There is also a box on the wall, which has a lock but is not locked.

There is still half a plate of burned candles on the lid of the box.

He Lingchuan glanced at the room again and saw nothing unusual, then turned his attention to the box.

Can't it be opened?

He saw Sun Fuling go back to the house several times to get medicine, but there was no medicine box here, so the medicine was placed in the box?

What else is there?

Suddenly there was a "creak" outside, and the courtyard door opened.

Oops.

He Lingchuan quickly went around to the kitchen, opened the door and went out.

Then, he met Sun Fuling who stepped into the courtyard.

Both of them were stunned.

Sun Fuling was a little surprised, blinked, and held something in both hands.

Being caught red-handed, He Lingchuan knew without looking in the mirror that his face must be embarrassed in capital letters.

"Hi." His voice was weak, "You're back."

Sun Fuling looked at the courtyard wall and then at him, and seemed to understand something: "Is something wrong?"

"I'll..." He Lingchuan chuckled, "Borrow some firewood."

Seeing that the leather bag in the other person's hand was bulging, he quickly stepped forward to help: "I'll help you carry it."

Sun Fuling handed the things to him, then went into her kitchen, picked up a large bundle of firewood, and brought out a large bundle of charcoal, putting them all into his hand, "I can't use them all, you can take whatever you want."

Suddenly there was a creaking sound from next door.

Sun Fuling noticed: "What is that sound?"

"Birds are chirping." He Lingchuan chirped on the ground, "The sparrowhawk just fought with a monster in your yard and was injured. He was treated at my place. It kept crying out that it was cold, so..."

He shook the firewood in his hand.

"Is it injured?" Sun Fuling was slightly moved. The last time Sparrowhawk came to visit, she was also present. "I'll go over and have a look." After that, she pushed the door open and went out.

Of course, He Lingchuan couldn't go back the way he came, so he had to follow her out, took two steps and opened the door of his courtyard: "Please come in."

He went to the kitchen to light the fire. When he turned around, he saw Sun Fuling squatting down to inspect the Sparrowhawk's injury, and reached out to stroke its back.

Not only did the sparrowhawk not hide, but it closed its eyes and looked like it was enjoying itself.

"..." Does this bird look at people? Why did it dislike him just now?

"It's so pitiful. The feathers are all broken. It seems that it will take some time before it can go to heaven." Sun Fuling took out a small bag of dried meat from somewhere, tore it into thin strips, and fed it bit by bit, "I bought it from the market.

salty."
Chapter completed!