Pale Silence

Chapter 25 Scars

The old man opened the chained glass door a little, and handed out a small bowl of burn medicine.

Chen Mo hurriedly took it over: "Thank you, Grandpa."

The old man glanced at Chen Mo, and retreated into the darkness with his stick in his hand without saying a word.

The blood and ashes on Song Jian's back were all smeared together, and it was hard to see what happened to the wound in the dark.

Chen Mo carefully applied the ointment on Song Jian's back.

Start with the lightest burn on the shoulder and work your way down the middle.

Occasionally, the fingers hit something hard, like metal splinters stuck in the flesh.

Chen Mo looked at the darkened door in bewilderment: "Grandpa, something got stuck in his flesh, what should I do..."

The old man was silent for a while, then handed out a small tweezers and a roll of gauze through the crack of the door: "Get it out for him, pay attention to stop the bleeding."

Chen Mo saw clearly a small hard bump on Song Jian's shoulder in the dim moonlight, grabbed it with tweezers, and pulled it out with all his heart.

"Boom!"

It was a metal fragment the size of a finger belly, which had been twisted and deformed by the high temperature and explosion, leaving a large gash on Song Jian's back shoulder.

Chen Mo hurriedly pressed the wound with gauze to prevent blood from flowing out.

The old man said abruptly: "His wound is too deep and needs stitches."

Chen Mo looked at the old man at a loss, almost crying.

The old man looked at the boy's tearful eyes under the moonlight. After a long time, the old man sighed and opened the door: "Come in, I'll get it for him."

Chen Mo hurriedly stood up with red eyes regardless of his upper legs: "Thank you, Grandpa!"

The old man looked at his legs and frowned: "Son, what's wrong with your legs?"

Only then did Chen Mo feel the pain. Little Huya bit his lower lip and said in a low voice, "It's a little bit hurt, it's fine, I can handle it myself. My friend is burned, and he hurts a lot. Grandpa, please."

Song Jian rubbed Chen Mo's small head twice with his big hand, and was coaxed by this gentle and cute little thing to make his heart go soft, and even the burnt back didn't hurt so much.Song Jian said: "I don't feel so much pain, it's numb. If your leg is delayed, it will become disabled."

The old man looked at Song Jian and then at Chen Mo.

He's a burn doctor and knows how it hurts.

But the child's obedient, soft and tearful appearance is really poignant.

The old man said: "Respect the old and love the young, child, let me see your legs first."

The small clinic did not have X-rays, and the old man was not an orthopedic doctor, so he could only figure out the position of the arrow by groping with his hands.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there is no bone injury. Hold on, there is no anesthetic here."

The old man treated both Song Jian and Chen Mo's wounds.

Song Jian's skin and flesh were burned badly, and he was lying on the bed shirtless, his whole back was covered with thick ointment, and the smell of the medicine made his nose itchy.

Chen Mo was lying on the head of the bed, staring at Song Jian's face without blinking.

Song Jian raised his hand and squeezed Chen Mo's face with grinning teeth: "What are you looking at? Do you think I'm more handsome?"

Chen Mo rubbed against his palm, lowered his head and said, "It hurts to see you..."

Song Jian touched Chen Mo's soft hair again, and the image of Chen Mo lying on the hospital bed crying for pain emerged in his mind.

Song Jian gave a long sigh with a wry smile, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "It's just a burn, how much can it hurt?"

How could it be as painful as you...

Chen Mo lay on the head of the bed, staring blankly at Song Jian's face.

That handsome face was a little pale, and there were a little dry fine lines on the rough and vicissitudes of the skin, a little haggard, but very real.

This person is real.

Really hurt for him, and really abandoned everything to be by his side.

Chen Mo was in a daze. He was afraid that this was a dream, and his thin white fingers unconsciously stroked Song Jian's vicissitudes and handsome face, stroked the dry skin, and stroked the piercing stubble on his chin.

Song Jian's hot breath sprayed on his thin white fingertips, and he asked hoarsely, "Momo, what are you doing?"

Chen Mo whispered, "See if you are real."

Song Jian held Chen Mo's finger, put it on his lips and kissed it hard: "Really, it's alive."

Chen Mo's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he whispered, "When are you going back?"

Song Jian was stunned for a moment and said, "You want me to go back?"

Chen Mo lowered his eyebrows, a little wronged and a little embarrassed: "You always have to go back."

That was the kingdom created by Song Jian.

In the past three years, how many people have been born and died, and how many difficulties they have suffered.Song Jian built a strong fortress on the ruins of the last days, a stable and rich home.

How could it be...how could it be for him, just don't want it...

Song Jian will go back sooner or later.

If he is safe enough, if Song Jian no longer worries about him, then Song Jian will go back...

Thinking about it, Chen Mo was about to cry.

When he left the base, he was already ready to wander alone.

But Song Jian came to save him and was injured because of him.So he can no longer imagine how tormented the days of solitary survival are.

If only... if only Song Jian would walk with him.

