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Chapter 9
But the next day, Chu Huan still woke up in the smell of herbs.
Little Fang——Although he learned that his real name is "Ferocious Monkey", Chu Huan personally thinks that the words "Little Fang" are concise, easy to understand and vivid. Although this friend is still irritating at him at every turn But he got up early in the morning and squatted on the ground with a sweat and boiled medicine.
It's already the season when you can wear a windbreaker, and Little Fang is almost shirtless all day, so it can still be so hot, which makes Chu Huan a little puzzled.
Is this friend's firepower stronger than ordinary people?
Chu Huan leaned sideways and propped himself up with his uninjured shoulder. He awoke from the hangover. He didn't feel any discomfort or headache. It can be seen that Nan Shan's wine tasted strange at first, but it must be a good wine.
However, with just this slight movement, his original tired and relaxed expression suddenly condensed.
There is a saying, "How can a person not be hit by a knife in the arena". This is the law of the development of objective things. Therefore, Chu Huan dare not say how great he is, but he is definitely a professional who is hit by a knife and a gun. , As small as bullet scratches, as large as "three knives and six holes", he has all experience.
Chu Huan knows exactly what degree of injury, how to raise it, how long to raise it, and to what extent. Chu Huan couldn’t be more clear. For a gunshot wound like his body, it doesn’t get worse or become infected in the first two days. It is already well maintained.
But at this time, after only one night, his fresh wounds had vaguely begun to scab.
Not to mention that with age, long-term depressed mood and bad living habits, his physical fitness will only get worse and worse-even in his heyday, he has not had such a terrible recovery ability.
It seems that the local cell activity has been greatly enhanced.
What medicine did they give him?
In the brilliant morning light, Chu Huan had countless thoughts in his heart. His work experience dealing with various transnational desperadoes all year round made him his first reaction at that time was drugs.
The leaves tied to the wound, and the herbs he drank, what ingredients did they contain?
Would he mistake the effect of analgesia for the healing of the wound?
At this moment, Nan Shan came over with a basin and greeted Chu Huan vigorously.
Although Chu Huan was full of doubts in his heart, he responded calmly. He glanced at Nan Shan's basin and saw that a few large palm-wide and two-foot-long leaves were soaked in half a basin of water-just The same as the bandage on his wound.
Nan Shan knelt on one knee on the edge of his bed, bent down, and carefully unwrapped the leaves that Chu Huan had wrapped in the wound. I don’t know if I didn’t compare it. Maybe it was due to dehydration. The leaves removed from Chu Huan’s body were obviously dry and dim. , As if the vitality was sucked away.
There was a bit of his flesh and blood stuck to the leaf. Nan Shan accidentally pulled the leaf off. Although Chu Huan didn't say a word, his body trembled violently.
Pain-it is really pain, but the pain is good, at least it means that he is not anesthetized.
Nan Shan noticed his reaction, opened his palm, and pressed it to his forehead, as if to give some kind of comfort. Then Nan Shan took out a small bottle and poured out a small handful of white powder, which looked like flour. It is whiter than ordinary white flour, with a special smell.
Fishy, Chu Huan thought for a while, and felt that the smell was somewhere between "bloody" and "soily plants."
Without waiting for Chu Huan to observe carefully, Nan Shan put the powder on his wound.
The pain caused by the unknown powder is really extraordinary. It is more sensual/desire/desire/death than directly pouring chili water. Chu Huan felt as if someone had put a long spear into his wound and stirred it again. Again.
However, he had the psychological expectation that "the medicine must be painful", so he didn't even shiver this time, but instinctively tightened his muscles and gritted his teeth.
In response to such a tough performance, Nan Shan looked up at him and smiled admiringly, and said something to him, which sounded very close to the pronunciation of Little Fang's real name.
Chu Huan judged that this complimentary sentence was probably also "ferocious Mao X".
He accepted the admiration of the other party with a delicacy, and at the same time thought melancholy: "Don't be a ferocious donkey."
