Just when Nian Bing and Zhuang Jiachuan were made ashamed by those strong wooden bars, Feng Qianqian in the tent lost control for a while, and quickly suppressed his emotions and gradually stopped crying.
It's just that some things are bearable, and some things are unbearable.
The pink stained by the collapse and crying on the face has not faded, but it gradually turns red due to the changes in the body.
Feng Qianqian lowered her head, talking in a rambunctious manner, almost pulling the thin blanket covering her body into a ball, and then she roughly expressed her meaning clearly.
Ning Chuyang didn't feel anything, as early as the two days when Feng Qianqian was in a coma, he and Ni Jinghe had never seen anything.
When they were all over in a coma, they helped scrub and changed their clothes, but now such a small request in a waking state is not a problem.
After a few words of reassurance, Ning Chuyang left the tent and came back with a pot from under a tree farther away.
After entering the tent, Ning Chuyang pulled up the zipper of the tent, took a bag and pressed down the zipper head, and then reached out to lift Feng Qianqian's quilt familiarly.
Feng Qianqian's face was flushed, she didn't know where the strength came from, and she held Ning Chuyang down: "I'll do it myself..."
Ning Chuyang can understand that a sober girl is shy about such things, but... two legs can't move, how can she do it by herself...
It's just that the stubbornness on Feng Qianqian's face was too much, Ning Chuyang thought about it, and thought it would be better to let Feng Qianqian hit the south wall by himself.
Sure enough, when Ning Chuyang turned his back, there was the sound of pots moving on the ground behind him, and the rustling of quilts and clothes for a long time, but the sound that should have never appeared.
Counting the time was almost up, Ning Chuyang said hello, and turned around without waiting for Feng Qianqian to say anything.
Almost at the same time, there was a hula sound, and a gust of wind blowing the thin quilt hit Ning Chuyang's face.
Ning Chuyang pretended not to see the quilt that had just been covered, nor did he see the tightly knit hands on the quilt.
"The toilet in the bathing hut prepared for the guests has been smashed. There is a pit for the program crew. You can't stand still." Ning Chuyang straightened the basin that was tilted to the side, and looked at the pair that was tightly pressed under the quilt. The upper hand softened his voice, "I helped you when you were unconscious before. It's okay, it's just the two of us here, don't be afraid."
Feng Qianqian lowered her head, her hands on the quilt were trembling slightly.
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Ning Chuyang frowned, pressed his fingers on the edge of the basin slightly, and the basin thumped on the ground.
Feng Qianqian still didn't say anything.
Ning Chuyang is a pampered person, even though he has a good heart, his patience is mediocre. After all the troubles this morning, her friendliness was almost overdrawn.
"Let me tell you, just now you were thinking about being finished. You are not afraid of death, but you are afraid of being seen. It's not that I haven't seen it before. They are all women. Why are you nervous?" Ning Chuyang rolled up his sleeves, " All right, my duck, you choose, now obediently let me help you. Or if you can’t hold back for a while, I’ll help you again. Who told me I’m a hardworking duck breeder.”
"You..." Feng Qianqian was so annoyed that her shame was overwhelmed, she couldn't help but raised her head, and saw that Ning Chuyang had already raised his chin, as if I was just doing it, what can you do to me, I couldn't help but relax.
How else can I choose? It’s okay to be in a coma, but when I’m awake, I have to bother someone to scrub it, so I can’t be a human being!
And... How could I get it on my body when I was awake...
In fact, Feng Qianqian just needs some time to adapt to this world that has been dazed for two or three days as if the sky has changed, to get used to a body that can't do anything with both legs disabled, to think clearly about what should be done, is it right? Go on or give up.
But Ning Chuyang...
Really domineering.
When it comes to pissing people off, people who are really dead will be enraged and jump up.
Everything he did was for his own good, Feng Qianqian was angry for a long time, but in the end he still wanted to say thank you...
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Of the two in the tent, one had to do it, and the other had to do it.
Song Shiyue, who was just lying down, felt a little embarrassed when he heard the sound next to him.
But in fact, thinking about it, this is not a big deal, the end of the world is much more embarrassing than this. Or after coming to this world, he was more contaminated with the atmosphere of normal people.
It's just that Song Shiyue was reassured, but the embarrassment that followed did not let her go at all.
Feng Qianqian was willing to cooperate, but Ning Chuyang kept his mouth shut. After helping people solve the problem, Ning Chuyang went out to wash the dishes, and when he passed by Yu Nianbing and Zhuang Jiachuan, he remembered something.
While Yu Nianbing was grinding the wooden stick, Ning Chuyang leaned over and said in a low voice, "I just helped Feng Qianqian solve it, Mr. Yu looked at Song Shiyue..."
