Tomb Raiders Notes - Zhangjia Mausoleum Keeper

I went to get another bowl and poured some water to lift him up and brought him to his mouth. He opened his eyes and looked at me suspiciously, then drank it slowly after a pause. This was the first time in two days that he Once I woke up, I was a little excited. It turned out that the feeling of saving someone's life was so good, from dying in front of your eyes to now returning to life.After drinking the water, I helped him to lie down on his back. He seemed to have had enough sleep and stared at the ceiling with empty eyes. He didn't know if he was thinking about something or entered the standby mode.

I tentatively asked him, "Are you hungry, do you want some porridge?"

He replied lightly, "Yeah!"

I went to heat up some porridge, his hands were inconvenient, so I fed him mouthfuls, he swallowed slowly, staring blankly at my face, without any emotion.I thought to myself: Have you ever seen Miss Hua? Why are you staring at your savior like this?While feeding, my face felt hot like a fire.I coughed in embarrassment, trying to find a topic.

I asked, "Aren't you a local? What's your name and where are you from?"

He didn't answer, I don't know whether he heard it or not, he drank the porridge quietly, at this moment, I found that there was no light in his eyes staring at me, just ashes, if he wasn't eating, I would I thought he fell asleep again, I sighed, it seemed that I was being sentimental, and I thought I was stupefied, so I didn't say anything.After feeding the porridge and helping him to lie down, he was about to leave.

"My name is Zhang Qiling." He stared at the ceiling and said calmly.

"Oh, my name is Zhang Zilin, call me if you need anything." I smiled at him, but he still stared at the ceiling expressionlessly and didn't answer again. Although he was full of curiosity about him now, he was seriously injured Healing, it is inconvenient to bother too much.

For the next two days, he either slept or stared at the ceiling, and only when I changed the last medicine for him, he said to me lightly: "Thank you!"

After applying the medicine for a few days, the wound began to scab, and there was no need to apply any more medicine. His physique was really different from ordinary people, and his recovery speed was surprising, and his appetite gradually improved. When the gauze was removed, he was I can eat by myself, and I am happy to be at ease, staying in another room by myself to organize the chapters to be released next week.

Thinking that it has been almost a week since I came back, but my parents haven't come home yet, I can't help feeling a little worried, but there is no signal in the mountains, and I can't be contacted, so I can only wait at home obediently.

On the evening of the fifth day, I went out to pick some wild chrysanthemums on the ridge of the field before the sun set. This was my favorite flower when I was a child. The small buds exude a faint fragrance, like the unique taste of my hometown. It was put in a bottle, so that the mother could see it at a glance when she came back.

After picking the flowers, I walked home briskly and in a good mood, and saw that guy named Zhang Qiling was already up. He was lying leisurely on the grass in front of the house, basking in the sun with his eyes closed. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him. The contours of his face were deepened, and the eyelashes were long to cover the eyelids. I was completely infatuated. It turns out that the mummy is really a handsome guy. When I rescued him, I only thought he was handsome. become another person.

I quietly squatted down and looked at it carefully. I believe that my expression must be extremely nympho. He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at me vigilantly. His eyes were very cold and stern, and I sat down on the grass in fright.He saw that it was me, his expression slowed down and he slowly closed his eyes.I was so embarrassed that I wanted to throw the flower in my hand on his face. After thinking about it, it might be because I have been lonely for too long, and I would become a nympho whenever I saw a handsome man.

I stood up and patted the ashes, and asked casually, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

After a while, he said, "Whatever!"

I didn't bother to care about him, and went to prepare dinner on my own. I cooked some porridge with bacon and vegetables, fried two dishes of clear vegetables, and fried a piece of fish that I caught in the morning. The table started to eat quietly. I peeked at him. He ate very seriously. He cleaned up the thin fish bones first, then put the meat in his mouth, and ate slowly. I am still not used to it. In such an atmosphere where neither of them spoke, I thought to myself: "You are the most boring person I have ever met."

He noticed my eyes glanced at me, and I wanted to tease him, so I asked him, "Do you know what a boring oil bottle is?"

