Chapter 21：

The man was startled, and the little lunatic said, his eyes lit up with joy.

Regarding this scar, the little lunatic is always more concerned than himself, and the man's heart is warmed.

After Wang Jin took the medicine, he stuffed it into the man's arms: "After you're cured, don't mess around again!"

"Crazy?" The man's eyes flickered.

Wang Jin looked like he already knew something, which reminded the man that when he entered the door before, Mu Geer and others were chatting happily. He guessed that this little lunatic knew the origin of the scar from those few people.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the little lunatic, the little lunatic's excited expression dimmed at some point, and the big "displeasure" was almost written on his face.

The man's heart moved, and he couldn't help thinking, is the little madman unhappy that he saved other brothers? Are you...jealous?

Once this absurd idea was formed, it was irresistible. The man's heart was like being swept back and forth by a soft feather, with a bone-piercing itching, so that the man wanted to rub the brother in front of him into his arms. Rub it onto your heart.

"No more." He promised softly, as if solemnly promising.

Wang Jin was thinking about other things, he didn't hear the man's words clearly, he only heard some noises, and he looked at the man.

Only after looking at him did he realize that the man was also looking at him. He didn't know how long the man had been looking at him. His eyes were deep and full of aggression, like a beast in the wild, staring at the tender meat around his mouth.

Wang Jin flinched, thinking of what the three of them had said about the man's life experience and ability, as well as his situation in the tribe, he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Since there is no respect here, why don't men leave?

Wang Jin closed his eyes and thought for a while, his lips twitched twice, and was about to ask the man, when he saw the man get up and walk over him to the fire where the leaves were cooking.

"It's soft." The man lifted the leaf to show Wang Jin.

Wang Jin's mind was attracted to the leaf at once, he stood up hurriedly, and said excitedly: "Then fish it out, rub off the leaf flesh, I want that thin thread."

"..." Thin line?

The man looked at the soft leaf again, more than half of the boiled mesophyll had come off, and some were stuck to the veins. There were surprisingly many veins, each of which looked like a thin thread.

But, what can such a thin thread be used for?

The man was puzzled, but seeing the expectant expression of the little lunatic, he resignedly obeyed the command.

After the mesophyll is washed off, the tender green thin lines become white and distinct.

The man put them on a stone to dry, then turned to ask Wang Jin, "What do you want these for?"

Wang Jin stretched out his hand to touch those thin threads, looking happy as if he had acquired some treasure.

"Those threads can be made into clothes."

"Clothes?" The man frowned, Wang Jin thought for a while and said, "It's similar to your basket weaving."

"..." The man lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the thin thread. It is impossible to weave men's clothes with this kind of thin thread, unless the thin thread is twisted into large strips first.

The man looked at the sky, it was already late, but the little lunatic couldn't bear to look away for a moment since he got the thin thread.

The man followed suit, cleaned up the house a bit, and then went to cook dinner.

For dinner, wooden bowls and chopsticks made by men were used. After using chopsticks for many days, Wang Jin was almost in tears. If he hadn't been thinking about other things in his heart, Wang Jin must have held on to the chopsticks and refused to let go.

He ate some at will, and was about to go out to guard the thin thread. The man reached out his hand helplessly and held him: "Those things won't run away by themselves, and they are still wet. Take a shower and sleep first, and they will be dry tomorrow." .”

Wang Jin pouted dissatisfiedly, and the man pretended to be cold and said, "Be obedient."

"..." Wang Jin reluctantly returned to the house, where hot water had already been boiled for him.

Hearing the sound of water in the room, the man's body froze, and he lost his appetite in an instant.

After the man packed everything up and entered the house, the heartless brother fell asleep again. The man sighed deeply, turned on the bed, and lay down.

As soon as he lay down, the brother's delicate body instinctively leaned over, his legs and hands hugged him tightly.

The man paused slightly, then slowly relaxed...

the next day.

As soon as Wang Jin woke up, he was thinking about the thin thread. He got up and rushed out, only to find that the man was sitting in the yard, fiddling with the thin thread.

Wang Jin took a closer look and found that the man twisted the thin thread into a thick rope, and then wove a big piece of cloth like a basket!

Due to the rough technique, the cloth is hollowed out everywhere...

The author has something to say: a little less today~~more tomorrow, please collect and collect~~QAQ