Bond of Smiling Proud

Entering August, the sun is still shining during the day, but the wind in the evening has begun to feel a little cool.

The branches in the mountains are flourishing, and the setting sun penetrates the branches and leaves, and spots fall on the winding paths stepped on by woodcutters and hunters.

The thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl carried a crude medicine basket on her back, raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and exhaled softly.She is thin and thin, her expression is indifferent, and her facial features are just ordinary, except that her eyes are black and bright as ink, and there seems to be a faint light in them.

A few locks of hair were attached to the neck, and there was an unpleasant sticky feeling.

She doesn't care.After resting on the spot for a while, looking at the sky, he stepped up his steps down the mountain again.

Twilight was getting late, slowly enveloping a bamboo house at the foot of the mountain.The girl tightened the medicine basket on her back, and gently pushed open the old wooden door.

The last rays of sunset fell on the handsome young man's eyes on the bed.

The eyebrows are picturesque, handsome and sparse.

The girl put the medicine basket in the corner, approached gently, and sat by the bed to help the young man's pulse.After pondering for a while, he carefully looked at his complexion and the wrapped wounds on his chest and abdomen, and said to himself, "I've been in a coma for half a month, and it's only been two days..."

After saying that, he covered him with a thin quilt, went to the stove to fill the cold white porridge cooked early in the morning, and took a few wild vegetables that he picked during the day from the medicine basket, washed them, chopped them, and blanched them. Stir it into a bowl, it's dinner for the day.

In summer, it is always dark late.After hastily eating, and taking advantage of the last ray of light in the sky, he processed the medicinal materials picked in the mountains for half a day and put them on the shelf in the corner of the room.I went to the spring at the back of the house to get water. Because there were people in the house, I had to wipe my body in the utility room, wash my clothes, and hang them in the yard.

It was finally completely dark.She lit a thin oil lamp in the house, and placed a half-worn bamboo chair on which she lay down with her clothes on.She was small and thin, curled up on the chair, but she didn't feel sad.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by a suppressed cough.

The girl sat up, and by the faint light, she saw the figure of the young man curled up on the bed.

She walked to the side of the bed in a few steps, put her hand on the young man's chest, and gently massaged to smooth the air.

After his breath stabilized, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "It can be regarded as awake."

The young man exhaled a few breaths slowly, his dark eyes scanned the room, and fell on her face again, without speaking.

The girl didn't care either.He helped the young man halfway up, put another half-old pillow behind him, turned around and poured a bowl of water for him at the table.

The young man's eyes fell on the rough porcelain bowl in her hand, but he didn't reach out to take it.

The girl lowered her eyes and said calmly, "There is nothing valuable at home."

The young man looked at her carefully, then slowly stretched out his hand, took the bowl and put it to his lips, and drank it slowly.

Under the weak light, his fingers were slender and elegant, his eyebrows were picturesque, and there seemed to be an indescribable strength of character in his gestures.

Then, he asked softly, "Where is this place? Who are you? How can I be here?"

The girl took the bowl, felt his pulse again, and said slowly, "This is Xiaomu Mountain Village on the west side of Pinghu Lake. You fainted on the way I was picking medicine." After a pause, she said, "I saved you , shouldn't you tell me first, what is your name?"

Her tone was flat, although she was asking a question, she seemed to have no interest.

The young man looked at her, and after a while, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "My name is Dongfang."

The girl nodded, got up and said, "You have been unconscious for a long time, I will cook some porridge for you to pad your stomach." Walking to the door of the house, Fu turned back and said, "Wen Mu."

The fire slowly lit up in the kitchen.The girl's thin and slender figure landed on the ground at the entrance of the house, appearing quiet and indifferent.

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