Chapter 301: Grease and Be Greased

He actually doesn’t live here. In fact, after coming to Tiesi Village for so long, Zhan Lian has no home. He eats and sleeps at the sentry post, which is the gas station on the highway where An Ran was found.

But Zhan Lian had already set his sights on this place. Although he didn't know when he would be able to find An Ran and the child, he had been making preparations for An Ran and the child, including food, clothing, daily necessities and a place to live, so that he could use them whenever he found his wife and child.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, Zhan Lian walked up the slope with his hands in his trouser pockets. He looked up at the branches above his head. The branches made a strange creaking sound, but he didn't take it seriously and went straight into the yard. Just as he passed the wall covered with ivy and was about to go up to the corridor on the first floor, he felt a murderous intent behind his head.

Who was he? He dodged by turning his head and turning his feet, and then punched directly. He grabbed the saber that was attacking the back of his head with one hand and hit the face of the person behind him with the other fist.

He was startled and looked at the facial outline of the person behind him in the moonlight. He withdrew his hand abruptly, just barely brushing the temple of the person behind him, and abruptly stopped the fatal move that would have undoubtedly killed him.

"Ouch~~" An Ran was hit by the fist and cried out in pain. She also felt that her wrist was about to break in pain. She had to open her five fingers. Just as she was about to shout and let Xiao Mint in the house get up, she heard Zhan Lian angrily say:

"What are you doing standing behind me with a knife?"

"Zhan Lian?" An Ran was also startled. She looked up and saw the man in front of her clearly. "Why is it you?"

The plants told her that someone had come, and she wondered who it was!

"If it's not me, then who is it?" Zhan Lian let go of An Ran in a bad mood. Seeing An Ran rubbing her wrist, he reached out and pulled An Ran's hand away. He looked at it in the moonlight, annoyed and regretful, but said in a bad tone: "Apply some medicine. I didn't break it for you. That was my negligence."

There were a lot of cars parked in a mess on the high ground. Zhan Lian turned around and walked to the side of a car, opened the door, opened the trunk, took out a large plastic storage box from the trunk, and walked in front of An Ran.

An Ran rubbed her wrist and grinned as she watched Zhan Lian walk over. He nodded at her and carried the big box into the room next to the doll. An Ran followed him and stood outside the door, looking in the moonlight.

Zhan Lian was lighting a candle inside. The white candle was burning with a weak flame. He dripped a few drops of wax and placed the candle on the tabletop of the small wooden table. He opened the lid of the box and took out an unopened box of trauma oil from the box. He tilted his head and looked at An Ran who was still standing outside the door, and said:

"Come in, are you standing at the door as a door god?"

"I" Anran opened her mouth and was about to ask Zhan Lian how he spoke, but her feet unconsciously walked into the door.

At this time, Zhan Lian hooked a stool with his foot and let An Ran sit next to the bed frame. He sat on the stool, took the trauma oil, grabbed An Ran's wrist, and rubbed the oil on her wrist.

"It's just a minor injury." An Ran retracted her hand and gave Zhan Lian an awkward smile in the dim yellow candlelight, "No need to apply oil, it will heal in a while."

Zhan Lian raised his eyes and glanced at her, ignoring her. He put down the trauma oil in his hand, held her hand with one hand, and rubbed her wrist with the other hand lightly.

Then both of them were silent, one was anointing with oil, and the other was being anointed with oil.

(End of this chapter)