Nan Muran blinked, not understanding what he meant, and then saw him bending down in front of her.
"I'll carry you back." Si Ye looked at her round eyes blinking and felt so soft-hearted.
Nan Muran happily accepted Si Ye's advances: "Wow, I'm so happy."
The road down the mountain was narrow and rugged, but Si Ye walked steadily.
Looking at his perfect head shape, Nan Muran thought of him pulling her away from the underground laboratory in her previous life.
Although they were in completely different situations, the two figures merged inexplicably, making it difficult for her to tell which was which: "Si Ye, how about we have a relationship?"
Si Ye's originally steady pace suddenly stopped because of her words. His heart began to beat uncontrollably and his pace slowed down.
"I've never been in a relationship, so I might not be able to do it well."
Hearing Si Ye's low and hesitant voice, Nan Muran frowned: "What nonsense is this? It makes me sound like I've been in love before."
Si Ye could clearly sense that her tone was bad. Was she angry? Why?
Nan Muran saw him being silent and was speechless. Well, this topic was over again. She felt like she had the stress syndrome that she hadn't had for a long time. She broke free and stood in front of Si Ye.
"What's wrong with you? Can't you understand Mandarin?"
Seeing her, who looked small, getting angry in front of him, Si Ye couldn't help but laugh: "I just said that I might not be able to do it well."
"Then what?"
"Please bear with me. I will also work hard to do my best. So, Nan Muran, are you willing to date me?" After saying this simple sentence, Si Ye felt more tired than a ten-kilometer armed cross-country run.
However, it is more appropriate for men to confess first.
Nan Muran laughed when she heard that. The anger in her heart disappeared and she became happy: "Well, okay."
"Let's go. I'll carry you back." Si Ye smiled, his ears turning red uncontrollably.
Walking down the mountain winding path again, everything seemed to have changed, yet nothing seemed to have changed.
When they reached halfway up the mountain, it had already darkened. As soon as they approached the village, they saw Jiawu, Han Yingting and his group waiting at the entrance of the village.
"Ran Ran."
"Sister Nan, wild wolf."
"Miss Nan, Wild Wolf, you are finally back."
Because they returned safely, everyone was very excited and felt a lot more at ease.
"The veteran's child said that you will definitely come back safely, but we are still worried. So we have been waiting here." Jiawu explained to Nan Muran with a smile.
Suddenly, the sound of a child struggling in pain was heard in the middle of the village.
"Why does it sound like seven pounds?" Lao Ying and Han Yingting looked at each other and said in unison.
Nan Muran then realized that Qi Jin was the grandson of the old soldier, and the only psychic in the village. Because he weighed seven pounds when he was born, he was given the nickname Qi Jin.
"Let's go and check out the situation." Seeing that they were anxious, Si Ye gestured to lead the way.
The veteran's yard has a standard layout for rural yards in the area. In front of it are two cave dwellings facing north and south, built on flat ground. On the west side are three large tiled houses.
The sound came from the cave in the east.
A middle-aged woman in the room looked at her son with tears in her eyes. He was holding his head tightly and rolling on the kang in pain. "Dad, is there any way? If this continues, Qi Jin will go crazy from the pain."
The old soldier sitting on the chair opposite the kang listened to his daughter-in-law's words and looked at his grandson in pain. There was only deep helplessness in his cold eyes. His originally hunched figure became even lower.
He knew that he could try to ask for help from the soldiers who came to pick the fruit. Perhaps the fruit could save his grandson, but he couldn't open his mouth.
Next to him stood a middle-aged man who looked simple and strong. At this moment, the man's eyes were red and his face showed pain.
A pair of twins were curled up on the old sofa in the corner, snuggling together tightly, and began to cry out of fear.
Nan Muran felt everything in the room and felt the pain and struggle of each of them.
Chen Yingting and his companions, as well as Jiawu and Laoying, were also worried.
The reason they were worried about Qi Jin was because the veteran's family entertained them.
Seeing that they were too worried about the situation on the mountain, the little guy Qi Jin secretly told them that he had psychic powers and could predict what would happen in the village in the next day.
He also told them that Nan Muran and Si Ye would definitely come back safely.
"Let me try." Xiangxi walked into the house without hesitation and touched Qijin's hand.
He wanted to use his healing abilities to ease his pain, but it was useless.
The family, who had originally been filled with hope because of Xiangxi's appearance, once again fell into disappointment.
Nan Muran looked at everything and sighed slightly, and a cold voice rang out: "I can help him."
The old soldier, the middle-aged couple, and even the child on the sofa all looked at her. She was very pretty, so pretty that she didn't fit in with everything around her.
The veteran who was the first to react after a long time looked at Nan Muran and said, "Tell me what your conditions are."
The old soldier saw clearly that this girl was not a soldier, nor was she someone who would do something without a purpose, nor was she a person with bad intentions. Combined with what she hadn't finished saying, the old soldier knew that she could save Qi Jin, but under certain conditions.
Nan Muran looked at the veteran with a smile: "No matter what happens, you can't stop it."
The veteran's family in the room were obviously stunned, not understanding what she wanted to do.
Nan Muran looked at the veteran who had the most say in the family: "Promise to save him now. If you don't agree, if this happens three or five times at most, he will become a fool."
The old soldier didn't need to say anything. The middle-aged woman, who couldn't bear to see her son suffer, nodded and agreed: "I agree. I agree to any conditions. As long as you can save my son..."
Nan Muran didn't care about her words and just looked at the veteran quietly.
After a long while, the old soldier nodded: "Okay, I promise you."
After hearing the satisfactory answer, Nan Muran looked at Qi Jin, who was already soaked in sweat on the kang. She walked over and directly held Qi Jin's arm, and her vitality ran through every part of his body, nourishing his spirit.
As the pain eased, Qi Jin stopped struggling.
But he sat up strangely. The reason why it was strange was that everyone here could be sure that he did not sit up by his own strength.
Nan Muran stood in front of Qi Jin: "Now, look at me."
Qi Jin looked up in confusion, feeling his originally noisy and messy brain become blank, as if all the sounds and images just now no longer existed.
In his eyes and mind, the only thing left was this incredibly beautiful sister in front of him.
Nan Muran looked at him quietly without stopping the vitality in her hand until he gradually calmed down and regained his sanity.
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