"It's terrible!" I raised my foot annoyed and turned around, trying to get up from the stone bed.
This time I turned around, I remembered that I had obviously fallen asleep sitting on a rock before, but now I was lying on the stone bed! Don't think about it, but also know that this young man must have carried me to the stone bed to rest.
Thinking of myself as an adult, I still have a child to hug, and I can't help feeling a little embarrassed.
"You..." When I was about to say something, my stomach suddenly groaned and screamed.
The boy was stunned for a moment and looked down at my stomach.
I subconsciously reached out and touched my stomach, only then later realized that there was a dim light in this cave.
Following the light, there was occasional'cracking' sound in my ears. I turned my head slightly, and then noticed that a bonfire was actually burning in the open space in the middle of the cave.
The boy turned and walked slowly to the fire.
I got out of bed and followed. Following him, he squatted down beside him.
The boy suddenly looked around, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and suddenly stood up again.
I looked at him with some wonder, not knowing what he wanted to do.
It didn't take long before I saw him move a square stone from the open space on the other side.
He lifted the stone from the ground with some difficulty, and when he approached, I realized that his hand holding the stone was still injured.
The skin on the ground rubbed on the wound flew up, revealing the red flesh inside, which was already condensed with black and green things.
Because when he tried hard, the wound that finally coagulated, faintly bleeding out.
The boy moved the stone to my footsteps and put it away, then turned around and pinched a branch, turned his foot and sat down on the ground.
"Huh!" I looked at him wonderingly, then turned my head and looked at the stone near my feet, and immediately understood his consciousness.
I looked at him with embarrassment, I moved my steps and sat down on the rock.
The boy didn't seem to like to talk. I looked at him and didn't know what to say, so I pinched my mouth and stared at the meat that was being roasted on the fire.
"What kind of meat is this...?" Looking at the roasted browned meat, I immediately found a topic.
The two people just sat and didn't talk, always feeling the atmosphere a bit weird.
In addition, there is no water and electricity, and no doors and windows. I seemed to hear occasionally in my ears, and there seemed to be the sound of something tumbling around, and my head puppet could not help feeling tingling.
I have never spent the night outside like this before.
"Rabbit!" The boy stared at the rabbit meat in front of him with his eyes, and answered my words extremely concisely.
"Oh!" I replied, and suddenly I felt like I didn't answer.
I turned my head to look outside the cave, then looked back at the boy, and asked, "Do you live here alone? Where is your family?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, and his movements of turning the rabbit meat stopped.
But after a short stay, he said coldly: "Just one person! I don't know!"
"Huh?" This young man really cherishes his words like gold!
I sighed in my heart, but felt a little surprised and distressed for what he said.
In ancient times, there were many families that could not afford to raise children, and sometimes they would sell their children. At other times, they are helpless and will directly discard their children.
I think, this young man in front of me is one of the discarded children too!
"Then... what's your name?" I stretched out my hand to prop my chin, and looked at the boy sideways.
Perhaps because of his young age, his facial features have not yet fully developed. His face looks a little handsome, and the outline of his face is not as sharp as an adult male.
When asked about his name, the boy was stunned again. The mouth moved, but there was no sound.
I saw that he didn't want to tell me his name, so he stopped reluctantly.
His gaze slowly dropped from his face, and the wound on his hand was immediately glimpsed in his eyes.
My heart twitched slightly, and I hurriedly reached out to look through my pockets.
I remember I still have a few band-aids in my pocket!
That was when I was looking for the mysterious village before, I put it on my body specially for emergencies.
"Your hand is hurt! Let's bandage it!" I looked at him, trying to make my attitude look sincere.
Unexpectedly, the boy didn't move his eyelids, and said coldly, "It's OK! It doesn't hurt!"
"How could it not hurt! Your injury does not look serious, but you should pay attention to the anti-inflammatory bandaging! If you are infected, minor problems will become major problems!" He did this injury to save me. , I may not let him just abuse his body like this.
Asking him to contract a virus or something because of this wound, then my sin will be serious!
The boy lowered his eyes and didn't speak. He didn't seem to care at all about the rhetoric to me.
What a stubborn boy!
Helpless in my heart, I looked at the handful of band-aids in my palm. I thought for a while, and still summoned the courage to say, "No! Your injury was caused to save me. If you killed your own life because of this wound, I can't shirk the blame!"
As soon as he finished speaking, no matter how ugly the look on the boy's face was. I stepped forward and took away the supporting rabbit meat pole, and then I held his right wrist and forcibly pushed his hand in front of me.
As soon as the hand approached, there was a faint smell of blood in his breath.
"No, no need!" As soon as my hand touched the boy, his expression immediately became nervous and embarrassed.
He stretched out his hand several times to pull his hand back, but I clasped my hands, but didn't let him escape.
Seeing him struggling harder and harder, a little redness appeared on his dark face.
I was afraid that he would hurt myself by struggling, and I was afraid that I would be embarrassed by him for a while, so I just threw it away.
I hurriedly said: "Eh, eh! You struggle again, don't throw me into the fire!"
The young man was stunned for a moment, looked down at the fire, and then looked at me sideways. Seeing my eyes were staring at him, his vision immediately seemed to be caught, and he avoided it.
He was still a little bit twisted, but as if he was really afraid of hurting me, he blushed and forced his hand to hold my hand.
"Heh..." Looking at his face like a little daughter-in-law, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He shook his head helplessly, thinking that the boy was shy, really cute.
I looked around, but I didn't see the water I wanted to clean the wound.
I couldn't help feeling a little stunned. After thinking about it, I had to put his injured hand in front of me, lowered his head and carefully peeled off the sand and dirt on the wound.
While rubbing carefully with his hands, he puffed up his cheeks to help him blow.
The boy flushed, his hands shrank but did not withdraw, his eyes looked at me faintly and shyly.