Gao Yuan didn't mention what happened just now. He touched Gong Xue's boy's head, but she shook it off unwillingly. He smiled and took out a letter from his pocket.
The moment Gong Xue saw the envelope, her eyes lit up.
Familiar handwriting has appeared countless times in my mind and dreams.
It's dad's handwriting.
"Your parents and I are in the same army, you can call me uncle, or call me Gao Yuan." He said with a smile.
She already knows.
Because he was mentioned in dad's letter.
plateau.
It is to visit our elders on behalf of our father and mother.
Although he didn't look much older than the guard in the security company, she still politely called, "Uncle" after closing the letter.
She folded the letter very carefully, stuffed it into the envelope, and put it in the innermost layer of her schoolbag.
Su Lianlian faintly woke up.
"Well...."
Rubbing her waist, which was sore from the stump, she stared at the two people in front of her in horror.
She knew both of them.
Although one of them was a new acquaintance, she felt inexplicably at ease.
Remember something.
"Ah---------" Su Lianlian was startled, covering her mouth and looking around.
Gong Xue patted the fallen leaves on her butt and stood up first.
"They're gone, stop barking."
Su Lianlian wanted to stand up, but she was really frightened before and her body was still weak.
A pair of bronze palms helped her.
Her face was red, she lowered her head and said, "Thank you."
Gao Yuan also stood up and was about to walk out with them when he suddenly stopped and grabbed Gong Xue, who was on his chest.
"Your hand is injured?"
Gong Xue followed his gaze and looked down, and found that there was a cut of more than an inch on her right hand near the back of her hand. The blood had already solidified, but maybe because she had exerted some force when she stood up, the wound began to bleed again.
"What to do, what to do..." Su Lianlian was dizzy with blood, her face was pale, she covered her mouth, and was spinning around in panic.
How could it be that serious?
Compared to the last time the wound on my leg was cut by an ice pendant, it's a little smaller, okay?
Gong Xue planned to withdraw her hands from Gao Yuan and solve the problem herself.
But he wouldn't let it.
The gentle palm wrapped her bloody little hand and led her directly out of the dark poplar forest.
In the huge playground, the street lights are already on.
"No, uncle, I can handle it myself." She emphasized that she could, but he didn't look back at her at all.
Snow that has not been trampled on is relatively pure.
He knelt on one knee in the snow and concentrated on cleaning her wounds with snow water.
The stimulation of ice makes the pain less obvious.
Gong Xue frowned and remained silent.
While treating the wound, he would occasionally look up at her.
His overly serious face was vaguely reflected in his dark eyes sinking into the water.
Her fingertips were delicate, and when she held them, a special coolness flowed along her fingers, arms, shoulders, and blood vessels, and flowed all the way into his heart.
Her eyes reminded him of pure glaciers; and the feeling of holding her hand reminded him of the refreshing sour plum soup in summer.
No matter what kind of touch, from beginning to end, she never made a sound.
Su Lianlian looked at them, squatted down, and handed over a white handkerchief. "New, I haven't used it."
Gao Yuan took it and praised her with a smile, "Good girl."
I didn't expect that a soldier's fingers could make such a beautiful bow.
There was no trace of the wound at all, and the handkerchief also played a beautifying role, making her look a bit like Su Lianlian.