The old man was stunned for a moment and asked, "How did you come here?"
Ke Fan smiled and replied: "Uncle, we are lost, can we stay here for one night? Also, is there a phone here? We want to contact the outside world."
The old man shook his head: "How can there be a phone in this mountain. There are so many of you, I can't live here."
Ke Fan put his hands together: "Uncle, please, please, you see we are tired and thirsty, and it is so cold outside. We can just lay the floor."
The old man was still hesitating, but Ke Fan gave You Chuan a wink: "Xiao You."
You Chuan nodded, reached into his arms, and took out his wallet.
The three of them stood under the lamp at the door, and their every move was illuminated particularly clearly. I saw that You Chuan's wallet was very simple, but it was stuffed with a stack of hundred-yuan bills and several bank cards.
The old man's eyes also fell on his wallet. Ke Fan stretched out his hand and took out 5 sheets and handed them to the old man: "50 per person, 9 people, 500 for you, and then get us something to eat, okay?"
The old man was finally moved, took the money, stuffed it into his pocket, and let them in: "Our rural conditions are very poor."
Ke Fan smiled and said, "Wherever you are, it's good to live there." At the same time, he did not forget to approach the old man: "Uncle, I think you are quite kind, have we met? You seem to be a good person who is willing to help others. …”
Everyone went into the house one by one.
Jin Xi supports Han Chen and walks last. Although the two of them were still wet and snuggled up against each other, there were still bursts of warmth. Having come here, Jin Xi didn't let go, and he didn't let go, he kept putting his arms around her shoulders.
It was indeed a very humble farmhouse. The roof is just a few beams and tiles, and the smell of old wood comes from it. The walls were unpainted and bare. In the main room there is only one table, a few chairs, and a few corncobs hanging on the wall. Then there is a bedroom, which is also very simple. There is also a yard in the back, and there is a hut, toilet, kitchen, etc. in the yard.
It was past twelve o'clock at night, and Ke Fan took You Chuan and Zhang Muhan, put down his belongings, and went to the old man Zhang Luo to eat and drink. Others also found a place to sit and rest.
Jin Xi supports Han Chen and sits down in a chair. Under the light, I finally saw each other's faces clearly.
Only then did she realize that his lips were a little pale. The wound on the leg must be still bleeding. Jin Xi's heart hurts like being pricked by a needle, she crouches down in front of him, her tone is not very good: "You can bear it."
Han Chen put his hands on the arms of the bamboo chair and looked down at her. After a while, he suddenly smiled and looked away.
"I've always been patient."
Jin Xi twitched the corners of her mouth, wondering why Han Chen's words were a bit self-deprecating. Without thinking deeply, I patted him on the shoulder: "Sit still and wait for me to come back."
A few minutes later, she came back with a bunch of things: a set of clothes and trousers borrowed from the old man, a small pot of boiling hot water, and some clean rags.
"Change your wet clothes." She said concisely.
Han Chen didn't move, and glanced at the things in her hand: "What about yours?"
Of course Jin Xi can't say that the old man has only a few sets of clothes, all of which have been taken away by others. Glancing at him, he said, "Didn't I take care of the sick first? The room is occupied now, and Xia Zi and Zhang Muhan are changing. How do I change?"
Han Chen raised his head and saw that the door to the only bedroom was tightly closed, so he stopped insisting.
He took off his camouflage and dropped it on the ground. There was only a black long-sleeved T-shirt inside, he looked up at Jin Xi. Jin Xi originally wanted to look away, but suddenly felt a little amused, and continued to stare at him pretending to be unresponsive.
Han Chen didn't have any expression on his face, he looked away, raised his hand, took off his T-shirt, and threw it with his camouflage uniform. Jin Xi handed over the clothes in her hand, her eyes inevitably looking at his upper body. Suddenly, his face tightened a little, and he turned to look at the other side. A thought popped into my head: It's really... beautiful.
Soon Han Chen took off his trousers, and when he looked up, he saw Jin Xi turned sideways unnaturally, her eyes fixed on the opposite wall, and her fair face seemed to be a little crimson.
Han Chen smiled suddenly.
He picked up the glass of water she poured next to her, took a sip, and said lightly, "I can't put on my pants, I need help." As soon as the words came out, they felt inappropriate, and fell silent.
Jin Xi: "Huh?"
"Just kidding." Han Chenyun said lightly, "It's over."
Jin Xi turned around with her hands on her hips: "You..." Seeing his appearance in an old man's clothes, he suddenly burst into laughter. He is tall, and the old man's clothes are put on, so he is naturally much shorter and looks a bit ridiculous. Of course he also understood, smiled, but his expression was calm.
Jin Xi squatted down again, brought the pot of warm water over, and began to clean his wounds. While cleaning up, he said, "It's a pity that I don't have a mobile phone, otherwise I will definitely take pictures for you."
Han Chen's voice came from above his head: "You dare?"
Jin Xi smiled and looked up at him.
Sitting under the lamp, with his back to the light, he only looked tall and clear. And those eyes, dark as ink, had a faint smile.
Jin Xi smiled and lowered her head.
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The deep mountains were indeed barren. Ke Fan and the others searched for a long time, and finally took out a plate of cooked sweet potatoes from the kitchen. But this is enough to make everyone coveted, and the division is completed in an instant.