One duck is released, and two ducks are also released. Ning Chuyang doesn't mind it, but she hasn't forgotten that there seemed to be something between Yu Nianbing and Song Shiyue before. They won't do anything silently and get slapped in the face.
Yu Nianbing, who was hanging on the wood with all his heart, couldn't understand Ning Chuyang's words for a while.
Even Ning Chuyang waved the basin as a gesture, but he couldn't arouse Yu Nianbing's sympathy.
What kind of resonance can there be? After all, Song Shiyue has never had such a need.
However, Ning Chuyang didn't know that the audience on Starnet didn't know anything because of the long double mosaic in the bathroom every night.
"It's been a long time since last night. Do you need to take a look at Song Shiyue's place, or wash it?" Ning Chuyang whispered again next to Nian Bing's ear. Although there seemed to be no strange smell in the tent, Ning Chuyang felt that it was necessary to pay attention to it after such a long time, otherwise it would be too difficult for Song Shiyue.
Yu Nianbing: "..."
In Ning Chuyang's heart, Yu Nianbing didn't know how difficult it was for Song Shiyue. She only knew that it was really difficult for her.
"Let me do it." Yu Nianbing put down the wood in his hand, walked to Zhuang Jiachuan and said, "Mr. Zhuang, please help me carry Song Shiyue to my tent again?"
There is nothing wrong with it.
Ning Chuyang understands, Feng Qianqian is awake, the more people around this matter, the more embarrassing it will be.
Although the three tents are closed geographically, they are not completely attached to one place.
But just to be on the safe side, Yu Nianbing took the basin she used to wipe Song Shiyue's body at night, filled it with water and entered the tent.
It's just... After closing the tent door, Yu Nianbing reached out and touched Song Shiyue, and it was all done.
These days and nights are not needed...
Yu Nianbing knew that this must be abnormal, just like Song Shiyue's strength.
When chopping wood in the morning, with the same stone knife and wood, just like what Zhuang Jiachuan said, Yu Nianbing also had a good time feeling the gap between her and Song Shiyue, it was like a cloud and mud.
These abnormalities may be related to Song Shiyue's coma, maybe Song Shiyue's secret, or even a secret that Song Shiyue himself doesn't quite understand.
Yu Nianbing had no intention of exploring, but he didn't want others to know.
Ning Chuyang's reminder just now made Yu Nianbing realize that he was still too careless.
Beside him was Song Shiyue who was still dry, and in front of him was a basin with only cold water.
Ning Chuyang is careful, some things are inconvenient for her to know, so the only way to do it is to turn the fake into something that even she believes in, so that there will be no omissions.
Thinking so, Yu Nianbing went out with a water basin, and opened the incubator at the entrance of the tent next to it.
In the incubator, there were several pots and jars of clean hot water that Yu Nianbing and Zhuang Jiachuan cooked in the morning while chopping wood.
Yu Nianbing took out a can and mixed half of it into the basin.
The intermittent sound of water sounded, and Ning Chuyang poked his head out of the tent beside him, and mouthed to Yu Nianbing who was close at hand: "Will you wash?"
Yu Nianbing nodded, and went back with a basin of warm water.
Sure enough, for girls, it is easy to pay attention to details.
It's like this kind of hot day, if you want to wipe your body, you always have to use some warm water.
When it comes to details, the breath of the person who has been wiped will always be different from the person who has not been wiped.
Yu Nianbing, who has made up his mind and is going to do a full set of acting, doesn't mind scrubbing Song Shiyue twice a day.
Of course, how Song Shiyue felt when he was suddenly put on the chopping board at noon was another matter.
In the tent, the sound of sparse water rang for a while.
In the other tent, Feng Qianqian waited for Zhuang Jiachuan to send Song Shiyue back for a long time, and couldn't help but ask Ning Chuyang who was packing his things with his backpack upside down in the tent.
However, there are some things that are better not asked than asked.
The question is... "The ducks are being washed next door, you have to do the same next time if you are disobedient."
Feng Qianqian, who was clearly doing well now, was choked with anger, and endured it for a few times before asking about the current situation in the camp.
With this question, Ning Chuyang temporarily stopped what he was doing.
"As I said before, now I, Teacher Yu, and Teacher Zhuang, I will take care of you today and help them fight. They dug up the incubator in the morning, and now our three tents have also gathered together. They Sharpening the wood, I will go to work together later, we are going to make a fence. Didn’t it mean that the protective cover is gone, we must make some defensive facilities. In this way, when they go to the next mountain to find food tomorrow, I will be alone with the two of you Staying in the camp, you can be safer." Ning Chuyang was snarky, hoping that Feng Qianqian would have a little desire to survive, at least now he could pay attention to the situation in the camp, which was better than she didn't eat or drink before. It's better to turn your head and close your eyes, as if the world can end without seeing or listening, so you can tell their situation in detail.
