"Lu Jinyan..."
Song Tang's eyes turned red.
Just now she was still wondering why he suddenly stopped the car to set up the tent.
Now she finally understood that he was forcing himself to drive just now.
Many of the things he had done before still made her angry.
But when she thought of how he risked his life to block the sickle for her and looked at his pale and sickly appearance, her heart still ached.
She was extremely scared.
Afraid he would never wake up again.
Afraid that I owe him my life.
I'm afraid I'll never see him again.
She was never a timid person, but at this moment, she was a little afraid to raise her hand to check his breath.
After standing there for a moment, she still used her trembling fingertips to feel his breath.
Fortunately, he was still alive.
In the 21st century, when she lived in her previous life, the summers were getting hotter every year.
Even in early autumn, it is still unbearably hot without air conditioning.
But summers in the 1970s were bearable even without a fan.
In the late summer evenings, the wind is cool, and sometimes it can be a bit chilly if you don't put on a coat when you go out.
Especially in the mountains, the night wind was blowing and it was chilly. He was injured and he definitely couldn't stand lying outside in the wind.
After thinking about it, she used all her strength to drag him into the tent little by little.
She opened the trunk with his car keys.
There were two bags in the trunk, and she took both of them into the tent.
She knew that he often camped in the mountains during training, and he should have some emergency equipment and medicine in his bag.
She quickly opened the larger camouflage bag, and sure enough, there were flashlights, clothes, some commonly used medicines and other things inside.
"Lu Jinyan, wake up."
When he turned on the flashlight, Song Tang saw that the cloth on his back was soaked with blood.
Obviously, he was seriously injured.
She had never treated anyone's wound before, and she was a little overwhelmed when she saw the blood on her palm.
But he was injured while trying to save her, and he was Aunt Lin's son, so she certainly couldn't just ignore his life or death.
His clothes were already stuck to his back.
If she lifted his clothes directly, she was afraid that it would tear his wound.
Seeing that he also had a pair of scissors in his bag, she took a deep breath, took the scissors, and cut the fabric on his back.
The wound looked more serious than she had imagined.
The sickle hit the wound right where he was wounded, causing his skin and flesh to tumble, a shocking sight.
She didn’t know if it was because the night wind blew sand into her eyes, but she suddenly felt like crying.
She knew that crying was useless in this situation, she had to quickly reduce inflammation and stop bleeding, and then give him a simple bandage for the wound.
She sniffed hard, then quickly found a balled-up piece of cotton and dipped it in alcohol to clean his wound.
After treating his wound, beads of sweat appeared on Song Tang's forehead.
She hoped he would wake up soon.
She was watching over him while he was unconscious, and she was really worried and scared.
But he was sleeping too deeply, so deeply that even though it was irritating to wipe the wound with alcohol, he still had no intention of waking up.
She also saw the other bag she had taken to the tent.
This bag is much smaller than the backpack he usually uses, and is more feminine.
This was the bag he prepared for her when she came to the countryside for a consolation performance, but she refused to accept it.
Just now, in a hurry, she opened the bag in a panic.
With the help of the flashlight, she could clearly see that inside the bag were Daoxiangcun snacks, White Rabbit milk candies, red shrimp cakes, canned food... and even melon seeds.
The things he prepared for her were indeed very complete and were all her favorite foods.
He has an irritating side, but also a charming side.
Therefore, when she communicated with him, she felt so struggling and entangled in her heart.
Song Tang didn't want to look anymore and hurriedly zipped up the backpack.
The space in the tent was limited and he was too tall, taking up most of the tent. If she lay down, she could only stick close to him.
They had already made it clear that they would no longer bother each other, and she definitely didn't want to have skin contact with him.
She simply sat aside and watched over him.
He was injured so badly that he might feel uncomfortable in the middle of the night or want to drink water.
He was injured trying to save her, so she should take care of him at a time like this.
Song Tang thought that she would definitely not be able to sleep sitting in the tent like this.
Unexpectedly, before midnight, her eyelids began to fight.
She leaned on the side in a daze, and was about to fall asleep when she suddenly heard his low, painful groan.
"water……"
Song Tang didn't dare to delay at all, and quickly opened his kettle and brought it to his lips.
It was the first time Song Tang fed someone water, and he was completely unsure.
After being choked, Lu Jinyan slowly opened his eyelids.
Unlike his usual starry eyes which were cold, gloomy and sharp, at this moment his eyes were unusually gentle.
It seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog.
Obviously, he is not sober now.
"Song Song?"
Seeing Song Tang, Lu Jinyan was slightly stunned.
He felt like he must be dreaming.
Song Tang hated him so much and wished she wouldn't have to meet him in her next life. How could she gently feed him water and look at him with such a worried look?
Only in dreams would she nestle in his arms with a beautiful smile, acting coquettishly and naughtily.
Since it was just a dream, there was no need for him to suppress the surging emotions deep in his heart.
He couldn't help but open his arms and hold her tightly in his arms.
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