But the next day, Chu Huan still woke up from the smell of herbs.

Xiaofang - Although he learned that his real name was "Feithy Monkey", Chu Huan personally felt that the word "Xiaofang" was concise and easy to understand and vivid - although this friend still looked angry at him at him, he got up early in the morning and squatted on the ground sweating profusely to boil medicine.

It is already the season to wear windbreakers, and Xiaofang is almost shirtless all day long and can still be so hot, which makes Chu Huan a little puzzled.

Is this friend's firepower so strong that it is not as strong as an ordinary person?

Chu Huan leaned over and supported himself with his uninjured shoulder. He woke up from the hangover. He did not feel discomfort or headache. It can be seen that although the wine in Nanshan tasted strange at first, it must be a good wine.

However, with just this slight movement, his originally lazy and relaxed expression suddenly condensed.

There is a saying that "whether one can get a knife when he is in the world." Being beaten first and then beat someone is the development law of objective things. Therefore, Chu Huan dare not say how capable he is, but he is definitely a professional person who gets scratched and shot. From bullet abrasions to "three swords and six holes", he is full of experience.

Chu Huan is very clear about the degree of injury, how to raise it, and how long it takes to recover to what extent. The gunshot wounds like his body, such as those on the body, will not worsen or be infected in the first two days, are actually considered well maintained.

But at this moment, just one night, his fresh wound had begun to vaguely scab.

Not to mention as he grows older, his long-term depression and bad living habits, his physical fitness will only get worse and worse - even in his heyday, he did not have such a terrifying recovery ability.

It seems that local cell activity has been greatly enhanced.

What medicine did they give him?

In the brilliant morning light, countless thoughts emerged in Chu Huan's mind. His first reaction at that time was drugs.

What ingredients do the leaves tied to the wound and the herbs he drank?

Will he mistakenly treat the analgesic effect as the wound healing?

At this time, Nanshan came over with a basin and greeted Chu Huan with vitality.

Although Chu Huan was full of doubts, he responded calmly. He looked into the basin of Nanshan and saw that there were several large leaves that were more than two feet long in half a pot of clear water. It was like bandaged on his wound.

Nanshan knelt on one knee on the edge of his bed, bent down, and carefully untied the leaves that Chu Huan had wrapped in the wound on the first day. I don’t know whether it was because of dehydration. Perhaps because of the dehydration, the leaves removed from Chu Huan’s body were obviously dry and dim, as if their vitality had been sucked away.

There was a bit of flesh and blood on the leaves that was stuck to him. Nanshan took off the leaves and ignored them. Although Chu Huan didn't say a word, his body trembled violently.

It hurts - it hurts really, but the pain is good, at least it means that he has not been anesthetized.

Nanshan noticed his reaction, spread his palms and put them on his forehead, as if he was to comfort him. Then, Nanshan took out a small bottle and poured out a handful of snow-white powder, which looked like flour, whiter than ordinary white flour, with a special smell.

Chu Huan thought about it and felt that the smell was between "bloody" and "the earthy fishy plant".

Without waiting for Chu Huan to observe carefully, Nanshan pasted the medicine powder on his wound.

The severe pain caused by the unknown powder was really extraordinary. It was even more ecstatic than pouring pepper water directly. Chu Huan felt that someone had stabbed Chang into his wound and stirred it again.

However, he had the psychological expectation that "it will definitely hurt if you apply medicine", so he didn't even tremble this time, but he instinctively tightened his muscles and gritted his teeth and carried them over.

Regarding such a hard-bodied expression, Nanshan looked up at him and smiled admirably, and said something to him, which sounded very similar to Xiaofang's real name.

Chu Huan judged that the meaning of this praise was probably also "fearing hair x".

He accepted the other party's praise with a disgusting face, and thought sadly: "Don't be a ferocious donkey."

Miraculously, although the doubts in his heart were still there, most of the alert had gone.

On the one hand, Chu Huan seemed to have an intuition in his darkness that made him unwilling to believe that Nanshan was a bad person.

There were only two beds in the standard room in the guesthouse. It was barely possible to squeeze two thinner girls. The two men could never sleep. Xiaofang moved the TV aside on the TV cabinet. Chu Huan saw him laying a straw mat on it and slept all night on a wine jar. He looked like a paranormal.

Nanshan naturally helped him get his wounds. After taking a few more minutes, he cut a wooden stick that could be used as a crutch for a short time to make it easier for him to walk around. After Chu Huan packed up, he took out a few cakes and shared them with him.

It was a cake with coarse grains, some noodles, and some dead noodles. It can be seen that it was made a few days ago. It was dry and hard. Like the dry food that people carried with them when they went out, the taste was very crazy.

The unknown but extremely effective medicine powder made Chu Huan full of speculation about his origin, so he also ate coarse grains and mixed noodles cakes in particular, and he wanted to taste some mysterious ingredients from it.

As a result, Nanshan thought the cake was too hard and he was not easy to bite. He immediately poured him a glass of wine carefully. Under Chu Huan's inexplicable gaze, he took it down a piece of cake crust and soaked it in it, and then took it out and handed it to him.

Chu Huan: "..."

He thanked Nanshan for his concern, took it silently and ate it, and experienced the whole process from "crazy" to "sad".

During the simple breakfast, Chu Huan began to communicate with the other party. He first asked in a stuttering manner: "Are you going to wait here for a few more days? Wait for that teacher to come."

Nanshan shook his head and said that the person would not come.

He still expressed his feelings very hard, his expression was a little lonely, but he was calm, as if he was no longer worried.

Chu Huan: "When will you leave?"

Nanshan said: Wait for your injury to heal.

