Zhuang Xiaoyu is very satisfied with this place, the most satisfactory thing is that the two of them live here, and no one will be able to find them in a while.
Qin Wuyan is safe for now.
Thinking of Qin Wuyan, Zhuang Xiaoyu called Qin Wuyan's name a few times, but she didn't hear a response. She stood up and walked to the entrance of the cave. A gust of cold wind blew by, making her sneezed. His legs were so limp that he couldn't exert his strength.
She took out the whistle and blew it. Not long after, she heard the whistle coming from the mountain, and a stone fell to the ground in her heart...
Qin Wuyan came back soon, with firewood, a bow and arrow on his back, a guard knife, a fat hare, and a few medicinal herbs in his hand.
Seeing her standing at the entrance of the cave, she came to her in two or three steps, "What are you doing standing here to blow the cold wind, go and sit inside, so as not to get sick."
Seeing that her cheeks were flushed, she threw away the things in her hand and raised her hand to touch her forehead, it was really hot.
Qin Wuyan helped her to sit down: "Probably because it was too cold last night, you got sick from the cold, I got some herbs back, and I will decoct them for you later, you can lie down on those hay for a while."
Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at the haystacks on the ground.
Qin Wuyan knew that she was not used to sleeping, so he opened the bundle, spread thicker clothes on it, and patted on it: "It's nothing compared to the bed, just lie on it for a while and make do with it, when I have time, give me a bed." You make a bed or a low couch."
Zhuang Xiaoyu's voice was low and nasal: "I don't think it's dirty, I'm afraid of the bugs on the ground."
Qin Wuyan smiled: "It's winter, it's freezing, and the bugs are frozen to death, where did the bugs come from?"
Only then did Zhuang Xiaoyu heave a sigh of relief, and obediently lay down on the hay pile covered with clothes.
She couldn't sleep, she turned sideways and looked at the man in the fire with her eyes open.
Seeing Qin Wuyan melting snow into the broken pot, and scrubbing the broken pot many times, until the water in the pot became much clearer, he brought the snow again, threw the medicinal materials in and started to boil the medicine.
The young man is tall and tall, like a bamboo, when he is doing things seriously, he has gradually revealed the calmness and sharpness of a man.
Qin Wuyan twisted the dead rabbit, went outside to clean it up in the snow, skewered it with a guard knife, and roasted it on the fire.
Zhuang Xiaoyu was drowsy, and after an unknown period of time, she smelled a bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine, as well as the smell of barbecue.
When she opened her eyes, she saw that Qin Wuyan was using a knife to scrape off the scorched rabbit leg meat piece by piece, and placed it on a clean white cloth.
As if aware of her gaze, Qin Wuyan raised his eyes and glanced over. Seeing that she was awake, he quickly took out the bamboo tube, filled it with medicine, and brought it in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu: "Drink some medicine to dispel the wind and cold. It will be all right soon."
Zhuang Xiaoyu blew on the hot air above, sat next to Qin Wuyan, and asked, "Is there a bamboo forest outside?"
"There are some on the mountain. When you recover, I will make bamboo mats and beds for you." Qin Wuyan fed the medicine to her lips.
Zhuang Xiaoyu endured the pain, and gulped it down in one breath. The pain went straight to the top of the sky, and she trembled all over.
Qin Wuyan quickly took the meat slices and stuffed them into her mouth.
However, the sliced meat has no taste, and there is no salt. It looks burnt and smells tangy, but it doesn't feel good when you eat it, but it dilutes the bitter taste in your mouth anyway.
Qin Wuyan let her continue to lie down, and put the thick clothes on her body: "Sleep for a while, when you sweat, you'll be fine."
Zhuang Xiaoyu held his hand: "Ah Yan, when I get well, let's get married."
Qin Wuyan: "..."
This place is so simple and has nothing, she still has the heart to marry him.