Chapter 7
Then, the handsome man carefully counted the strokes again, turned to the side of the character "mountain," and gently tapped his own chest.
... well wrapped, it just resembles a rice dumpling a bit
Perhaps he should go back to where he came from, but when Chu Huan thought of the cowardly way he had let go on the cliff, he felt a bit worried that he would burden others upon returning to the organization
Chu Huan awkwardly averted his gaze, thinking: "If you want to talk, just talk properly. Why throw flirtatious glances for no reason?"
This time, Chu Huan sniffed and determined the composition of the liquid before him—alcohol
The lung capacity of the flute player must be remarkable, with a long and powerful breath, producing a round and melodious sound.
Chu Huan emptied his mind for a moment and acknowledged Lao Wang's opinion. With the big ghost dead and the little ghost captured, he had resolved one of his concerns and should find something to do. The world is chaotic, and the rivers are turbulent; there are so many things in this world that need to be done. Countless people have invested immense effort to shape the current Chu Huan. If he were to spend all his time wallowing in self-pity, would he still resemble a human being?
Some people appear particularly radiant when they smile, perhaps because their smile is one hundred percent genuine and sincere, with every curve of their face seemingly possessing a certain power to convey their joy to others
Noticing his thirst, the long-haired man set down the leaf he was holding, took out a cup from the guesthouse, and poured a glass of water for him: "Drink"
Chu Huan found this matter to be utterly incomprehensible, believing that his feelings were entirely unreasonable. He could not help but secretly scold himself, saying: "Isn't it rumored in the jianghu that I am asexual? Why am I stirring up trouble for no reason? This is truly absurd"
Another mouthful of fresh blood
I still don't understand
He first saw the one he encountered at the station, "Xiao Fang," who was squatting in the corner of the wall, brewing a pot of unknown herbal medicine. Her expression remained one of indignation. Under the bright sunlight, her thick eyebrows and large eyes were even more pronounced, and upon closer inspection, her frowning face bore an inexplicable familiarity—Chu Huan stood still for a moment, concluding that this sense of familiarity stemmed from the famous game "Angry Birds"
Chu Huan asked: "Is this the legendary Five Poisons Wine"
Miraculously, the languor and fatigue that had been entangled with Chu Huan for so long were soothed, and after a moment, he surprisingly experienced a sense of long-lost pleasure
The result revealed that this very handsome brother pulled out a ... um, a "copy" of a tattered Xinhua Dictionary.
The expression of the long-haired handsome man suddenly became even more radiant, and even the little brother Xiao Fang in the corner seemed to be taken aback for a moment, his demeanor becoming much more amiable.
The long-haired handsome boyfriend looked at him kindly, struggling to speak in halting Chinese, word by word: "Please, please drink."
Chu Huan : `` ... ... ''
The handsome man lifted his head and gazed at him with piercing eyes
Understanding his gratitude, Nanshan first spoke something in his melodious voice, which was deep and graceful, so pleasing to the ear that it was captivating. However, the words he spoke sounded like a foreign language, and Chu Huan appreciated it for a while, not comprehending even a single punctuation mark.
The wine is long-lasting and smooth, and drinking it should be quite pleasant, but there is always a lingering fishy smell that cannot be dispelled. The fishiness leaves a lasting aftertaste, ultimately completely overshadowing the aroma of the wine, giving Chu Huan the illusion that he has taken a sip of fresh blood, causing a slight churn in his stomach.
But what should he do
The wooden box exudes an ancient charm, with its corners adorned with borders. Although the carving is not particularly exquisite, it is generously crafted, entirely wrapped in pure gold. The combination of grand simplicity and elegance, along with the substantial gold covering, creates a striking contrast with the old wooden box, imparting a sense of rustic beauty.
In fact, for an ordinary person, taking a nap, basking in the sun for a while, reading a book, or chatting casually with friends can easily evoke a sense of calm and relaxed joy. However, for Chu Huan, this has become a luxury; he has long been unfamiliar with the taste of happiness.
