The soil and water support the people, and just like the straightforward and heroic character of Northeastern people, the wind and rain here are also clean and simple.
The sudden heavy rain crackled the leaves, smashed them to the ground, and even brought up bursts of smoke. Birds returned to their nests and wild beasts returned to their burrows. After the forest was noisy for a while, the only sound left was the sound of rain and wind.
The mountain road became muddy, and the rocks that could have been used for footing were slippery.
"Come on, hurry up, don't dare to delay any longer!" Wen Lan greeted, turned back and stretched out her hand towards them.
The road down the mountain was already difficult, and now that it was raining, it was even more difficult.
Lin Nianhe was just about to grab Wen Lan's hand when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Shumei dwarf and fall into the dirt with a scream.
The birds that had just found a place to take shelter from the rain flew up, and their fallen feathers were full of resentment towards Wang Shumei.
"I'll make you stupid!"
Wen Lan quickly went to help Wang Shumei, and Lin Nianhe also reached out to help.
"hiss……"
Wang Shumei's right foot fell back as soon as it hit the ground. She shook her head with a pale face: "No, I can't move, my foot is twisted."
The rain quickly wet their clothes. Wang Shumei wiped the water on her face, looked at Lin Nianhe and Wen Lan and said, "You guys go first, I will hide under the tree for a while, wait..."
"Stop waiting, go back to the cave first." Lin Nianhe was blinded by the rain. "The rain is too heavy. It's too dangerous to go down the mountain now."
They didn't wear professional outdoor hiking shoes. Going down the mountain in this kind of weather, the probability of falling was quite high.
Wen Lan glanced at the road down the mountain and nodded: "Yes, go back first. You definitely can't do it here by yourself."
After saying that, she took off the backpack and stuffed it into Lin Nianhe's arms. She bent down and grabbed Wang Shumei's arm and carried her up.
Lin Nianhe helped support Wang Shumei, and the three of them returned to the cave.
For a moment, Lin Nianhe didn't know whether he should be grateful - luckily he didn't go far. If he had been left halfway, he wouldn't have known what to do.
Wen Lan wiped the rain off her face and said to Lin Nianhe, "Hezi, take care of her, and I'll get some firewood."
"The tree is wet, can it be used?" Lin Nianhe stopped her.
"You can still find some while it doesn't rain for too long."
Before Wen Lan could finish her words, people had already rushed into the rain curtain.
Wang Shumei was a little stupid and looked at Lin Nianhe with a pale face: "Xiaolan goes out by herself. Is this okay?"
She was in so much pain that she was gasping for breath when she spoke.
"It should be okay, I believe her."
Lin Nianhe looked away and did not insist on looking for someone. She took out everything in her backpack and took out a small bottle of medicinal wine from her "shoulder bag".
Because of Wang Xixi's incident, Lin Nianhe poured many medicines into common glass bottles in this era in the past few days, or wrapped five or six pills in small paper bags, so that he would not arouse suspicion when taking them.
"Come here, show me your ankle."
Lin Nianhe took the glass bottle to Wang Shumei and handed her a handkerchief: "Wipe your face first."
Wang Shumei was in severe pain and her face turned pale.
She didn't cry out in pain, gritted her teeth and endured it, and just said to Lin Nianhe: "I'm sorry, I have caused trouble to you."
"What are you talking about?"
Lin Nianhe replied casually and lifted up Wang Shumei's trouser legs.
Her ankle was already red and swollen, and it hurt just to look at it.
Lin Nianhe clicked his tongue. No wonder Wang Shumei couldn't walk at all. This injury would probably take ten and a half days to recover.
She checked and saw that Wang Shumei's ankle was not dislocated, so she took the medicinal wine aside.
She rubbed her palms and said, "It will hurt a little, please bear with it, but don't kick me."
"I'm fine, I can bear it-ah!"
Wang Shumei felt that cold sweat was pouring out of every pore in her body, and the severe pain made her teeth begin to tremble.
