He suddenly approached me very roughly and murmured in a low voice: "I love you, I love your pursuit, I love your selfishness, I love your fiery feelings, I love your ruthless coldness, if
If you want to ask me how deeply I love you, then I can tell you that I love you so much that I almost want to let go and walk to the ends of the earth with you. I love you so much that I almost want to do it with you right here."
Mian Tang kissed my forehead, and my pale skin gradually regained its color. I turned my head and kissed his face back. There was no longer any coldness, no more hesitation, and I was no longer weak and weak. As long as that gentle
Tang is here.
When I hugged Miantang's shoulders, I felt that he was strong. Then we started kissing, and I felt my heart jump to my throat. When my fingers were entangled with Miantang's hair, I felt that his heart was strong.
Beating vigorously.
Yes, this is definitely not a dream, I am alive!
I can feel his equally strong need, until finally, in this marriage-seeking, increasingly intense ecstasy, there are no more words and thoughts, only a union that transcends the soul, transcends time, and transcends the world.
He loved me, but I really didn't know it in the past, and would actually doubt the fact that I knew. I slightly curved the corners of my mouth, showing a lazy and proud smile, and slowly opened my eyes.
"Cat, you can sleep a little longer. You can sleep a little longer if you can. I'll find a place to make a fire and dry the clothes. These islands are not far from our place."
"No, I'll go with you." I struggled to stand up, and Na often put old clothes on me. I could still wear the one I was wearing, and I felt the wet sweater pressing heavily on me.
"No, you stay here." He said as he walked towards the steep sand dune. I gasped stupidly. I couldn't believe my eyes. His leg was injured, and his wound was wet by the sea water.
So white that there is no trace of blood.
When Na Miantang discovered the cabin, it looked shabby and dilapidated, and seemed unable to withstand the strong winds. But he knew that the cabins on these islands had experienced many years of use, and they all had kitchens inside, for example, where you could cook.
This is what we need.
He kicked open the door of the wooden house, and I walked behind him. I often found a shabby quilt in a small cabinet: "Cat, take off your clothes and wrap them in this."
He threw the quilt into my arms and said, "I'll light a fire right away."
There was only a dry quilt, so I pulled him: "No, don't move, your leg is injured again, I won't allow you to walk anymore, let's wrap it up together, and then find a way together." When I pulled away.
The quilt fell to the floor when he stretched out his arms.
He looked at me a little uncontrollably, and said jokingly: "Maomao, are you sure you want to wrap a quilt with me? Let me tell you, if this kind of thing happened during the war, after every battle, the men who could survive would pounce on me.
The woman they saw only used her body to prove that they were still alive. I don't dare to use you as an experiment, even if I have good control, I won't be able to control it."
His provocative words left me dumbfounded and speechless. But I still decided to share the same bed with him because he couldn't get hurt again.
"Go to sleep." His voice was full of tiredness, and it occurred to me that he had been waiting all night. I longed to put his head on my heart, caress it, and eliminate its fatigue.
Na Miantang looked at me, and I could almost hear the rustling sound of him rubbing his beard. Even in this dim room, his dark circles were clearly visible, his black hair was disheveled, and a bunch of uncombed hair stood on top of his head.
There was a lock of hair hanging on his forehead. Na Miantang stood up, yawned and stretched.
"I can sleep peacefully for a while now. Don't run around here. Wait until I wake up." He lay down on a wooden bed and fell asleep immediately.
I watched him sleeping intently, and I wanted to say these three words to him, I love you. The two of us were like this, naked, with him holding me and squeezing together in a small quilt.
The biting cold wind roared in through the open door, and saw my skin again. I grabbed the cloth on the floor and wrapped it around myself. I braved the wind and walked towards the cracked door, but what could be seen through the rain curtain?
I couldn't see either. I used all my strength to close the door. I didn't have much strength left.
I was too tired, I was really too tired. I wrapped myself in a quilt and huddled up. I was really too tired. Before I woke up, I wanted to rest for a while. I fell asleep all of a sudden, sleeping very deeply.
It's like falling into a coma.
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I vaguely heard someone beside me say: "They have been soaked in the water for too long and their bodies have turned purple. It is a miracle that the young master survived. His legs have been destroyed."
Because his blood circulation has stopped, new and old injuries have severely damaged his legs. He must be wrapped up and sent back to Shanghai for treatment immediately."
"For safety reasons, the young master will leave first. His condition cannot wait any longer."
