Chapter 173

Hostility is dissipating and moving is growing. Some people who originally avoided her began to gather around to move the wounded, clean the wound, and deliver medicine with cloth

On the dock square, the sound of howling and cursing and confusion gradually faded away. Instead of a tense and orderly atmosphere of treatment, Feng Zhiwei's one eye wink led to the automatic help of the government, the people and the imperial guards. After an unfriendly welcome ceremony, due to a disaster, the cooperation between the government, the people and the Imperial Guards was realized for the first time.

After watching for a while, the pampered students of Qingming academy also rolled up their sleeves to join the team. Yao Yangyu lay on the stretcher, commanding Feng Zhiwei's guard to help the doctor.

In the face of disaster, the hearts of the people who usually split apart from the watchman would be more likely to get closer because of compassion. Feng Zhiwei washed his hands full of blood in the water basin and looked at the busy crowd everywhere, and his heart filled with faint emotion.

The moon rose slightly. After a whole day's effective treatment, the square has returned to calm. Only the faint groan in the tent seems to be floating in the sea and sky.

Feng Zhiwei has not rested yet. She strolls around the square. In the daytime, there is a chaos, dozens of deaths and hundreds of injuries. Not many people are really killed and injured. However, many people die in a hurry and stampede. Fengzhiwei is worried that the chaotic squeeze will squeeze some people into some undetectable gaps.

The broken clothes left by the injured in the square tremble in the wind, like a pair of hands in silent evocation. A cold moon reflects the pools of blood everywhere. The whole square looks like covered with bloody duckweed. Feng Zhiwei walks slowly with sad eyes, picking up some items from time to time, such as gold lock piece, purse, embroidered bag Those memorials full of love from family and lovers are no longer cherished by their owners.

Gu Nan Yi follows her. He doesn't know what Feng Zhiwei is thinking about. He just feels that the back in front of her looks a little lonely, with thin shoulders and heavy moonlight.

He suddenly stepped forward and put the things in his arms to Fengzhi micro shoulder.

Feng Zhiwei felt a heavy weight on her shoulder. She almost thought it was an assassin. She saw her head on one side. Master Gu pressed a piece of extra tent cloth on her shoulder.

What is this doing? Feng Zhiwei grabs the corner of the tent and asks him with his eyes.

Young master Gu stood there, silent. Feng Zhiwei was surprised to find that his eyes behind his veil seemed to turn around. Didn't he always look directly at people or look down at the one foot three inch ground in front of him?

It seems that it is impossible to get master Gu's answer. Feng Zhi sighs slightly and wonders whether master Gu asks her to set up a tent? Suddenly, young master Gu spoke.

"It's not cold."

Feng Zhiwei and Zheng Zheng Zheng, after a long time to react - he is afraid of her cold?

Is he helping her dress?

She was stunned there, clutching the heavy airtight tent cloth. For a moment, she did not know how to react. She felt a little sour and astringent in her heart. In a trance, she thought that this was the first time that Gu Nan Yi clearly expressed a similar emotion of "caring".

He always cares about her life and death, but in her sense, this kind of care is more like an imposed task. He just carries out the rigid task to the letter, just like eating small walnuts or eight pieces of meat, and doing it for no reason.

At the beginning of his acquaintance, he kicked her out of bed, let her step on the bed, and threw her unsatisfied clothes in the toilet. Even if it was to protect her, he often stressed his hands and feet when he grasped her. He did not know the strength of convergence.

When did Hongmeng open up and see through the bright sky?

And who is the holy, holding the blade of wisdom, to cut the shadows of his chaotic life?

The moon is cool, the square is silent, and the voice in the light smoke is distant and fuzzy. She and he are silent in the autumn night wind.

For a long time, she tightened the tent cloth and covered her body, as if it was really a cloak. She said with a smile, "well, it's warm..."

Master Gu nodded with satisfaction. He felt warm and looked warm.

Feng Zhiwei is worried about how to walk with the tent cloak?

Did not drag a few steps, Gu Nan Yi suddenly ears move, Feng Zhiwei immediately also noticed.

In front of us, there is a pile of sundries, all of which are commonly used by fishermen, such as basin nets and dried seaweed. A little weak voice comes out from under those sundries.

Feng Zhiwei stepped forward in three steps and two steps, pulled out the sundries and took a cold breath.

Under the net, a young woman died, her back outwards, her body half curled up in a strange arc. Under her abdomen was a basin in which a child was crying.

Obviously, the woman was crushed to death by the crowd, but she always protected the child under her body. She was afraid that she would crush the child when she fell down. She not only resisted the crush with her back, but also put the child in the basin.

The basin was not small. If she could cover herself with it, she would have escaped. However, she must have been seriously injured and lost her strength, so she could only choose to save the child.

Feng Zhiwei looked at the basin, eyes slightly moist.The world's mother, the world's mother, ordinary almost trivial, only when difficult and dangerous, we can see the strength of deep love across life and death.

She picked up the child, and it was sure that the child was unhurt, but she was so hungry that she did not have the strength to cry. Once she was picked up, she immediately put her tender finger on her hand.

Feng Zhiwei couldn't help laughing and put his face on his broken cheek and wrapped him up with tent cloth.

This bag shows that the child is very exquisite in dress, with a low-key luxury. There is no word on the gold lock on the neck, but there is a huge Obsidian Gem. The end of the gem is deep purple and brilliant.

Take a look at the dead woman. She is dressed in ordinary clothes. She has no jewelry. Feng Zhiwei has a little doubt in her heart. Isn't it the mother of the child?

If you are not a mother, how can you do this?

The lock was too precious. She thought about it and took it off.

Holding the child in his arms, he immediately stopped crying and sucked his fingers happily. Feng Zhi, with a narrow heart, pushed the child into master Gu's arms.

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