Lin Nianhe seemed to have not heard her screams and continued to rub the medicinal wine with his eyes lowered.
When Wen Lan came back, she saw Wang Shumei leaning against the wall with a pale face, as if she had been beaten.
On the side, Lin Nianhe was holding a white-flour steamed bun that he had taken out somewhere, and was chewing it with gusto.
The firewood in his arms fell to the ground with a crash, and Wen Lan came to Wang Shumei's side in three steps and two steps at a time.
She patted Wang Shumei's face and asked Lin Nianhe eagerly: "Didn't Meizi hurt her foot? Why does she look like she's going to die?"
Lin Nianhe handed her a steamed bun and said vaguely: "I gave her medicine. Maybe it hurt a little at that time."
Wen Lan breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to see the white-faced steamed buns. She couldn't help but swallow. She took it and whispered, "Go back and pay it back to you."
Lin Nianhe rolled his eyes at her, put down the half-eaten buns and went to pick up the firewood. He lit a fire deep in the wind-sheltered cave and went to Wang Shumei's side.
"Sister Shumei, haven't you calmed down yet?" Lin Nianhe stretched out his hand and poked her face, "Come here to warm yourself up first, it won't be good if you catch a cold."
Wang Shumei was already numb from the pain. After hearing this, she slowly turned her head and looked at Lin Nianhe with a complicated look: "I really can't figure out why Wang Xixi is so grateful to you."
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Does she dislike her for being too harsh? right?
Wang Shumei gave her an unpleasant smile: "Ahem, it hurts."
Seeing that she was a wounded person, Lin Nianhe magnanimously did not argue with her. He helped her sit by the fire and gave her a steamed bun.
The three of them were sitting around the fire. You looked at me and I looked at you, and suddenly they all laughed.
They were really unlucky. The first time they went up the mountain, the way home was blocked by heavy rain. There probably wouldn't be anyone more miserable than them.
"Hey, tell me, if they find out we're not here, will they go up the mountain to look for us? What if we go astray? We won't fall, right?"
Wen Lan was eating steamed buns and warming himself by the fire, trying to make his wet clothes dry faster.
Lin Nianhe held his chin up and replied a bit listlessly: "Who would go up the mountain in such a heavy rain? To save others, you have to save your own life first, right?"
Wang Shumei's feet hurt and her back hurt a little from sitting. She supported her left leg with one hand and sighed: "If I hadn't hurt you, we would have almost reached the point of educated youth by now."
She was a little frustrated and covered her face in frustration.
"That's right. You didn't fall on purpose. I can still throw you up the mountain." Wen Lan took a small bite of the steamed bun and savored the sweet aroma of the white flour. "Hezi, why did you remember to bring dry food?" ?”
Lin Nianhe said "Huh", held his head and looked back: "I'm afraid of being hungry."
Wang Shumei was also a little confused: "Then why did you bring medicinal wine?"
Lin Nianhe: "This is my first time going up a mountain. What if I fall?"
Wang Shumei thought for a while and accepted Lin Nianhe's explanation.
If Wen Lan hadn't said it wasn't necessary, she would have brought some dry food.
The flames burned the wood, making a thin crackling sound. The wind and rain outside became stronger, and occasionally the wind blew into the cave, causing the flames to sway.
Dark clouds rolled in and the sky was dark, making people breathless.
Wang Shumei finished eating the steamed buns and tentatively moved her ankle. The sharp pain before was no longer there.
"Nianhe, your medicine is really effective. Where did you buy it?"
"Well... I brought it from home..."
Wang Shumei listened to Lin Nianhe's weak voice and immediately turned to look at her.
Lin Nianhe huddled up into a ball, his head tilted on his knees.
Under the firelight, she blushed fiercely, her big, always lively eyes were slightly closed at the moment, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her brows were lightly furrowed.
Wang Shumei couldn't believe it, so she quickly moved over with some effort and reached out to touch Lin Nianhe's forehead. The palm of her hand was hot.
"Xiaolan, Nianhe has a fever!"
