In the early morning, the blue sky was spotless after being washed by the rain, the air was so fresh, as if it had been filtered, a ray of sunlight shone through the window on Qin Lang's clean and emaciated face, no one noticed, his thick eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Well, no, he's alone in his room at the moment, so it's strange that someone can find out.

"Bang la la"

Outside the bedroom, a sweaty and shirtless, obese man like a pig was holding two crumpled renminbi tightly in his hands, holding a small rectangular square in his right hand and constantly touching and touching, and his mouth was full of words.

"That, why don't we take a look?" Before he started, Feng Xiaoxiao said helplessly.

"Like, you see your pig's trotters are almost bald. Wang Xinnan, who was sitting at home, also said helplessly.

"Don't interrupt!" The fat man glared at him and continued to chant: "Hurry like a law, the lord of heaven listens to my orders!

"Slap" The fat man slapped the small rectangular cube in his hand on the table, looking at the bells and whistles and bewitching little chicken, the fat man suddenly felt as uncomfortable as eating, his face was pale, and he said incoherently: "This ...... This must be a misprint! Yes, it must be a misprint! Or maybe some of you are using a demonic spell...... I'm not convinced, I'll apply for one more!"

"You can touch the chickens into a big cake, or let's take a rest first?" Sister pondered, keep fighting, you have to hallucinate. Wang Xinnan said angrily. From last night's dinner to now, she is sticky, and her neck is a little stiff, if it weren't for this dead fat man who refused to leave, she would have taken a shower and gone back to sleep in the bed, who would still toss with them?

"That's not good!" The fat man's head shook like a rattle, and he said with a cold face: "If the loser doesn't speak, the winner is not allowed to leave!" Do you understand? You have severely wounded my fragile heart, and in order to make amends for me, I must be allowed to touch it again!"

"Do you still want to be shameless? Do you really think my sister won't dare to beat you?" "Who is Feng Xiaoxiao? If it weren't for the rule that everyone is equal at the card table, he would have directly picked up the stool under his ass and smashed the fat man's head. Didn't you just lose overnight? It was as if his wife had run away with someone, and he made him kick his nose and face for three points.

"By the way, fat man, did you change the underwear for the little prodigal son yesterday?" Wang Xinnan threw away the 10,000 yuan in his hand and asked without raising his head.

After the battle of Vault No. 3, Qin Lang fell into a coma, and it had been a full month since then, and he still had no trace of waking up. During this period, although Qin Yiwen was mainly taking care of her, she was not iron-clad, so several people in the house took turns to take care of him. But when it comes to privacy and parts, girls are still a little inconvenient, so they handed it over to the fat man.

Yesterday it was the turn of the fat man. This guy is careless, whether it is feeding or wiping his body and changing clothes, he is fast and efficient when he says it is good, and perfunctory when he says it is unpleasant, of course, in his words, it is called informality for the children of the rivers and lakes.

"What to change? The diapers I wore for him, rest assured, the Archangel brand is absolutely good. The fat man's two seriously congested eyes stared at the mahjong in the bald hand, with a posture of gnawing the mahjong.

"Oops! I'm sorry, hang the chick alone! Touch yourself, hey, hey, fat brother, give money!"

"Mahler, a bastard! Why don't you be nonsense when Lao Tzu beats a chicken, um? You have to touch yourself, do you look down on me? Do you think Lao Tzu is fat? Do you think Lao Tzu is ugly?"

"What kind of nerves do you have? I can't afford to lose, can I? ”

"Uh...... I'll owe it first, go down together, go down together! I'm going to make a big deal this time, and I'll win you to death!"

The sound of mahjong sounded again, and at this time, Qin Lang in the bedroom finally opened his long-lost eyes. The snow-white walls, wooden doors and windows, and simple wooden beds give people a more comfortable and elegant feeling.

Is there sunshine in hell? The answer is no? Is there sunshine in heaven? I don't know. Qin Lang gave himself a big mouth very decisively, and there was a "snap", which was very loud and painful. This proves that he is still alive! There is a saying, "If you don't die in a great disaster, you will have a blessing in the future." Yes, it seems that you are really rich and noble!

Qin Lang sat up with a happy face, rubbed his neck, which was a little stiff because he had slept for too long, and inadvertently knocked down a simple photo frame with his left hand.

In the photo frame, a middle-aged man with a face full of vicissitudes of life, holding a big boy with a bald head and a little girl with a double ponytail on the left and right, that is the memory left by the family when Qin Yiwen was three years old. Stroking the cheeks of the middle-aged man in the photo, Qin Lang felt a little sour in his heart, and sighed silently: Dad, are you okay? It's an honor, I'm still alive. Don't worry, with me here, I will definitely take care of my sister.

