Chapter 1217

I think that Wu Ziyun and Jing Jiajia grew up when they were young. Jing Jiajia kept saying that they had an engagement with Wu Ziyun. Although Wu Ziyun denied it, was it true?

Would an 18-year-old girl be so cheap?

If I didn't appear, or I didn't take the initiative to approach Wu Ziyun, would Wu Ziyun and Jing Jiajia be a perfect couple, and would be happy with Mei all the time.

When I think about this, I look at Wu Ziyun.

The young man is standing in the wind, with resolute eyebrows and deep eyes. He has a kind of maturity and steadiness different from his peers.

My heart beat inexplicably.

After a while, the teacher finished.

Yang Yang and several boys put the cooked food in the middle.

Everyone will go up and pick it up automatically.

Only then did I feel the pain in my toes and didn't want to eat, so I bent down and got into the tent.

I don't know what method Wu Ziyun used. There was a small lamp in my tent. I saw a complicated circuit board at the corner of the tent. It is estimated that Wu Ziyun used this to get electricity for me.

I remember when I was a child, my father took my family to Hawaii. At that time, he also lived in the wild for several nights.

But at that time, dad put up a big tent to sleep with the family.

At that time, Dad had an SUV with him, which was full of food and water, so my brothers and I only felt the fun of playing and never felt the crisis.

But now the environment on this desert island is certainly not so good.

I went to take off my shoes because my toes hurt so much.

When I took off my shoes, I fanned my nose with my hand.

Eh, there is a peculiar smell. I feel tingling when I move my toes.

Take off the socks with your hand, but when the socks take off from the heel forward, suddenly I grin with pain.

Look down.

It turned out that I had been walking on the island for two or three hours in the afternoon, and my toes had worn out, and the skin was clinging to my socks. When my socks moved, my skin and flesh moved with me. It was no wonder that it didn't hurt.

I took a breath and tried to take off the socks of my thumb and middle finger with my hand, but as long as I moved gently, the socks would move with the skin and flesh, and stick tightly. I couldn't take them off at all. The pain made me gasp.

After trying twice in a row, I didn't dare to try. I sat and looked at my feet and worried.

At this time, I really regret it.

"Nini, have you eaten yet?" After a while, Zhang Zishan finally thought of me after playing with Yang Yang and ran to the tent to see me.

I cocked my toes and said with a sad face: "you see, my foot has been injured and I can't walk."

"Oh, let me see." As soon as Zhang Zishan heard that Maoli was impatient, she would come to take my socks. I was so scared that I quickly stopped her with my hand. If she took my socks away, my skin and flesh would be torn off.

I'm afraid of pain.

"No, that's it." I was in tears.

"How can that be? I have to go to the lake tomorrow. I have to walk a lot. Besides, if you don't take off your socks, they will get inflamed. " Zhang Zishan disagreed.

"But it hurts when you take it off like this." I'm about to shed tears.

"Then what? You are such a gold lady. " Zhang Zishan was too anxious to know what to do.

"An Qian." Just as we were worried, Wu Ziyun's voice came from the front of the tent.

"Ah, he's here. There must be a way to think about it." Zhang Zishan immediately said to me as soon as her eyes brightened, and then stood up.

"Wu Ziyun, you come just in time. An Qian's foot is injured. Please show her. I have to leave in advance. An Qian will give it to you." Zhang Zijian came out and said to Wu Ziyun.

"How did you get hurt?" Wu Ziyun asked immediately.

"Ask an Qian yourself. Besides, she hasn't had dinner yet. You can't starve her." Zhang Zishan told Wu Ziyun repeatedly and then turned away.

I sat in the tent, biting my lips, tears rolling in my eyes.

"An Qian, what's wrong with your feet?" Wu Ziyun opened the tent and squatted down in front of me.

"It's not a big deal. It's just skin abrasion." I bowed my head and answered, drawing my feet back.

He took a look at me, reached for my back heel, and put my foot in front of him with a little force.

"Don't look, it stinks." My feet are sweating after walking for hours in the afternoon. It doesn't smell good.

Wu Ziyun lips slightly tilted down, slender fingertips gently came to uncover my socks.

"It hurts. Don't move." I bit my lip.

His fingers stopped, looked down carefully and said: "the feet are worn out and the blood sticks to the socks. It doesn't matter. I'll help you take off and put some medicine on it."

Then he reached out and picked up the mineral water bottle next to me, took my foot to the bright place, and gently poured the water in the mineral water bottle onto my injured toe.

I just feel cool.

Then he took out a piece of erythromycin ointment or something and put some on my injured sock.

After a while, I gently opened my socks.

Sure enough, this time my socks and the wound on my feet easily peeled off, there is no pain.

After taking off the socks, I saw that my big toe and middle finger had been worn off two pieces of skin, revealing the red meat inside, and still oozing blood.

My foot has never been hurt like this.

I was a little scared and tearful.

He said to me: "you don't move, I'll get the medicine box to detoxify you, apply the medicine, and stick the hemostatic paste on it."

I nodded obediently.

He stooped out of the tent and went to his own tent.

After a while, I brought a small medicine box.

He opened the medicine box, first detoxified the wound on my foot with alcohol, then applied medicine, and then bandaged it. It was finished in two or three minutes“ Don't walk tonight. Have a good sleep. I'll walk tomorrow. When I get up early tomorrow, I'll bandage you with a hemostatic bandage so that it won't hurt too much. I also suggest you walk less tomorrow. " When he's done, right

I said, "outdoor life is not like home. You can't take a bath or wash your feet these two days. Bear it."

After that, she said, "you can't do it if you don't come out for exercise. You are spoiled. For example, I don't know how much skin my feet have been worn. Sometimes I don't know how many bubbles I have to make because my shoes don't fit."

"Then why do you wear shoes that don't fit?" I bit my lip and asked. He looked at me: "for a person, there are not many shoes that fit his feet. The rich can walk less and reduce friction, but the poor can only run in by walking more to make the shoes fit his feet as much as possible. In this way, because they walk too much, their feet are often beaten bloody, but after the painful running in, a pair of shoes that beat their feet again will also adapt to their feet."