casserole lady

Chapter 22 A bowl of porridge (2)
Qin Zheng first fetched a water bag and hung it around his waist, then quickly packed the food he had accumulated these days and pinned it to his waist, and tied his sack to his shoulders. After doing this, she squatted there and pulled Fang Lu to her On his back, one of them picked him up vigorously, and then strode out of the temple gate, wanting to walk in the direction of the city.

Fang Lu had already fallen into a coma at this time, but he still felt a little bumpy in the coma. After struggling, he finally opened his dull eyes, but saw that he was being carried on the road by Qin Zheng.With great effort, he put his hand on Qin Zheng's shoulder with difficulty.It was only after he picked it up that he realized that Qin Zheng was surprisingly thin.In fact, he usually knew that Qin Zheng was not a burly person, but only now did he realize that he could even be described as slender.

At that moment, he couldn't bear it very much, struggling to come down: "Qin Zheng, let me go."

Seeing him like this, Qin Zheng quickly supported his buttocks with her hand, and bent her body a little more so that he could lie on her body better. After doing this, she gritted her teeth and said, "Don't move. "

Fang Lu knew his temperament. Seeing this, he cheered himself up, supported his dry throat and said, "Qin Zheng, I'm fine."

Qin Zheng didn't even move his eyebrows, and said softly, "Your panting is much faster than ordinary people, and your body temperature is hot. How can you be okay?" After she finished speaking, she paused, and her tone slowed down slightly: "You are sick, I'm tired too, close your eyes, rest on my shoulders, and I can see you when I find a doctor."

Fang Lu only felt a hint of gentleness in her hoarse voice, as if seeing a warm and dim light when she was exhausted from wandering for a long time.He leaned his face against her back weakly, feeling a trace of coolness invade into his hot and drowsy touch.

He closed his eyes weakly, smiled wryly, and said weakly: "Qin Zheng, it's so late, we can't get into the city at all, and even if we do, the doctor won't care about us."

Now that the war is raging on the prairie fire, although this place is relatively peaceful, the towns and cities are all very vigilant. How can this city gate be opened in the middle of the night.Besides, they are penniless, so how can the doctor care about them.Along the way, Fang Lu had never seen those people who died of illness and starvation.

Qin Zheng didn't understand that Fang Lu was telling the truth, but she was helpless in the ruined temple, she might as well give it a try, maybe there was still a glimmer of hope.

She took off the water bag from her waist and handed it back to Fang Ludao: "Drink some water."

After Fang Lu said those words just now, he didn't want to move. He leaned his head on Qin Zheng's shoulder drowsily, moved his throat a few times, but didn't want to make any sound.

Seeing this, Qin Zheng had no choice but to put him down, opened his mouth and poured some water into it, then took a piece of coarse cloth to wet, and tied the wet cloth on Fang Lu's forehead.

After doing this, she picked up the road again, and ran towards the city with the help of the stars and the moon.

Fang Lu lay on Qin Zheng's shoulders, dimly feeling that the obviously thin back he was leaning on made him feel comfortable, as if leaning on it could relieve a lot of pain and forget the pain that he never wanted to think of again in this life.

He couldn't help but squeezed Qin Zheng's shoulders, and said in a low voice and dry voice, "Qin Zheng, it's great to have you..."

When Qin Zheng heard this, she was taken aback for a while, but at this moment the hands that were hugging her tightly were burning. She paused and comforted, "You will get better soon."

(End of this chapter)