The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

Before the fire was extinguished, Yan Qing and Zhou Mo mixed with the crowd and left.

Zou Yu was like a crazy woman, sitting at the door of the house in ragged clothes and crying, cursing while crying, unable to find the source of venting, and venting all her anger on the person in front of her.

Many of the helpers were caught and scolded by her, and when they got angry, some people quit on the spot and went home to sleep.

I lived close enough to be angry, but I was afraid that the fire would spread and I had to stay and help. According to Zou Yu, who is like a toad, leaving her alone has nothing else to do except to slap her, so I planned to kindly help The person in the room was also holding his breath, and waited until everything was almost burned before putting out the fire belatedly.

As for the cause of the fire, I'm sorry, I don't care.

Others didn't care, Yan Qing didn't ask, Zhou Mo naturally wouldn't take the initiative to mention it, he followed Yan Qing back home.

Yan Qing's room is small, half of the wall skin is peeled off, revealing the damp wall, and cracks can be seen everywhere like decorations.

But generally speaking, it is clean and tidy, and the look and feel is much better than his small adobe house.

"This house was left by my parents. The only advantage is that the bed is big enough. Otherwise, if I take you in for one night, I don't know how to rest."

After Yanqing spread the bedding, he went to fetch some water.

Zhou Mo sat on the sidelines and thought about his plan to rebuild his homeland. He didn't come back to his senses until Yan Qing brought the water in front of him, and asked in a daze, "...the water for me?"

Yan Qing asked back, "Shouldn't you take a rest without washing?"

There were some bottles and cans on the small wooden post in front of the couch, Yan Qing took the small jars and sat on the side of the bed as soon as he put down the water, smoothing his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing a little cinnabar on his wrists.

Against the backdrop of this deep red, Yan Qing's skin is even fairer and more translucent.Yan Qing's physique is very strange, and he bleeds easily. He has been working and grinding the bleeding blisters since he was a child, but he has never seen rough skin, because he was ridiculed for being naturally suitable for selling.

Yan Qing lowered his eyes, not thinking about it, half of the farm work in the field is still waiting for him.Yan Qing sighed and shook his dizzy head.

It seems that the workload of tomorrow will be increased again, and we have to get up early and go to the field to catch up with the delivery of food.

Zhou Mo put the wooden basin away after washing, frowning as he watched the person beside the bed apply the medicine, Yan Qing's hands trembling as he seemed to be unable to hold the medicine pot in the next second.

Zhou Mo had to admit that the men here, like the one he met at the door of Zou Yu's house at night, including Yan Qing, were all petite and weak, as if they would fall down when the wind blows.

He looked at the blood blisters on Yan Qing's hands and asked, "How did you get your hands?"

Yan Qing didn't seem to hear it, she stabilized her body that was almost sitting still, put down the medicine and crawled into the couch, "I... I'll go to sleep first."

Yan Qing's voice was very weak, and he could hear some trembling when he listened carefully, but Zhou Mo couldn't tell whether it was soft or weak for the time being, he only felt that Yan Qing was too gentle.

Now that Yan Qing was sleepy, Zhou Mo stopped talking and lay down on the couch outside with the lights out.

In the middle of the night, Zhou Mo accidentally touched Yan Qing's arm when he was half asleep and half awake when he turned over. The whole body was burned and he sat up from the bed.

As soon as the candle was lit, Zhou Mo saw Yan Qing's reddened face and fine beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. From his forehead to his body, there was no place that was not red or hot.

Zhou Mo realized that the person sleeping in his couch had a fever.

He pushed Yan Qing, but Yan Qing didn't realize it at all. He pursed his lips tightly, dripping with cold sweat, but when he coughed, he subconsciously covered his mouth and nose, bent his legs and hunched over, coughing in a low voice, as if he was afraid of waking up others.

So it wasn't until Zhou Mo accidentally bumped into Yan Qing that he had a fever.Yan Qing involuntarily approached the wall, and could only rely on the cold air from his forehead against the wall to make him feel better.

Zhou Mo put on his clothes, turned and went out of the house, and fetched some cold water.

When Zhou Mo came back, Yan Qing's underwear was scorching hot, so he unconsciously tore it apart a lot, and the cold wind poured in from the neck, which relieved the pain a little.

Yan cleared his throat and let out a few hums.

Zhou Mo wrung out the towel and wanted to pull the person over from the wall, but unexpectedly found that Yan Qing was ridiculously light, or maybe his strength was a bit too strong, anyway, he was caught off guard, and Yan Qing rolled to Zhou Mo's side , face against his leg.

From Zhou Mo's point of view, Yan Qing's side profile is extremely long and beautiful, with long hair like Mo hanging behind his neck, and eyebrows like long willows.Because of the fever, he was sweating all over his body, and his thin underwear was also wet, revealing his thin body shape.

Zhou Mo closed the clothes and tucked the corners of the quilt expressionlessly for the man, but within two seconds, Yan Qing curled up again, frowning tightly, moaning/groaning in pain.

Zhou Mo's hand holding the towel was held in Yan Qing's arms, unable to move.

Zhou Mo lowered his eyes to look at the pitiful person who was huddled beside him. If the fever is like this, if the fever doesn't subside, he might be a fool.

He withdrew his arm, soaked it in water again, wrung it dry, and wiped off Yan Qing's sweat little by little.

In any case, he was also his savior who came to this world, and took in himself who had nowhere to go. Zhoumo had no reason to see his benefactor burned into a fool.

Zhou Mo fetched water over and over again to wipe Yan Qing's body, and the fever was only half gone when it was daylight.

Zhou Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Yan Qing who closed his eyes tightly, "...you are so delicate."