The end of the day [unlimited flow]

Everyone couldn't help closing their eyes, and they didn't know how long it had passed, but the "rustling" sound gradually faded away.

"Let's go." Fang Zhiyou's voice sounded first.

Then there was a burst of crying, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"Damn, are you alright?" The fat man opened his eyes slowly, and asked when he found that Deng Zhou was still sitting on the ground intact.

Deng Zhou turned his head to look at him with tears streaming down his face. At this moment, he was crying so much that his chin was dripping, and he still said inarticulately: "It, it took my gun away..."

"It's thanks to you that you took off the belt on the gun." Lao Li walked forward and pulled him up while talking.

It was only then that everyone realized that Deng Zhou's pants were wet a lot...

And he himself was belatedly aware of it, and hurriedly covered it a few times.

"It's almost done when I go back." Fang Zhiyou said, and walked back on his own.

He always felt that the answer was ready to come out, but it always seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, so that he couldn't see clearly.

He hated the feeling that he was only one step away but unable to take it.

"Just, just a hare..." the fat man said tremblingly.

Not far away, Fang Zhi replied: "Isn't there still Lilith?"

"...I live in someone else's house and use someone else's pot, and now I still want to stew their dog?" The fat man scratched his head, "It's not very good... Besides, we are a mobilizer, a group of seven old men will catch one The little hare went back and came out with a gun in his hand, but was snatched by a snake halfway, and the other five didn't make a sound, and there was a man who pissed his pants..."

"Brother Xu Xian, if you are mighty, you can ask Ah Zhen to get the gun back, and then tell it to let it lie in the pot obediently?" Fang Zhiyou replied with a half-smile.

Hearing this, the fat man was at a loss for words, and finally had no choice but to reply: "The monk's first seven years have not yet passed, we still eat a little vegetarian, so let's mourn..."

So the group went straight back to the wooden house, explained the situation to the three girls, and immediately frightened them.

"It's as long as you're fine." Wan Li said with a pale face, "How could this happen to me?"

And Chu Xian brought out another bowl of medicine and handed it to Zhu Liang, "Take another temperature later, try not to take a cold shower."

After Zhu Liang took it, she still had a mouthful of stuffiness, and then went to rinse the bowl by herself before taking her temperature.

After sitting for 2 minutes, he finally couldn't help but turned his head and asked Fang Zhiyou beside him, "Why?"

"Wait for you to take your temperature." Fang Zhiyou replied truthfully.

"You want to measure too?" Zhu Liang raised her eyebrows.

"Zhu Liang." Fang Zhiyou called his name inexplicably.

This was probably the first time that Fang Zhi called his name so solemnly that he couldn't recover for a while.

"The name is 'Liang', but you have a fever?" As he spoke, Fang Zhiyou couldn't stop laughing to himself.

Zhu Liang rolled her eyes, calculated that it was almost time before taking out the thermometer to have a look...

"How many degrees?" Seeing that he had measured it, Fang Zhiyou asked with a restrained smile.

"38 degrees eight..." Zhu Liang also felt a little unbelievable.

"..."

So this guy is hunting with a fever and still aiming so accurately?

I saw Zhu Liang touching his head, but he couldn't feel whether it was hot or not. At this moment, a big and slender hand with well-defined knuckles suddenly came across from the side...

"If you continue to burn like this, your brain will probably go bad. I won't be polite about your bonus." Fang Zhiyou stood up again as he spoke.

"Why are you going?" Zhu Liang asked subconsciously.

Fang Zhiyou rolled up his sleeves while turning his head and replied: "I'll boil hot water for you, and you said that you are not allowed to go to bed without taking a bath."

"..." After hearing this, an indescribable look appeared on Zhu Liang's face, but he didn't speak again.

Fang Zhi, who didn't wait until the next article, didn't mind, hummed a little song and went to carry the water bottle.

I know that you consider yourself a casual person, but most of them are casual about themselves, whether they eat well, wear clothes or live well, and their requirements are not too high.

Probably because of his lazy personality, it is enough to make friends to the point of nodding, but it is too tiring to really wander off.

But it was also because of this that he always felt that when interacting with people, as long as he didn't owe anything, it was only natural to make up for it if he owed something.

As for how much to make up for, he is often not sure.

Especially after Jiang Fan's death, when he realized that he owed so much but had nowhere to repay, he really understood the horror of death.

Death can make you want to be nice to someone but can't do anything about it.

The love that cannot be blocked by mountains, rivers and seas can be easily blocked by death.

Zhu Liang just sat there, watching him light the stove and boil the water, not knowing what he was thinking.

After the hot water was ready, Fang Zhiyou turned around and asked with a smile, "Do you want me to wash it for you?"

"I have a fever but not mental retardation..." Zhu Liang said helplessly, covering her face.

Originally, I knew that it was just a joke, so I took the hot water into the bathroom and sat back.

After yawning about six or seven times, Zhu Liang came out of the bathroom, and while wiping his wet hair with his thin towel, he said, "I left some hot water for you, so you have to wash it too."

"Oh—" Fang Zhiyou responded, and couldn't help but yawned again.

When I went in and carried it, there was still more than half a pot of hot water... As for being so frugal?

It was rare to take a hot bath, and when he came out of the bathroom, there was already a hot dinner on the dining table. This kind of ghostly place could actually bring him such a trace of happiness.

Fatty's braised rabbit head really tastes good, and I don't know if there is the joy of remaining life after the catastrophe, everyone eats it to their hearts' content.

Then it's blissful sleep time again.

The suffering in the world can only be avoided by dreams.

As a patient, Zhu Liang felt that his fever was gone during the day, so he let Fang Zhiyou come to sleep, but now that he had the fever back, in order not to infect him, he didn't dare to let him go to bed again.

Then I found out that some comrades simply wrapped themselves in their down jackets and slept on the sofa.

Maybe it was because he didn't sleep well enough. After waking up from the sofa the next day, he knew that some comrades couldn't help but beat their chests and stamped their feet. Why did they dream about snakes again...

For the next two days, everyone stayed in the wooden house, apparently with lingering fears, so that the desire for wild boars and hares was not so high, but the eyes they looked at Lilith gradually became less friendly...

Zhu Liang's fever also subsided slowly, and after two days, it was known that Comrade You returned to the embrace of the bed.

"Everyone." Fatty suddenly shouted to everyone solemnly, "A very serious question."

All eyes were cast on him.

"Let's just sit and eat, now the mountain is empty..." the fat man said with a sad face.

This is indeed a serious question.

"Then, do we have to go out again?" Deng Zhou asked cautiously.

"I know there is a place with a lot of wild vegetables." Fang Zhiyou couldn't help but glance at the big man, but found that his face was still indifferent.

Afterwards, after a heated discussion, it was finally decided that Lin Rang, Zhu Liang and Lao Li would go with Fang Zhiyou.

The four of them wobbled towards the west mountain. If they were just thinking about food when they came here before, it was completely different now.

Just at the foot of this hill, a man who once lived with them under the same roof has been buried.

Although this old monk doesn't have a high sense of presence, he is really a very kind and kind elder.

When the parting first came, the feeling might not be very deep, but when you came to the burial place of that person again, the concept of death, which sounds abstract, would turn into a layer of loess and cover your heart.

Therefore, when passing by here, the eyes can't help but glance in that direction.

But Zhu Liang and Fang Zhiyou were not there at the time, so naturally they didn't know where to place their gaze, so they could only stare straight ahead.

"Wait..." Lin Rang stopped suddenly, pointed to the open space between two or three moso bamboos not far away, "This, this is wrong, it's not like this..."