"Stop laughing." Su Qiao couldn't stand seeing such a handsome face smiling like a fool.
"Oh." Ji Hanfeng closed his mouth, but there was still a smile in his eyes.
Back at the lake, Su Qiao did not sit down. Instead, he turned and looked towards the forest, "Come out."
Ji Hanfeng reacted immediately and raised his bow and arrow, but Su Qiao reached out to stop him.
Immediately afterwards, two gray figures, one tall and one short, walked out from behind the tree, supporting each other.
The tall one was a woman, wearing a sports outfit of an unidentifiable color. She was very dark and thin, and even her lips were a little black.
He looked young, perhaps thirty years old, but he already had white hair on his temples and looked very haggard.
The short one was a little boy of about seven or eight years old. His white T-shirt had turned into a khaki color and his face was a little pale, but his eyes were dark and bright, and he looked to be in good spirits.
"Do you have something to do?" The mother and son had been following them all the way.
The little boy stared at Ji Hanfeng with his dark eyes: "Big brother..."
Su Qiao looked at Ji Hanfeng: "Do you know them?"
Ji Hanfeng thought about it and frowned slightly: "I think I have seen it before."
The woman hurriedly said cautiously: "Sir, I... I saw him when we first arrived on the island."
The little boy nodded quickly and said, "Yes, big brother had just woken up at that time, he was dazed and couldn't even speak..."
The woman hurriedly covered his mouth and scolded in a low voice: "Xiaobao, don't talk nonsense."
"I'm sorry, Xiaobao is not sensible..."
Su Qiao did not reply to her words. He looked at the woman's increasingly dark blue lips and said, "You are poisoned!"
It must have been bitten by a poisonous creature.
"I...Puff..."
Just as the woman was about to speak, she spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"Mom!" the little boy screamed and tried hard to support his mother.
However, he was small and weak and could not hold on.
It was only because Su Qiao quickly ran over and gave a hand that he was not knocked to the ground with him.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? Don't scare Xiaobao!"
"No... It's okay, Mommy... Mommy is okay, don't cry, little darling."
The woman smiled in her eyes, trying to comfort her son, but black blood kept oozing out of her mouth.
"Mom! Mom! Don't leave me. Xiaobao will be good. Xiaobao will never talk nonsense again."
The little boy cried with tears all over his face and carefully held his mother's head in his arms.
Su Qiao frowned slightly, took out a small paper bag from his backpack, and fed two pills into the woman's mouth.
Then he pinched her wrist and probed, then opened her eyes and took a look.
He shook his head with some regret: "The poison has entered his internal organs. There is no hope for recovery."
If I had taken her antidote pills when I was first poisoned, I would probably still be alive.
The woman seemed to have known about her situation for a long time and was not surprised at all.
She stroked her son's thin little hand, which was only bone left, and warned him carefully: "Xiaobao... Mommy... Mommy may not be able to accompany you anymore, so remember what Mommy told you."
Xiaobao wiped his tears hastily, shrugged his nose, and nodded vigorously:
"Mom, Xiaobao remembers everything that mom said. Xiaobao will remember it in his heart and will never forget it. Mom, please don't abandon Xiaobao."
At the end of the story, the little boy who pretended to be strong couldn't help but shed tears.
"Don't cry, little treasure. A real man... sheds blood... but not tears."
The woman knew that she didn't have much time left, so she looked at Su Qiao pleadingly: "Miss... Miss, can I... can I talk to you alone... can I talk to you for a few words?"
"Okay." Su Qiao hesitated for a moment and signaled Ji Hanfeng to take the little boy away.