Meng Haowu wandered around the yard for a while, looking at the wild flowers beside him, and couldn't help but think of Mi Yue who was still in the border town.
He also felt a little strange, and this feeling made him startled.
His thoughts were wandering, as if he had traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, returning to the time they had spent together.
He saw her smile, heard her voice, and felt her warmth.
He whispered her name in his heart, hoping to hear her voice again and see her smile, even if it was just like the quarrel and fight at the beginning.
Meng Haowu imagined what she might be doing at this moment and whether she was also missing him.
He understands what his current mission is, and no matter how much he misses him, it can only remain in his heart.
After thinking about it, he sighed softly and walked into the house.
Meng Haowu walked into the house and saw Shu Zhihan still unconscious.
Her face was pale, and he looked at the lady's closed eyes, an unyielding and strong face.
The air in the room was filled with dull silence, with only the sound of his wife's breathing. Meng Haowu stood by the bed, looking at her, feeling full of helplessness and anxiety.
He knew that the most important thing now was to remain patient and wait for his wife to wake up.
Meng Haowu stood there, looking at her, filled with prayer and hope.
"Madam, please wake up quickly. I believe you must also miss the general, right? Then wake up quickly and let's go find him together."
He stood there alone and looked at Shu Zhihan as he spoke.
At this moment, he heard something moving outside and ran out in a hurry.
Meng Haowu saw Meng Haowen holding a pheasant in his hand, and couldn't help but ran over happily.
He held a pheasant in his hand. The pheasant's feathers shone golden in the moonlight and looked very beautiful.
Meng Haowu walked over and looked at the pheasant. His eyes were full of excitement. He said: "Brother, you caught the pheasant. It's really amazing. I know that as long as you take action, you will never come back empty-handed." principle."
Meng Haowen raised his head, looked at his drooling look, and said with some disgust: "Take it and deal with it yourself."
Meng Haowu looked at Meng Haowen, his heart full of contradictions.
He looked at the pheasant, then at Meng Haowen, and finally, he sighed and nodded.
Meng Haowen looked at him like this and seemed to understand something instantly.
"Um, Haowu, don't you know how to kill chickens?"
"Are you kidding me, brother? I kill people without blinking an eye. How can I not get a chicken?"
Seeing how impassioned Meng Haowu was when he spoke, the louder his voice became, the more I felt that he was feeling guilty. After thinking about it, he probably couldn't do it.
Considering that he can't even cook porridge, is it possible that he can really kill a chicken?
I thought about it, but didn't think about helping. Instead, I turned around and walked into the house.
Roast pheasant was a very popular delicacy in their camp.
Meng Haowu took out a knife, used it to pluck off the chicken feathers, and then cleaned the chicken.
Then began preparing the grill.
He collected some dry branches and firewood from the surrounding woods, and then sharpened some sticks with a knife to use to skewer the pheasants.
When the grill is ready, he places the pheasant on the grill and lights the wood over the fire.
As the fire burns, the aroma of roasted pheasant begins to waft.
He flips the pheasant constantly to make sure it's evenly roasted.
When the skin of the pheasant turns golden brown, he uses a knife to make some slits on the body of the pheasant to make the chicken more flavorful.
Finally, when the pheasant was completely cooked, he took it off the grill and wrapped it in a lotus leaf.
Then he walked into the house excitedly.
"Brother, the pheasant is roasted. Come and eat."
Hearing what he said, Meng Haowen couldn't help but be curious. Could it be that he really knew how to bake?
Meng Haowen walked out doubtfully.
In the middle of the open space in the yard, the two brothers were concentrating on enjoying their food under the big tree.
Around them, the roasting aroma of pheasants intertwined with the fresh earthy smell, creating a unique atmosphere.
Meng Haowen carefully tore off a golden pheasant leg. The chicken skin was slightly browned, but the chicken inside was still tender and smooth, exuding an alluring fragrance.
He blew the hot air slightly and then handed it to Meng Haowu.
His eyes sparkled as he looked at the drumstick, he took it with anticipation, took a big bite, and showed a satisfied smile on his face.
While eating, Meng Haowen told how he caught the pheasant in the forest.
His language was vivid and his descriptions were detailed, as if he was experiencing the hunting process all over again.
Meng Haowu listened, nodding his head from time to time to express understanding, his eyes shining with admiration for his brother.
After eating, they leaned against the huge tree trunk and burped with satisfaction.
The sun shines on them through the gaps in the leaves, giving them a warm feeling.
