Heartburn

"My boss, why don't you just give money to the victims?" Sitting in the slightly bumpy carriage, I was boredly counting the knots on my waist to pass the time, when I heard Jiang Zhuo's cold voice faintly sounded.

On weekdays, when I talk to her, every one of the three sentences is good. It is extremely rare to take the initiative to speak, but I was flattered and boring, and I answered her doubts seriously: "Have you ever heard a sentence? -Is it better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish?"

Looking at her expression, I knew that I had made a mistake and applied another time-space phrase. How could she have heard it.

It was a bit of a fall, and I quickly explained: "These victims have lost their homes and money, but they have not lost their hope of survival and the ability to earn a living. Blindly assisting and providing will only breed laziness and slack, only to make them regain their confidence. Living on their own is the best help for them..."

Speaking of rise, I found that those faint eyes were watching me quietly, and an unknown emotion was flowing in his eyes, like a cold flame of scrutiny, and a glimmer of appreciation. This look makes me look at me. His cheeks were hot, and he stammered and couldn't speak anymore.

"My boss's opinion, Jiang Zhuo has been taught." After a while, she retracted her gaze, leaned back on the side of the car wall, closed her eyes and calmed down, and ignored me.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and my heart began to "pound" wildly-her breath lingered in this small carriage, faintly digging into my nose, like a cat's claw gently Scratching the palm of my hand-the thought of reaching out to touch the other person started to move.

Covering my face with a slap, I used three points of strength in my hand. The slightly crisp sound and a little pain made me wake up in an instant.

After sitting for a few hours, it was obvious that the carriage had increased its speed, and it was time to arrive in the Xiangwei city. Why didn't it stop to rest?

I moved my numb legs, leaned forward and looked at the curtains of the car. Outside the window was the view of the dense forest in the countryside, and there was no shop in front of the village, and no smoking house.

Seeing my doubts, Jiang Zhuo took out a plate of pastries that had been packed before from the small cabinet in the car and put it in front of me: "The beggar also said that the city of Xiangwei will not be peaceful due to flooding today. It is better to take a detour. In the evening, I’ll be wronged by the owner for staying out overnight."

"Oh..." I nodded and took a piece of pastry to my mouth. I didn't object to it. I only doubted the delicate physique of Kuang Xihan. It was cold at night, and it was out in the wild. I didn't know if it was in the car. There are enough warm bedding to help me through this night.

My worry is really not superfluous-the sky is getting darker, the lower body of the sedentary is numb to soreness, the bone head is about to fall apart, and protests are frequently sent from all parts of the body, indicating that this body has reached its limit... What's more serious is that the temperature is gradually decreasing with the setting of the sun, and just a layer of brocade quilt originally paved in the carriage does not play any role.

Seeing my pale face, Jiang Zhuo opened the curtain and said to the guards who drove the car: "Stop to make a fire and camp on the spot." Then he looked at me, and his eyes seemed to be apologetic, "I didn't prepare warm clothes in the car, yes. The subordinates are not thinking well."

"It's okay, it's not to blame you, it's because I'm not able to live up to it." I waved my hand, holding back the itch of wanting to cough in my throat, I didn't want the other person to feel self-blame—including Jiang Zhuo, these few The guards are all strong warriors, and they are not afraid of the cold themselves. Naturally, they don't need to prepare any warm clothes and bedding; and according to the previous plan, they have never planned to sleep outside, so they are no wonder.

The car parked on a flat ground suitable for footing.

Holding Jiang Zhuo’s hand to jump out of the carriage, the cold wind rushed from all directions, and taught me that my not very warm hand became cold in an instant - keenly aware of this, Jiang Zhuo did not immediately release it. Opening my hand, she wrapped my hand with her warm palm, turned sideways to block the wind in front of me, and led me to slowly walk towards the campfire lit by the guards.

The attentive guards put a futon on the ground, and then moved the fruits on the carriage down and placed them in front of me; holding the tea that Jiang Zhuo poured for me in his hands, the heat was pressed against the palms, reflecting the crackling fire The pile, the warmth melted away, and the blood on his face gradually warmed up.

The guards who were in charge of fetching water and hunting came back one after another. One was holding a bulging water bag, and the other was carrying two lively little rabbits; I saw a few people staring at the two fat rabbits, even Jiang Zhuo happily. He took another look, and had to silently swallow the words to save these two little things.

——Although the little rabbit is very cute, it is obvious that the guards need food to maintain their physical strength. I am not naive enough to grievance the bellies of the guards to satisfy my overflowing sympathy.

I turned my eyes away from the process of bleeding and skinning the rabbits until the nose smelled the smell of roast meat and the stomach signaled hunger. Then I turned my face slightly.