The person's attire can only be described as "eccentric and bizarre." He was bare-chested, wearing an old, faded, and loose-fitting suit vest. A glance revealed his chest, arms, and the strong, flexible line of his waist in full view. Strange totems covered his arms and back, partially visible beneath the vest. A long mane of hair hung loosely behind him at his waist. He resembled a wild man from beyond civilization, having casually picked up a piece of clothing from a garbage heap and donned it before walking into the city
As soon as he got up, he noticed that the wounds on his body had been rebandaged, but the materials used for the bandaging were quite unconventional—those were leaves from a plant that Chu Huan had never seen before, wide as a palm, very long, growing neatly, fresh, and still exuding the fragrant aroma of the plant
Pain can make one irritable. Chu Huan was aware that he was prone to depression, so he tried his best to focus his attention elsewhere. He couldn't help but listen intently to the music, speculating that it might be some kind of leaf flute
"What are you shouting about? Does that make it seem like you can read?" Chu Huan thought sadly, "My mouth really is too reckless."
However, it was not very pleasant to spit it out. Fortunately, Chu Huan was able to endure it; he swallowed it down without even furrowing his brow, then forced out a pale smile that looked half-dead, insincerely giving a thumbs-up to the other party.
The long-haired handsome man sat upright on the chair opposite Chu Huan, exuding a demeanor that was reminiscent of the phrase "sitting like a bell".
Nanshan should have learned a bit of Chinese. If others speak a little slower and use simpler words, he can understand about seventy to eighty percent and recognizes some characters. However, both his pronunciation and character recognition are somewhat lacking. He probably cannot write at all and can only look up similar characters through some radicals, struggling to communicate with Chu Huan.
He speaks unclearly, yet he surprisingly recognizes a few characters, which indicates that he has learned "mute Chinese"
Chu Huan pressed his dry lips together, forcing a smile. He looked with great respect at Xiao Fang, who was squatting in the corner preparing medicine, feeling as if he had encountered a living Mongolian doctor
He couldn't help but feel a bit awkward, but he quickly concealed it. As Chu Huan slowly got up, he adjusted his mental state, thinking to himself: "Male beauty is still beauty; although it's not my preference, it doesn't mean I can't appreciate it."
Chu Huan: "South?"
It is not excitement, but joy
At that moment, Chu Huan heard someone nearby blowing a very special melody with something.
It is truly a remarkable male nurse who asks the injured patients to drink alcohol
The wooden box opened, revealing a cloth pouch inside, wrapped around some object, with three layers inside and three layers outside. Chu Huan couldn't help but become serious, thinking that there might be some extraordinary treasure within.
In general, when encountering gunshot or stab wounds, hospitals tend to be very sensitive; doctors will conduct thorough inquiries and usually report to the police. However, these two men, who are mere strangers, are not afraid that the other might be a criminal and even went so far as to lend a helping hand to save him... Although the method is open to debate, Chu Huan cannot help but feel grateful.
Perhaps he really should find some medicine to take
Chu Huan actually lacks any artistic sensibility; his appreciation of music is basically at the level of being able to hum a few popular songs. However, at this moment, that minor key seemed to possess a certain magic, and he found himself involuntarily immersed in the melody.
It seems to be raining outside the window
Chu Huan expressed his gratitude to Nanshan. While he spoke, Nanshan listened with utmost concentration, as if he were attuning himself to celestial melodies
Chu Huan: "What is peace?"
Chu Huan : `` ... ... ''
The sound of the flute is soaked by the rain; taking a breath feels as if one is lying on a distant hillside, where tilting one's head allows one to smell the fragrance of the lush green grass all around.
Chu Huan carefully distinguished, and he pointed out the characters "you" "walk" "transport" "road" "to" "us" "this" "dangerous" "face" "we" "should" "feel" "shoot" "you"
Chu Huan: "Mountain, South Mountain?"
Chu Huan had no choice but to slow down his speech, elongating each word: "I mean, what is your name?"
Chu Huan could not help but slowly open his eyes
In this way, that bizarre attire not only appears ridiculous, but instead gives one a sense of "this is a bold new fashion"
Nanshan might have realized that what he said was somewhat perplexing. He shook his head in self-deprecation, opened his treasured dictionary, and in an extremely inefficient manner, pointed out each word to Chu Huan one by one.
The young man was originally facing the window, positioned sideways to the bed. As soon as Chu Huan opened his eyes and moved, he noticed it and looked over. The corners of his eyes lifted at an angle, and his lips and brows were filled with a brilliant smile, resembling a tree growing towards the sun in a wild forest. He stood tall, with abundant branches and leaves, exuding a vibrant vitality that burst into Chu Huan's sight.
