Gu Chenglan came over, leaned forward through the window sill, and reached out to touch Sunuo's cheek.
But because there was a very wide window sill, Gu Chenglan leaned forward very much, holding the window sill with one hand, which made the old-fashioned window lattice creak.
When Su Nuo heard the voice, she suddenly turned around, leaned back, and gently pushed Gu Chenglan's hand away.
Gu Chenglan was stunned for a moment, his hands froze in mid-air with nowhere to rest, his eyebrows as straight as a sword were raised, and he pursed his lips and smiled slightly: "Angry? You should be."
Gu Chenglan's smile was warm, and her eyes were full of doting. She withdrew her hand that was frozen in the air, pulled the travel bag behind her, and began to rummage.
Su Nuo bit her lower lip and remained silent. In fact, she didn't know whether she was angry with herself or felt sorry for Gu Chenglan.
As the distance got closer, Su Nuo could clearly see the tiredness and haggardness on Gu Chenglan's face, and there was even a little plateau red on the rough skin of his cheeks.
And the hand Gu Chenglan stretched out to him just now was also covered with small wounds. In the cracks on the fingertips, in addition to the blood that has not yet dried, there is also dark soil mixed with it.
Sunuo's mind was churning vigorously. I kept thinking about how much hardship he had suffered along the way? I was even thinking about why Gu Chenglan had to run so far and for so many days at this time? "
"Birthday gift." Gu Chenglan finally took out a brown paper bag from his travel bag and delivered it to Su Nuo.
"Open it now and take a look?" Gu Chenglan's voice was still gentle, but there was a hint of hoarseness in his voice, as if a wind knife had been blown across his throat.
Su Nuo was a doctor in her previous life. When she heard Gu Chenglan's voice, she was thinking: Is her throat also inflamed
Out of curiosity, and not wanting to twist Gu Chenglan's mind, Su Nuo took the brown paper bag and opened it.
The paper bag was not big at first, but after opening it, a colorful embroidered cloth bag was revealed. It is a five-color cloth unique to the snow-capped mountains. It should be hand-woven by the aboriginal people.
There is a small yak bone button on the cloth bag, but the entire cloth bag is very light. It seems that the things inside are not too big or heavy.
But when his fingers touched the outline under the cloth bag, Suno's brows furrowed and he could already feel what was inside.
Gu Chenglan was also very patient, not in a hurry, and waited quietly for Sunuo to open the ox bone button and take out a bracelet from inside.
Chicken Spatholobi Bracelet! It is a thick and melancholy red, with yellow raised knots, warm and knotless, forming a simple but just right oblate shape.
"I made it." Gu Chenglan reached out and gently slid his fingertips on the rattan bracelet: "I dug more than a dozen vines, but I only made this one. It also happened to be the best in color and shape. Genteng, so you are quite lucky."
Suno's eyes widened as he looked at the rattan bracelet. His heart slowly felt cold, and he felt a sharp pain from being pinched suddenly. Then there was a violent backflow of hot blood, hitting Suno's chest.
The indifference on Su Nuo's face could no longer be maintained, and was replaced by a trembling question: "You, you went to the snowy mountains yourself just to dig up a Millipeda vine?"
Gu Chenglan said nothing, but the look in his eyes that looked deeply at Su Nuo gave her all the answers.
"Are you stupid? How dangerous it is!!" Suno knew that the best Millet Spatholobus could only be dug up at least four thousand meters above sea level.
And even in the 21st century, Millettia bracelets cannot be mass-produced with equipment and tools, and can only be made by hand based on experience.
(End of chapter)