A guard sliced ​​the cooked rabbit meat with a dagger, put it in a small bowl, and brought it to me.

I smiled at her and pushed the bowl back to her: "I'm not hungry, just divide it."

Jiang Zhuo frowned in disapproval: "My boss, if you don't eat, how can you have the strength to hurry?"

"It doesn't matter, I just eat pastries. I just sit in the carriage on the left and right, and it doesn't take much effort." I shook my head and refused, thanking the greasy rabbit meat in the bowl.

Seeming to understand my concerns, Jiang Zhuo took the dagger from the guard, and removed the grease with a few "swishes", leaving only a thin piece of leg meat. He pierced it with a dagger and passed it in front of my eyes. , Quite a bit of indisputable meaning.

Staring at the piece of thigh that was in front of me for a while, I curled my mouth, and had to tip my head in compromise, gently bit the meat on the dagger, pulled it off and put it in my mouth and chewed slowly—without adding pepper. I waited for the seasoning, but sprinkled some honey, so it didn't have a sweet and delicious taste.

Swallowing the meat residue, licking the oil stains on his mouth, and looking around, Jiang Zhuo was looking at me with a dagger, looking at me with a particularly deep look. Against the background of the fire, his black eyes seemed to be embedded. Two groups of golden flames, gorgeous and splendid, can't open their eyes.

With a blink of an eye, it seemed as if he had suddenly recovered. Jiang Zhuo withdrew his gaze nonchalantly, and ate the rabbit meat and pastries he had received with clear water, and ignored me.

After eating and drinking, and washing with some water, I slept on the layer of soil that was previously burning. The remaining heat was transmitted through the thick bedding, making people feel warm.

Jiang Zhuo and the other guards slept in a circle around me, blocking the cold wind for me, and the remaining two held swords to watch the night.

The sleepiness struck, and I didn't care about the discomfort of sleeping out in the suburbs, so I fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long I slept, and I suddenly woke up, but the bedding beneath me faded and the tentacles became cold.

It was pitch black in front of me, and only faintly visible stars in the sky; the moonlight passed through the intertwined branches, like a hazy tulle, adding a touch of moving mood to the desolate night, if it weren’t for the temperature to make me tremble, Not to lose the thought of appreciation.

Not wanting to disturb others, I quietly turned over and lay on my side, curled up my legs, trying to gather some temperature, and changed my hands from lying on my sides to embracing my shoulders-but this didn’t change anything, but because of the slight movement, it caused it. The attention of people around you.

"My boss, but I can't sleep?" Jiang Zhuo's voice sounded very close to me. He squinted and could only discern an outline from the night-her vigil time has passed, she should be lying down. Rest in a position beside me.

"Well, it's a bit cold..." I was sorry for waking her up, but I couldn't help but uttered the thoughts in my heart. When I listened carefully, it seemed to be a little bit coquettish, and taught me that I can't wait for myself. hand.

She calmed down and didn't reply; I looked nervously, only to see a dark shadow.

I was about to open my mouth to restore my image, but I felt a warm palm covering my forehead and cheeks, there was a thin callus on the joints, but the fingertips were very soft and delicate.

The palm of my hand fumbled all the way from my face and neck, touching slightly, as if confirming something.

I couldn't understand her thoughts. I just felt that the place where her palm touched was warming up like a fire, and my heartbeat suddenly accelerated, almost jumping out of my chest.

——This is Jiang Zhuo's hand? what is she doing?

I bit my lip firmly, and my curled leg was subconsciously clamped, and the palm of my hand was sweating finely.

After waiting for a while with bated breath, she felt her hand reached into the quilt, fumbled a few times, and accurately found my hand, tentatively squeezed it, and soon left.

"It's a bit cold." She whispered to my hot ears. Before I could react, her waist was tight, but she was holding her arms in her arms through the quilt, the cold one. The sound was so close at hand, my mind went blank, "So... offended."

After a few full breaths, I reacted ignorantly-I was held by Jiang Zhuo... in my arms?

Is she warming me in this way?

Shocked, shy, and unexplainable joy.

Should I be grateful that the sky is so dark that I must not be noticed by my **** face?

With the ears and vigilance of those guards, we must be able to detect our movements; the thought of me being held in Jiang Zhuo's arms is being seen by other guards, and the embarrassment of the embarrassment overwhelms the sky. Come here-I'm afraid even the neck is red at this moment.

After waiting for a while, Jiang Zhuo didn't make any other movements, and the guards didn't seem to be aware of it. Only then did I feel that the rush, like a thief's heart rate, became a little bit smoother.

——However, it was beyond my expectation: Although my body warmed up warmly after being held by her, the thought of "I am being held by Jiang Zhuo" appeared in my mind all the time, teaching me never again Feeling sleepy.