His eyes were dark, but looking into the innermost, she could glimpse a hint of blue, like the color of the clearest sky. She had never looked into a man's eyes so closely.
No one had ever told her that a grown man had the childishness of a child when he was confused, just like a child who forgets his moves during a kindergarten festival performance.
At this point, what difference does it make between what she says and what she doesn't say?
Zhang Hanju is best at pretending to be stupid. Only those who are familiar with her will know this.
From the perspective of others, she would only think that she is a heartless girl. In fact, there are too many thorny problems before her. She can neither solve them quickly nor give up completely, so she can only pretend to be stupid and look at it first. Wait, think about it slowly.
He didn't speak, and neither did she.
The only thing he did was to close his eyes again and turn around to sleep.
Behind him, he struggled to pick up the animal skin next to his hand and separated from her.
She didn't know that there was another room in the tree house. The deer lantern had been turned off, it was dark everywhere, and it was not yet dawn.
Shen Tianhuan got into the cold animal skin and gathered the heat again. The remaining temperature had disappeared, and all he could rely on was himself.
Something in the darkness tickled his arm, and he reached out to feel it, following the shape and length.
It was a long hair, a little curved, her long hair.
He ignored it. The pain of drowning consumed most of his strength. He could only wait for daylight to find food to replenish energy.
But the hair was there, she had just stayed on his arms and chest.
He couldn't force himself to forget her warmth and softness.
When I closed my eyes, my mind was thinking more than when I opened my eyes.
His arms were still itchy, one arm was in excruciating pain from being shot, and the other arm was itchy and sore.
So he twisted up the long hair and wanted to throw it into a dark corner.
Somehow, I held it tightly in my hand and couldn't throw it away.
"What's wrong? Are you in severe pain?"
Her voice came from the side.
Shen Tianhuan was nervous, as if he had been discovered as a thief. As soon as he let go, the "criminal evidence" was blown away by the wind.
He had no choice but to pretend as if nothing had happened, "It's okay."
"Go to sleep, it should be dawn soon. Your injury can only be dealt with in the morning."
"Yeah." He responded softly and fell asleep in a daze.
Only humans can dream. He is just a part of the system, so he thought he would not have the right to dream. In the past, everything he heard and saw would be regarded as auditory hallucinations and hallucinations, but this time, he did not want to attribute it to hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, and wanted to regard it as a beautiful dream.
He slept soundly and could not hear any sounds around him.
When he woke up, it was already bright and empty around him.
Shen Tianhuan endured the pain and put on his clothes, his lips were pale, and the wind outside was so cold that for a moment he had the illusion that his own blood had solidified into ice.
He stood in front of the tree house, carefully distinguishing her traces, but a layer of new snow had completely covered her footprints.
He was left alone again.
It was always just him.
Snapped!
A piece of meat stained with blood was thrown not far away from him. Zhang Hanju suddenly jumped out from nowhere and wiped his hands with snow in the snow.
"Here, I killed a deer, but I've frozen the other meat. Let's eat this piece first."
When he saw her, he tried to force out a smile, but the corners of his lips were so dry that they would crack and bleed even if he pulled them.
The fire was lit.
She was grilling meat aside. She washed the broken jar she had picked up in the forest with snow, cut some meat and put it in it to cook broth.
There is no salt. Some time ago, he found some nuts from the mountains. When ground, they have a salty taste. Now they are just right in the broth.
Encountering this, they managed to escape death and still sit here eating meat and drinking soup, which is considered a blessing.
He washed the knife, boiled it in water several times, took it out and grilled the tip on the flame.
Zhang Hanju didn't look at him.
Hearing his dull gasp, he dug out the bullet and blood flowed out again.
Zhang Hanju turned the meat over. The aroma of meat filled the tree house, and it was warmed by the fire.
He sat across from her and placed the bloody knife back on the tongue of fire to heat it.
Take a deep breath.
The hot blade pressed against the wound in the next moment, making a hissing sound, which was considered to have stopped the bleeding.
A heavy cold sweat fell from his forehead.
The severe pain made him twitch all over, and his intact arm rested on the ground.
Seeing this, Zhang Hanju sat closer and patted his shoulder, "Lean on me and rest for a while."
"I'm sorry, I always hold you back. If you hadn't gone back to save me, I might have died," he said.
Zhang Hanju said no, "We are in the same group." Follow his example.
He also laughed and took the piece of roasted meat handed to him by Zhang Hanju.
He really didn't have the energy to chew, and the pain from the wound had drained him of all his strength. However, looking at Zhang Hanju, he still took the meat. Maybe only if he ate it, would she believe that he could get better.
He was just sleepy and tired, and the vitality in his body was temporarily blocked like water under an icy spring.
Leaning on Zhang Hanju's shoulder, he changed his position and adjusted the direction of his head. In the end, he felt uncomfortable. Being so close to her, he still felt that he was not close enough, as if there was something behind her.
Including the way she saw him, what was she looking at in his pupils? It seemed that she was not looking at him, but looking at another person through his shadow.
From the first time she met him, he noticed that her eyes were looking at someone she had known for a long time.
He didn't like this kind of gaze, but there was no way to tell her. Perhaps this was the most attractive thing to her.
Her reaction was particularly strong when he put on his glasses, and sometimes she seemed startled when she saw him in the manor.
He drowned and his glasses were missing, but when he woke up, they had been cleaned and placed next to him.
Shen Tianhuan didn't want to wear it.
"You don't have any painkillers, you are really like this." Zhang Hanju gave a thumbs up.
"The situation forced us to live. Life is more important than pain." Shen Tianhuan held her elbow with his uninjured arm and rested on her shoulder again. "I'm so tired. I want to sleep for a while."
Zhang Hanju knew that he had lost too much blood and needed some time to recover. "Drink the broth. You just took a bite of meat."
"good."
She didn't turn off the fire, and waited until he finished eating and lay there to fall asleep before she filled her stomach.
Before going to bed, Shen Tianhuan stretched out his hand to cover the animal skin tightly, and touched her long hair again. He didn't know whether it was the one last night or when it fell off. Twisting the long hair, he finally asked, "What are you thinking about when you look at me?"
Zhang Hanju thought he was asleep, so he swallowed the meat before saying, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Tell me first, what are you thinking about?"
"when?"
"...That's when you woke up and saw me."
"I was thinking, you seem to be thinner than when I first met you, but your eyes are still beautiful, a bit like the blue sky in the dark night."
"But I always feel like you're not looking at me?"
Zhang Hanju stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, and what he said was incomplete. The answer to this question was also incomplete.
"That's it." Zhang Hanju finally finished eating.
After she fooled him, she didn't fool herself.
I knew very well in my heart that if the person I looked at at first was not him, it was because they looked so similar.
It is also because she has kept that person in her heart for too long. There is another disadvantage of keeping a person in her heart for a long time. If it is not exposed to the sun for a long time, what is hidden in her heart will become moldy and rotten. Finally died.
