"Okay, it's connected, try to walk around and see." Bo Guchan said this lightly, and the tears in my painful eyes were forced to flow out, and I couldn't go back. I was just in a stalemate.
I looked at his calm eyes, picked up the camera, and struggled to squeeze it out from between my teeth: "It hurts... Ah... Can't you tell me in advance, senior."
"Does it hurt?"
"Yes." I said sincerely with tears in my eyes.
"That might not have been connected properly."
"What?"
"Going to pick it up again."
"Stop joking, senior, you'd better carry me down the mountain to find a doctor. I don't want to bear that kind of pain anymore."
"I won't carry you. Your feet can already walk. Try walking." He looked around, picked up a wooden stick, handed it to me and said, "Or try walking with it."
"Senior, are you sure it's useful?" I looked at the crutch with confusion written on my face.
"It works." He affirmed.
"Senior, why don't you carry me on your back?" I begged with pleading eyes.
"No, it's too heavy." The look of disgust in his eyes was particularly obvious.
I immediately corrected myself: "I haven't even passed 100."
"That won't work either." He still refused.
"Then help me." Since you don't want to carry me, you can help me a little, right?
"No, it's too dirty."
"Then why didn't you dislike it just now?" I continued to argue.
"No, I was disgusted just now. If you hadn't grabbed my hand and forced me to save you, I wouldn't have cared about you."
Motto: Destiny is in your own hands