He put down the bowl in his hand in a little surprise, stared at me, his eyes were suddenly sharp as if he wanted to see through me, I was a little surprised at his reaction, thought it was just a joke, and then said: "Porky Oil Bottle is you! "

At this time, his face suddenly sank, and he quickly grabbed my wrist with a little force, and I cried out in pain, and the bowl in my hand fell to the ground and shattered, and I yelled angrily: "You crazy?"

His tone was so cold that he could spit out ice balls, and said, "How do you know?"

I was dizzy, and I returned a very fierce expression and said, "Are you really crazy?"

He squeezed my wrist even harder, and said expressionlessly: "I'm not a lunatic, how do you know my name is Pokerfinger, have you met Wu Xie, who are you?"

What is this and what!I was angry and funny, but at the moment I couldn't laugh anymore, my hands were sore and sweaty, and my other hand uncontrollably grabbed the chopsticks and threw them at his face, he avoided them easily, and I yelled angrily: "You're so bored. You said three words in five days. It's not Poker. I'm just kidding you. You're a big man, so you just bully people like that? How do I know there are people in the world who are really called Pork? bottle."

He calmed down for a while, slowly let go of the hand that was holding me, sat down and picked up the chopsticks to eat again, as if nothing had happened.

I was so angry that I wanted to overturn the table, but when I thought that I couldn't beat him, I'd better forget it, don't mess with him, I definitely couldn't eat anymore, so I ran to my room angrily.

My wrist was a little red from being pinched, I randomly found some safflower oil and applied it, shook it, and cursed: "What a weirdo." But the tears couldn't stop flowing out, it really saved a white-eyed wolf.

I turned on the computer in annoyance, and my hands couldn't stop messing around, trying to forget what happened just now. At this time, the phone rang, and it seemed that a text message had come in. I opened it, it was an MMS, and opened it with data. I was so scared that I threw the phone several meters away. It was the bloody head of the editor of the publishing house, and his mouth was wide open, as if he was still greedily swallowing his last breath when the head was cut off.

At this moment, the light in the room flickered twice and suddenly went out. When I was so frightened that I was about to cry out, I felt that someone behind me grabbed my hand and covered my mouth, and whispered softly in my ear, "Don't talk!"

It's over, I feel like I'm in an ice abyss, is this kid going to kill me after heals up?I still have to finish the molestation before killing me.Reflexively, I tried to remove the hand that sealed my mouth with my hand, and I shook my head to get rid of him.

At this moment, his arms tightened, and he said coldly, "If you don't want to die, don't scream. Just listen to the outside."

I finally calmed down. Apart from the crickets on the grass outside, there was also the sound of wood rubbing lightly. When I listened carefully, it was the sound of someone breaking the door. I thought it was a thief?Who would come to steal such a dilapidated house, and the place is secluded and remote, and if you want to steal it, you don’t have to wait for the darkness to start. If it’s not a thief, who would it be? There are probably five or six people who heard the footsteps. The head of the editor of that MMS was so scared that he couldn't breathe. They are here to kill me, right?They finally found it.

I was trembling with fear, turned my head to look at the stuffy oil bottle in the dark, patted the hand covering my mouth, and signaled that I would stop screaming, he let go of his hand, and I whispered: "Why? What to do? They are probably here to kill me."

I couldn't see his expression in the dark, and I blamed myself a little. Although I saved him, these cruel people would definitely not let him go. Maybe he will be killed by me again later. I endured it. Tears, said to him softly: "I'm sorry!"

At this time, the door of the outer room was pushed open with a bang, and then a man was heard saying in a subdued voice: "There was still a light in the room just now, everyone be careful!"

At this time, Pok You Ping beside me said calmly: "Don't make a sound, don't come out no matter what happens." He quickly flashed out of the room.

Then there was a man's yell from outside: "Over there".As he spoke, there was a commotion, fists and kicks, accompanied by the sound of cracking bones, a few voices of men falling to the ground and screaming in pain, I was afraid that the oil bottle would suffer and wanted to rush out to help, so I slammed the door twice, It was found that the door was locked from the outside.

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The boyfriend is full of power! ! !