Wang Bo was "frightened", threw away the snacks and melons and fruits in his hand, and hugged the little girl who was unsteady on her feet and was about to fall in his arms.

"What's wrong? Wang Bo looked at Zhang Jing in his arms anxiously, but saw the little girl grinning, her red face twisted into a ball, and she kept making a "hiss" sound, obviously she had been tricked.

"Maybe, maybe it's coming. Zhang Jing frowned and twisted her little face, obviously in pain.

"If you don't listen to the old man, you will definitely suffer from hunger and cold! How about it, has it come true? This place is not the playground of Lanhui No. 2 Middle School, can you run around?" Wang Bo "blamed" the little girl's recklessness, and looked around, and saw that there was a pebble slab the size of a board next to him, so he helped Zhang Jing, who was jumping and jumping, to move over. Wang Bo let go of Zhang Jing, took off the guitar case on his body and put it aside, and first laid a newspaper on the big stone before letting him sit down.

"Take off your shoes and socks, and I'll see your injuries. Wang Bo said to Zhang Jing.

The little girl then began to remove the red flat leather shoes and black socks on her right foot, and soon, a small and delicate, snow-white and delicate foot appeared in front of Wang Bo's eyes.

Wang Bo is a bit of a hand fetish, foot fetish, and ear fetish. The requirement for a girl to have a pair of slender and good-looking siblings is, to some extent, even more than the other party's appearance. For example, if a beautiful girl gives birth to a pair of ugly siblings, and a girl who is not so good looking but has a pair of good-looking hands and feet, he will choose the latter with almost no hesitation.

And in Wang Bo's heart, the definition of beauty. Hands, feet, including ears (not necessarily pretty, but certainly not too bad.) If you observe a girl and ask her to arrange an order of observing each other, it must be the hands, the feet (if you can observe them), and the ears, and finally. It will be the turn of the most conspicuous face and figure. First the part and then the whole, this is his principle of looking at girls. It can be regarded as one of his who is still unknown, an aesthetic "bad taste".

The foot that appeared in front of Wang Bo's eyes. Not big, not long, with a slightly higher arch that passes through a smooth curve to white and smooth. The instep of the foot with blue blood vessels under the skin is faintly visible. Five toes. Small and exquisite, well-proportioned and neatly arranged, arranged in order from tall to short, forming a regular underline, which reminds Wang Bo of the Russian matryoshka dolls he saw in order in the display case when he went to Moscow on a business trip in his previous life, or the sections of green onions and whites that vary in size but are neatly arranged.

White as snow, tender as frost. Coincidentally exquisite, in short. This is enough to match the Jiang Mei he has seen, Zeng Ping's feet, very pleasing to the eye.

Seeing that Brother Bo in front of him was stunned, staring at his feet without blinking, Zhang Jing's heart suddenly felt ashamed, and he subconsciously shrank his feet back.

"Brother Bo, you, are you still checking? I feel that it doesn't seem to hurt so much. The little girl blushed and asked in a low voice.

Wang Bo was awakened by the little girl's voice, his old face turned red, and he secretly scolded in his heart "old is not serious", pretended to cough, and calmed down, then reached out and grabbed the little girl's small "three-inch golden lotus" in his hand, pinched it in the east, touched it in the west, and asked the little girl how she felt while pinching and touching. The rest of the place was fine, until he pressed his thumb on the little girl's protruding ankle, that the little girl let out another "hiss" and cried out in pain.

"It seems that I really broke my foot. But it shouldn't be a big problem. Jingjing, you wait for me, there is a loose wine in the car that your Uncle Wang asked my second uncle to go to the "Longxing Distillery" in Hualongqiao two days ago to help him, and I forgot to take it out. I'm going to pick up some wine and use it to cool you down. That's better soon. Wang Bo said to Zhang Jing.

"Hmm!" Zhang Jing nodded, but her heart was relieved. Just now, she had been worried that if her foot was really seriously injured, today's picnic with Brother Bo would be ruined. This is something she doesn't want to see anyway.

Wang Bo took out a can of coconut milk from the plastic bag containing the snacks, pulled off the pull ring of the can, and let Zhang Jing, who was sitting on the stone slab, drink two sips, and then raised his head and poured the remaining coconut milk into his stomach.

"Jingjing, you just wait for me here, I'll pour the wine and come back soon. ”

"Go ahead, Brother Bo. I'll be waiting for you right here. Zhang Jing said.

Holding a coconut milk can in his mouth, Wang Bo turned into a gibbon, grabbed the pebbles protruding from the concrete slope, climbed up the embankment in twos and threes, returned to the van along the way, opened the back door, and poured half a jar of liquor into the coconut milk can from the white 20-liter plastic barrel. Wang Bo's stepfather, Wang Jichang, used to drink alcohol, and he used bottles of drinks to beat one or two catties on the store. Later, with the improvement of the economic conditions at home, I also changed the shotgun and directly used the 20-liter plastic barrel of vegetable oil in the previous home to go to the "Longxing Distillery" in Longqiao to wholesale, batch 20 liters at a time, and take it home to drink slowly.

Pour the wine, close the door, and return the way you came.

