C170 (2/2)
”Our hands and feet have been scratched by the gravel on the slope. You'd better not move to avoid tearing the wound.” Zhang Song said to Dongfang Yi, ”Just now, I observed my surroundings. This should be a valley, and there's even a small river.”
The valley was surrounded by mountains and was surrounded by lush green trees. A small river slowly flowed between the valleys. Such a scenery was extremely beautiful to anyone. It was just that right now, Dongfang Yi did not have the leisure to enjoy such a beautiful scenery.
It was going to be dark soon. Dongfang Yi only had the thought of leaving this damned valley as soon as possible. It was always good to have an idea, but when a good idea became an extravagant hope, it wasn't good.
Before Dongfang Yi could explain his thoughts to him, Zhang Song said, ”It's almost dark, it seems like we need to spend the night in the valley. We need to find some dried wood to burn before it gets dark, and at the end, we can also find some food.”
”Don't panic, let me see what I have on me.” Zhang Song turned over the bag that had been scraped to pieces by the rocks on the slope.
Zhang Song's luck was good, he found the lighter that Yao Wei gifted him. With a lighter, at least they wouldn't have to worry about how to light a fire. In this situation, fire was no doubt a lifesaver.
”With this lighter, we can do it much easier. ”There's no time to lose, I'll go around to pick up some dried wood. If you have any injuries on your leg, you can stay here!” Zhang Song carefully put away the lighter, and endured the injury on his leg as he stood up.
”Then come back quickly! ”I'm here alone, I …” Dongfang Yi wanted to say something but hesitated.
Dongfang Yi's fearful expression was completely seen by Zhang Song. In his memories, this seemed to be the first time Dongfang Yi showed a terrified expression in front of him.
Zhang Song said: ”I will be back soon. You just sit here peacefully. If you can move, you should first use the water from the stream to clean your wounds. I'll be going first, I'll be back in a while! ”
After Zhang Song finished explaining, he followed the direction of the river and entered the forest not far away.
Many of the trees here were very lush, and now that it was autumn, the dead branches and rotten leaves under the trees were abnormally rich. It was extremely convenient for Zhang Song to pick some dry and flammable branches from the pile. Not long after, Zhang Song's hands were full of bundles.
Both sides had something to say, while the other side had something to say. After Zhang Song left, Dongfang Yi staggered to the side of the river. Following Zhang Song's instructions before he left, Dongfang Yi rolled up his sleeves and legs. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the water with it and carefully washed his wounds.
Dongfang Yi's hands were thin and his legs were white. Her white arms and calves were covered with long and thin, bright red cuts. The size of the opening varied, and the length of the opening varied. It was seven or eight centimeters long, only an inch short, and the blood had dried on it.
Dongfang Yi's movements were very careful, each wipe minimizing his strength. Even so, every time he wiped the wound, it would cause it to move. It was so painful that Dongfang Yi bit her lips and took a deep breath. Fortunately, it was late autumn and the river had become very cold. The cold river water on top of the wound had the effect of cold compress on the pain, more or less alleviating Dongfang Yi's pain.
The sky gradually darkened. A cold wind blew past and Dongfang Yi could not help but shiver. He could not help but feel a tinge of fear in his heart. A rock that rolled down from the slope fell into the slowly flowing water with a ”plop” sound, scaring Dongfang Yi out of his wits.
It was also the easiest time for a woman to let her imagination run wild when she was afraid. Darkness brought about fear to Dongfang Yi, causing him to tighten his limbs in fear. Like a wounded female leopard, he surveyed his surroundings defensively, and couldn't help but begin to let his thoughts run wild.
”I heard a few footsteps just now. Did that masked man chase them down?” Dongfang Yi thought, ”It shouldn't be them, there are seven of them, their footsteps won't sound so orderly, I don't want to scare myself.”
It was true that there were footsteps coming from afar, and it was getting closer and closer to Dongfang Yi.
Dongfang Yi saw a black figure walking towards him, and his entire body became ready to resist. As long as the black figure approached him, he would fight it out with the black figure. Although Dongfang Yi felt very tired right now, but he was prepared to fight to the death.
”Xiao Yi, it's me!” Zhang Song felt Dongfang Yi's killing intent and could not help but shout at him.
”Zhang Song, is that you?” When Dongfang Yi heard the familiar voice, his whole body's vigilance relaxed and he collapsed to the ground. A wave of cold sweat flowed down his back.
”It's me!” Zhang Song walked in front of Dongfang Yi. Using the faint light of the night sky, Dongfang Yi finally saw Zhang Song's face clearly. For a moment, all sorts of emotions surged in his heart like overturned vases. Dongfang Yi threw himself into Zhang Song's embrace without a care and started to sob ruthlessly. She merely allowed the tears to fall onto Zhang Song's shoulders.
”Zhang Song, I thought you didn't want me anymore. Leave me behind and leave by yourself.” Dongfang Yi cried in grievance.
Zhang Song hugged Dongfang Yi and comforted him by patting him on the shoulder, ”Don't cry anymore, Xiao Yi, didn't I come back already? You are so beautiful, how could I bear to leave such a beautiful girl like you in the mountains? ”Don't worry, I won't leave you behind.”