Subsequently, his gaze turned towards the young man playing the flute
It is truly a "one-handed" dictionary, as it has completely lost its original value. The moment it appeared, the cover fell off first, and the crumpled spine dangled precariously, held carefully by its owner. Chu Huan, with keen eyes, noticed the words "1971 Revised Edition" written on the weathered cover.
Watching Chu Huan finish his drink, he took the empty cup, walked to the side, took out a small jar, poured out a cup of yellow liquid, and handed it back to Chu Huan with a beaming smile, saying: "Drink"
Zhu Huan had no choice but to ask again: "What should I call you?"
A large wave of typos surged forth, leaving Chu Huan, who was severely injured, in complete darkness.
This time, the other party finally understood, and emitted a strange sound, which was neither a single tone nor similar to Chinese; it sounded like singing, carrying a peculiar rhythm, with the final sound resembling the Chinese word "ān".
He then pretended to cheerfully clink glasses with the handsome man, held his breath, and boldly drank it all in one go
When Chu Huan woke up, he did not move, nor did he change the frequency of his breathing. He first expanded his senses to gauge the surrounding environment, but later came to his senses and felt it was unnecessary. His paranoia had become increasingly severe, and Chu Huan believed this was a precursor to taking himself too seriously, which was not good; he needed to put a stop to it in a timely manner
In that moment, Chu Huanqing clearly heard a "thud" sound
He couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, pointed to himself, and sincerely asked: "For me?"
Chu Huan is not a killjoy; faced with such a face, one could say that not only a glass of wine but even a bowl of arsenic, he could drink it all in one go
He slightly moved his shoulder and found that although the bandage was not very well-shaped, it was quite effective. At least the gunshot wound on his shoulder had stopped bleeding, and his shoulder felt much more relaxed.
Dear mother, this is still a product from before the reform and opening up
This sentence may be a bit complex, as neither of the two individuals understood it. A hint of adorable confusion appeared on the face of the handsome man with long hair, who blinked his eyes in bewilderment
The long-haired handsome man opened the dictionary, and a part of the "Pinyin Index" had mysteriously disappeared—however, given the oral proficiency of these gentlemen, it was evident that Pinyin was not particularly useful to them. He meticulously traced each stroke and, with great care, found the radical "十" in the index. It took him nearly two minutes to clumsily flip to the desired page and point out the character "南" to Chu Huan. It was evident that Pinyin was not particularly useful to them. He meticulously traced each stroke and, with great care, found the radical "十" in the index. It took him nearly two minutes to clumsily flip to the desired page and point out the character "南" to Chu Huan.
However, this person is exceptionally handsome, possessing a natural and unadorned elegance. His facial features are perfectly defined, and when he stands by the window holding a leaf, he appears both clean and forthright
"This is my fourth uncle's," he thought, "how can we still play together like this?"
The long-haired handsome man raised his head and waved to "Xiao Fang," who was brewing medicine in the corner. Xiao Fang immediately, trained and disciplined, went out to wash her hands thoroughly. After a moment, with a solemn attitude akin to that of a ritual offering, she brought a small wooden box and respectfully handed it to the long-haired handsome man with both hands
As soon as the two characters "Nanshan" were uttered, the handsome man across the way inexplicably became cheerful, as if being called by name was the happiest thing in the world. His joy resulted in him taking out that oddly flavored jar of liquor again, first pouring a glass for himself, and then, under Chu Huan's inexplicably pained gaze, enthusiastically took his cup and filled it to the brim.
As the second cup of wine went down, a warm current began to rise in Chu Huan's cold chest. It started as a small ball, and then that warmth slowly circulated throughout his body, effectively alleviating the waves of pain coming from his wounds
The joy evoked by that little tune was for him like a spark suddenly igniting in the darkness, dazzling beyond measure
He must have had a fever, feeling extremely weak, with wounds all over his body, unable to distinguish where it hurts—everything hurts. Perhaps in an effort to bandage his wounds, his shirt was torn off by someone. At present, he is lying on a rather uncomfortable bed, and there is a damp smell on the blanket
He felt as if his lifeless heart had suddenly stirred, as if it had come to life.