Then, like yesterday, Hughes slid down the tree nimbly.
Gong Zihua sat on a high tree with wide eyes. He couldn't climb the tree and couldn't get down. But obviously that guy had no intention of helping? Who told him to steal someone else's steamed buns just now?
Gong Zihua looked at the high distance under her feet, moved to the edge of the branch in slow motion, and imitated Hughes's movements to slide down.
"Oh-"
Halfway through the slide, his body was bruised so much that he missed a grip and fell down.
Fortunately, there is soft soil and grass underneath...
Gong Zihua's butt landed, and the corners of her mouth were twisted in pain, grinning.
Gong Zihua rubbed his sore buttocks and found that Hughes just glanced at him lightly and ignored him, then turned around and walked into the grass nearby. The big military bag was still placed under the tree.
Gong Zihua knew that Hughes must have gone to pee, and he couldn't hold it in. When he saw that he was alone, he settled on the spot. He was afraid that if he left, Hughes would disappear when he came back.
When Hughes came back, he saw Miyako Hua squatting in front of a tree with his butt sticking out, holding something in his military bag.
The footsteps made a rustling sound on the ground.
Gong Zihua realized something and turned around to see Hughes, who was always so calm - with an expressionless face and no words.
Gong Zihua blushed and said, "This is for you."
"..."
Mong Zihua was taking something out of his military bag and stuffing it into Hughes's bag, "Here you go too, here you go..."
He wanted to eat two steamed buns for nothing and was afraid of being resented.
He treasured all the military bags he carried on his shoulders no matter how hard or tiring he was along the way, and now he finally picked out a few items and stuffed them into Hughes' bag.
Hughes' cold figure came over and took his bag away.
His military bag was already very full. He had robbed a lot of things along the way. He had to organize them every time and sift out redundant and useless tools to reduce the burden.
When he saw Mong Zihua actually stuffing the hammer into his bag, a look of unbearable pain flashed in the corner of his eyes.
Hughes took out the hammer and was about to throw it away, but Gong Zihua looked like he was reluctant to part with his biggest treasure: "If it's not enough, I have more."
As he spoke, he took out a folding Swiss Army knife.
Hughes glanced at him with a bewildered expression, deeply afraid that Gong Zihua would take out a dumbbell and hand it to him in the next second.
He pressed the bag, struggled to pull up the already bulging bag, put it on his shoulders and started on the road.
Gong Zihua also hurriedly pulled up her bag and followed after him.
The fall just now made his butt hurt, and he staggered when he walked... Fortunately, he stuffed a few tools into Hughes, and his military bag lost a lot of weight.
In fact, Mong Zihua could just throw away the military bag, because he didn't understand the meaning of the tool bag at all, and he didn't understand why he had to carry it.
…
After walking for most of the day, they were not lucky today. The teammates they met along the way also had no food.
It’s no wonder that when we set out on the first day, many people kept food and were reluctant to eat it. Today is the third day and no one can leave any food.
Gong Zihua kept thinking about the two steamed buns. He felt strange, why didn't Hughes eat anything?
Hughes stopped occasionally, took off the wine bottle from his waist, and ate a few drunken shrimps to replenish energy...
If he had known that Gong Zihua was a good loser, he would probably regret saving him.