It was rare for Song Qinghuan to be so frivolous, but Xiao Ci was still very happy and laughed loudly: "Okay, then I'll let you watch as much as you want."
Song Qinghuan snorted softly, glanced twice more, and finally turned his head and turned the two rabbits in his hands seriously.
Xiao Ci held the clothes he had taken off and baked them. From time to time, he fiddled with the firewood and chatted with Song Qinghuan.
The rain outside would come and go, and lightning and thunder would come and go. The surroundings were still quiet, but the two of them didn't feel scared when they talked.
Xiao Ci's clothes were dry before he put them on again. He put Song Qinghuan's outer clothes to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and said jokingly: "Madam, the smell is really good."
For someone to be so immoral even though he was sick, Song Qinghuan glared at him, threw a roasted rabbit to him, and then pulled his own clothes over.
He scolded: "Hurry up and eat and take a rest. If you keep doing this, I will really collect your body for you."
Xiao Ci didn't care. He laughed so hard that he tore open the roasted rabbit and wrapped it in his belly.
One and two of them came back after picking up their lives from the water. Although they were very hungry, they couldn't eat much. They only filled their stomachs a little, and the rest was wrapped in the leaves they picked and torn from their clothes.
Tie it up with cloth strips and use it as food for tomorrow.
After packing up his things, Xiao Ci lay down where Song Qinghuan was lying just now, and waved to her: "Come here and go to sleep. If you have anything else to do, wait till dawn."
Song Qinghuan responded and didn't feel awkward, so she immediately got into his arms and lay down.
The girl leaned into his arms and let him hug her. She still felt uncomfortable, and when she was about to turn over, she found that Xiao Ci had fallen into a deep sleep.
Xiao Ci had been in the rain for several days and had not had a good rest. He had a high fever at this time. If Song Qinghuan hadn't been frightened, he would have been unable to hold on.
He was sleeping deeply this time. He didn't respond to Song Qinghuan's repeated calls, but his chest was still very hot through the material of his clothes.
Knowing that his fever was severe, Song Qinghuan thought for a while and sat up again. He threw two broken stool legs to rekindle the fire, and twisted a section of his clothes to hold it on the firewood to serve as a torch.
Holding a torch, I searched the house in front and back, and finally found a broken jar that had been smashed to the bottom.
He carefully moved the broken jar to the door, washed it with the rain outside, and then filled it with water and moved it into the house again.
It was dark and rainy now, and there was no way to go outside to collect herbs, so I had to use the simplest method to cool down Xiao Ci first.
The veil was soaked in water, so I wiped his face, dipped it in water again and put it on his forehead, wetted the twisted rag with water, untied his clothes, and wiped him back.
This method is simple, but it only treats the symptoms and not the root cause. I have to keep repeating it to prevent the high fever from burning out my head.
Song Qinghuan also suffered from the cold, and he bit the bullet and stayed with Xiao Ci all night. When it was almost dawn, he finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep on the side.
The rain gradually stopped, and although it was already dawn, the sky outside was still dark.
When Xiao Ci woke up in a daze from hunger, he didn't know what time it was. As soon as he moved, he found Song Qinghuan lying next to him, with a square handkerchief on his forehead, his clothes were messy, and he was wearing a
He was wearing a coat from Song Qinghuan, but he was in much better spirits than last night.
He sat up, put Song Qinghuan's messy twisted coat on her body, and put on his own clothes. Then he found a wild fruit picked from the mountain yesterday and wiped it on his body.
He took a bite first.
I don’t know what kind of wild fruit I picked from the mountain, but it was so sour that my teeth felt sore after just one bite.
When Song Qinghuan woke up after resting for a while, Xiao Ci had already lit up the fire, and the leftover rabbit meat from yesterday was roasting on the fire until it was sizzling and oily.
"Why are you awake?" Before she even opened her eyes, she moved to Xiao Ci's side, first felt his temperature, and then pulled his wrist to feel for his pulse.
His head was feeling dizzy, but he sniffed and snorted, "What kind of magic elixir did you secretly take that made you recover so quickly?"
I still had a high fever yesterday, and my pulse became much more stable as soon as I woke up. Although I still had a low-grade fever, my condition was much better than yesterday.
Yesterday, when she followed the boat to look for Xiao Ci and Xiao Jingchuan, she did prepare some emergency medicine, but no one expected that she would encounter such a thing as the river water flowing back. Her medicine naturally fell on the boat.
, Xiao Ci naturally had no chance to take any miraculous medicine.
Xiao Ci also felt that after a long sleep, he felt much more energetic when he woke up. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "It's not all thanks to Madam's care, but for Madam and husband, I have to get well as soon as possible."
He always spoke carelessly, so Song Qinghuan was no longer surprised. She glanced at him and sat upright. She blinked her eyes to suppress the astringent feeling and then combed her hair with her fingers.
When I went out, I didn't bring any jewelry on my head for convenience. After soaking in the water for a while, I lost everything. When I combed my hair, I could only pick up a tattered piece of clothing.
Tie it with cloth.
At this time, Song Qinghuan was not wearing makeup, her eyebrows were soft, and although her complexion was slightly pale, she had a different style from the past.
Although Xiao Ci had seen all kinds of Song Qinghuan, he still couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
Song Qinghuan, with her face turned to the sky, was not afraid to ask him to look at her. She just raised her foot and kicked her once, and laughed and cursed: "Look, the meat is burnt."
Xiao Ci glanced sideways and saw the oil from the rabbit meat dripping onto the firewood, rubbing up against Lao Gao's flames. He quickly moved the rabbit meat away from the flames and sighed, "What a pity."
He casually handed a newly made bamboo tube to Song Qinghuan beside him: "Drink some water first and then eat."
Song Qinghuan took the bamboo tube and found that the water inside was warm. He opened the lid and took a sip. He felt that the water temperature was just right.
He said: "Uncle Jiu, I found that you are very careful and special. No wonder there are many girls who want to marry you even if you are famous."
These are all grown-up events. Xiao Ci glanced at Song Qinghuan and said, "Are you jealous or envious?"
He used a dagger to peel off the skin of the black-burnt rabbit meat, then cut off the good meat inside and served it to Song Qinghuan in a clean leaf.
"Eat something first, and we'll look for any herbs to collect later." He pointed at Song Qinghuan's head: "If you don't take care of your injury, I'm afraid I'll have to collect your body."
Song Qinghuan glared at him and spat: "Bah, I think you are wishing that your wife would be able to marry a beautiful woman again after she died."
Xiao Ci laughed: "No, no, no, as far as my wife is concerned, the old one is better.
