But he was huddled in the corner. Every time Qianqian felt sorry for him and signaled that he could come closer, he looked unconcerned and said that he was used to it and didn't feel cold at all.
In such a world of ice and snow, Qian Qian only felt warmer. After a few days, the two of them gradually became familiar with each other and could chat and so on.
"You are always alone, don't you feel lonely?"
Nan Meng was adding firewood to the campfire, and Qian Qian sat next to him and helped him bake his boots. The outside of the boots were all covered with snowflakes, which turned into water when exposed to fire. Just by looking at the traces of snow on the boots, you could tell what the climate was like outside.
How bad it is.
"I don't know what loneliness is, because I have never felt it. Don't look at the lifelessness now. When everything comes to life in spring, you will know what it means to be full of vitality. There are many animals and birds in this forest.
Some I will hunt and eat, and some I will starve to death without even touching them.”
As he spoke, his face seemed to glow with a strange light. This seemed to be the greatest joy in his life.
Qian Qian was full of curiosity about such a mysterious man, saying that he was an orphan. His heart was obviously full of strong emotions, but he didn't express them at the right time. He said that he was indifferent to the world, but Qian Qian saw it with his own eyes.
He slaughtered a wild boar in the woods. The wild boar had obviously given up resistance, but he killed it until its eyes were red. He stabbed the wild boar until it was completely unable to move before he stopped. The eyes were clearly full of hatred.
Also, if it is true that he grew up alone and helpless in the forest as he said, then who taught him how to speak and who taught him martial arts? Qian Qian is still very confident about this.
"What are you thinking? Why are you looking at me like this?" Like a child, her eyes were careless, which made Qian Qian feel embarrassed.
She waved her hands hastily, her face slightly red, and said: "It's nothing, I just feel that you are very good here...really very good."
The four small walls, the warm felt bag, and the warm fur bed make it a good place to heal for a person like Qian Qian who has experienced strong winds and waves and is already feeling very tired physically and mentally.
Nan Meng chuckled lightly and did not answer. He lowered his head and continued to add firewood. Today's dinner, fat pheasant soup, was still simmering on the campfire. The two of them chatted about interesting things in the forest, and Qian Qian listened with a smile most of the time.
, these are all unheard of, and Nanmeng always has a way to tell the calm stories vividly, many times Qian Qian almost fell down laughing.
The days passed peacefully, and soon, another two months passed, and the shallow injury was completely healed.
It was a sunny day when we went out. Nan Meng made Qian Qian a crutch, held it on Qian Qian, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that the wound on my leg will leave scars no matter what."
It was just a sigh that didn't require an answer, but Nan Meng looked at Qian Qian seriously...