill innocent people indiscriminately .

Fang Mian looked around. Although the interior layout was simple, it was neat and clean. There were only a table, a chair, a bed, and a cabinet that could be considered large items.Scanning the inkstone and ink on the table, this person should be literate, dressed in the style common to rural men, but walking and doing things in a gentle and steady manner like a scholar.

"I only have this kind of medicine for trauma. You need to see a doctor, brother. There is no doctor in our village, but there is an old doctor in Qingshan Village in the next village."

But it's not an emergency. People in the village usually go to the city to get medicine.The distance to the next village and the town is about the same, and the road to the town is better. If it is an emergency, there is no time for treatment.

Hey, no matter what era it is in, it is difficult for ordinary people at the bottom to see a doctor.This person probably won't go to see a doctor, maybe there is some trouble!No matter how much he slandered in his heart, Mo Wuming still maintained a straight face and looked at the host sincerely.

"Thank you, no need." Upon hearing the reply, Mo Wuming didn't say much, put down the wound medicine, found some clean sweat towels and handed them to the other party, "I'll fetch some water."

Fang Mian nodded while holding the square scarf, watched the other party walk out of the room, relaxed his body that was accumulating energy a little, looked away, picked up the wound medicine on the table and carefully identified it, it was indeed the most common healing medicine.

Mo Wuming went to scoop water from the water tank in the kitchen, filled it with the usual washbasin, and just brought it to the door of the kitchen, a gust of wind blew by, his face was chilly, the night in March was still a bit cold, after thinking about it , Put down the basin, and boil some hot water in a large pot.

I have been here for so long, and I am very proficient in adding firewood and boiling water. I was in a hurry at first, and now I am used to all kinds of unaccustomed things.

The water was already hot, and after mixing the water, I filled the pot with cold water, filled the stove with firewood, and walked out with the basin in one hand and the bucket in the other.

"Brother, I'm coming in." He kicked open the door, and saw the man sitting in front of the table, with his coat on the table, as if he hadn't touched it.Not expecting the other party to help, Mo Wuming directly put the basin and bucket in the corner.I took two sets of underwear from the closet, broke out in a cold sweat, and planned to wash my body again, it was sticky and uncomfortable.

Put a set of clothes beside the bed, and signaled to the other party: "Put the change of clothes here, and the dirty clothes can be put in the bamboo basket in the corner over there. If you have anything to do, you can call me loudly. I'm in the kitchen on the west side."

Seeing the other party nodding, Mo Wuming walked out with his change of clothes. He didn't think the other party would want him to help bandage it, so he didn't intend to do anything extra. Looking at the other party's cold face, he didn't have anything to ask.After being relieved, although he was still a little worried about getting into trouble, he was not too afraid. Maybe he had a better first impression of this person. He has a cold temperament, is not afraid of danger, and looks handsome, not like a villain.Forget it, it's just that disaster can't be avoided, he can't drive this person out.

When he came to the kitchen, there was no suitable container for him to wash. He sighed, "Hey!", forgetting that he was a poor man living alone.Thinking about the bathtub that I asked the carpenter to make a few days ago, it should be better in the past two days, I haven't taken a bath for a long time.

It's not easy to enter the bedroom again, so Mo Wuming put the clothes on the clothes rail first.Thinking about the siege in the morning, this man guessed that he hadn’t eaten anything, so he walked into the kitchen again, looked at the clean stove, made some noodles, went to the yard to pick some dishes, ordered two bowls of noodles, and tossed After so long, I am a little hungry.

Fang Mian saw that the other party was explaining in a familiar tone, and didn't talk to himself too much. Is this person too big-hearted and doesn't know how to guard against others, or he has another city, frowned, and decided to treat the wound first.

The internal injuries are not serious, there are many wounds on the body, the abdomen and left arm are the most serious.Clothes were ripped open, many wounds were open again, and the abdominal wound was oozing blood all the time.I took a square towel and dipped it in water. The water was warm and the temperature was just right. I wiped off the dirty blood. I found a bottle of Jinchuang medicine from my clothes and sprinkled it on the large wound on my abdomen and arm, and then bandaged the two places. , His forehead was covered with cold sweat unconsciously.

Panting lightly, Fang Mian, who had returned to his indifferent expression after the good golden medicine had been used up, picked up the ordinary wound medicine left by the man on the table and applied it to all the wounds, and finished bandaging it casually.Frowning and looking at a basin of dirty water, he wiped his body with the remaining water in the bucket.After a lot of tossing, when Fang Mian changed his clothes, his face was almost white.

The noodles were ready, and Mo Wuming walked to the door of the bedroom with two bowls of noodles in his hands, estimating the time. Before he could shout, he heard the sound of the gate opening.

"I've ordered two bowls of noodles, let's eat some!" The other party turned sideways and entered the room. Even though the candlelight was dim, one could still feel the paleness of this person's face.Mo Wuming handed over the chopsticks without saying a word, just said: "Eat quickly, it will be lumpy in a while."

After the two of them finished eating, Mo Wuming told the other party to go to bed and rest first, and went to the kitchen with the bowl to wash.When I came back, I saw the man was still sitting on the chair, sighed lightly, and frowned again when I saw the man, and explained: "The humble house is simple, and my brother is injured, so you can sit on the bed first. I will pack these up and come back." Make a floor."

Seeing that the other party was speechless, he took out the dirty square towel, basin, bucket, etc. from the corner. The number of sighs is really a bit too much.The blood-stained square towel didn't intend to ask for it anymore, so it was stuffed in the stove to destroy the body and traces, and carried hot water with a bucket, not wanting to bother, and rinsed it quickly in the yard, even in the middle of the night without fear of being seen.

Fang Mian heard the other party say that the floor was used and looked around. Why is the space in this room used as a floor?Frowning, he still sat on the bed. It was barely possible to move the table to the corner. Although he really didn’t want to be under the same roof with others, he had never experienced any harsh environment in the rivers and lakes, and it was someone else’s place, so it’s not good Too much, thinking of this, his brows frowned even deeper.It never occurred to me to make do with someone else's bed, even if the bed was big enough.

Mo Wuming looked at the sky, reckoning it was eleven or two o'clock in the evening, and tomorrow he would wake up early, take a shower, and leave his dirty clothes behind. He wanted to sleep well now, but he couldn't, sorry!want to cry!

Entering the room, I saw the man sitting by the bed, sighed secretly, pulled the table to the corner, piled the chairs and stools directly on the table, cleared out an open space, and there was no such thing as a bamboo mat, so I had to find a The sheets were spread on the floor, and a bed was made hastily.

"Go to bed first, it's already late, let's talk about other things tomorrow?" Seeing that the other party nodded and lay neatly into the bed, Mo Wuming blew out the candle and slipped into the bed, at least he could sleep up.

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Divide into paragraphs. When I wrote it before, I didn't realize that I had to divide into paragraphs.