"A token of love... or something like that?" He looked at the small wooden sign, and suddenly some strange speculations emerged in his mind.
He felt a sour feeling in his stomach, but then he felt childish for his thoughts.
"What are you thinking about..." Fu Yunge muttered to himself as if he was mocking himself, turning his head to the side, "It's just a fate between two people. There shouldn't be any intersection in the first place."
But even though he said this, he still couldn't help but feel itchy in his heart, and secretly glanced at the wooden sign again. The girl was lying on the bed, and he couldn't see her face at this time, but the few memories he had before were like irons that left deep traces in his mind.
Fu Yunge didn't know anything about her origins or her name. Maybe it's just a chance encounter. How can you still think about these trivial matters when you are living in the world...
Fu Yunge raised his face and looked at the dark ceiling. Across the beams was the afternoon sky, and he seemed to feel that the thin sunlight had penetrated the roof and shone on his face.
After taking a few deep breaths, Fu Yunge twisted his neck, estimated that the time was up, and was ready to bandage her.
It happened that the doctor also came back from below. Seeing that his technique was indeed appropriate, he praised the young man very much.
The two worked for a while, and the girl's injury was finally over. After settling the bill, Fu Yunge borrowed a wheelchair from the doctor and pushed the girl to find senior Lang Chenyan.
Lang Chenyan has found a temporary place to live, and has been waiting for Fu Yunge outside the door just now. Seeing that both of them were safe, Lang Chenyan's expression relaxed slightly.
"The doctor said she should wake up soon." Fu Yunge held the handle of the wheelchair and returned to the business of planning, "I'll send her to the guest room first. Let's get ready and start when it gets dark."
Lang Chenyan nodded. He had things prepared, and now that they'd done it a few times, they were pretty good at it.
The setting sun slowly slid down the hillside, and the distant afterglow gradually converged on the sky.
The roar of the river is quiet and peaceful. The river flows endlessly, and the blue river stretches as far as the eye can see. After the last red clouds dimly dissipate, the stars begin to linger all over the river.
The broad river surface is like a huge curtain, bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, day and night. The swaying boats on the river are like the ink dots on the scroll, blending into this flowing and deep painting.
Fu Yunge leaned on the shore, waving his fingers in the shallow water near the shore, next to clumps of green reeds.
The calls of waterbirds are loud and sweet, and they are flying low and circling in groups on the water not far away. The swimming fish in the river lurk under the water, wagging their tails, extremely calm and content.
All kinds of frosty skies compete for freedom. In this wilderness night, the air is moist and mild.
If such scenery and leisure can exist for a long time without those wars and deaths, it should be the most precious happiness in the world.
Fu Yunge looked at the tide, rising and falling, and a bright moon emerged from behind the clouds and was reflected in the water.
Here he meditates. The girl has been settled, and he and his seniors should continue to leave after acting here. It's just a pity that I couldn't even say goodbye properly.
Although they only met by chance, he secretly felt that he and her were originally from two different worlds. If you continue to have other thoughts, I'm afraid it's just daydreaming.
That wooden sign is definitely not simple. There was also her strange level of cognition and her ability to speed up self-healing, which he had never heard of before.
Just think of it as a kind person who helped you. Fu Yunge lowered his head and stirred the mud under the water with his fingers.
"Even if I owe her a favor...well..."
He said as if talking to himself. If we meet again in the future, he will definitely pay off this debt.
Lang Chenyan walked over slowly. Fu Yunge slowly turned his head when he heard the footsteps behind him.
"Is everything okay?"
Lang Chenyan came over and asked in a low voice.
He could feel that Fu Yunge seemed to be a little depressed, and he was concerned about whether his poisonous injuries had been cleaned up. After thinking for a long time, he asked in a very general way.
Fu Yunge raised his head, smiled lightly and shook his head: "I'm fine."
Judging from Lang Chenyan's condition, I don't know how the poisonous injury he was scratched by the evil sword was.
Lang Chenyan seemed to know what he was thinking. He rolled up his sleeves and showed Fu Yunge: "I'm fine. The injury is very slight and the poison didn't go deep. I'll force it out myself while I'm waiting for you."
Fu Yunge took a closer look and found that Lang Chenyan's injury had scabbed over. There was no discoloration of the blood vessels and tendons, so it seemed to be nothing serious.
There was a small green spot stuck in the middle of the sleeve. Fu Yunge reached out and pinched it off, only to see that it was a withered flower seed.
Seeing that he had made a discovery, Lang Chenyan put his sleeves back and stepped forward to observe.
"This is... Qingtanlang's flower seed..." Fu Yunge looked at the flat seed seriously and sighed.
What the girl said was indeed true. I really can't believe that she was so reckless and could see through her own poisonous wounds so accurately and healed them easily.
Lang Chenyan looked at him, knowing that he was thinking about the girl again, so he didn't bother him. He acted recklessly and repaid kindness with evil. Thinking about it now, he still feels quite guilty.
The two of them were silent for a moment. When they saw that the night sky was high in the sky, it was time to take action.
The two of them had their clothes and explosives ready, their eyes met, and they were ready to start.
Soon, a loud explosion was heard in the small town, like thunder, and a bright light shone in the direction of the river bank.
