You can hear the sharpness of his teeth from the sound, even the breath of blood and flesh.
Sometimes the voice is very calm and gentle, like the negotiator who is calm and calm at the negotiating table.
But more often it is crying, begging for mercy, pain and fear.
Xiao Moluan put his cheek in one hand and watched him churn.
When his voice gradually weakened, he got up and looked for anti-fever medicine for him.
Then he fell asleep.
The room fell silent, except for the crackling of firewood and the sound of clocks.
The little boy on the bed fell asleep for a day, and Xiao Moluan sat by the stove for a day.
He only woke up when the Tianma was dark.
Xiao Moluan stood up and walked to the bed, looking at him condescendingly.
The boy was dumbfounded, and said with a hoarse voice: "Little sister, thank you for saving me."
"Your face is very beautiful." Xiao Moluan said, after thinking about it, "Your voice is also very good."
The little boy was taken aback for a moment, and smiled, his smile was like winter sunshine, not warm but dispelled the cold.
He stood up with his arm supported and found two wounds wrapped in thick bandages.
Then, he saw his right leg--
"you……"
"You let me save you." Xiao Moluan said.
The little boy got up and sat down against the wall.
Because of his illness, his fair face was flushed, and he breathed slightly.
He said, "Little sister, this..."
"My name is Mo Luan."
The boy tilted his head, "Why isn't it called Feng?"
Xiao Moluan was taken aback for a moment, she had never thought about this problem, and she didn't understand why he said that.
The little boy nodded his eyes, smiled warmly and cheerfully, "You have a pair of very beautiful phoenix eyes."
Xiao Moluan still wondered how to answer before coming out.
The boy with a bright smile said again, "Fengluan sounds good."
Xiao Moluan looked at her, pretending to be cold, "Do you have any comments on my name?"
"Flutter."
The boy covered his mouth and laughed, leaning forward and backward with a smile, and accidentally hit his back against the wall.
He hissed in pain, and sweat immediately oozes from his forehead.
Xiao Moluan looked at him coldly, and the word deserved was clearly written in his beautiful Fengyan eyes.
When the boy saw it, he wanted to laugh again.
However, the wound on his back was really painful, and he was uglier to laugh than to cry.
Xiao Moluan looked at him for a while and asked, "Do you also have a back injury?"
The boy nodded and said, "There are pinch wounds, tongs burns, and knife wounds... the burn was from the day before yesterday, and the knife was wounded this morning."
He moved his back, "It hurts."
Xiao Moluan moved his eyes and asked, "Who did it?"
"my mother."
The boy didn't conceal anything, Mo Luan said all the questions he didn't ask.
"My mother has a mental problem, so she would let me vent when she got sick, but fortunately, I have escaped."
He smiled and looked at Mo Luan, "Xiao Fengluan, thank you, I will repay your life-saving grace in the future."
Look at his smile, look at the wounds all over his body.
At that time, Mo Luan really couldn't figure it out. He was already so embarrassed, so miserable, how could he smile so brightly.
... This beautiful little brother is so strange.
He stayed in the cabin for three days, and the heavy snow stopped the next day.
Even if he didn't go home, Xiao Mo Luan would do his daily homework.
To the left of the cabin is a cliff. Her homework today is to climb up and down again without ropes, only with the help of a dagger and climbing shoes.
When she left, she didn't talk to the little brother Meiren.