Wang Bo doesn't know whether he should massage his foot or not, because he in his previous life and so far in this life seem to have never broken his foot, and he has no experience in this area at all. The one that can be thought of is a cold compress. The best cold compress is, of course, to use ice to slow down blood circulation and avoid rupturing and bleeding causing swelling of the blood in the ankle to speed up the blood flow, which accumulates more and more in the affected area, resulting in more and more swelling. But Wang Bo doesn't have ice now, so he can only replace it with liquor with relatively high volatility.

Wang Bo poured a coconut milk can with a medium degree of 52 degrees of liquor on the ankle of Zhang Jing's right foot, which was obviously swollen. After a minute or two, he poured it down again, and repeated this three times, until Wang Bo touched Zhang Jing's ankle with his hand and found that the entire ankle was already cold.

"Quietly, shoes and socks will not be worn for the time being. It may be a little cold, but bear with me. Cooling should have some benefits for injuries such as swelling. Wang Bo said to Zhang Jing. Zhang Jing's shoes and socks were sealed in a grocery bag along with the unused alcohol, and packed them separately in a plastic bag.

"Hmm!" Zhang Jing nodded.

The road is not going on. Wang Bo looked at the "oasis" in the center of the river dam, about one hundred and fifty meters away from where he and Zhang Jing were standing, and after thinking about it, it shouldn't be a problem.

Putting two plastic bags containing food and newspapers, together with three plastic bags containing shoes, socks and alcohol, Zhang Jing carried them left and right, and hung the guitar in front of him, Wang Bo turned around, squatted, and said to Zhang Jing who was surprised behind him: "Jingjing, you can't use your foot hard today, I'll carry you." ”

"Brother Bo, I, I can walk through. My feet don't hurt anymore. Zhang Jing, who understood Wang Bo's thoughts, instinctively refused. Holding hands with Wang Bo, and even being hugged by him, as long as no one saw it, Zhang Jing felt nothing, but lying on Wang Bo's back and letting him carry himself, for a while, the little girl felt more embarrassed.

"What nonsense? Hurry up! Your brother Bo has never carried anyone else except for babies since he was a child, and there will be no store in this village! If you want me to carry it in the future, you won't have that chance!" Wang Bo knew that the little girl might be shy, so he deliberately made a joke.

Of course, Zhang Jing was willing to let Wang Bo carry her in her heart, so she only hesitated, then took a small step forward and gently leaned her small body up.

"Brother Bo, if you can't carry it, put me down and rest. On the way to walk, Zhang Jing, who was lying on Wang Bo's body, whispered to Wang Bo. Since she was carrying things in her hands, in order to maintain her balance, she had to lie on Wang Bo's back. At first, she was naturally a little uncomfortable, but slowly, similar to warm and sweet things began to sprout and grow in the little girl's heart, and she simply leaned on Wang Bo's body with peace of mind.

"You underestimate your brother Bo again, don't you? How heavy are you? How far is the grassy slope? Where is the need to rest at such a distance?!" Wang Bo replied, in a "contemptuous" tone.

"Aren't people worried that you're tired?" the little girl coquettishly.

"Then your worries are completely unnecessary. ”

"Brother Bo, you really can't listen to good words!" the little girl wrinkled her nose.

"Isn't what I'm saying the truth? Hey, quietly, how much do you weigh? Do you have seventy pounds? I feel like you're only fifty or sixty pounds at most!"

"That's weird!" the little girl wanted to slap the guy in front of her, but found that her hands were not empty, so she only said "angrily", "Brother Bo, people have told you many times, and they are not small anymore, of course, they are not light." Why do you always treat me like a child? Some people are so tall and some people are so ...... Is it so heavy?"

"Hehe, it turns out that our family is already a big girl, congratulations!"

“……”

The two of them chatted or bored little talk all the way, amused each other, and walked towards the sandbar in front of them without hurrying, but they were also leisurely.

However, this freedom, for Wang Bo, did not last long, and freedom became "uncomfortable". The elasticity and heat coming from the palm of his hand, the squeezing and pressing from his back with his pace, and even the cool touch and mint aroma brought to him by the occasional breeze on his face from Zhang Jing's hair, all of these have become the "source of confusion" that makes Wang Bo restless and cranky. Wang Bo knew very well that his "uncle" in his thirties would take a fifteen-year-old girl who was just beginning to fall in love as the object of imagination, which was both absurd and undesirable. However, he can control his hands and feet, but he cannot control his heartbeat, he can control his mouth, but he can't control the "whimsy" that occasionally jumps out of his mind, or even unbearable pictures; his behavior is noble, but his thoughts are often dirty!

"Little Japan's A.V, it's really damaging to people!" Wang Bo scolded secretly in his heart, and began to be greedy. He shook his head, removing a certain image that had just flashed in his mind. Then take a deep breath and put all your energy and energy on the task of walking now, and try not to think about it.

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PS: I think "The Vulgar" is not bad, so I recommend "The Vulgar" to your classmates and friends who like to read novels. If I can help "The Layman" recommend and advertise in other book friend groups, I will be even more grateful :) (To be continued.) )