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Wanqi tribe.
"Uncle Weng, you are too polite! Isn't this costing you too much!" Fusang looked at the dishes on the table. Although they were not delicacies, just ordinary dishes from ordinary people, they felt that they were extremely delicious.
The food at Dragon Palace was indeed good, but too refined, so sometimes Fuso would run to the cliffs to find some weeds to spice up the food for herself.
"Miss Hai, as I said, the old man's family has nothing special to entertain you, but these vegetables are all cultivated by the family, and the livestock are also raised by the family. They are all natural and pollution-free, so you can feel free to eat them!" Uncle Weng asked everyone to sit down.
Down.
While Fusang was envious of this family, her heart felt warm. It was great to have a family. The family lived happily together. Even if they were just living an ordinary life, it was better than being alone and dreaming of glory and wealth.
Seeing this scene, Fusang became more determined to return to Haicheng. Anyway, he had already left the Dragon Palace, and perhaps he could find his way back to Haicheng from here.
As for Feng Teng, Fusang lowered his eyes slightly. There were so many flowers and beauties around him, so what if she was missing? But whenever she thought of the promise Feng Teng had made to her, no matter where she went, he would follow her, Fusang's heart ached.
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She is here, but where is Feng Teng?
He smiled mockingly to himself, maybe he still didn't know that he had come out of the Dragon Palace.
"Hai maiden, Hai maiden?" Looking at the absent-minded Fusang, Luo Yin called out twice.
"Well!" Fusang raised his head, put away his so-called loneliness, and showed a bright smile,
"Let's eat! I've been away from home for more than a month, and I haven't had such good food for a long time!" After saying that, Fusang began to pick up vegetables without any politeness at all, stuffing them into his mouth one by one.
Relieve her uneasy mood.
Uncle Weng smiled brightly and smoothed out his beard.
“Eat more if you like it!”
Uncle Weng saw that this child Fusang had some aura and was very similar to his grandson Yanzhi, and he liked him from the bottom of his heart, but Yanzhi didn't think so. He ate the food carelessly, focusing entirely on Fusang.
"Miss Hai, how old are you this year?"
"Uncle Weng, please don't call me Miss Hai. Just call me Fusang. I am sixteen this year and will be seventeen in two months!"
"Ah, our Yanzhi is just one year younger than you!" Luo Yin said with a smile.
Fusang glanced at the young and energetic Luo Yin and smiled a little.
"Uncle Weng, my father is much older than your son. I am the youngest in the family, and I have two sisters. Your son looks about the same age as my eldest sister!"
"Grandpa, people praise you for being strong and healthy! You didn't have a father until you were old." Yanzhi interjected coolly from the side.
When Fusang, who was chewing vegetable leaves, heard this, he was so surprised that he bit his tongue, which made him burst into tears.
Oh my god, is this what a kid said?
Yanzhi gloated and buried himself in his meal, while Uncle Weng and Luo Yin looked a little embarrassed. This child knew a lot at such a young age.
After dinner, Fusang basked in the moonlight in the yard and admired the stars. Looking up at the stars in the Dragon Palace, she always felt that she was very close to the sky, as if she could reach out and touch the night sky. That feeling was so unreal.
"Fusang!" Luo Yin moved a stool and sat down next to Fusang, followed closely by Yanzhi.
Fuso looked at Yanzhi's serious expression and found it funny. This was the first time she encountered someone treating her as a bad person or even a spy! Although it was quite novel, was she so hateful?
"Brother Luo Yin!" After the meal, everyone became familiar with each other, and even the names were changed.
"Our tribe is either very quiet or very lively at night, but either way is full of infinite charm." Luo Yin introduced Fusang,
"Like now, if you listen carefully, can you hear a lot of insects? It's like playing music!"
Fusang held her breath and listened attentively. The thin and rhythmic calls indeed sounded like a very rhythmic melody.
"Tomorrow happens to be our tribe's bonfire banquet. It's really lively and will definitely be something you will never forget."
Fusang held her chin and smiled as she listened to Luo Yin talking so proudly about his tribe. This was probably the so-called sense of belonging. Just like her, even if she didn't hate Dragon Palace, it was not home after all, so she thought about it heartily.
It’s still Haicheng.
Yanzhi carefully observed Fusang's every frown and smile, and his frown gradually relaxed. Maybe he was really overthinking.
On this night with the summer breeze, Fusang and Luo Yin chatted until late at night before going to bed.
But Fusang suddenly didn't know that in a certain corner, a pair of embarrassing and lively eyes had never left since she appeared in the yard.
That night, Fusang slept surprisingly soundly and woke up at dawn.
The sky is white, and when you look at the mountains, you are surrounded by a slightly orange halo, giving you a pure and natural atmosphere.
Fusang took a deep breath, moved his body and walked out.
In this mountainous wilderness, villagers have already been working hard to cultivate the land. The morning sun shines on them, dragging away the long shadows.
This kind of scene feels like Fusang is back in Haicheng. Dad, Uncle Lu, and Brother Xiao are just like this. They often go to the fields early in the morning, and their shadows are also like this, but they are usually reflected by the setting sun.
Unconsciously, Fusang walked a little far away, but he could still see scattered villagers.
"Oh~Help, help~" Just as Fusang was about to walk back, a faint cry for help rang in his ears.
Fusang was shocked and listened carefully. Someone was indeed calling for help. He followed the sound and saw a boy lying on the ground in ragged clothes with blood pouring from his left calf. Fusang was shocked and ran immediately.
past,
"Don't move, don't move!"
Fuso frowned and examined the wound carefully. The wound was so deep that you could even see the bones. She didn't bring any medicine, and the child couldn't move casually. If the wound was pulled by any movement, it would be excruciating pain.
"Sister, my leg hurts so much, it hurts so much!" The boy who was holding on forcibly burst into tears after seeing Fusang.
"Be good, don't cry. My sister will save you." Fusang looked around. This was a forest, but there might not be any herbs with good curative effects. Fusang remembered that he picked some good herbs when he went down the mountain yesterday.
"If you keep patiently, I'll carry you to heal your wounds!" With that said, Fusang gently picked up the boy on his back.
Oh my god, this kid looks so thin and weak, but I didn’t expect that he would be so heavy when he carries it on his back.
Fusang comforted the boy and hurried back the way he came. If it was not treated in time, the child's left leg would probably be ruined.
Yanzhi, who had gotten up early today, saw Fusang hurried home with a child on his back, and his heart sank.
"What's going on?"
Seeing clearly the shocking injuries on the child's legs, Yan Zhi showed a rare trace of lack of composure.
"Looking at this wound, it must have been caused by a sharp weapon!" Fusang said, carrying the boy back into his house and digging out the medicine box. He was really lucky. He hurried out and brought a lot of first-aid medicine.
Last time, Dr. Bai specially taught me the hemostatic powder.
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