Chapter 120： Warm scarf (2/2)

He sighed at Gu Lan's big hand, and used a posture of drilling wood to make fire, and after a while, he really heated Gu Lan's big hand.

"Alright." Holding Qingqing's hand, Gu Lan withdrew his own, subconsciously lowered his head and glanced, then his pupils shrank slightly.

He grabbed Qingqing's hands abruptly, and saw that there was dust and blood stains all over it, and there was no good place in his fingers.

This was the scar left by the time he dug a stone to save people. Not only Qing Qing, but Gu Lan and Ou Qing were also injured, but Qing Qing's hands were whiter and more delicate, making these injuries more shocking.

Looking at it makes people feel irritable.

"Are there any mineral water and disinfectant?"

"There is a little left."

Wang Shuzhi also saw Qingqing's hand. While annoyed by his carelessness, he quickly pulled out a bottle of unopened mineral water and several packets of alcohol cotton tablets from his bag.

These cotton pieces were originally used by Wang Shuzhi to wipe the ear studs, but now they are used separately.

He didn't bring much, and some other people brought some stock medicines with disinfectant effect, so he didn't turn out these few tablets.

Now it is just for Qingqing.

"Can this be used by others?"

"Yes, it's all medicinal alcohol, which is universal for human body utensils."

Take two pieces of clean paper, pour clean water, and then clean the hands of Qing Qing little by little. They are the wounds. You must not leave a little bit of sand, otherwise it will be easy to get infected.

"It hurts..." Qingqing is not a painful person.

The pain in my hand just now didn't feel too much. Now I was grasped by my hand, and the wound was touched all the time. Even though Gu Lan was already very careful and gentle, Qingqing still had tears in his eyes.

Especially afterwards, you have to use alcohol cotton pads to disinfect, that irritation... directly caused Qing Qing to cry.

She cried out wowly, struggling to withdraw her hand, and was stubbornly clasped again, unable to withdraw it, and finally choked until she was put on a hemostatic sticker.

"Don't cry." Gu Lan reluctantly took the remaining clean tissues and gave her tears.

"I... hiccup, I want uncle." It seems that when he was three years old, the aggrieved Qingqing only wanted to find Fu Heng.

It's best to throw him in his arms for comfort.

To kiss

Only by hugging and holding high can you not cry.

But she was wronged.

Rubbing Qingqing’s head, making her stray long hair even more messy, Gu Lan looked at the road leading down the mountain blankly, and whispered in a voice that only she could hear: "I don’t know what else Can't meet."

As long as they are not moved to an absolutely safe place, their danger will always exist.

He was afraid that they were too bad luck to go home alive.

As soon as his neck warmed, Gu Lan turned his head subconsciously, and saw that Qingqing's eyes were still with tears, the tip of his nose was red, and his tightly bound hands were still awkwardly wearing a scarf.

Wang Shuzhi pulled Ou Qing out from behind Qingqing, and he could see a circle of pink plush scarves around their necks.

At a glance, it is the same.

Now after the scarf was wrapped around three people, the remaining end also fell on his neck.

Among the few of them, Qingqing was the only one wearing a long scarf. What Qingqing didn't want to wear was mainly because Gu Lan was worried that she would be cold, so she just surrounded her.

And now this scarf actually became a warm connection between them, and even Gu Lan had to sigh the magic of this fate.

He didn't refuse Qingqing's kindness, and worried that the scarf was not long enough.

Gu Lan tilted her upper body closer to Qingqing, and lowered her head so that she could surround herself.

The fluffy scarf is very warm, with the temperature of Qingqing's body, mixed with a light floral and fruity scent, it is Qingqing's favorite shower gel.

It smells very good, but also very comfortable, and the tension that makes people can't help but calm down.

As time passed by, the sky that was not too early gradually darkened.

At night, the cold wind was so cold that everyone couldn't stop trembling. There was a low and deep whimper, and some people couldn't help crying.

It's not going to work like this.

Gu Lan knew this well, he stood up, moved his stiff hands and feet, and walked to the host.

"We have to go to the temple to get some supplies out. Even if we don't get the other items, we have to bring some warm items such as quilts or curtains, otherwise everyone can't stand it."

"But the aftermath has not passed yet."

Before the host spoke, a little monk sitting beside him spoke weakly.

He looked very young and didn't have much experience. As a result, he was now terribly scared by the earthquake, and he had already broken his nerves.

Even if his hands and feet were paralyzed by the cold, he refused to step into the temple again.

Aftershocks will last for several days. If there is another aftershock after entering the temple, the house will collapse...

With a pale face, the little monk trembled all over, not knowing whether it was because of fear or cold.