"Okay, okay!" Wu Qian stood up with satisfaction, clapped her hands, and looked at the sticky and disgusting herbs on the stone slab. She felt a sense of "accomplishment".
"I don't want to apply medicine anymore..." Just looking at the sticky stuff, Xu Zhejue felt the wound itchy.
"No, I've been grinding for almost half an hour. I have to go up. Let me help you." As he said that, he had already brought the stone slab to Xu Zhe's side and grabbed a "lump" with one hand.
Xu Zhe never believed that Wu Qian was as meticulous as a woman, but this time he was completely wrong.
She was very careful, and she used her index finger to gently rub the dark green juice and smear it around the wound. Her movements were very slow, as if she was afraid of hurting the other person. And every time the juice flowed into the wound, Xu Zhe's body would instinctively tremble.
Just this slight reaction was enough to make Wu Qian stop applying the cream and gently blow away the burning wound.
At this moment, the distance between the two was less than ten centimeters. Perhaps because of this, Xu Zhe looked at Wu Qian's brown eyes for the first time. Even with the light of the campfire, Xu Zhe saw a pair of clear and beautiful eyes like spring water.
She seemed unaware of his staring and just observed the wound carefully, applying the remaining medicine evenly.
Really, Wu Qian was just wasting her time. Because the medicinal properties of the juice were not as effective as the "lump" of residue in her hand, so applying it like painting was useless.
But unlike his usual self, Xu Zhe did not make his usual sarcasm or reminders, and just watched Wu Qian doing her useless things quietly.
"I'm so tired. You keep twitching." After finally finishing, Wu Qian sighed deeply, feeling as tired as if she had just finished the Level 6 English test. "Does it really hurt?"
"Not bad." Xu Zhe didn't think that Wu Qian's treatment, which was equivalent to pouring water into the wound, would be a torturous torture during the War of Liberation.
"I am such a dedicated doctor, how can I lose to a professional nurse?" Wu Qian smiled because of Xu Zhe's "lie". She tore off a circle of rags from the bottom of her shirt and bandaged Xu Zhe's wound. Looking at Wu Qian again, even her belly button was exposed.
The cramping caused by the cold looked almost like belly dancing.
"You lie down and take a rest. I'll go find some firewood." Wu Qian tied a cute bow for Xu Zhe with a smile and turned around to leave.
Too bad she didn't have that chance...
A warm arm held me, without much force, but I felt like a kite in the air being pulled by a string.
It was natural to lean back, sit on the ground, and lean into a warm embrace.
The lifted windbreaker embraced Wu Qian and wrapped herself tightly with the warm person.
"You... what are you doing?" Wu Qian could see the face so close to her by just looking up slightly, but she didn't do so. Her cheeks were burning hot, so hot that she was a little afraid to see that familiar person.
"Don't move, just like that..." Xu Zhe's words echoed in Wu Qian's ears, and the uneasy woman felt like her heart was about to explode.
Does Wu Qian love Xu Zhe? Even Wu Qian herself is asking herself this question.
He is cold, aloof, difficult to get along with, never considers other people's feelings, and no one can influence his decisions.
Another thing is that my heart is occupied by people from the past.
Only November left in life...
Will he accept me like this? Will I accept myself to love him
There is no answer to a question that is too complicated, but it makes my brain so tired.
Just like that, leaning on Xu Zhe's warm arms, Wu Qian fell asleep peacefully. No need to worry about getting hurt, because there is no place in the world safer than his arms.
Leaning against a rough tree, staring at the flickering bonfire in front of him, Xu Zhe was doomed to be unable to sleep that night. Perhaps he was afraid that when he woke up again, she would disappear along with the dream...
Time rotates silently, and the moon and stars are accurate pointers.
As the sun slowly rose from the distant horizon, dawn once again descended on this dirty land. The air began to become warmer...
After moving her arm slightly, Wu Qian felt not a soft chest but the cold ground.
He sat up suddenly in convulsion, as if he had lost something precious. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, but he couldn't find the familiar figure.
"Xu Zhe...Xu Zhe!" He jumped up and kept looking around. Suddenly, he felt that even the trees standing still were equally scary. Wu Qian spun around in a trance, searching, her eyes filled with anxious tears again.
"Xu Zhe!!!!" She shouted his name, but got no response. Wu Qian hated herself for being so careless. She had finally found it, but now she lost it again because of her own oversleeping.
"Stop yelling, be quiet, okay?" As he spoke, a figure fell vertically from the tree he had leaned against all night. Holding the sword of condemnation tightly in his hand, Xu Zhe looked very energetic.
"You bastard! What have you been doing? I thought... I thought..." The more Wu Qian recalled the panic just now, the more she trembled uncontrollably. Perhaps compared to being captured by the monster, Xu Zhe's silent departure was a more terrifying thing
"Idiot, how could I leave you alone? I just went up to check the direction. There is a town two kilometers south of here. It's a pity that I didn't check it yesterday, otherwise I wouldn't have slept in the forest." Xu Zhe's tone was particularly gentle, just wanting to comfort the people around him, "Let's go, we have to get to Daban today, Tiechui and Haozi are still waiting for us there."
It was natural for him to hold Wu Qian's hand, and instead of following her silently like before, they walked side by side towards the town.
Wu Qian really couldn't remember how long she had walked. She also didn't know when the trees around her were replaced by concrete houses and the soft soil under her feet turned into a dark asphalt road.
Along the way, Wu Qian was looking at the people around her.
Has he really changed a bit, and is he different from the Xu Zhe that he knew before? Maybe it's just a change in "temperature"
The early morning weather made the town's streets particularly deserted. The only people who occasionally passed by were milkmen and newspaper deliverymen, and the "aunties" who cleaned the streets.
