Chapter 12 He was fixed to the tree trunk

"Hey, Village Chief, why are you here?"

The comrade from the supply and marketing cooperative shook hands with Song Shijing and explained his purpose. "There was a flood disaster in the neighboring city yesterday, and most of our city was also flooded. Mrs. Song is worried about your safety, so she asked you to report home when you have time!"

Song Shijing's expression suddenly became serious when he heard this. As a doctor, he subconsciously asked anxiously, "Are there any casualties?"

"It must be very serious," he asked himself, and then looked at the village chief, "Village chief, I'm applying to go to the neighboring city for support!"

The village chief glanced at the comrade who came to report the news, and then quickly waved his hand to keep him, "Doctor Song, we need you in our institute, you'd better not go to support us."

As he said this, the village chief held his hand and persuaded him for a long time.

What a joke! This guy is the living ancestor of their village. How could the village chief dare to let him go? If anything happens, he will be in big trouble.

After hearing the village chief's sincerity, Song Shijing gave up the idea of going to provide support.

The village chief heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that he no longer insisted.

But when I was leaving, I suddenly remembered that the girl who cooked in the wood factory seemed to have gone to the city yesterday. I wonder if she encountered the flood?

He hesitated for a long time, glanced at Su Yanyan who was holding Song Shijing's arm, and finally shook his head helplessly and left.

Song Shijing pulled his hand back from Su Yanyan's, and for the first time, he turned cold and said seriously: "Yanyan, you are a married woman, and I also have a fiancée. In the future, don't do these intimate actions in front of others, otherwise others will misunderstand, understand?"

After that, he didn't look at her again and turned to walk towards the woodyard.

Su Yanyan was stunned and stood there for a long time, unable to come back to her senses.

In the past, she and Song Shijing held hands in front of Xu Jinhe, and he was not afraid that the bumpkin would misunderstand and get angry, so why is he starting to distance himself from them now?

Suddenly, Su Yanyan realized that Song Shijing was going to find Meng Shuyue, and hurriedly turned around and chased after Song Shijing.

She learned from the male colleagues in the wood factory yesterday that Meng Shuyue had resigned and returned to Kyoto.

But if there was a flood in the city yesterday, Meng Shuyue would definitely not have been able to leave. She couldn't let Song Shijing find out so quickly that the bumpkin was missing, otherwise she wouldn't be sure whether this man would abandon her to chase someone else.

When she arrived at the lumberyard panting, she saw Song Shijing knocking frantically on Meng Shuyue's dormitory door in anger.

"Brother Jing, I saw Sister Shuyue this morning. She slapped me without any reason. I guess she was angry and didn't want to pay attention to you. She is just too willful because she is spoiled by her parents. I think you should leave her alone for a while to let her temper cool down. Otherwise, with her personality, how can she get along with her parents and Shixuan?"

"Listen to me, if you bow your head now, you will lose!"

Su Yanyan tugged at the man's sleeve, opened her big watery eyes, and looked as if she was completely thinking about him.

Song Shijing stopped knocking on the door, obviously hearing what Su Yanyan said.

He turned his head to look at Su Yanyan's half-swollen face, and his expression darkened.

"How could Meng Shuyue be so excessive? Don't worry, I will make her apologize to you!"

Su Yanyan covered half of her burning and painful face with her hands, feeling a little embarrassed. After all, she was the one who slapped herself when she ran over just now. She just wanted Song Shijing to hate Meng Shuyue.

Over the past year, she had used this self-destructive method to frame Meng Shuyue countless times, all for the purpose of causing Meng Shuyue and Song Shijing to quarrel and eventually make him hate Meng Shuyue.

Unfortunately, Meng Shuyue was too tolerant and never cried or made a fuss.

This time, she finally forced the bumpkin away. As for Zhou Dajun, she also had plenty of ways to keep him in the confinement room.

She was only one step away from marrying into the Song family, and she would never allow anything unexpected to stop her from returning to that glorious home!

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The morning light squeezed into my eyes, like the dawn breaking through the darkness, waking up the sleeping people.

Meng Shuyue rolled her eyes and opened them with difficulty, seeing a man with a pair of narrow eyes with raven-feather eyelashes. At this moment, he had his eyes closed like a quiet sculpture.

The sunlight with a little warmth shone through the thin rain curtain onto the man's face, and also cast two shadows on his eyelids, like two silent butterflies in the rain, waiting to spread their wings and fly at any time.

Meng Shuyue raised her hand to wake him up, but her hand froze in mid-air, not knowing which part of the man to touch.

Because she found that the two people were hanging on the trunk of a big tree.

Her whole body was pressed tightly under the man, with his hands around her waist and tightly wrapped around the tree trunk under her back.

Even though he was either asleep or unconscious, she could still feel the strength of the man holding her tightly.

She moved her body but didn't relax at all, and her face turned red for no apparent reason.

I didn't dare shout at him for fear of scaring him. If he rolled over, we would probably both fall into the water again.

So she could only blow into his eyes to try to wake him up.

The rain is like the most beautiful painter gifted by nature, outlining the facial features of the man in front of her in a deep and charming way.

Raindrops dripped from the man's sharp jawline, as if dripping into her eyeballs.

This was the first time Meng Shuyue had seen such a handsome man. Compared to Song Shijing's gentle and fair appearance, this man had a bronze complexion, but his eyebrows and eyes were more delicate than Song Shijing's. His high nose bridge and tightly pursed thin lips revealed a sense of dominance. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel his naturally handsome appearance.

After blowing for a while, Meng Shuyue didn't see the man wake up, and finally realized something was wrong.

Through the thin fabric between them, she could feel the man's unusually hot body temperature.

Could it be that this soldier has fainted?

Thinking of this, she quickly reached out and touched the man's forehead, then pulled hard on his arms that were tightly around her, put his arms on her chest, and carefully felt his pulse.

As they were struggling, she finally discovered that there was a wound on the man's back that was bleeding. It was obvious that he had been scratched by something in the flood.

Taking the man's pulse on his wrist, Meng Shuyue's brows furrowed more and more.

The man's pulse was weak and his breathing was erratic. If his wound was not treated and the temperature was not reduced in time, his life might be in danger.

Meng Shuyue looked around the surroundings. Fortunately, the tree they were standing on had a large forked trunk, as wide as two people's backs.

Now the flood flow under the tree does not seem to be as fierce as before, and the tree trunks do not feel shaken or uneasy.

So she tried several times, and finally supported herself and slowly sat up from under the man.

When she straightened his body, she saw that he was still carrying her bag on his other back, and she was overjoyed.

The bag happened to contain the refund pills she had bought at the clinic earlier.

Meng Shuyue carefully took the bag off his back, opened it, and poured out a pill of Analgin from the bottle.

She was in a dilemma when it came time to feed the medicine.

How to give medicine without water?

Moreover, when the human body's high temperature is reduced, a lot of water will be taken out of the body. Without replenishing water, the fever cannot be reduced at all.

Meng Shuyue's eyes fell on the square cloth bag around the man's waist.

She fumbled around for a few times and actually touched something that looked like a bottle.

When I took it out, it turned out to be a bottle of water.