The hostility was dissipating, and the emotion was growing. Some people who had been avoiding her began to gather around her, moving the wounded, cleaning the wound, and delivering medicine with cloth...
On the wharf square, the sound of wailing, cursing, and panic gradually disappeared, replaced by a tense and orderly rescue atmosphere. Feng Zhiwei gave a wink, and someone automatically stepped forward to help. The government, the people, the imperial guards, and the tripartite forces , after an unfriendly welcoming ceremony, because of a disaster, they actually achieved seamless cooperation for the first time.
The coddled students of Qingming Academy rolled up their sleeves and joined the team after watching for a while. Yao Yangyu lay on the stretcher and loudly ordered Feng Zhiwei's guards to help the doctor on his own initiative.
In the face of a disaster, the hearts of people who are usually divided are more likely to come closer because of compassion. Feng Zhiwei washed her blood-stained hands in the basin, looked at the busy crowd everywhere, and felt a little emotion in her heart .
The moonlight rose faintly, and after a whole day of effective treatment, the square had returned to calm, only the faint groans from the tent floating in the sea and sky.
Feng Zhiwei hadn't rested yet, she was wandering around in the square, there was chaos during the day, dozens of people were killed and hundreds were injured, not many were actually killed or injured, but quite a few died due to panic and stampede. Zhiwei was worried that the chaotic squeeze would squeeze some people into gaps that would not be noticed.
The broken clothes left by the wounded in the square trembled in the wind, as if a pair of hands were silently evoking souls, and a cold moon reflected pools of blood everywhere. Walking sadly and slowly, picking up some items from time to time, gold lock pieces, purses, embroidered bags... those souvenirs full of love from family and lover, now there is no owner to cherish.
Gu Nanyi followed behind her, he didn't know what Feng Zhiwei was thinking, he just felt that the back in front looked a little lonely, with thin shoulders, and the moonlight seemed to be too heavy to bear.
He suddenly took a step forward, and put the thing that had been hanging in the crook of his arm on Feng Zhiwei's shoulder.
Feng Zhiwei only felt her shoulders suddenly sinking, something heavy was pressing on her, she almost thought it was an assassin, when she turned her head and saw that Young Master Gu pressed an extra half piece of tent cloth that he had been holding on to her shoulder .
What is this doing? Feng Zhiwei grabbed the corner of the tent, raised her eyebrows and asked him with eyes.
Young Master Gu stood there without moving, and Feng Zhiwei was surprised to find that his eyes behind the veil seemed to have turned - didn't he always look at people directly, or look down at the ground one foot and three inches in front of him?
It seems impossible to get an answer from Young Master Gu, Feng Zhiwei sighed, wondering if Young Master Gu told her to set up a tent? Suddenly he heard Young Master Gu speak.
"It's not cold when you wear it."
Feng Zhiwei was stunned again, and it took him a while to realize—was he afraid that she would be cold
Is he helping her put on "clothes"
She stood there in a daze, clutching the heavy and airtight tent cloth, not knowing how to react for a moment, feeling a little sour in her heart, thinking in a daze that this seemed to be the first time Gu Nanyi had clearly expressed something like "caring" mood.
He has always cared about her life and death, but in her feeling, this caring is more like an imposed task, and he just executes it rigidly, like eating walnuts or eight pieces of meat, do it, no reason.
At the beginning of the acquaintance, he kicked her out of bed, made her sleep on the bed, and threw her unsatisfactory clothes in the toilet. Even if he was protecting her, he often grabbed her with heavy hands and didn't know how to restrain himself. intensity.
When did Hongmeng open up and penetrate this ray of bright sky
And who is that sacred, wielding the blade of spiritual wisdom to cut through the many shadows covering his chaotic life
The moonlight was cool, the square was silent, and the voice was distant and indistinct in the faint smoke. She and him faced each other silently in the autumn night wind.
After a long time, she pulled the tent cloth tightly around her body, as if it was really a cloak, and said with a smile, "Well, it's very warm..."
Young Master Gu nodded in satisfaction, he also felt very warm, looked very warm.
Feng Zhiwei was worried, how could she walk with this tent and cloak
After a few steps, Gu Nanyi's ears moved suddenly, and Feng Zhiwei noticed it immediately.
In front, there is a pile of sundries, such as pot nets and sea vegetables commonly used by fishermen. A faint sound came from under those sundries.
Feng Zhiwei stepped forward in three steps and two steps, pushed aside the sundries, and took a deep breath.
Under the net of the basin, a young woman died there, with her back turned outward, half of her body curled up in a strange arc, a basin was placed under her abdomen, and a child was crying softly in the basin.
Obviously, the woman was squeezed to death by crowds during the chaos, but she kept the child under her body all the time. She was afraid that she would crush the child when she fell, so she not only used her back to withstand the crowd, but also put the child on the ground. into the basin.
The basin was not small, if she could have covered herself with the basin at that time, she must have escaped with her life, but she must have been seriously injured and lost her strength, so she could only choose to save the child.
Looking at the pot, Feng Zhiwei's eyes were slightly moist.
The mother of the world, the mother of the world, is ordinary and almost trivial, but only when there are difficulties and dangers can the strength of deep love surpass life and death.
She picked up the child, and the child was really unharmed, but was crying from hunger, but he didn't have the strength to cry. Once he was picked up, he immediately used his tender fingers to tightly hook her hand.
Feng Zhiwei couldn't help smiling, and put her face on his cheek that could be easily broken, and wrapped him up with tent cloth.
In this bag, it was found that the child was dressed very delicately, with a low-key luxury. There was no writing on the gold lock piece around the neck, but it was inlaid with a huge obsidian gemstone. The end of the gemstone was dark purple and radiant.
Looking at the dead woman again, she was dressed in ordinary clothes, without any jewelry, Feng Zhiwei felt a little doubt in her heart, could it be that she was not the child's mother
If you are not a mother, how can you do this step
This cleat is too precious, she thought about it, took it off and put it away.
Holding the child in his arms, he immediately stopped crying, and happily sucked his fingers, Feng Zhiwei raised the narrow heart, and stuffed the child into Young Master Gu's arms.