But Chen Mo couldn't say a word of prayer.

He was afraid of being rejected, and he was afraid of saying those words that made him sad from Song Jian's mouth.

Song Jian looked at the child with tears in his eyes, sighed, and raised his hand to rub Chen Mo's skinny face: "I won't go back, Momo, I'll go with you."

This child was picked up by him, and he kept him in his arms, teaching the child to play with guns little by little, and growing up with him little by little.

Now, just thinking of Chen Mo wandering in this world alone with his crude weapon, Song Jian felt pain in his heart.

Chen Mo couldn't go back to that base.

Everyone wanted to live, and they could no longer treat Chen Mo as a real person.

He and Chen Mo were going to a strange place, no one knew Chen Mo's identity, no one knew what they had experienced, and no one would hurt such a well-behaved and kind child.

Chen Mo's eyes widened in disbelief, suppressing the joy that he didn't dare to express so quickly: "Song...Song Jian...you...are you really not going back...then we...where shall we go? !"

Song Jian thought, Chen Mo really has a childish temper, he cries when he pokes him, and grows younger when he coaxes him.

The little head was rubbing against his palm like a cat, and the suffering and torture he had suffered were left behind without hesitation, and he was as happy as a child who got a toy.

The old man cooked millet porridge and brought them a bowl for each of them: "Eat something, it's already dawn, you two haven't eaten all night."

Chen Mo held the bowl carefully, looked up at the old man gratefully: "Grandpa, you are so kind."

Food is too precious in this world.

Chen Mo wandered alone for a long time, and encountered far more plunder than kindness.

The old man didn't know them, and Song Jian still had a gun in his hand.

But the old man still saved them, took them into the house, treated their injuries, and cooked them food.

The old man waved his hand, sat on the edge of the bed, peeled off the dried ointment on Song Jian's back, and reapplied fresh moist ointment.

Chen Mo sipped the porridge, as well-behaved as a child having lunch in a kindergarten, staring at Song Jian's back injury.

Song Jian sweated from the pain on his forehead, tried to change the subject, and chatted with the old man: "Old man, how dare you let us in?"

The old man was silent for a while, and said: "It's nothing, the child looks pitiful. I have a little grandson who disappeared at school when the accident happened. If my grandson came back at that time, he would be about the same age as this child. When the child cried, My heart hurts, I can't bear it, so I can't bear it."

Chen Mo thought of his family, his eyes were red, and tears fell into the porridge.

Afraid of being seen, he hurriedly raised his head and drank the hot porridge in one gulp, wiped away his tears with his dirty sleeves, and helped the old man apply medicine to Song Jian.

The sun outside the window was gradually rising, reflecting the silence in the house through the blue curtains.

None of the three spoke again.

All the survivors in this world have been burdened with too much grief, and no one can tell too much to others.

The old man's surname is Cheng, Cheng Fengwen, and he has been running a burn clinic here all his life.

The old man had a daughter who was studying at a medical university a thousand kilometers away. After the zombie outbreak, there was no news.My grandson is in the third grade of middle school in the old city, and he is about to take the senior high school entrance examination, so he lives on campus.On the night of the accident, the old man wanted to go to school to pick up his grandson, but was blocked by corpses.

Later, the old man wanted to go to the school to take a look, but the closer he was to the school, the more zombies there were. He was an old man who had to use crutches after walking for a long time, so he also gave food to the zombies when he went.

Chen Mo carefully took the old man's hand: "Grandpa... what does your grandson look like? When my leg recovers, I'll go to school and help you find him."

The old man touched Chen Mo's young hair with his old hand, and smiled bitterly: "Silly boy, it's been three years, where are you going to find him? Obediently recuperate at Grandpa's place, if there is no place to go, we will live together in the future It counts as a response."

The old man applied the medicine to Song Jian and staggered out of the small room.

Song Jian looked at the disappointed Chen Mo, raised his hand and rubbed Chen Mo's face again: "What's wrong? Are you discouraged?"

Chen Mo lowered his head and muttered stubbornly: "I can find..."

Song Jian said: "Even if you can enter the school, after three years, I'm afraid you can only find the corpse. Momo, the old man doesn't want to know that his grandson has been corpse, he would rather just wait like this, waiting for him His grandson came to him alive and kicking, can you understand?"

Chen Mo looked outside, and saw that the old man was hunched over dispensing medicine, and muddy tears flowed from the old eyes, falling silently into the medicine bowl.

Chen Mo felt uncomfortable, and he whispered, "I want to help grandpa...he saved us, we...we should help him..."

Song Jian said: "Then let's think of other ways, shall we?"

His Momo is still a child, and he needs to protect and guide him to grow up in such a difficult world.

Song Jian took a deep breath.

He left the base, and with Yan Ruoming's intelligence, he would definitely become the master of that base again by virtue of his own identity and ability.He could be regarded as...repaying the Yan family and his son for saving their lives.

From then on, he devoted himself to accompanying this stubborn little thing, and worked hard together to survive in the last days.