Miraculously, although the doubts in his chest were still there, the guard had already gone for the most part.
Pain is not adulterated on the one hand, on the other hand, Chu Huan seems to have an intuition that makes him refuse to believe that Nan Shan is a bad person.
The standard room in the guest house only had two beds. Two thinner girls were barely able to squeeze them. The two guys couldn’t sleep. Little Fang moved the TV on the TV cabinet to the side. Chu Huan saw him laying on it. I laid a straw mat and slept for a night with a wine jar, like a world-class expert.
Nan Shan naturally helped him wrap his wounds, and it took him a few minutes to cut a wooden stick that could be used as a walking stick for a short time, so that he could walk around easily. After Chu Huan packed up, he took out a few pancakes and shared them with him He eats.
It was a whole-grain cake, some with soy flour and some with dead flour. It seemed to be made a few days ago. It was dry and hard. It was like the dry food that the ancients would carry with them when they went out. The taste was very frantic.
The unknown but extremely effective powder made Chu Huan full of speculation about his origins, so the coarse grains and miscellaneous noodles were also eaten very carefully. He wanted to taste some mysterious ingredients from it.
As a result, Nan Shan thought that the cake was too hard for him to bite, so he poured him a glass of wine carefully, and in Chu Huan’s inexplicable eyes, he pulled off a piece of cake crust, soaked it in it, and took it out. Pass it to him.
Chu Huan: "..."
He thanked Nan Shan for his concern, and took it silently. He experienced the whole process of the taste from "crazed" to "tragic".
During a simple breakfast, Chu Huan started a stumbling exchange with the other party. He first asked gesticulatingly: "Are you going to wait here for a few more days? Wait for the teacher to come."
Nan Shan shook his head, indicating that the person would not come.
He was still very difficult to express, and his expression was a little lonely, but calmly, as if he had no longer cared about.
Chu Huan: "Then when do you leave?"
Nan Shan said: Wait for your injury to heal.
At first, Chu Huan suspected that poor communication caused him to misunderstand the meaning of others. He hesitantly repeated his question once, Nan Shan stretched out his palm, patted his shoulder and leg, and then folded his hands. He made a gesture that seemed to be "healing".
Chu Huan was stunned.
He wanted to ask more why, his origin is unknown, he still has a gunshot wound on his body, and the other party just met him peacefully. It doesn't matter if you admit the wrong person, now that the other party knows clearly, do you still have to stay because of taking care of a stranger?
But he finally didn't ask, and he always felt that asking questions like this was like doubting the intentions of others.
Does he doubt it?
Chu Huan didn't doubt that it was impossible, because he did this. For him, negligence was synonymous with stupidity. He had to keep a careful scrutiny of the surrounding environment and the twists and turns of doubts.
It's just that when he saw Nan Shan's clear eyes, he couldn't help but feel ashamed of this question in his arms, so he covered it up tightly.
So Chu Huan was silent for a moment: "Then I will invite you to dinner at noon-by the way, it's okay. I can teach you a little more Mandarin. Can you play me two more pieces of yesterday's tune?"
Nan Shan was very generous when inviting people to eat and drink, and was not hypocritical when invited. He went to the side with Little Fang at noon and happily took Chu Huan out of the guest house.
The small county town is a transit point for passengers to rest. Looking ahead, a row of small restaurants that provide group meals for the tourist group looks like a mother, except for a foreign fast food restaurant on the corner of the street. The hanging English shop name stands out from the crowd.
Of course, I took a closer look and found that the letters are Chinese Pinyin.
The pinyin "will be a chicken" is also indicated in the corner.
Chu Huan stopped under the sign for a long time, and determined that this was a baby from McDonald's, KFC and Chongqing Chicken Pot playing 3P.
But the ambition of "willing to be a chicken"... is it a bit too ambitious?
When he rolled down the cliff, the communication equipment fell off and broke. Until then, Chu Huan finally spent 50 cents, borrowed the hotel phone to call Old Wang, and listened happily to Old Wang's scolding. , Quandang was a baptism of love from his former husband, and then rejected Pharaoh’s suggestion to send someone to pick him up.