"Brother, we are full, what will Madam do?"
When Meng Haowen heard this, he felt anxious for a while, wondering what he should do now.
Both of them are rough people, and Shu Zhihan is from a girl's family. How can we do the best for her?
"Haowu, why don't we go out and find a girl to come back with, so that we can take care of my wife."
"No, if this happens, our whereabouts may be exposed. Besides, we won't know each other's details. What should we do if we find something wrong with Madam?"
Meng Haowu firmly expressed his disagreement and emphasized that he could not find a maid to come back to take care of his wife.
His words and body language were powerful, conveying his disapproval of the idea.
Meng Haowu paced back and forth in the room, his face serious, and his heart was obviously full of contradictions and anxiety.
Meng Haowen was a little reluctant to agree with his idea, and then said: "But how are we two grown men going to take care of my wife?"
After hearing what he said, Meng Haowu still shook his head, frowning, and said in a heavy and decisive voice: "No, I don't agree."
There was no room for maneuver or explanation in his tone.
He made his position clear, and then he continued: "I don't believe that a stranger can treat Madam sincerely."
Meng Haowen didn't know what was going on.
This seemed to be the first time I saw Meng Haowu like this.
"Okay, you don't have to be so excited. I understand. Just don't look for me. However, I asked you why you have such a bad temper. Could it be that after eating roast chicken, your temper got worse?"
"I don't have a bad temper, I just want to express my own thoughts."
Meng Haowu seemed to be discouraged in an instant, losing the fortitude he had just now.
While the two brothers were arguing, Shu Zhihan's consciousness slowly woke up from a deep coma.
Her eyes were like two long-closed doors, trying to find a ray of light in the boundless darkness.
At first, her eyes were confused, as if she was wondering where she was and why she was here.
The surrounding environment was still unclear to her, and all her perceptions seemed to be wrapped in thick clouds and blurred.
She tried to move her body, but found that her strength seemed to be withdrawn and her body was extremely heavy.
There was a vague sound floating in her ears, as if someone was talking.
She concentrated on listening, and the sound gradually became clearer, like a quarrel.
Shu Zhihan tried to remember why she was here, but there was only a blank in her mind.
She tried to move her hand, and surprisingly found that her fingers could move slightly.
This discovery filled her with hope, and she used all her strength to try to open her heavy eyelids.
Finally, her eyes opened slightly like the dawn light.
Shu Zhihan's heart was filled with confusion and fear.
She tried to move her arms, but found that her strength seemed to be taken away, and her limbs seemed to be filled with lead.
While the two brothers Meng Haowen and Meng Haowu were talking, they accidentally discovered that their wife had woken up. Their joy was beyond words.
The original serious and tense atmosphere dissipated instantly, replaced by a face full of surprise and relief.
Meng Haowen was the first to notice the change. He shook his head gently, as if he didn't believe what he saw. Then he pushed Meng Haowu beside him, his voice trembling, with obvious joy: "Haowu, look, madam...she's awake!"
Meng Haowu followed Meng Haowen's gaze, and when he saw his wife opening her eyes, a warm smile immediately broke out on his face. The original worries were swept away, replaced by full of relief and joy.
He quickly came to Madam's bedside and asked eagerly: "Madam, how are you feeling? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Shu Zhihan nodded slightly, her eyes were still a little blurry, and it was obvious that she had not fully recovered. But the slightly raised corners of her mouth revealed her joy and gratitude.
She tried to speak, and although her voice was weak, it was enough to move Meng Haowen and Meng Haowu.
Meng Haowen and Meng Haowu smiled at each other. They knew that Madam's awakening meant that their efforts had not been in vain and that all their efforts were worth it.
Their hearts were filled with gratitude and joy, and they were sincerely happy for their lady's awakening.
At this moment, their smiles were so bright and innocent, as if nothing in the world could make them feel depressed or worried.
Meng Haowu couldn't help wiping his tears, as if he couldn't control it.
"I said what are you doing? Didn't you see that the lady has woken up?"
When Meng Haowen saw that he was actually crying, he felt a little helpless and couldn't help but growl at him.
"I can't help it, I can't control myself."
The more Meng Haowu talked, the more he wanted to cry. Looking at the smile on Shu Zhihan's lips, he felt indescribably sad.
But seeing her wake up made me really happy.
He quickly squatted in front of Shu Zhihan's window and watched carefully, wanting to see if there was anything he could do to help.