However, the weird Wu Qian and Xu Zhe still attracted the attention of all passers-by.
They looked like a couple, but their dirty appearance and Xu Zhe's naked body made it hard to guess what they had done.
Wu Qian didn't want to attract attention, so she gave the windbreaker to Xu Zhe. But he wrapped the long sword with the clothes and continued to move forward.
In his world, he probably doesn't care about anyone's gaze, right
Suddenly, Xu Zhe, who was walking very well, stopped and looked at a beautiful window of a wedding studio next to him. In the window, the model was wearing a beautiful snow-white wedding dress. The lifeless puppet model seemed to have life because of the dress, and looked so noble.
"What a beautiful dress." Wu Qian praised sincerely. The off-shoulder wedding dress was made of silk, and the lace skirt looked like a work of art. Especially the natural pearls sewn in the gaps of the skirt, which were as bright as stars. But when Wu Qian looked down and saw the price tag, she swallowed her saliva again, "One million and three hundred thousand yen?! It's so scary when converted into RMB. Is there really anyone willing to wear this to get married?"
The door of the photo studio was pushed open from the inside, and a short, middle-aged, bald man walked out.
"Get away, ugly beggars, stay away from my store! Don't touch my window with your dirty hands. Do I not want you to clean it? When I come out and see you here again, I will call the police." After saying that, the bald man returned to the store. It seemed that he mistook the two people covered in mud for beggars
Can't blame him, it really looks like...
"It's him." Pulling Wu Qian, Xu Zhe strode towards the photo studio. The dirty-headed man pushed open the glass curtain door without caring about the clear handprints left on it.
"Baka! Who let you in? Get out!" The middle-aged bald man who was standing in front of the counter roared and cursed. Maybe because the store had just opened, there was no one else in the huge store who was venting his anger except the bald man.
Xu Zhe was unmoved and walked straight to the counter. Wu Qian tried to hold Xu Zhe back, but her strength was no match for that man's.
"You're not going to leave, right?! I'm calling the police!" Seeing Xu Zhe's cold gaze, the bald man also started to get scared. He excitedly picked up the phone on the counter and dialed the police number quickly with trembling hands.
Obviously, his movements were not as fast as Xu Zhe who was standing in front of the counter. The windbreaker wrapped in his right hand fell to the ground, and the sword with a bloody red glow was raised high.
The bald man's eyes followed the sword and his mind went blank for a moment.
Without any hesitation, the sharp sword blade fell straight down, and the bald man even heard the sound of the wind whistling past.
"Boom!" A straight sword cut through the telephone and the 1.3-meter-high marble counter.
When Xu Zhe pulled the sword back from the counter, the entire counter collapsed completely. After a series of crackling noises, only the bald man was left standing there in a daze, holding the microphone without a host in one hand and pressing the number with the other.
"Who is that bastard? Once again..." Xu Zhe asked the bald man calmly, but what answered him was the other's trembling and the pungent smell coming from his crotch.
Covering his nose, Xu Zhe started "shopping" in the store.
"I knew it would turn out like this..." Sighing helplessly, Wu Qian felt sorry for the bald store manager. Who told him to have such bad luck today
About half an hour later, the deserted streets gradually became lively, with children rushing to school and adults going to work everywhere.
Tokyo is a busy city. The fierce competition makes pedestrians walk as fast as a race. Everything except the destination is not enough to attract their attention.
Therefore, there was nothing worthy of their concern in this wedding photo studio with only half of its door rolled up.
However, four young women who were arm in arm and smiling noticed something was wrong. After all, they were makeup artists working here.
Originally it was their job to open the shop, but the store manager was worried that they would steal, so he insisted on living in the shop alone and opening the door himself every day, being more diligent than a watchdog.
But today, it was past opening time, and the store wasn't even ready to open, so four strange people entered the store.
I only saw the familiar store manager sitting on the floor in the corner, with his hands tied behind his back and tape on his mouth.
"Boss!" They all swarmed over him, their instinct to flatter made them struggle to untie the bald man. They didn't notice a figure hanging a closing sign on the glass door. A makeup artist saw that she couldn't win over her colleague, so she took the lead and pulled the sealing tape off.
Even the beard that he had deliberately grown on his philtrum was pulled off, and the bald man's mouth corners were twitching in pain.
"Boss, what's wrong with you?" the employees asked worriedly.
“Beat… beat… beat… beat…” After stuttering for a long time, the bald man still didn’t utter the rest of the words. Perhaps it was the figure that frightened him, which was now standing behind the four employees.
"You want to 'rob', right?" Xu Zhe helped him to say it, causing the employees to instinctively look back.
The originally sloppy Xu Zhe now looked completely different. He was wearing a well-tailored black suit that fit him perfectly as if it was tailor-made, and his shiny leather shoes could even be used as a mirror.
The only thing that made him uncomfortable was the black bow on his collar. Xu Zhe tried to fix it for a long time but still felt uncomfortable, so he just pulled it off and threw it aside. The slightly open collar of his shirt showed a man's wildness and unruliness, and several female employees blushed and their hearts beat fast.
However, when everyone noticed the sword in Xu Zhe's hand, which was more terrifying than a machete, they held their breath again.
"Ah!!!!" Suddenly, a scream came from the direction of the locker room. Wu Qian, who was in great pain, accidentally got her flesh pinched when she zipped up her zipper, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Okay, you four, it looks like there's 'work' to do, go and help... As for you." Xu Zhe took out a whole bunch of tape from behind him.
“Again… tying again???” The numb corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably and the bald man had the urge to die.