When Chu Huan woke up, he did not move nor changed his breathing frequency. He instinctively developed five senses to figure out the surrounding environment. Later, he came to his senses and felt that there was no need. He found that his paranoia of persecution became more and more serious. This was a sign of taking himself too seriously. It was not good, so he had to stop in time.

At the same time, Chu Huanhou felt uncomfortable after realizing it.

He must have had a fever and was very weak. He couldn't tell where the wound was hurt. Anyway, it hurt everywhere. Maybe it was because he was stripped of his shirt for bandaging the wound. He was lying on a not very comfortable bed, and there was a scent of tide on the quilt.

Chu Huan let his brain go blank for a moment and faced Lao Wang's opinion. Now that the big ghost is dead, the little ghost is captured. He has lost all his worries and should find something to do. There are so many things in this world that need to be done. The world is unclear and the rivers are not calm. Countless people have spent countless efforts to achieve such a Chu Huan. If he is jealous all day long, will there be someone else?

But what should he do?

The most economical thing should be where to go, but when he thinks of his cowardly look on the cliff, Chu Huan is a little worried that he will drag others down.

Maybe I should really find some medicine after I go back.

At this time, he heard someone in his ear blowing a very special tune with something.

The pain makes people irritated. Chu Huan knew that he was prone to depression, so he focused his attention elsewhere as much as possible. He couldn't help but concentrate and listen carefully to the music, guessing that it might be some kind of Ye Di.

The flute player's lung capacity must be amazing, with a long and powerful breath, and a round and pleasant sound of the flute.

Well, it seems to be raining outside the window.

Chu Huan actually has no literary and artistic genius. He basically enjoys music at the level of "willing a few pop songs", but at this moment the minor tune seemed to have some magic power, and he couldn't help but fall into the song.

The sound of the flute was soaked by the rain. When I heard it in, I felt like I was lying on a distant hillside, and I could smell the fragrance of green grass all over the ground by turning my head.

Miraculously, the listlessness and fatigue that had been entrapped on Chu Huan's body was comforted. After a moment, he actually felt a sense of long-lost pleasure.

Not excitement, but pleasure.

In fact, if you are a normal person, you may take a nap, bask in the sun for a while, read a book or chat with friends for a few gossips, and you will easily experience the calm and relaxed pleasure. However, this is a luxury for Chu Huan. The joy brought about by that small song is like a cluster of sparks rising in the dark, extremely dazzling.

Chu Huan couldn't help but slowly open his eyes.

The first thing he saw was the "Xiaofang" he met at the station. Xiaofang was squatting in the corner of the wall and cooking a pot of herbs that he didn't know what it was, and his expression was still indignant. Under the blue sky and the sun, his thick eyebrows and big eyes became more and more prominent. His face was quite unspeakable. Chu Huan looked at it motionlessly for a moment and confirmed that this familiarity came from the "Angry Birds".

Then, his eyes turned to the young man playing the flute.

The man was dressed as a "strange costume". He was naked and wearing a faded and loose suit vest. Chu Huan was so old that he had never heard of anyone wearing a suit vest as a T-shirt. The thing couldn't be covered. At one glance, the man's chest, arms, and even his strong and flexible waistline were all visible. The strange totem filled the back of his arms, and the lower part of the loose vest was hidden and half exposed. A handful of long hair hanging from his waist was loosely tied behind him.

He was like a savage from the outside, picking up a piece of clothing in the garbage dump, putting it on his body and directly entering the city.

But he was very handsome, and he was a natural and elegant look without any embellishment. His facial features were all just right. When he stood by a leaf in his hand, he looked clean and upright.

In this way, the weird outfit is not only unreliable, but it makes people feel like "this is a bold new fashion."

The young man was facing the window and facing the bed, but when Chu Huan opened his eyes, he noticed it and turned his head. The corners of his eyes flew slanted, and the tips of his eyebrows were filled with bright smiles.

