Song Qinghuan didn't look into it carefully. After drinking a small bamboo bowl, he felt his whole body warm up. He asked Xiao Ci again: "Where is this place? I remember that I was washed away by the water. What did you do?"
Found mine?"
Xiao Ci poked the fire with a branch, threw two more firewood down, and replied, "I don't know where it is."
He didn't say how he saved Song Qinghuan, he only said: "I just went out for a walk and found that this was an abandoned village. There was not a single living person in the whole village."
Song Qinghuan was in low spirits. Hearing the words, he gave a reply and lay down again. His head ached for a while, but he couldn't sleep for a while. He opened his eyes and looked at the roof and sighed: "I thought this was going to happen."
He's dead."
With such a huge water force, a wave came down, and people were swept away so far that they didn't even have a chance to struggle. It was really not easy to live well.
Xiao Ci chuckled lightly, poured a bowl of soup into the small bamboo bowl that Song Qinghuan had just used, and drank from it: "With a married woman, you can't die so easily."
Song Qinghuan snorted: "It's because of you that I almost died."
The dam collapsed, and Xiao Ci and Xiao Jingchuan didn't return home all night. How could she not be anxious? She asked Chu Han to follow him to borrow a boat and search for people before dawn.
Song Qinghuan was worried about them and couldn't sit still in Yishan, so he followed the boat out.
It's a good thing that Xiao Ci didn't die, and he was still intact. It was already enough to treat him as a flood, but who knew that he would encounter a once-in-a-century disaster like the backflow of a river.
It's like eight lifetimes of bad luck.
Xiao Ci knew that Song Qinghuan was also cursing casually, so he laughed and didn't take it seriously. After drinking something, he regained some strength.
It was already dusk at this time. Xiao Ci chatted with Song Qinghuan for a few words. Seeing that she looked tired, he asked her to rest while he went to collect tables and chairs with missing arms and legs and moved them outside the house to dismantle them for a while.
Firewood burning.
Song Qinghuan hurt her head. Her head hurt a little, and she was also a little dizzy. With her eyes closed, she heard the sound of tables and chairs being dismantled outside, and couldn't help but call out: "Your Majesty..."
The voice was not loud, but Xiao Ci outside the house could hear it clearly, so he deserved to say: "I'm here..."
Song Qinghuan's lips curved, but he didn't answer and fell asleep after a while.
The place was deserted and uninhabited. Xiao Ci tore down everything in the yard that could be dismantled and used as firewood. Seeing Song Qinghuan sleeping, he went to the unoccupied houses in the neighborhood and found a handful of oil paper that was so worn that it could barely hold up.
I took my umbrella and went up the mountain to find something to eat.
He dragged Song Qinghuan and was rushed to this unknown place. When he woke up, his limbs were weak. It took him a long time to carry Song Qinghuan to find a place to rest, but he couldn't find anything to eat for a while.
Yes, I simply caught two mice and chopped two sections of bamboo to make ends meet.
Fortunately, Song Qinghuan had a stuffy nose just now and couldn't taste anything. If he had known about the rat soup he drank, he would have been cut into pieces.
The village is backed by mountains and water, and its geographical location is not bad. Xiao Ci went up the mountain and caught two hares. On the way down, he saw a wild fruit tree, so he also picked some back.
It was still raining lightly when we went out, but when we came back it was pouring rain again, mixed with lightning and lightning.
There were no lights in the shabby house, and the pile of firewood that Xiao Ci burned had been extinguished long ago without anyone taking care of it. Song Qinghuan was woken up by the sound of thunder from his sleep. When he opened his eyes, he saw pitch black everywhere, and a bolt of lightning struck down.
The light made the house even more eerie.
She was so shocked that she shouted: "Uncle Jiu..."
Xiao Cicai stepped into the courtyard with half of the wall collapsed. When he heard the shouting, he thought something had happened. He was also frightened and hurriedly threw away the rabbit in his hand and ran into the house: "What's wrong?"
The room was dark, and Xiao Ci had his back to the door. Although he saw people, he could hear sounds, which made Song Qinghuan breathe a sigh of relief.
She pressed her forehead, feeling sweat all over her body, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay."
The firewood in the house was rekindled, which illuminated half of the dilapidated house. The heavy rain outside stopped for a while, and only cold wind blew in from outside the door from time to time.
Xiao Ci had a dagger on him. He sat by the threshold with his back to Song Qinghuan and cleaned the two rabbits. He crushed up the fragrant leaves he picked and spread them on the rabbit meat. Then he used a sharpened branch to put them on the fire.
Roast slowly.
Song Qinghuan felt that this place was very weird. He didn't dare to look around and sat closely next to Xiao Ci.
Xiao Ci said: "You are injured, let's rest here for the time being and wait until we feel better before we go out."
This place is indeed strange. It is not a poor place with mountains and water at its back, but except for the two outsiders like them, there really is not a single living person in the entire village.
When he came down from the mountain, he saw a row of houses with signs of being burned by fire. However, it was dark and raining heavily, so he didn't go to investigate.
Song Qinghuan nodded in agreement, and then heard a muffled thunder outside. He was so frightened that he quickly took Xiao Ci's arm, but felt the hot temperature under his dry clothes. He couldn't help but frown, and looked up at Xiao Ci by the firelight.
After resigning, I saw that his cheeks were red and he looked tired, which were clearly symptoms of a fever.
She put her fingertips on his pulse, then stopped her hand after a while: "My lord, you have a fever."
Xiao Ci was completely unaware. He turned the rabbit meat on his hand and asked her, "Really? Why don't I feel anything?"
Song Qinghuan rolled his eyes, knowing that he might have been caught in the rain while rescuing people yesterday, and today he was washed away by the water. He didn't know how long he had been soaking in the water. The weather in April was not hot at all. He must have been wearing wet clothes like this for two days.
It's because of the wind and cold.
She sniffed, took off a coat, and took the rabbit from Xiao Ci's hand: "Hurry up and take off your clothes to dry them."
Xiao Ci just felt a little tired and didn't feel any other discomfort. However, he still followed Song Qinghuan's instructions and took off all his clothes, leaving only a pair of obscene trousers and wearing Song Qinghuan's coat.
Make a fire to bake clothes.
Xiao Ci looked lean, but his figure was not bad at all. Song Qinghuan's coat was draped around him, so he had to hug his back.
The firelight shone on his chest, causing Song Qinghuan to look over and over again.
Xiao Ci laughed at her fiery eyes and reached out to wipe her chin: "We've been married for so long, haven't you seen enough?"
It turns out that when the two first got married, Song Qinghuan was extremely shy. Every time she did something inappropriate, she would always blow the light first. Later, Xiao Ci made a lot of trouble with this shameless person, so she just had to do it.
It has been a while, but there has never been a time when I looked at Xiao Ci with such fiery eyes as now.
Song Qinghuan blushed, but then he raised his head again, took a few more honest looks, and said without shame, "That's different, it's not the same place.
