The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 173:
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The hostility was dissipating, and excitement was growing. Some people who had originally avoided her began to surround her, moving the injured together, cleaning the wounds, and delivering medicine with cloths...
In the dock square, the sounds of crying, cursing, and panic gradually disappeared, replaced by a tense and orderly atmosphere of treatment. Feng Zhiwei glanced, and someone took the initiative to help, including the government, the people, and the imperial envoys. , the three parties, after an unfriendly welcoming ceremony, due to a disaster, actually achieved seamless cooperation for the first time.
The pampered students of Qingming Academy, after watching for a while, rolled up their sleeves and joined the team. Yao Yangyu was lying on the stretcher and loudly ordered Feng Zhiwei's guards to attack the doctor.
In the face of disaster, people's hearts, which are usually torn apart, will be more likely to get closer because of compassion. Feng Zhiwei washed her blood-stained hands in the basin, looked at the busy crowds everywhere, and felt a surge in her heart. Feeling a little emotional.
The moonlight rose faintly. After a whole day of effective processing, the square had returned to calm. There were only faint groans in the tent, floating in the sea and sky.
Feng Zhiwei hadn't rested yet and was walking around in the square. During the day, there was a chaos. Dozens were killed and hundreds were injured. Not many were actually killed or injured, but many were stamped to death in a panic. However, Feng Zhiwei was worried that the chaotic squeeze would squeeze some people into some unnoticeable gaps.
The broken clothes left behind by the injured in the square trembled in the wind, as if a pair of hands were silently summoning the souls. A cold moon reflected the pools of blood everywhere, and the entire square looked like it was covered with **** duckweeds and phoenixes. Zhiwei walked slowly with sad eyes, picking up some items from time to time, such as gold locks, purses, embroidered bags... those souvenirs filled with the love of family and lovers, now no longer have owners to cherish them.
Gu Nanyi followed her. He didn't know what Feng Zhiwei was thinking. He just felt that the figure in front of him looked a little lonely, with thin shoulders, and the moonlight seemed to be heavy.
He suddenly took a step forward and draped the thing he had been carrying in his arms over Feng Zhiwei's shoulders.
Feng Zhiwei felt her shoulders suddenly sink. Something heavy was pressing down on her. She almost thought it was an assassin. She turned to the side and saw with a smile that Master Gu had pressed down an extra half piece of tent cloth that he had been holding. on her shoulders.
What are you doing? Feng Zhiwei grabbed the corner of the tent, raised her eyebrows and asked him with her eyes.
Master Gu stood there without saying anything. Feng Zhiwei was surprised to find that his eyes behind the veil seemed to shift - he didn't always look directly at people, or lower his eyes at the one-foot-three figure in front of him. An inch of land?
It seemed impossible to get an answer from Master Gu. Feng Zhiwei sighed, wondering if Master Gu asked her to set up a tent? Suddenly I heard Master Gu speak.
"It won't be cold if you wear it."
Feng Zhiwei was stunned again, and it took him a while to realize - was he afraid that she would be cold?
Is he helping her put on her "clothes"?
She was stunned there, holding on to the heavy and airtight tent cloth. She didn't know how to react for a moment, and felt a little sour in her heart. She vaguely remembered that this seemed to be the first time that Gu Nanyi had clearly expressed something like "care." "Such a sentiment.
He has always cared about her life and death, but to her, this care is more like an imposed task. He just carries it out to the letter, just like eating small walnuts or eight pieces of meat. Do it, no reason.
At the beginning of their acquaintance, he kicked her out of bed, made her sleep on the bed, and threw her unsatisfactory laundry in the toilet. Even when he was protecting her, he often used heavy hands and heavy feet when catching her. Don't know the strength of the convergence.
When did Hongmeng open up and let this bright sky light shine through?
Who is it, wielding the blade of spiritual intelligence to cut through the many shadows covering his chaotic life?
The moonlight was cool, the square was silent, and the voices in the faint smoke were distant and vague. She and he faced each other in silence in the autumn night wind.
For a long time, she tightened the tent cloth around her body, as if it was really a cloak, and smiled: "Well, it's very warm..."
Master Gu nodded with satisfaction. He also felt very warm and looked very warm.
But Feng Zhiwei was worried about how she would be able to walk with this tent and cloak behind her.
After a few steps, Gu Nanyi's ears suddenly moved, and Feng Zhiwei noticed it immediately.
In front, there is a pile of debris, including pot nets commonly used by fishermen and dried sea vegetables. A faint sound came from under the debris.
Feng Zhiwei stepped forward in three or two steps, pushed aside the debris, and took a breath.
Under the basin net, a young woman died there, with her back turned outward, half of her body curled up in a strange arc. There was a basin under her belly, and a child was crying softly in the basin. With.
Obviously, during the chaos, this woman was crowded here and crushed to death, but she always protected the child under her body. She was afraid that the child would be crushed when she fell, so she not only resisted the crush with her back, but also Put the child in the basin.
The basin was not small. If she could have covered herself with the basin at that time, she would have been able to escape with her life. However, she must have been seriously injured and lost her strength, so she could only choose to save the child.
Feng Zhiwei looked at the basin, her eyes slightly moist.
Mother in the world, mother in the world, ordinary life is almost trivial, but only in difficult and dangerous times can the strength of deep love transcend life and death.
She picked up the child. The child was indeed unharmed. He was just crying from hunger, but had no strength to cry. Once he was picked up, he immediately wrapped his young fingers tightly around her hand.
Feng Zhiwei couldn't help but smile, put her face against his cheek, and wrapped him well with tent cloth.
After this package, I found that the child was very exquisitely dressed, with a low-key luxury. There was no writing on the gold lock piece around his neck, but it was inlaid with a huge obsidian gem. The end of the gem was filled with deep purple color and was radiant. shoot.
Looking at the dead woman again, she was dressed in ordinary clothes, like an ordinary person, without any jewelry. Feng Zhiwei felt a little doubt in her heart. Could it be that she was not the mother of this child?
If you are not a mother, how can you do this?
This lock piece was too precious. She thought about it, took it off and put it away.
Holding the child in his arms, he immediately stopped crying and sucked his fingers happily. Feng Zhiwei felt aroused and pushed the child into Master Gu's arms.