He looked like a tree growing towards the sun in the wild forest. His waist was straight, his branches were lush, and his whole body exuded vitality, rushing into Chu Huan's eyes vividly.

At that moment, Chu Huan clearly heard a "knock".

He felt his lifeless heart bewitching, as if he was moving.

Chu Huan felt that this was incredible, and thought that he was moved without reason, and couldn't help but spit on himself secretly: "Don't the rumors in the world say that I'm cold and I'm not going to move around without any trouble? It's really outrageous."

He couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, but he quickly covered it up. Chu Huan slowly climbed up and adjusted his mental state, thinking: "Men's color is also color. Although it's not good to speak, I didn't say that I wouldn't let it be appreciated."

When he got up, he noticed that the wound on his body had been rebanded, but the bandage was very unique - it was a kind of plant leaves that Chu Huan had never seen before. It was wide, long, neatly grown, fresh, and could smell the fragrance of plants.

...It's very well wrapped, but it's a bit like a zongzi.

Chu Huan pursed his dry lips, smiled reluctantly, and looked at Brother Xiaofang, who was squatting at the corner of the wall, looking at me with respect, feeling that he had met a Mongolian doctor.

Perhaps seeing that he was thirsty, the long-haired man put down the leaves in his hand, turned out the cup of the guesthouse, poured a glass of water for him: "Drink."

After that, he took the empty cup of Chu Huan's water after drinking it, walked aside, took out a small jar, poured out a cup of yellow liquid, handed it to Chu Huan again, and said with a smile: "Drink."

This time Chu Huan sniffed and judged the composition of the liquid in front of him - alcohol.

He couldn't help but hesitate, pointed at himself, and asked sincerely: "Is it for me?"

The beautiful boyfriend with long hair looked at him kindly and jumped out in awkward Chinese word by word: "Please, please drink."

Chu Huan: "..."

Invite the seriously injured to drink, it is such a special edition of the Nightingale little angel.

Some people look particularly bright when they smile, probably because of their 100% sincere smile. Every curve on their face seems to have some power to convey their happiness to others.

Chu Huan is not a person who is in a bad mood. He can drink all his face in one go, let alone a glass of wine or a bowl of arsenic.

The wine is long and soft, and it should be quite comfortable to drink it, but for some reason, there is a lingering smell inside, which is so fishy that it tastes long and lasts completely covered the aroma of the wine, which makes Chu Huan feel like he had a sip of blood, and his stomach is a little churning.

But it was not good to vomit. Fortunately, he was accustomed to enduring various environments that were not suitable for human survival. Chu Huan swallowed without frowning, and then made a half-dead smile with a pale face, and compared the other person with a thumbs-up against his will.

The expression of the handsome guy with long hair suddenly became even brighter. Even Brother Xiaofang in the corner seemed to be stunned for a moment, and his face became much more kind.

Chu Huan asked: "Is this the legendary Five-Toxic Wine?"

This sentence may be a bit complicated, neither of them understood it. The handsome guy with long hair showed a little cute confusion on his face, and he blinked in confusion.

Chu Huan had no choice but to ask again: "What's the name?"

Still don't understand.

Chu Huan had to fill his speech speed, and he ran a long voice with one word and one stroke: "I mean, what are your name?"

This time the other party finally understood and spoke a strange sound, which was not a single sound, nor like Chinese. It sounded like singing, with a strange rhythm, and the ending sound was similar to the Chinese "An".

Chu Huan: "What's the peace?"

The handsome man with long hair raised his head and waved to "Xiaofang" who was cooking medicine in the corner of the wall. Xiaofang immediately went out to wash his hands well. After a while, he took a small wooden box with a cautious attitude as if burning incense and fasting. He respectfully handed it to the handsome man with both hands.

The handsome man with a long haired hair sat upright on the chair opposite Chu Huan with a wooden box. He sat upright and had a "sitting like a bell".

