C399

Brother Long started making fun of Lan Feng again, and the others also joined in. After a while, Lan Feng's face reddened, and only stopped after hearing Gao Kan's "Let's go and change clothes".

I can tell that Lan Feng is these men's happy fruit.

Afraid that I would be bored, Gao Kan found a laptop and opened it. He said that there was a movie in there, except for an E plate, I could watch it whenever I wanted, and told me that I should go out alone if there was nothing to do. After that, he walked over himself and said to the few people who were having a heated discussion, "I'll cook today."

"You? Cooking? Just don't be ridiculous, just don't pick on Big Bro's thorn. " Brother Yun thought he was joking.

Even the Fingerprint said, "You can drag him down, we appreciate your kindness and wish to accompany Xiao Yi on a tour around the island."

Gao Kan was known for being picky with his food, but they didn't seem to know that he was good at cooking.

Gao Kan was serious, "You don't believe me? "I cook very well. If you don't believe me, you can ask my wife."

"Yes, Brother Yun," I responded, "If I really don't praise him, then let Kanagol have a try. He's really good at cooking, not much worse than the chefs in the big hotels."

"Are you for real?" Brother Yun looked at us inquiringly. "Little Zheng, when did you learn to cook? How come I didn't know?"

Gao Kan glanced at me, who wanted to respond, and pursed his lips into a smile: "After you meet my wife."

Lan Feng sighed emotionally, "Wa, Kanagol, I realise that you are really a berserk wife demon now!"

"Wives are meant to be pampered." Gao Kan looked at me, and the two of us laughed at the same time.

As if nothing had happened, I withdrew my gaze from the computer and focused on the movie The Sea Pianist, which was playing, and let myself drift out of their conversation center.

What Han Youya said was right, other than her, I and Gao Ziyu, no one else knew about Gao Kan's past that had been abandoned by his father.

In the presence of such a brilliant person, he did care a lot about what was unbearable and did not want others to know what he had experienced.

After he impulsively stabbed Gao Liao a few times when he was about fifteen or sixteen years old, these people took the risk of perjury to justify him. In other words, they had a close relationship, but it was only to this extent.

It was not difficult to share wealth and nobility, but not everyone was allowed to share hardships and tribulations with others.

Halfway through the skin of the prey and the bloody smell in the room grew stronger, a man with a shotgun stumbled through the half-closed door.

It was actually the Zhou Jin he hadn't seen for a long time. Recently, he had been very quiet, as if he had broken up with Hua Yang.

"Jinjiang, what's going on?" Lan Feng, who had nothing better to do, ran over. I also took a look and saw that his camouflage clothes were stained with blood and his body was still wet.

"Hey, I ran into a hare and lost it. It fell into the river." Zhou Jin said in a dejected tone as he took off his jacket, revealing two lacerations on his arm that was bleeding profusely.

"Was it bitten by a crocodile?" Even though Lan Feng was joking, he quickly ran into the room and took some gauze and anti-inflammatory medicine.

"You're quite capable. You can lose a rabbit if you run. I told you to drink less, but you just wouldn't listen." Brother Yun scolded him, "Are you planning on drinking to your death?"

Zhou Jin did not make a sound. He pulled up his pants, which still had traces of being scratched by some tree branch, then staggered and squatted on the sofa that I was sitting on.

He bared his teeth as he stretched out his legs. When he was about to lie down, he subconsciously glanced in my direction, as if he had just noticed me. His eyes first lit up, then dimmed down, greeting me, "You're here too."

Lan Feng, who was cleaning his wound, casually said, "Aren't you bullshitting? The two of them are in love with each other right now in Kanagol, and they can't be separated."

"That's right, it's like glue. It's really good."

I heard Zhou Jin mutter. I don't know if it was just my misconception, but not only did he lose all his brilliance, his voice also had a hint of rarely seen strange sadness.

"You lie down, I'll go over there and take a look." I stood up, folded some pillows on the arm of the sofa, and sat down at the other end with the computer.

"Hiss — Brother, slow down. It hurts!" Zhou Jin shouted.

"You know pain, it hurts so much that you deserve it!" Brother Yun, who had treated the wound on his leg, reprimanded him again, "Will you drink more in the future?"

Zhou Jin grinned, and squeezed out the word "no more" from his mouth.

"Dogs can't stop eating shit. How many times have you said that? I don't even want to care about you. Just look at that! He said he'd stop drinking so easily, why are you so disappointing? For a woman? "

Zhou Jin seemed to be unconvinced, "Hehe, wasn't he being supervised? When he is like me one day, let's see if he can still live up to his expectations."

"Damn it!" I, your father, will never have such a day! " Gao Kan who was using his blade to dissect the corpse suddenly threw a bloodied object towards him, and directly smashed it into Zhou Jin's face. His tone of voice did not contain the slightest hint of a joke.

Zhou Jin only laughed mockingly at himself, but did not even try to dodge, and only caused his left cheek to be covered in blood.

Lan Feng took a white cloth and wiped his face, saying, "Pah pah! Hurry up and apologize to Kanagol, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Zhou Jin then spat out, and laughed: "It's just a joke, so petty."

Gao Kan snappily snorted, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kill you."

Zhou Jin didn't know that, but Gao Kan was especially cautious in our relationship, and felt that it was a taboo to be superstitious. If he said that he wouldn't drink, he wouldn't drink at all, so he naturally wouldn't listen to jokes like this.

However, the others didn't think much of it. After Brother Yun had bandaged his legs, the few of them carried the skinned carcass out of the cabin and went to the open space opposite the fire to cook.

Lan Feng also finished his last act of bandaging, he shouted "I'm going to watch the Kanagol cook", and jumped and ran out.

The room quieted down, and only Zhou Jin and I remained.

He lay there with his eyes closed, and when I put on my earphones and watched the movie, no one said a word.

At this time, the night had unwittingly enveloped the deserted island. When I was tired of watching, I rested my eyes and found that the light in the room had gradually dimmed. Even the warm evening air had become thin and cold.

I got up and wanted to go back to the house to get my jacket, but I tripped over a wooden stool nearby and fell to the ground miserably.

On the sofa not too far away, Zhou Jin seemed to have fallen asleep.

I thought he was afraid of a sneak attack due to his reflexes, but in the next moment, he walked in front of me at the speed of an arrow, supported me up, and asked in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Did you fall down?"