Bond of Smiling Proud

Time flies like running water, and in a flash, it is early winter.

Before it snowed, Wen Mu packed up the water and prepared to go up the mountain for the last time before the year.

Next time, we have to wait until after the beginning of spring.

Carrying the medicine basket on her back, she walked slowly towards the depths of the mountain forest along the path she usually walks on weekdays.

Some common medicinal herbs on the side of the road have already been picked, and this time only three or two common medicinal herbs were picked, and the quality is also average.If you want to find more and better medicinal materials, you need to go deeper.

However, for the last picking this year, Wen Mu was unwilling to return empty-handed.

She tightened the medicine basket, confirmed the insect repellent powder she was wearing around her waist, and clenched the sickle for picking medicine in her hand, and walked towards another path that she seldom set foot in on weekdays.

It is said to be a trail, but it is not actually a road.Wen Mu could only half-bow all the way, cutting off the bushes that blocked the way, and found a slight gap to slip through.

Fortunately, there are also many gains.

There are not many villagers in Xiaomu Mountain Village, and there are no more than ten households of woodcutters and hunters, and those who can know the properties of medicine are even more rare.Therefore, in this Xiaomu Mountain, apart from the areas that are often visited, there are still a lot of medicinal materials waiting to be picked in the depths.

The higher you go, the steeper the mountain road becomes.

Seeing an excellent wild ginseng growing three to five meters above, Wen Mu's eyes lit up, he stroked his sleeves, and climbed up cautiously.When stepping on a raised stone, there might be a thin layer of frost on it, and the foot slipped, and the whole person rolled down.

The mountain was steep, and she crushed several bushes before being stopped.

Wen Mu slowed down for a while, only to feel dull pain everywhere.Taking a few deep breaths, he raised his hand in front of his eyes, looking at the wild ginseng firmly held in his hand, he couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

She slowly sat up and examined her body carefully.In addition to several scratches on the face and hands, there were probably a few bruises on the body.Fortunately, his hands and feet are still flexible, and no muscles and bones have been injured.

It's just that in such a situation, I wanted to continue collecting herbs, but I couldn't.

Wen Mu stood up, looked around for a while, and retrieved his sickle about ten meters away.He cut another sturdy branch and used it as a crutch, and walked down the mountain with his body supported.

After all, it is mobility inconvenience, walking slowly.When she walked slowly outside the courtyard, the dusk had already closed.

In the old small bamboo house, there was a faint light.

She stopped in her tracks, and let out a soft snort.

The young man said with a laughing voice, "Xiao Mu, it's too late today."

The slender figure walked out of the room, paused for a moment, and then came to her side in a flash, his voice became somber, "Why did you get into this state?"

Wen Mu was still in a daze, but had already been embraced by the young man and fled into the house.

She was put on the bed, she blinked, and with a strange and clear aroma on the tip of her nose, she called him in a low voice, "Oriental?"

Dongfang squatted down in front of her, looked at her carefully, and gently rolled up her cuffs to look at the wound on her arm.

Wen Mu shrank his hands a little uncomfortably, and said in a low voice, "It's just that I was not careful when picking the medicine, so it's okay."

The young man stretched his eyebrows slightly, but the corners of his lips were still pursed, touching her limbs and joints little by little, "Where does it hurt? Where does it hurt?"

The little girl shook her head silently, "It's really fine."

Dongfang rubbed her head lightly, "Wait." He went straight to the yard to fetch water, and took a cloth towel to wipe the dust and light blood on her face.

She whispered, "I'll do it myself."

Dongfang paused, and didn't force her, just handed the cloth towel wrung out of water into her hands.

Wen Mu took it silently, but the cloth towel in his hand was warm.She looked up at the stove, and it turned out that...the hot water was specially heated for her.

Dongfang sat at the wooden table, watching her lower her head and wipe her face little by little.When the little girl pursed her lips and stared at him, she smiled and touched her eyebrows which she unconsciously frowned, and said, "I'll wait for you in the courtyard."

Wen Mu nodded, and waited for him to close the door before unbuttoning his clothes, quickly wiped his body, applied medicinal wine, and changed into clean clothes.

Rao was always expressionless, and felt a little embarrassed.

The flickering lights reflected between the young man's brows and eyes as white as jade.

He looked around and said with a slight smile, "I haven't seen you in three months, why is Xiao Mu still the same?"

Wen Mu's gaze followed his gaze and scanned the room. There were still old wooden tables, rough porcelain bowls, and a three-story medicine shelf in the corner.He said softly, "I'm used to living this kind of life, and it's pretty good."

Then he suddenly remembered, and showed him the medicine box on the bottom of the medicine rack, "This one has been replaced with a new one."

Dongfang's eyes fell on the probably new elm medicine box, and he reached out to stroke her hair, "It looks lighter than the original one."

Wen Mu nodded and said seriously, "Brother Mu accidentally sprained his leg earlier, and I showed him the injury a few times. After he recovered from the injury, he gave me this new medicine box as a consultation fee."

Dongfang paused his hand slightly, then slowly retracted it, lightly brushed his cuff, and asked casually, "What about the consultation fee I gave you, why not use it?"

Wen Mu put the medicine box back, sat on the bamboo chair in front of him, and counted with his fingers, "I have hidden the money you gave me in different places. Under the box, under the bed, behind the yard, in my clothes, I hid them separately. On weekdays, I have enough food and clothing, and so much money, I prepared it for emergencies.”

Dongfang couldn't help laughing as he looked at the serious-looking little girl.Standing up again, he asked her, "I smell medicinal wine. But rubbed it open? The blood is gone without rubbing. It will hurt tomorrow."

The little girl stuttered all of a sudden.After a long while, he stirred the corner of his clothes and said stammeringly, "No, there's no need."

Dongfang put her down on the bamboo chair at once, and said with a light smile, "You saved my life, so what's there to be embarrassed about? Tell me, and I'll rub it for you."

His hands are huge.With the thick clothes covering her arms, she looked even thinner.

He slowly mobilized his internal energy, and slowly ironed and massaged through the clothes.

The wound gradually began to heat up.Wen Mu thought in a daze, martial arts are really different.

However, if she is asked to practice martial arts, she is unwilling... She is destined to deal with medicine in her life.

After a while, several bruises on his back and arms were rubbed away.

Wen Mu lowered his head and stammered his thanks.

Dongfang looked at her reddened ears, and smiled softly, "As a thank you, how about Xiaomu taking me in for another month?"

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