It's just that the old man's house has only one set to change except the quilt he made himself. This set was taken for granted by Ke Fan, and he asked the old man if he could think of other ways. The old man said to pick it up next door.
It turned out that several of his sons and nephews lived in the houses next to him, all of them as a family. They all fell asleep so late, and there are few people here usually. It is probably because of this that they didn't notice the movement here.
The old man pushed the door and went out. Across the thick night outside the door, I heard his knock on the door.
The house fell silent for a while.
Jin Xi sits directly on the ground beside Han Chen and looks up. I saw Ke Fan lying on the ground, making a quilt. Xiaoyou sat beside him, with his hands on his knees, still looking quiet and handsome. Aware of Jin Xi's gaze, he raised his eyes and looked over. Jin Xi smiled at him, he was silent for a moment and looked away.
Zhang Muhan and Xia Zi were the same as before, snuggling in the corner and talking in low voices. But seeing Jin Xi look over, the two of them didn't have the good looks they used to have, and they ignored her with a cold look.
Li Mingyue sat alone by the wall, sneezing all the time, and her face flushed. Apparently it was a cold, and it wasn't too light. But now Jin Xi can't help her either.
Fang Xu and Professor Sun took their respective corners and remained silent.
Jin Xi looked around, retracted her gaze, and subconsciously turned to look at Han Chen beside her. Seeing this, he was stunned.
There was also an unusual flush on his face.
Jin Xi immediately stood up and shook his hand.
very hot.
Han Chen glanced at her, her hand was already on his forehead.
"You have a fever," she said solemnly. "Fever."
Han Chen reached out and touched his forehead, then ripped off the first button of his clothes, and replied, "Just get some sleep."
Jin Xi understands why he said it was normal. Originally, with his physique, it is estimated that he is not so easy to catch a cold after a day of rain. But now that I am injured, the wound is easily inflamed, and it is accompanied by a high fever.
But how can this be good for a night's sleep? I just hope that his fever will subside. At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, he will go to the hospital immediately.
At this time, the old man opened the door and came back, followed by two men in their thirties, each holding two quilts in their hands.
Jin Xi and Han Chen looked up, and unlike the old man's dullness, the two peasant men were very strong, but they were also quite ugly, with short eyebrows, couch, nose and thick lips, and they looked a bit fierce. The older one said as soon as he walked in, "100 yuan a bed."
When the others heard this, they noticed that they had come in, looked up, and were stunned.
Ke Fan was talking to Xiaoyou with a smile, but he looked up at the door, and the smile gradually disappeared from his face.
Zhang Muhan was the first to shout: "We've all paid for the accommodation, isn't this too tricky? Take advantage of the fire?" Xia Zi also helped: "Yeah, seeing so many of us, it's so bullying? Da Ke, I can't agree. what."
Ke Fan looked at the two men and said nothing. Xia Zi whispered: "Dake is angry..."
The old man walked into the inner room without any intention of worrying about the blackmail of his sons. The two peasants were also a little impatient, and asked again: "Would you like? No, let's take them away."
Xiaoyou stretched out his hand and patted Ke Fan, and then he seemed to endure and said: "Forget it, give it, give it to each."
Zhang Muhan and Xia Zi still wanted to talk, but they seemed to hold back.
The quilt was quickly divided.
Jin Xi and Han Chen naturally share the same bed. Han Chen lay down first, and Jin Xi spent another 20 yuan to "borrow" a set of clothes from one of the old man's sons. When she was wearing it, she saw Han Chen leaning against the wall with his arms on his head, watching her and smiling slowly.
Jin Xi smiled nonchalantly and walked up to him: "Look, I don't mind being photographed." Putting a wet towel on his forehead: "Lie down."
At this time, Han Chen also knew that he couldn't be brave, so he glanced at her and lay down. Jin Xi picks up another damp cloth in the water basin and wipes his palms and neck for him.
It was very late, and everyone in the room lay down in twos and threes. Han Chen lay on the slightly damp ground, only to feel dizzy and heavy, and his throat was dry. And the injury on the left leg, there is tear-like pain. He didn't try hard to resist sleepiness, because the night was still very long, and his instinct told him that the highlight of T's arrangement had not yet happened. Therefore, he needs to seize the time to take a break and recover his physical strength, so as not to leave the unknown predicament to Bai Jin Xi alone.
"Call me in two hours," he whispered.
"Um."
Gradually, his mind became a little confused. In the dimness, I saw the silhouette of her sitting quietly beside her, while the palms, necks, and soles of the feet constantly came from the cool dampness and soft touch. The silhouette slowly overlapped with some vague shadows in his mind, gentle and reassuring.
For four years, I have never felt so at ease sleeping next to a woman.
Her frown and smile, her cuteness and cuteness, were clearly imprinted in his mind from the first time they met.
And in her eyes, the unspoken affection.
She wanted to get close, but she didn't dare. But he was slowly getting used to having her fresh and lively breath around him.
But at this time, his fiancee, the woman he has been searching for for so many years, where is she? Why haven't you come back? Why can you leave him so completely
Is she the same as him, going back and forth in her dreams just to capture a little bit of information about him
Did she want to find him too, but was in some kind of predicament and couldn't turn back
Does she... still love him, or has she forgotten about him and started a new life. I don't remember this man who was willing to go to hell for her.
And this man, and now he finally has a heartbeat for another woman.
Bai Jin Xi.
Bai Jin Xi.
Bai Jin Xi…