"Sharpen the wood?" Feng Qianqian grasped a point that he didn't seem to understand.
"Just sharpen the wood to make a fence." Ning Chuyang said, got up and said, "Wait a minute."
After finishing speaking, Ning Chuyang stepped out of the tent, and came in with a wooden stick that was almost waist-length.
"Look, that's it." Ning Chuyang showed the wooden stick in his hand, carefully preventing the pointed end from poking the tent.
"Did Song Shiyue's stone knife be ground?" Feng Qianqian thought for a while, "Will it take a lot of time to grind like this? The fence will be ready before tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Ning Chuyang nodded, "I sharpened two of them this morning, and the other two are almost ready. I'm also going out to sharpen them now. It should be fine to use a stone without a stone knife."
Feng Qianqian didn't need to calculate carefully, but he knew that it would be impossible to fix the fence today. Not to mention today, such uniform and smooth pointed wooden sticks are used as fence materials, and it may not be ready after two days of preparation.
Ning Chuyang said that he was going to leave now, but was stopped by Feng Qianqian. After a sentence, he listened honestly for a while.
Afterwards, Ning Chuyang praised Feng Qianqian for two full minutes without hesitation, his face turned red, and he was so embarrassed that he was about to hit someone with his clothes, and then he smiled and left with the wooden stick tent.
Feng Qianqian's idea was quickly approved by the other two.
The three gave up and continued to search for sticks and branches that met the required height and width. After relaxing the standards, they soon collected more sticks and branches of different lengths and thicknesses.
The position of the fire was relocated, and there was a more spacious place, and the found sticks and branches were aligned at one end, and placed in the fire, only one end was burned.
After calculating the time, before it was completely burned, it was pulled out from thin to thick, poured water, scraped off the burnt part of the outer layer of the head with a stone knife, and then polished it a little, and it became a sharp stick.
Finally, pass through the fire uniformly, and dry up the moisture in the fresh wooden sticks and branches, and it will be a stick with a sufficiently hard pointed tip.
The long ones are used as fences, and the short ones are kept. After a while, a circle of traps can be dug outside the fence and inserted in.
I also searched for slender horizontal branches as the horizontal part of the fence, gave up the vines that are more inconvenient to tie knots, and chose the bark peeled off from the twigs as ropes to help the fence. This is not only convenient for binding, but also saves the time of cutting off the vines again and again.
Feng Qianqian didn't have painkillers, and couldn't sleep, so she begged Ning Chuyang to call Zhuang Jiachuan to move her outside, put some things on her, and just leaned against a tree, watching them looking back and forth. Wood burns wood and cuts wood, while helping them peel the bark.
The branches for Feng Qianqian were all specially picked by Ning Chuyang, and the branches and leaves that needed to be broken off with force were removed, just one by one, and the bark could be torn off slowly.
In fact, it is not enough to need people even for serious injuries. Ning Chuyang just thinks that Feng Qianqian is willing to come out to have a look.
In fact, Feng Qianqian is not like what she said, a burden that is useless and can only waste food.
At least the suggestion she gave shortened the construction period of their defense project too much, and even added an extra layer of defense, which was really useful.
Poor Song Shiyue, because Yu Nianbing was always looking forward to her waking up, and couldn't tell anyone who was watching her in the tent, so he was also moved out in the afternoon, and a small mattress was laid beside Feng Qianqian. lie down. Lying until late at night, the people outside tied the last wooden fence by the dim light of the fire, and then went back with the disappointed Yu Nianbing.
Song Shiyue couldn't calculate the time accurately, and couldn't see the sky outside. She could only infer from the temperature difference and the words of others that the time was getting later and later.
In fact, it was late, and Song Shiyue didn't really want to go back.
After all, the time is getting late, the sky is getting late, and the daily late night wash... is coming...
In fact, in order to meet the deadline, Yu Nianbing and the others did finish very late today.
It was almost midnight when everyone took turns to use some water and asked Zhuang Jiachuan to carry him into the bathroom again.
No matter how late it was, Yu Nianbing would insist on washing his body every day, even if he had already washed himself at noon.
The person she was facing was Song Shiyue, even though Yu Nianbing had already washed it several times, and after peeling off the layers, her heartbeat still accelerated, and her face was scorching hot.
It's just that Yu Nianbing wasn't the only one whose face was hot this time.
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Author (code word ing): Of course, how Song Shiyue feels when he is suddenly put on the chopping board at noon is another matter.
Song Shiyue (breaking fingers): How should I say it, tell me something, do you dare to tell me what it is and what it is? ? ?
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Yu Nianbing: I'm sorry, my technique is not good, so I'll go first.
Song Shiyue: No, your skills are very good!
Yu Nianbing: ...
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