My eyes opened, and the vague consciousness left a mark on the surroundings. The doctor used his fingers practiced in field medicine to close my eyes. "Better hurry up," he said, "I passed out again."
Already.
"Drink this, Miss Cat," it was a man's voice. Although the voice was very soft, it was very majestic. I thought it sounded familiar, so I opened my lips obediently. "You are such a brave child. Drink another drink."
Take a small sip, that's fine. Open your mouth a little wider. If it's a little bigger, it's going to take a week. You also have to drink the milk and the medicine together. Come on, brave girl."
But this voice seemed to be Brother Gui's heart. It was indeed very similar, almost exactly the same, but it was still different. Tears seeped deeply from the corners of my closed eyes.
For a moment, I thought I was back in the orphanage, back in the past.
It was Brother Gui who was taking care of me. It was great. I forced myself to open my eyes. In the foggy light, I leaned over and looked at a man with a smiling face. His smile was very honest, full of compassion, patience, and very upright.
I also smiled slightly at him - a personal doctor.
We are saved, we are really saved! After experiencing this disaster, I know that no matter what happens in the future, I will never be afraid again.
"Then the young master must be right, Mao Jiujiu will wake up."
"Is Mian Tang here?"
"He has returned to Shanghai, don't worry, everything will be fine."
I turned over from time to time in my sleep. When I opened the quilt, the doctor helped me dry and tuck me again. He kept comforting me, but he was unable to do anything about the nightmare I had.
This dream was incoherent and messy, a fragmented fragment of my various memories and fears. I dreamed about hunger. It was the never-ending and extreme hunger during those difficult years in the orphanage.
I dreamed about the mother-in-law, who was whipping me with a long whip. I dreamed that we were catching the injured wolf. The wolf stretched out its fangs and claws and was about to pounce on me. He
Wanting to eat my flesh and drink my blood, I felt excruciating pain. I dreamed of the pursuer again, just like the one who often raised a gun. Yes, the posture of a person holding a gun is very standard. I really understand
My heart has truly reached the point where the gun and the man are one. He was about to shoot. I was afraid of shouting "Run" to the man, so I hurriedly shot at the man. There was a loud bang and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
I dreamed about the men in black again. They wanted to catch me. They were talking in low voices. They put their blades on my neck and wanted to cut off my legs. The men in black held me tightly.
He dragged me back with his wrist, trying to break away from the man in black's hand, but all this didn't work at all. He kept moving forward... I crawled in a pool of blood on the floor of the orphanage.
, spurted out like a spring, spread out, turned into a red torrent, set off a huge wave, and actually threw me into the air. The huge wave turned out to be blood.
I dreamed about Brother Gui again. His whole body was covered with fire. He was shouting that a bullet had penetrated his broad chest. He was kneeling on the ground, covered in blood.
I dreamed again that Na Miantang slowly raised his gun towards the ghost brother and hit him. Blood gushed out from the ghost's body. I yelled desperately, "I don't want that often, I don't want that often."
...
Then there was a lot of noise all around, and it all turned into a man's voice, and then it turned into silence again, and I couldn't hear what they were saying.
I licked my dry lips and opened my eyes. Ah, it turned out to be Song Da. He looked worried, "Don't panic." "Don't shoot." I said in a hoarse voice. "I shot the killer."
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"You have been having nightmares," Song Da said. "The nightmares are over, Mao Jiujiu. The doctor said you will recover soon. We are taking you home, back to Shanghai."
This is so funny, I complained, I can walk completely, but Song Da held my shoulder with one hand and pushed the wheelchair with the other hand, and slowly moved forward on the coastal road.
But I still fell in the wheelchair. My head hurt, and the pain was like bone spurs. "By the way, where is Miantang? Why doesn't he take me home? Is he okay?"
"That Miantang Zhang is fine. He has arrived in Shanghai." Song Da said in a firm tone, "We have arranged for the best doctors to treat him. He will be fine soon. He is a person who refuses to admit defeat."
After finishing speaking, Song Da bent down and said to me that Wang Ma was shocked when the storm suddenly came. In addition, he saw a group of people rushing towards the beach in darkness. She may have realized that you were in danger. She called the phone in time, although
She wouldn't say it, but I knew you might be in danger, so we rushed over immediately and found you on the coast later.
"Some people are chasing us, and some people want to kill us and silence us - they are targeting me and the guy who often comes here. I have to go back and take care of him as soon as possible."
"Don't make this matter too public, Na Mianchang will handle it. Now you just need to take good care of yourself."