The surroundings were all desolate gray and white, and the figure was covered in dark black, as if no light could penetrate it.
Tang Li was stunned, and ran over there without thinking. The corpses and ruins under her feet made a rustling sound and collapsed a little. She slid down the hill and came to the man.
Several scavenger birds stopped nearby, trying to peck at the fresh meat, and Tang Li quickly waved her hands to drive them away. Before she could see what the man looked like, she smelled a strong smell of blood. There were many wounds on the body, and it was covered in blood, staining the pile of bones below red. Even the hands were bloody and covered in dried blood.
Even in such a wounded hand, he still tightly grasped a long knife. The blade was narrow and straight, and the long handle was black, also soaked in blood.
Because it looked too tragic, Tang Li subconsciously held her breath, stretched out her hand, and carefully turned the man over. He was originally lying on the ground, with his black hair covering his face. Tang Li turned him over to test whether he was still breathing.
The black hair fell down, revealing a handsome face of the young man, with long eyebrows, a straight nose, and extra-long eyelashes. His closed eyes and pale, tightly pursed lips made him look sharp and fragile. His hair was very black, and his skin was white, making the black and white look even clearer.
Almost in an instant, Tang Li was sure that this was Xun Nu, the male god she had fallen in love with when she was a girl. Now she had grown up, and the male god who appeared in front of her was still the same image she had first seen in the book.
Tang Li carefully tested his breathing and listened to his heartbeat. She found that although he was seriously injured, he was still alive. After temporarily putting her mind at ease, she broke into a cold sweat for him.
She is not a doctor and does not know how to cure diseases. Although the heroine in the original novel did not seem to do anything, she only fed him some water and held him to warm his body at night, and Xunnu got through it on his own, but is that really enough
Tang Li finally decided to believe in the tenacious vitality of the little male god—yes, he was a male god back then, and now he is a little male god. After all, he looks a few years younger than her actual age.
Xun Nu never woke up. As the night deepened and the surroundings began to get cold, Tang Li busily gathered up some burnable rags and wood chips and built a fire.
She took out a tinderbox from her waist and finally managed to light the fire, but the wind was too strong and the flames kept jumping. She looked at Xunnu, who was still unconscious and had no reaction, and stood up and started looking around.
Tang Li was lucky enough to find a large piece of cloth that had not yet rotted. It looked like a thick tent cloth, which she pulled out from the pile of bones. She used the small dagger from her sleeve to cut the cloth into regular pieces, rolled it up and made a package. In addition, she also packed some useful things, half dragged and half carried it back to the fire, chose a good location, and made a simple shed that could block the wind. Although it still leaked a little, it was much better than before.
The fire gradually burned more vigorously. Tang Li touched Xunnu's hand and found that his hand was cold, so she moved the fire closer, carefully lifted his head and upper body, moved them into her arms, and finally covered them both with her coat.
It felt weird to hug a stranger, but when I thought about the fact that this was the person I loved and cared for when I was a girl, the discomfort turned into an indescribable excitement and a dreamlike subtlety.
After doing all this, Tang Li slowly breathed a sigh of relief and then she felt the pain in her back and waist.
Because she had to take care of others, she didn't even care about the fear of the corpses at the beginning. She was a caring old mother who liked to take care of others, so many friends relied on her since she was a child. When she was in college, she was the dormitory leader. After the first semester, except for her, everyone else was fatter than ten pounds. Everyone called her a pig-raising expert, or just jokingly called her mom.
In order to better take care of a group of lazy people, she got used to carrying a lot of small things with her, which could be called a walking treasure bag. This habit has been maintained until now, so now she not only has a fire-lighter and a dagger, but also has more than a dozen bags of seasonings from the kitchen and a few pieces of candy in her purse, and silk handkerchiefs, hairbands, combs, small change and other miscellaneous items in her sleeve pockets.
Always well prepared.
Tang Li woke up when the morning came. She only dozed off for a while when it was almost dawn that night and was still half asleep and half awake. In her dream, her mother was probably urging her to get married. Probably from now on, she would never hear her mother scolding her angrily.
After being distracted for a while, Tang Li looked down at Xun Nu. He was not awake and still had his eyes closed, but his body was warmer than yesterday.
The fire had gone out. After roasting the fire all night, his throat was dry. Seeing that Xunnu's lips were dry and chapped, Tang Li took out a handkerchief as expected, picked up the lid of the snack that was turned aside, and moistened his lips with the dew on it.
Unfortunately, there was no water source around.
Just as she put the handkerchief back, Tang Li suddenly met a pair of dark eyes. Xun Nu had opened his eyes at some point and was looking at her quietly.
His eyes were as black as his hair, and because they were so pure, they looked extremely clean. The look in his eyes when he looked at her was calm, without any doubt or murderous intent, which did not quite match his identity as the number one killer.
But Tang Li knew that in the original novel, Xunnu was a pure person. When he was young, he was abandoned by his family because of poverty and famine. His master picked him up, taught him how to kill, and gave him food. Even though he later became the world's number one killer and his master died, he still stayed in the organization. His life was only about killing, until he met the heroine, he realized that the weapon in his hand could not only kill people, but also protect people.
In just a moment of distraction, Tang Li found that Xun Nu's eyes were closed again, and he fell asleep again without a sound.