At first, Chu Huan suspected that it was a poor communication that made him misunderstand what he meant. He hesitated and repeated his own question. Nanshan stretched out his palm, patted his shoulders and legs, and then closed his hands and made a gesture that seemed to be "healing".

Chu Huan was stunned.

He wanted to ask more questions. He had unknown origin and had gunshot wounds on his body. The other party just met him by chance. It would be fine if he recognized the wrong person. Now the other party clearly knows, but still has to stay because he takes care of a stranger?

But he finally didn't ask, and always felt that asking such questions was like doubting other people's intentions.

So he doubted?

It is impossible for Chu Huan to not doubt it, because he did this. For him, negligence is synonymous with stupidity. He has to always keep a cautious examination of the surrounding environment and question it over and over again.

However, when he saw Nanshan's clear eyes, he couldn't help feeling ashamed of this question in his arms, so he covered it up very tightly.

So Chu Huan was silent for a moment: "Then I'll treat you to lunch at noon - by the way, I can teach you a few more Mandarin words. Can you play two more yesterday's songs for me?"

Nanshan was generous when he invited someone to eat and drink, and was not pretentious when he was invited. At noon, he happily carried Chu Huan out of the guesthouse with Xiaofang.

The small county town is a transit station for travelers to rest. Looking around, a row of small restaurants that provide pig food and group meals for tourist groups all look like mothers. Only a foreign fast food restaurant on the corner of the street is unique, and the English shop hanging at the door stands out.

Of course, when I got closer, I found that the letters were in Chinese pinyin.

The pinyin content is also marked in the corner with "People who are willing to be a chicken".

Chu Huan stopped under the sign for a long time and concluded that this was a child who played with McDonald's, KFC and Chongqing Chicken Pot.

But is the ambition of "being willing to be a chicken" a little too ambitious?

When he rolled down the cliff, the communication equipment fell off and was broken. It was not until this time that Chu Huan finally spent 50 cents to call Lao Wang by the hotel. He listened to Lao Wang's scolding, saying that it was the baptism of his father-in-law's love in his previous life, and then refused Lao Wang's suggestion to send someone to pick him up.

"I will go back by myself after staying for a few days. The environment here is quite good, so I will treat it as a tourist."

Lao Wang didn't bother him, but just remained silent for a while and asked, "How did you just say you fell down?"

Chu Huan's face remained unchanged: "She was wrong."

Lao Wang: "...Can you die without nonsense?"

"It's really a mistake, but it's been renovated now." Chu Huan chuckled softly, "What, don't forget to ask Xiaolu for me, a miserable young man, when I go back, I've agreed that I have to call me uncle when I give birth to a child in the future."

Lao Wang's daughter's nickname is Xiaolu. She married a photographer two years ago and is about to have a child now.

Chu Huan recalled that he had been fighting for her throughout his adolescence, and he was like a black-eyed chicken, but he never asked her to come out to watch a movie or eat ice cream or something. He had never even written a popular love letter, and he was simply a fight for the sake of pinching and fighting.

It's a bit self-indulgent and ridiculous... almost cute.

"Go away, goodbye." He said to Lao Wang.

"Keep Chicken" sells noodles and fried chicken. When Chu Huan asked innocently, "Is there any fries - fried potatoes?", the boss lady turned around and brought him a bowl of two rice steamed with big potato cubes. She reached out to grab a handful of coarse salt, sprinkled it up, and said heroically: "Get it."

Chu Huan: "..."

However, although the food is unexpectedly good, the quality of the food is quite good. The dough cake is white and chubby and crispy, and the fried chicken is yellow. You can smell a strange meat fragrance from afar.

Xiaofang was very impatient with Chu Huan first, and even a little hostile. When she drank together the day before, this hostility had been eliminated. When the fried chicken was served, Chu Huan could see that the ferocious monkey was planning to turn enemies into friends with him.

He himself had no appetite. Chu Huan touched his whole body, found only half of the cigarette left, borrowed a fire from the boss's wife, sucked one by the window, and when he sat back, Nanshan suddenly raised his hand and pressed his chest.

Chu Huan was stunned and saw Nanshan gently tapping his lungs with his index finger joint, looking at him seriously, and shook his head in disagreement.

Then, Nanshan retracted his hand and handed Chu Huan a chicken leg.

Chu Huan couldn't help staring at him for a while. When he found that when Nanshan was eating, he was fully focused as if he was dealing with a very sacred matter, and he would not waste a single slag.

Eating - For Chu Huan, it was just a basic behavior to maintain life. He didn't know when he lost his appetite. There was no difference between delicious food and bad food. The shriveled grain cakes that could not be bitten and the full-color, aroma and flavored meal were the same in his eyes. Three bites were all done with the same taste.

But at this moment, he looked at Nanshan and suddenly had the illusion that "eating is a particularly happy thing". He tentatively lowered his head and took a bite. It felt no different, it was just ordinary chicken.

So Chu Huan couldn't help but look at Nanshan again, and was once again flashed by the unparalleled sense of happiness.

"Is that delicious?" Chu Huan thought to himself, and involuntarily slowed down and focused his spirit floating everywhere on the bitten chicken leg in his hand.

In this way, Chu Huan glanced at Nanshan and took a bite. Slowly, his numb but inflexible taste buds gradually woke up and he actually tasted it.

The three of them quickly swept away the two large plates of fried chicken that were stacked up. Chu Huan realized that he was overeating.

After paying the bill, he looked back at Nanshan's calm expression with satisfaction. Somehow, he actually felt a little assimilated pleasure.

But...wait, it’s okay if music can please your body and mind, but what’s the matter with watching others eat?

Can you eat beautifully?
Chapter completed!