Throw away the diaper that was crooked in half, pull out the infusion needle inserted in the thigh, put on the outfit on the edge of the bedside table, and looked at the palm-sized mirror, revealing a sweet smile - still so handsome!

"Crunch"

After not moving for too long, Qin Lang's body was a little stiff, and when he opened the bedroom door, the scene in front of him was startled! melon seeds, peanut shells and unknown animal bones all over the ground, and there were several beer bottles piled up on each of the legs of the four tables of the Eight Immortals, which were obviously old, and there was also a braised pig's foot with a deep tooth mark on the plate next to the table.

Hungry! Very hungry! Very hungry! Hungry to the point of exploding! At this time, Qin Lang felt that he could swallow a cow! Yes, just sprinkle some salt!

These days, Qin Lang just relies on drinking some porridge and infusion of glucose to get by, his stomach is very hungry and a bird fades out of his mouth, where can he bear it when he sees the braised pig's feet?

Yes, drinking honey is not sweet when you are full, eating bran is as sweet as honey when you are hungry, and the pig's feet marinated by Miss Feng herself can't even be eaten by herself, Qin Lang actually gnawed it with relish.

"You're Sabi! Eight cylinders, 20,000 chicken feathers! Qin Lang spit out a mouthful of bone scum, grabbed the fat man who was about to give up, and reprimanded: "If you don't have the guts to dare to sit on the card table, you deserve to lose to death, you sand sculpture." ”

"But there aren't many cards left. What if it ......" The fat man listened to the familiar and unfamiliar voice, and didn't care, just looked at the card table, with a sad face, obviously now he can't accommodate the second thing in his eyes except mahjong. While the others were staring wide-eyed, looking at Qin Lang who was desperately gnawing on pig's feet with an alien expression.

"Hmm, what are you all looking at me for? Is it possible that I have on my face? Playing cards!" Qin Lang was a little puzzled by their expressions, spit out the bones in his mouth, and frowned: "Damn, how can this pig's feet still have hair?"

"Ahh......h Brother-in-law, how did you wake up? Oh no, how could you wake up? No, I mean, what are you doing when you wake up? Oh, look at my ......."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wang Xinnan frowned, turned his face and smiled at Qin Lang: "Wake up, how do you feel?"

"Feel ......"

"Why don't you cook for your sisters when you wake up?" After playing mahjong all night, I'm tired of my sister!" Feng Xiaoxiao stretched his waist, not too hot but with a bumpy figure, Qin Lang's mouth was dry for a while. Perhaps sensing someone's evil gaze, Feng Xiaoxiao turned his head and glared: "What are you doing here like a sand sculpture?

These people have taken care of themselves, that's right, from their diapers worn indiscriminately at the root of their thighs and the pinholes all over their thighs, it can be seen that they are just taking care, and they are definitely not to the point of serving them, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are perfunctory. As for being a cow and a horse, tired and tired? Then you can pull it down, let Miss Feng be a cow and a horse? It seems that I am a tired life! But it's time to exercise.

"By the way, my sister wants to eat fried noodles! ”

"Okay!"

"Little prodigal son, bring me a bowl of turkey noodles. ”

"Roger!"

"Brother-in-law, I want to eat ......"

"Roll over and burn the fire, you eat chicken feathers? I don't have any eyesight, I've been messing with Lao Tzu for so long. ”

"It's all the same or a butt? Hey, it's nerve-wracking!"

About ten minutes later, the fat man finally woke up from the world of mahjong, glanced at the noodles in Wang Xinnan's bowl, immediately flattened his mouth, strode into the kitchen, snatched the spoon in Qin Lang's hand, and said: "It's better to leave the difficult task of cooking to professionals, just watch from the side." ”

When it comes to cooking, it has always been a fat man's forte. His ancestors have been chefs for three generations, and his father did not change his business until middle age, and this old boy has lived with his grandfather since he was a child, which can be said to be the true inheritance of the old man. Even Qin Lang's three-legged cat skills were still learned from the fat man, and now that he has made a move, it will be easier.

He simply walked out of the kitchen and let the fat man and the bald man mess around, and began to ask about what had happened these days. At present, his memory is still in the picture of Feng Xiaoxiao and Wang Xinnan being injured and preparing to fight to the death, and he can't remember anything after that. He didn't even have any impression of how he was injured.

I vaguely remember that I was full of strength......! That's it.

"That day ......"

No normal person will ever be willing to uncover the scars, but Wang Xinnan has to do this, because the man in front of him has the right to know the origin of these scars.