I saw that the wooden box was of simple color and the four corners were bordered. Although the carving was not very good, I was very willing to lay the materials and wrapped them all in pure gold. The vulgarity was elegant. The large pieces of gold and the old wooden box complemented the brilliance, which was very ancient and clever.

The wooden box was opened, and it contained a cloth bag inside, wrapped in something, with three layers inside and three layers outside. Chu Huan couldn't help but look a little serious, thinking that there was something peerless treasure inside.

As a result, this handsome brother found a copy of...uh, a "hand" of the tattered Xinhua Dictionary.

It is really a "hand" dictionary, because it is no longer costly. As soon as it appears, the cover falls off first, and the wrinkled spine hangs there shakingly, and the owner carefully stretches out his hand to hold it. Chu Huan's eyes sharply saw the weather-beaten cover with the words "1971 Re-revised Version" written on it.

My mother, this is still a product before the reform and opening up.

The handsome guy with long hair flipped through the dictionary and found that part of the "Pinyin Index" in it disappeared - but based on the words of these guys, it was obvious that the pinyin thing was not very useful - he meticulously found the "ten" in the radical index with strokes and strokes. It took him nearly two minutes before he clumsily flipping the page number he wanted to find and pointed the word "nan" to Chu Huan.

He couldn't say it clearly, and he actually knew a few words, which shows that he was learning "Mutual Chinese".

Chu Huan: "Nan?"

The handsome guy raised his head and glanced at him with a bright look.

Chu Huan looked away uneasily and thought to himself: "Just speak well when you speak, why don't you give me a glamorous look?"

Then, the handsome guy counted the strokes carefully, turned to the edge of the word "mountain", and gently tapped his chest.

Chu Huan: "Mountain, Nanshan?"

As soon as the word "Nanshan" fell, the handsome guy opposite became happy for no reason. It seemed that being called a name was the happiest thing in the world. The result of his happiness was that he took out the wine jar with a strange taste, poured himself a glass first, and then under Chu Huan's inexplicably painful gaze, he enthusiastically took his cup and filled it up.

"What's the blind name? Do you seem to know words?" Chu Huan thought sadly, "I owe my mouth."

Then he happily met the handsome man with a cup, held his breath, and drank it all with a heroic drink.

Another bloody taste.

But after the second glass of wine, a warm current began to rise in Chu Huan's cold chest. First, it was a small ball, and then the warmth slowly swam across his body, effectively alleviating the pain from his wound.

He moved his shoulders slightly and found that although the bandage was a little bad, it was very effective. At least the gunshot wound on his shoulders was no longer bleeding, and his shoulders were much looser.

Generally, sensitive wounds such as gunshot wounds or serious knife wounds, even when they go to the hospital, the doctor will have to interrogate them and usually call the police. These two men who met by chance are not afraid that they are criminals, and they will save him once... No matter what method is used, Chu Huan cannot help but thank him.

Chu Huan and Nanshan thanked him. When he spoke, Nanshan was extremely focused, as if he was listening to the immortal sounds.

Nanshan probably learned a little Chinese. If others speak it slowly and use the words simpler, they will understand and understand some characters. However, whether it is pronunciation or literacy, they are a bit terrible. They probably cannot write it. They can only find similar characters through some radicals and communicate with Chu Huan stumblely.

Understanding his gratitude, Nanshan first said something in his singing voice. His voice was low and gentle, and it was so nice that it was said, but Chu Huan admired it for a while, but he didn't even understand a punctuation mark.

Nanshan might also realize that what he said was a bit confusing. He shook his head and laughed at himself. He opened his treasure dictionary, and used an extremely inefficient method to point it out word by word to Chu Huan.

Chu Huan carefully distinguished it, and saw that the words he pointed to were "you", "go", "way", "go", "me", "we", "this", "danger", "face", "me", "we", "response", "sensation", "ejaculation", "you".

Chu Huan: "..."

A large wave of typos rushed over, and Chu Huan, who was seriously injured, looked dark.
Chapter completed!