r, each refusing to yield to the others. In contrast, our generation doesn't have much competitive pressure.” I smiled and encouraged him, “You are now acting head of the family, it’s time to make it...Mu Wanchen handed me his ID card, which seemed to have burn marks like fire. His phone also looked like it had been soaked in water and burned; half of the pink rubber casing on the back had melted away.
"How did you do this!" I exclaimed, a mixture of shock and anger.
Who the hell destroyed my ID card and phone Are you so afraid I'll run away
"Your ID was on the person who drugged you, I just went to get it back... Asking so many questions, do you want me to" He was very impatient with me.
I reached out, feeling frustrated. When my hand touched his, I realized he was hurt.
There is blood.
I looked up at him and took back my things.
I turned around and put the two things back into my backpack, then pulled out a hemostatic antiseptic spray from my side pocket.
"You...you're not really going to pull things out of the fire, are you" I reached for his hand and sprayed him with the extinguisher, then turned to grab some gauze.
"Don't go to so much trouble, it can wait until tomorrow." He gently withdrew his hand and pointed at the car, saying, "Aren't you going"
"As if!" Who said I didn't want to leave!
Either leave now, and I'll see you out, or go back and stay for the night, and leave tomorrow.
I shook my head vigorously.
He let out a self-deprecating chuckle: " ...I knew you didn't want to stay any longer."
Well... this atmosphere is a bit awkward.
Should I appease him and prevent him from suddenly changing his mind
"I suddenly lost contact in the disaster area and I was afraid my family would go crazy with worry... That's why I rushed back home." I explained.
He didn't say anything, and got into the passenger seat himself.
What does this mean
Let me drive!
My lower abdomen is aching, and my body feels strange. Would I be likely to veer off the road in this condition
But he didn't speak, and I didn't dare urge him to drive. Desperate, I got into the driver's seat myself.
"You went north but ended up in the southeast. You traveled so far to the southwest, don't you even know the eight trigrams directions And you left Ah Liang behind! Do you think you can get out on your own You're overestimating yourself." He let out a cold snort and lectured me.
I'm covered in shame. I tried to run away, got caught, was punished for being incompetent, and had to beg them to let me go again. What a disgrace.
I didn't dare to speed, driving slowly and painstakingly along the bumpy mountain road. The atmosphere in the car was very stiff.
Mu Wanchen in the passenger seat, arms crossed coldly, sat with an imposing and domineering posture. However, the aura surrounding him was both cold and rigid.
This atmosphere has already affected my driving.
He was still radiating immense pressure from the side.
A cold sweat broke out on my back.
"That... I heard a girl named Chuling say before that there have been cases of food poisoning here. You should notify your tribe members not to eat spoiled greens, yellowed flowers, or recently pickled vegetables. Even if food is scarce, don't eat them."
I broke the silence quietly.
I hope this little kindness will cool him down—though I have no idea where his anger is coming from.
"...Understood." he answered unexpectedly.
It seems like he can still communicate about matters related to public safety!
"...I have quite a few medicines in my medicine chest, for treating wounds and food poisoning. You can take them to your doctor. They should be helpful."
"Okay."
I was a little surprised, it seems like we found some common ground we can communicate on.
He cares deeply about the safety of his people.
Under his guidance, I managed to bump and grind my way to a rocky, debris-strewn plateau in the mountains.
It seems like we can't drive forward, we'll have to walk.
This must be the "vegetable garden" that Liang Xiao Ge talked about, right The entire area you can see is cultivated land, stretching up the mountain in terraces.
If there were no landslides and rockfalls caused by earthquakes, this place might resemble a fairyland paradise.
Rise with the sun and rest with the setting sun.
billows of smoke, common folk in plain clothes.
But now, looking at those green spaces buried, in disarray, scarred with destruction, with some people carrying rubble and gathering whatever edible things they can find, I can't help but feel my nose getting sour.
"Why are you crying" he asked in a low voice.
“…It hurts to see that, my eyes are shallow.” I sniffled and answered honestly.
"It's fine as long as people are here," he said softly, leading me into the mountain ravine.
I followed him, taking one step forward and one step back. Walking on the mountain path in the dark was a real ordeal. Stepping on loose gravel, I almost twisted my ankle several times.
Mu Wanchen turned back to wait for me, and in a flat tone, he said, "Come on up, I'll carry you."
I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder, and he picked me up and carried me forward.
Such an atmosphere eased considerably, and I whispered, “Are you really willing to let me go”
"Well, what's the point of letting you cry and make a fuss here" he replied calmly.
"That female Gu worm—"
"Just take good care of it. The Xigu needs your body to absorb the energy of heaven and earth. Just follow its lead and nurture it until it matures."
How do you go along with its wishes
"If it gets angry, you'll be in pain. If it rages, it will poison you to death." Mu Wanchen replied coldly.
Oh, come on...
"That…that…Are the female and male gu worms a pair If you let me go, separating them, won't the female gu worm be angry Will I be in pain every day!" I couldn't help but ask.
Mu Wanchen fell silent for a moment before speaking in a low voice, "Separation hasn't been tried, why must you keep the heart filled with resentment to raise the Xigu gu... If we are far apart, the Xigu gu will get used to it."
His shoulders were broad and solid, and the fear in my heart gradually subsided. My eyelids felt heavier with each slight tremor.
Home, I really hope that when I open my eyes, I can see the front door of my house...y grandmother held a spindle in one hand, on which a long red thread hung, with an inkwell at the end of the thread.She sneered softly, muttering, " …Little brats, do you really think I'm an easy targ...