Tang Li looked at Xun Nu who was unconscious in her arms, patted her chest, and finally understood why some of her idol-chasing friends would call their idol "son" at one moment, "brother" at another, and occasionally "dad", even though they were obviously the same person.
When Xun Nu didn't open his eyes, Tang Li thought he was such a pitiful little cutie and wanted to take care of him like a child. But just now, when he woke up and looked at her, Tang Li found that she wanted to call him dad. Even without making a sound, his aura was so strong!
The killer dad closed his eyes and turned into a cute little boy again. Tang Li took his head off her legs and let him lie down comfortably, then got up and went to look for water with the snack box. However, after looking around, she didn't find any water. Instead, dark clouds gathered in the sky, as if it was going to rain.
Tang Li rushed back, dismantled the simple windshield that she had hastily built yesterday, and made a new one that could block the rain. She also found a few helmet-shaped objects and lined them up to collect rainwater. If she hadn't found these, she would have used her skull to collect the water. If she really used her skull to collect water, she felt that she might not be able to drink it.
In addition, she also collected a lot of burnable scraps of cloth, dead wood, and broken flagpoles. For a whole day, Tang Li, who was obsessed with collecting, was busy like an industrious little bee. She didn't notice that Xun Nu woke up several times during this period and lay there looking at her.
Amidst the thunder and lightning, rain suddenly fell. Tang Li held the two newly found helmets in her arms and ran back to the shed where she could hide from the rain. She squatted there, washed her hands, patted the dust off her body, and sat down again in the same position as yesterday. She lifted Xun Nu's head and rested it on her legs.
The rain dripped down the edge of the shed and fell into the helmets. Tang Li waited for a while until some water was put into the lid of the snack box, then took it and drank a few sips, finally relieving her thirst.
She wanted to give Xunnu some water, but since he was not awake, it was inconvenient for her to do so. Just as she was trying to figure out a solution, Xunnu woke up.
"You're awake. Do you want some water?" Tang Li smiled.
Xunnu did not refuse. He drank the water from her hand and turned to look at her again.
Tang Li was touched to see him drink water. When he looked at her, she introduced herself: "My name is Tang Li, I came here by mistake, what about you?"
Xunnu opened his mouth and said two words, "Xunnu."
His voice was special, with a hoarse tone. Tang Li remembered that the book seemed to say that he had a throat injury when he was young, and after treatment, it was still not completely healed, so his voice was deeper and hoarse than that of ordinary people. He didn't like to talk in the original book.
When she suddenly heard this voice, Tang Li felt as if someone was touching her from the back of her neck all the way to her coccyx, and her head felt numb.
Why is the voice of my first love so special and so nice? Tang Li wanted to hear more of what he said, so she eagerly looked for a topic to ask, "What are those two words?"
Xunnu still answered her in that hoarse voice, "Xun in the Eight Trigrams means woman and slave."
Tang Li was almost drunk after hearing this, her eyes sparkling, "Xunnu, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? I have a few snacks here."
Xunnu was exhausted, and closed his eyes to rest after a while. He was very quiet when he fell asleep, and his breathing was gentle. Tang Li propped up his head to look at him, and soon he couldn't resist the sleepiness in the sound of rain, and fell asleep.
Xunnu woke up in her arms, she was still sleeping, her hair hanging down on his temples. Xunnu didn't know who this woman was, but he didn't feel that she had any bad intentions, so he didn't react much to her approach.
His body was badly injured, and he raised his right hand with difficulty. He saw that the blood on it had been wiped clean and bandaged with a handkerchief. His long knife was placed next to him and he could touch it with just a move of his fingers.
He first moved his fingers and touched the blade, then hesitated, slowly raised his hand to touch the cheek of the woman who was hugging him, touched it lightly and then put his hand down.
Feeling the warmth under his fingertips, he couldn't help but think that this was a real person.
A few days ago, Xunnu thought he would die here, and like many other corpses here, he would eventually become nameless bones. He never thought that anyone would save him, because he had no relatives or friends, so no one would come to save him. There was nothing wrong with this, he had killed many people, and since his master taught him to kill the first person, he knew that one day he would be killed like this.
The master said that people like them will not have a good ending, and perhaps they won’t even have a grave.
He could feel his body gradually getting colder, and could smell the scent of death. But suddenly, that smell was replaced by another one, a clean and soft scent from a human body, very close to him, wrapping him up, and his body slowly became warm. When he woke up again, he saw the morning sun, and a woman with a blurry face in the sun, as if it was a dream, and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.
Xunnu wanted to see what this person looked like. He woke up several times and saw a figure busy around. Although he still couldn't see her appearance clearly, this person was there every time he opened his eyes.
When she asked his name, her smile was very gentle, and that expression reminded Xunnu of a soft and sweet flower, which was completely different from him.
He suddenly remembered that two years ago he was ordered to kill a man. There was a white pear tree in the man's yard that was blooming beautifully under the moonlight. They fought for several moves in the yard, and finally he cut off the man's head with a knife, right under the white pear tree. The blood splattered on the tree, dyeing a branch of pear flowers red. When he looked at the pear flower, he suddenly felt guilty.
He had never felt guilty about the deaths at his hands, but at that moment he felt that he shouldn't have splattered his blood on such clean, pure white flowers.
The author has something to say: Xun (xun)
The heroine of this short story is a healing soft girl~