Chu Zheng, regardless of Jingpo, sat aside to eat fruit.
"Do you want it?" Chuzheng ate half of it and turned to ask the boy who was still huddled in the corner of the coffin.
The young man shook his head.
"Don't blame me for starving."
Chuzheng took care of the rest by himself.
"What are you doing?" Chuzheng threw away the core, and when she turned her head, she saw Jingpai dismantling her tied legs.
The boy trembled slightly at Chuzheng's scolding, the bandage slipped from his hand, all the bandages were scattered, and the wooden board fell from his leg.
"I finally tied it up for you." Chuzheng held on to the edge of the coffin angrily: "What did you do with it?"
Jingsha was silent for a while, then pointed to the box next to him.
Chu Zheng didn't understand what it meant.
The boy's voice was weak: "Medicine..."
It was only later that Chuzheng realized that he had medicine that could heal faster, and he wanted to remove it and re-apply it.
Chuzheng: "… "
So am I busy
Chuzheng stood beside the coffin embarrassedly, watching the boy apply medicine and bandage himself.
His movements are very skilled, as if he has done it a thousand times.
"what do you do?"
The teenager fixed the gauze, and after a few seconds, he answered slowly: "… OK… doctor."
"Doctor?"
Looking at her in disbelief.
Chu Zheng changed his words: "Doctor?"
The word understood, Jingpo nodded.
"Oh."
Chuzheng glanced at his legs, turned around and left without any further words.
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Jingpo's leg was injured, and it was almost impossible to climb out of the coffin.
Chuzheng gave him something, but he didn't eat it, so he could only cover his stomach in the back, and looked helplessly at the swirling leaves above his head, as if there was something to eat below that could fall.
The crimson fruit suddenly fell into the boy's arms.
His eyes trembled slightly, he looked down at the fruit, and then looked around.
That girl is not there.
This fruit
The fruit exudes a sweet taste, making the young man cry alone.
Jingpo could tell at a glance, what kind of fruit this is, whether it is poisonous or not, and whether it can be eaten or not.
Feeling hungry, Jingpa stretched out his hand hesitantly and held the fruit, like a little hamster, holding the food and looking around.
Finally, he lowered his head and took a small bite.
Chuzheng leaned against the tree beside him, and out of the corner of the corner of his eye looked at Jing Po and ate the fruit one by one.
The fruit in his hand was tossed upwards, and the next second the fruit flew into the air, drawing an arc in the air, and accurately fell into the boy's arms.
Chuzheng looked at the boy just like before, first looking around, and then eating.
It really looks like a hamster that steals food.
Chuzheng fed several fruits, rubbed his chin and thought, this good guy card... Isn't he a bit stupid
The fruit that suddenly fell just made him a little wary, but it was soon thought that the fruit fell from the tree.
Isn't that stupid
There are only leaves on the tree, where are the fruits
Not only is it a bit silly, but the response is also a bit slow.
When Chuzheng talked to him, it took a few seconds each time before he answered slowly.
Can such a person be a doctor
Will the patient not be cured
Chuzheng expressed doubts.
Chuzheng waited for Jingpo to finish eating, and after a while, he made some noise and went out.
Jing Po leaned against the coffin with his knees in his arms, his silver-white hair spread out, revealing only that delicate little face like a doll, pale and bloodless.
Chuzheng pulled the coffin away from here.
She originally planned to wait for Meng Weihan's pair of dogs in Rising Sun City, but now that Rising Sun City is gone, she had to take a step forward.
In the memory of the original owner, the City of the Rising Sun will be fine for a long time.
I don't know why this time, it's gone so long in advance...
Is it because of her
Chuzheng couldn't figure it out, so he just threw it away and didn't want to.
Don't think about things you don't understand, no matter how you think about them, you won't understand.
Chuzheng took Jingpo away for a few days.
Jingpo hardly spoke a word along the way. The only time he spoke, was to leave the coffin and go by himself.
Chuzheng rudely pressed the person back and threatened to break his other leg if he dared to come out.
The young man was so frightened that he didn't dare to mention it again.
So most of the time the teenager is fiddling with the things in his box.
He didn't show much resistance and doubts about Chuzheng taking him away.
Chu Zheng felt more and more that he was really stupid.
So stupid, I don't know if I can cheat...
"Rest here today."
Jingpo looked up, the dense layers of trees were reflected in his pupils, and the sunset hung on the branches, dyed a magnificent color.
Jing Po closed the box, carefully grabbed the edge of the coffin and came out, the moment his foot stepped on the ground, his arm was supported.
"Are your legs okay?" A cold and unsympathetic voice sounded in his ears.
"...Okay, okay." Jingpo tried to move his injured leg, convincing Chuzheng with the actual situation.
After talking about Jingpo, he realized that he was being supported by Chuzheng, he stepped back slightly, leaned against the coffin, and broke away Chuzheng's hand.
Chuzheng didn't exert any strength at first, but when Jingpa was struggling, he let go of him.
She bent her right leg slightly, squatted down, and lifted her broken trousers.
Jing Po blinked, as if he didn't know what Chu Zheng wanted to do.
Chuzheng took advantage of his unresponsiveness, and quickly lifted his trousers to check his legs.
I don't know when the bandage on my leg was broken and removed by myself, and it seems that there is no problem.
Chu Zheng stretched out his hand and pinched it, and the shocking arc of reflection reached the end at this time: "You... what are you doing?"
"Check your injuries."
"I... I'm fine. No... No need." Jingpa's small face, which had always been pale, turned a little blush.
"I'll know if you're okay until I'm sure." I don't want you to think, I want me to think!
"… "
Jingpo's lips parted slightly, but he didn't say a word for a long time.
Chuzheng was sure there was nothing wrong, so he put down his trousers and tied them up: "Your medicine is pretty good."
Jingpo's feet moved back, but he couldn't move against the coffin, so he still rubbed back.
He whispered, "I... I'm good at medicine."
"Then you are also very good." Chu Zheng boasted casually, and stood up with the coffin.
Chuzheng stood up and the distance was getting closer, and the pressure on Jingpo was even greater.
Chuzheng propped up the edge of the coffin, and his back was against the wall of the coffin.
No matter what kind of dong, this pose is very ambiguous.
Chuzheng remained in that position and didn't move, his eyes fell on his silver hair: "Can your hair return to normal?"
Suddenly my head turned white overnight, which made me feel a little more square.
The afterglow of the setting sun passed through the layers of forest leaves, and the stars scattered on the boy's white clothes, mottled with warm light and shadow.
Chuzheng thought that she would not get an answer from the boy, and was already planning to give up.
Who knew that as soon as she released one of her fingers, she heard the young man reply in a low voice: "… Yes."
"When will it recover?"
It takes time for Jingpo to speak. Chuzheng already knew that, so he listened patiently.
"And... seven days."
seven days
It has been three days since he became like this, so it is a ten-day cycle
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