Arnold felt that she had had a very long dream, just like when Luo Chen was guarding her when she had a high fever. She dreamed a lot, almost everything that happened when she was a child. However, this time, she opened her eyes to
When I opened my eyes, what I saw was not the snow-white ward but the snow-white tent roof. What I saw next to me was not Luo Chen but real gold.
Yes, she was still not used to it after traveling for three years. Now that she was in the Mongolian military camp, she was even more unaccustomed. She tried her best to get up, but she had no strength at all in her little arms.
Zhenjin, who seemed to be about to fall asleep, suddenly woke up and saw the little baby trying to get up. "Don't move, I'll get you some water." Before he finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the desk.
There was a small stove. There was an iron kettle on the stove, with boiling water inside. He poured a cup skillfully, then brought it over and put it on the small table next to the bed. "Are you awake yet?"
Arnold nodded, "Thank you." It was okay not to speak, but when he did, he was startled. Is this her voice? The thick nasal voice turned so hoarse, like a broken wooden quilt that was not sharp at all.
The saw blade cuts the same.
Zhenjin showed a rude smile, stretched out his hand to wrap her up in a blanket and held her in his arms, "I'll feed you some water."
Arnold actually didn't like being held by him like this, but she really didn't have any strength in her body. Seeing the fatigue on his face, she seemed to understand what happened. "Am I sick?"
"Well, I'm sick, very sick." Zhenjin brought the water to her mouth and fed her little by little.
The lips seemed less dry after being moistened by the warm water, and the fire in the throat seemed to be extinguished a lot. "More."
Zhenjin put her on the bed and quickly poured another glass.
After drinking three glasses of water, Arnold felt better and her body seemed to have regained some strength. She struggled twice and found that the thick arms held her so tightly. "Let me get down."
"You're still sick. I can't let you go down now. Be good and be obedient and rest for a while." Zhenjin put her on the bed and tucked her in.
"Uncle, can you please send Arnold home? Arnold doesn't want to be here. Arnold misses his mother and father." She looked at Zhenjin expectantly with her big eyes. He was pretty good to her. If she begged
Will he be willing to send her back?
Zhenjin couldn't bear to turn his head, stood up and left the tent. He didn't want to see her pleading eyes. If he just kidnapped her because he liked her at first sight, then he absolutely couldn't let her go now.
Once she left the military camp, she might be killed immediately. But facing that expectant look, he didn't want to deceive her.
The tent suddenly became very quiet, and Arnold lay on the bed without moving. Although she was sick, she still vaguely felt that someone was taking care of her.
Closing her eyes, she seemed to be back in the dream she just had. At that time, she had not yet come to this era, and she and Luo Chen planned to have a big dinner together after her performance. After knowing that she had an accident, I don’t know what Luo Chen did.
So done.
She has never been like this since she came here, and she feels so sad that she wants to cry. She used to be strong, but now she is fragile.