Mu Shicang raised his head and waved the wood-cutting knife in his hand, which didn't look very rusty. "It's okay."
Yang Shushu looked down and saw him standing there unharmed. She breathed a sigh of relief, then raised her brows and cursed: "Mu Shicang, you bastard, didn't you tell me before you jumped? I thought you were desperate and wanted to be a cushion for me to fall down. You made me think I would have to take care of a cripple you for the rest of my life. I was scared to death. Do you know that? Where did you come from?"
Now Yang Shushu finally understood how he had removed the layer of floral cloth stuck to the edge.
"Oh, maybe whoever put the wood here before had foresight and knew what would happen today. He just happened to put a handful of this between the grain bags where we first stayed. I didn't expect it to be so quick. Sure enough, the wood shouldn't have been here for long."
Having regained his freedom, Mu Shicang was in a very good mood. In the night, his smile was like a lamp, lighting up the surroundings. Yang Shushu also smiled along with him.
"I asked you just now, do you believe me? Do you dare to jump now?"
Mu Shicang threw the knife to the ground and raised his hand in the air.
Yang Shushu looked down. She had no fear of heights, but she still had some psychological shadows after jumping from the 17th floor last time. She couldn't see it in the dark just now, and there was almost no shadow, but now the height was right in front of her, and she was a little scared.
But her unyielding nature prevented her from letting herself down at this moment, and she simply closed her eyes and said, "What's there to be afraid of?"
As he said that, he put it down and jumped without any hesitation, which even scared Mu Shicang. In fact, Yang Shushu thought that even if Mu Shicang couldn't catch it, as long as he didn't fall headfirst from this height, he shouldn't die. Breaking an arm or a leg is better than dying.
Feeling the wind passing through her ears again, Yang Shushu's entire body was almost paralyzed with fear.
She still remembered the time when she fell from the 17th floor, the sound of the wind whistling past her ears, as if the ghosts from hell were standing around, laughing wildly and waiting to take her life.
It's not that she isn't afraid, but she is extremely afraid. Precisely because she is extremely afraid, she doesn't give herself time to hesitate, because the more she hesitates, the more she dares not jump down.
Fear occupied her entire mind at this moment, and she didn't even realize when she fell into someone's arms. The world was still for a long time, and she didn't feel the pain she expected, so she slowly moved her body.
The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Mu Shicang's eyes. These eyes would turn red when she was angry, but usually they were as dark as a pool and impossible to see through. But at this moment, the darkness was so transparent that it looked like a black gem, and the luster on them shone with a gentle and worried light.
"I told you, I will definitely protect you as long as I am here." Mu Shicang held her in his arms and kissed her on the forehead, then slowly let go.
Yang Shushu's legs were still a little numb, so she grabbed his arm. He frowned and groaned. She was startled, thinking that she had broken his arm when she jumped down. But when she looked down, she saw that his black shirt had been torn into a big hole at some point, stained with a darker color, and the exposed skin was bloody.
"When was this..." She grabbed his hand and stared in panic at the row of wounds that almost covered her entire arm. Suddenly she remembered something: "It was when I fell from the woodpile just now and someone caught me, right?"
Mu Shicang didn't take it seriously. He lowered his head to glance at the wound and said with a nonchalant smile, "It's okay. It's just a superficial wound. The blood has clotted."
He looked up at the sky and said, "It's midnight now. There aren't many houses nearby. The nearest pasture is a long way away. Let's rest for a while."
Yang Shushu stared at his wound for a while, then suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "Why rest? If you don't go to the hospital to treat your wound in time, it will fester. The millet in there is moldy, and who knows if there are any deadly bacteria."
As he spoke, he pulled Mu Shicang forward without allowing him to be refused, and walked away aggressively. However, after two steps, his momentum weakened. He looked back at his wound with a distressed and embarrassed expression: "Which direction should we go?"
At that moment, Mu Shicang was struck in the heart by this expression. If he had not had enough self-control, he might have thrown the person to the ground on the grass and kissed her enough at once.
Silence gradually fell between the two of them, but they did not stop. Although she knew that his injured arm, Yang Shushu still held Mu Shicang's other hand involuntarily. Looking at the amount of blood in the wound, she was afraid that he would lose too much blood and suddenly fall down.
Mu Shicang was distracted just now, but now seeing her silent, he felt a little distressed, so he said: "This kind of wound is no different from cutting your hand while cutting vegetables, don't worry, okay?"
For him, this was no different from cutting his hand while cutting vegetables. After all, when he was training abroad, he was injured almost every day, and was even seriously injured several times during missions.
Yang Shushu looked at the ground and supported him as they walked forward step by step. The moonlight was dim and only vague shadows could be seen on the ground. The shadows of the two people were tightly pressed together, without any gap. However, she knew that the distance between them was quite far and it shouldn't be like this.
"Why did you drink that water? In fact, you can choose not to drink it, and I won't blame you." After a silence, she spoke softly, and her voice was so soft that it sounded very much like the tone she used when I first met her.
Mu Shicang didn't like it: "I don't ask why I do things, I only ask whether I am willing to do it or not. What does it have to do with me whether you blame me or not?"
“…” Why does this guy talk as if he is waiting to be beaten at any moment?
Mu Shicang saw the expression of the man next to him who wanted to hit him, and his smile returned.
"You were obviously injured just now, so there was no need to reach out to catch me. What if I broke it?" Yang Shushu wanted to say thank you, but she suddenly felt that saying thank you would create a barrier between them, so she said it in a different way.
"Of course you have to protect your own woman!" he said in a domineering manner.
Yang Shushu's originally somewhat melancholic expression had already run away. She looked at him with a horrible expression: "Could you please not use such a domineering way of expression? It makes me want to kick you."
Mu Shicang burst into laughter, suddenly pulled out his hand that was being supported, and put his arm around her shoulders: "Okay, let's not use that method. Then how should I answer? It should be... I don't know! If you want to do this, then do it."
His voice gradually became softer, and his words drifted away in the night wind bit by bit. But the last few words, so soft, hit Yang Shushu's chest one by one -
If you want to do it, just do it!
Sometimes, people are just like this. A clear purpose often makes people feel nothing, but emotions that are done involuntarily can make people more excited.
She clutched her chest helplessly——
Is this suspension bridge effect impossible to overcome?
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