"I will go back by myself after I stay for a few days. The environment here is pretty good, so I will be a tourist."
Old Wang didn't entangle him, but was silent for a while, and asked, "You just said how did you fall?"
Chu Huan didn't change his face: "Stumbled."
Old Wang: "...Can you die without nonsense?"
"It's a misstep, but it has been reformed now." Chu Huan smiled softly, "So what, don't forget to ask Xiao Lu for my misstepped young man when I go back, and say yes, the child will be born in the future. Call me uncle."
Lao Wang's daughter's nickname is Xiao Lu. She married a photographer two years ago and is about to have a baby now.
In retrospect, Chu Huan found that he had been struggling for her during his entire adolescence, like a black-eyed chicken, but he never took the initiative to ask her to come out to watch a movie, eat ice cream or something, even such a popular thing as a love letter. I haven't written it, it's just to pinch and fight for the sake of fighting.
She was a little bit affectionate and seemed ridiculous... almost cute.
"Go, goodbye." He said to Lao Wang.
"Ken Dang Chicken" sells fasciata and fried chicken. When Chu Huan innocently asked, "Are there any French fries-just fried potatoes", the proprietress turned around and went to the kitchen to bring him a bowl of steamed with big potato wedges He reached out and grabbed a handful of coarse salt, sprinkled it on top, and said boldly, "Eat it."
Chu Huan: "..."
However, despite the copycat, the food quality is unexpectedly acceptable. The buns are white and plump and soft, and the fried chicken is yellow and orange. You can smell a strange smell of meat from a distance.
Little Fang first began to be very impatient with Chu Huan, and even a little hostile. When we drank together the day before, this hostility had been half gone. When the fried chicken was served, Chu Huan could see that this fierce monkey He was planning to turn his enemies into friends.
He himself had no appetite. Chu Huan touched his whole body and found out only a small half pack of cigarettes left. He borrowed a fire from the proprietress and smoked one by the window. When he sat back, Nan Shan suddenly raised his hand and held it against it. His chest.
Chu Huan was taken aback, only to see Nan Shan tapped his lungs with his index finger knuckles, looked at him seriously, and shook his head in disapproval.
Then, Nan Shan retracted his hand and handed Chu Huan a chicken leg.
Chu Huan couldn't help but stared at him for a while. He found that when Nan Shan was eating, he was engrossed as if he was dealing with a very sacred event, and no scum was wasted.
Eating——For Chu Huan, it’s just the basic behavior to maintain life. He doesn’t know when he lost his appetite. It makes no difference to him whether it is delicious or not. The dry and shriveled multi-grain cakes that can’t be bitten and taste delicious. The big meal is the same in his eyes, three mouthfuls are resolved, all with the same taste.
But when he looked at Nan Shan, he suddenly had the illusion that "eating is a particularly happy thing", he tentatively lowered his head and took a bite, and it felt no different, just ordinary chicken.
So Chu Huan couldn't help but glanced at Nan Shan again, once again flashed by that unparalleled sense of happiness.
"Is it so delicious?" Chu Huan thought to himself, slowing down involuntarily, and returning the spirit that was scattered everywhere back to the bitten chicken leg in his hand.
In this way, Chu Huan glanced at Nan Shan, took a bite, and slowly, his numb and inflexible taste buds gradually awakened, and he really tasted the taste.
The three of them quickly swept away the two big plates of fried chicken that had been piled up, and Chu Huan realized afterwards that he was actually overwhelmed.
After he settled the bill, he looked back at Nan Shan's calm and contented expression. Somehow, he also had a little assimilation pleasure.
But... wait, it doesn't matter if music can delight the body and mind, what's the matter watching people eat?
Is it beautiful?
Chu Huan turned the ring between his fingers quite embarrassedly, letting the three characters "trick you play" sharpen the skin of his fingers, his complexion was calm, and his heart was full of condemnation: "No, I'm so weird."