After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

Chapter 43 In the Dark

Ye Rong lowered his head and stared at the human-shaped cement, limbs, torso, head, he looked a little bit, and finally stopped at the "human" face with a rough outline of a smiling expression.

"You tore her soul apart, so you can mend it piece by piece with blood and flesh, and make it my idol, smiling at me forever!"

For some reason, Han Jing's absurd and crazy words suddenly came to Ye Rong's mind.

He shook his head, squeezed this strange thought out of his head, and continued to follow the people who carried the body onto the cart and pulled it back by stepping on the mud pit.

The corpses in the small warehouse piled up more and more, as if they were cursed.

For a while, the whole village was a little panicked, and no one could guarantee that they were absolutely safe.

Misfortunes never come singly, because he couldn't eat well and sleep well, the temperature dropped rapidly after a few days of heavy rain, and he helped out in the rain for a few times, Ye Rong, who was originally not as physically fit as Fu Wenyuan and others like Fu Wenyuan, started to catch a cold and have a fever that night.

Ye Rong was in a daze from the fever, he only knew in a blur of consciousness that Fu Wenyuan was walking with his back in the heavy rain, his back was wide and warm, and Ye Rong, who had been chilling all the time, felt a steady stream of heat.

It seems that this scene happened a long time ago, so long that Ye Rong felt in a daze that it was a scene in his previous life.

The god who does not eat fireworks puts on a breezy and bright moon and carries his world on his back.

……

Fu Wenyuan finally found a clinic in a corner. The dilapidated clinic had extremely poor conditions and facilities, and Fu Wenyuan was worried that the old, blind-eyed, barefoot doctor would not be able to find Ye Rong's blood vessels.

Fu Wenyuan had no choice but to ask the doctor to prescribe a few simple antipyretics.

Although the disease looked menacing, it was actually a paper tiger, and it came and went quickly. Ye Rong slept with his head covered in hot sweat, and when he woke up, he felt much lighter.

Fu Wenyuan has been watching by the side all the time, holding his hand and sitting on the chair for a nap, whenever Ye Rong makes a move, he opens his eyes and leans over.

He raised his hand to test the temperature of Ye Rong's forehead, to make sure that it didn't get hot again, and then slowly relieved.

Ye Rong moved his head away weakly, and pressed his cheek against his palm like a docile sheep, and rubbed his lips flatteringly on his wrist, silently comforting Mr. Fu who was always frightened for himself.

Fu Wenyuan immediately opened his palm to hold his slightly red face, and looked at it carefully. Through the light that leaked through the window, he caught a glimpse of his amber eyes looking at him like a handful of honey, clear and pure. But it is sticky, and there are too many feelings in it that make people fall at a glance.

Dependence, nostalgia and liking without a trace of impurities.

Fu Wenyuan had never seen such touching eyes, and he was just an ordinary person with a mortal body, and he was easily captured by the sweetheart in front of him.

So he couldn't hold back and kissed Ye Rong's eyes.

Ye Rong quickly closed his eyes, but the warm touch was still moving down bit by bit, he waited for a while and couldn't bear to push Fu Wenyuan away.

"Don't, don't, I'm still having a cold, so don't infect it to you." Ye Rong refused sincerely.

Just as Fu Wenyuan wanted to say that he rarely gets sick, he remembered that he was slapped in the face last time in Duyun Villa.

But this time the situation is special, every day should not be called in this ghost place, Ye Rong has already fallen ill, and he is determined not to have any more accidents.

Fu Wenyuan reluctantly retreated back and sat on the chair to hold Ye Rong's hand again, "Are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Ye Rong shook his head, thinking that there is no need, I have a cold and a fever and I am not severely disabled.

At this time, the trembling old doctor leaned on a cane and opened the door curtain to lean out half of his body. He was a little hard of hearing, and he unconsciously shouted, "Pingwa from the old Liu's family said that he came to deliver meals to the brigade. You go back and eat something warm."

Ye Rong immediately signaled Fu Wenyuan with his eyes, telling him to go back to eat first.

Fu Wenyuan thanked the old doctor, and watched the person slowly disappear from behind the curtain before turning his head and looking at Ye Rong.

Ye Rong looked sincere, "I really can't eat now, my stomach is sour, you go first, I'll wait for you here."

Fu Wenyuan was very stubborn and did not move.

Ye Rong had no choice but to use his trump card, turning into a delicate flower, and said weakly: "My good brother, if you are starving and dizzy, you won't have the energy to take care of poor me."

These words really worked, Fu Wenyuan seemed to weigh it for a while, stood up and checked Ye Rong's temperature, then put on his raincoat silently, and said softly, "I'll be back soon."

Ye Rong waved his hand: "Go!"

Not long after he left, Ye Rong started to feel sleepy again after being bored by himself. The old doctor heard the voice outside as if he was pounding medicine, and it was very rhythmic, which made people yawn.

Ye Rong yawned and fell asleep with his head tilted.

After sleeping so hard that he didn't know what day or night it was, when Ye Rong woke up again with a top-heavy head, there was a person sitting silently beside the bed in the darkness.

He subconsciously thought it was Fu Wenyuan, but he didn't respond after calling several times.

The sound of smashing medicine outside the house didn't stop, they were crushing something hard, again and again, thump, thump, as if Ye Rong's heartbeat was getting heavier and heavier.

Ye Rong felt something was wrong, and in the silence, he thought strangely of the corpses that had been discovered one after another. He struggled to sit up, and unconsciously grabbed the quilt.

Just when Ye Rong was about to give him a life-threatening blow, the man in the dark suddenly spoke out, it was an acquaintance.

"Brother Ye, I'm sorry."

Liu Ping's crying voice suddenly sounded.

[The author has something to say: I'll show you a kneeling slide show, I didn't update it properly, just because I'm too good at it]