Canghai puffed out his cheeks and turned his head to look at the soldiers for a while, chewing and swallowing silently, and then nodded lightly. His eyes moved faintly to the flame of the oil lamp the size of a soybean grain, and his expression was shy.

Bing 100,000 jumped to the ground, picked up a large pile of hay from the corner of the wall, almost against the beams, and turned around and said, "Lie down when you finish eating, and I'll help you cover the quilt." After saying that, I couldn't help but laugh.

Canghai silently put the big porcelain bowl on the side of the stove, wore a white fox fur and fell straight down, and bounced it with the haystack. Staring at the beams of the room without moving.

The soldiers had no choice but to laugh and sigh, and came over to spread the hay on Canghai, "Hey, don't turn over when you fall asleep, the quilt falls off as soon as you move, but no one gets up to help you cover it." Unexpectedly, there was no sound, and the soldiers shrugged their shoulders, burned the fire in the stove even more vigorously, and then took a pile of hay and lay down on his bed, covering it with a quilt. (.) He picked up a small piece of crushed loess on the ground and extinguished the light.

It was really quiet for a while.

"Hey, where are you going tomorrow?"

Bing 100,000 finally couldn't help but ask. Still no answer. Bing Shiwan couldn't help but hold the quilt and stood up halfway, and said nervously: "Are you still alive?" Only then did I hear the sound of the haystack on the other side.

"Alas, it's scared to death," Bing Shiwan lay back again, "I don't want to spend the night with the corpse." Ah, by the way, you're nothing, aren't you?"

A little late, there were two sounds from the haystack opposite.

Bing Shiwan smiled: "You don't want to know the way, but I want to tell you." And he said, "Hey, it's too dark in this room, go and light the lamp." "Okay, I'm too lazy to move anyway." Out of nowhere, he found a piece of loess, flicked it with his fingers, and with a "bang", a hole suddenly leaked in the roof, and a beam of silver moonlight poured down, shining on the ground between the two haystacks.

"I see you. Bing Shiwan grinned, as if he had adjusted his mood, and then said leisurely: "Xiao Che stopped by accident that day. I didn't want to eat noodles, or to rest, I just stopped, and then I felt like that kind of man-made why I should live like this every day, and I couldn't help but feel very sorry for him, so I said to him, 'I'll invite you to eat a bowl of noodles,' and guess what he said?"

The haystack rang twice at once.

Bing Shiwan smiled: "He didn't speak like you." I brought the noodles to him and he sat down and ate them, and when he was done, guess what he said to me?" Without waiting for the haystack to speak, he smiled bitterly: "You can't guess." He looked up and said to me, 'Do you know who I am?'"

There was silence for a while, only the silver moonlight silently shone brightly.

Bing Shiwan sighed: "He went on to say that he was a doctor, and just looked at my walking posture and found that my leg was injured." ”

"Hey, I wasn't a cripple then. ”

"He told me that my legs are frostbitten, and although they occasionally hurt when the weather changes, if I don't treat my legs now, my legs will slowly rot, and when they rot, I will have no cure, but if I treat them now, although I can save my legs, my feet will be lame. He asked me if I wanted him to be treated, and it should be to pay back the bowl of noodles. ”

The house was still quiet. Bing 100,000 said: "You must be thinking that I am really lucky, a bowl of noodles in exchange for a miracle doctor saved my two legs......" Bing 100,000 shook his head.

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