If you only had the last two days left, how would you live?

Fang Rong chose to satisfy Fang Hua, live a small life, cook, wash clothes, build a house, watch the rain together, no matter what so-called business is, he doesn't go to treat people, he just enjoys this rare peace.

In fact, it is not as pessimistic as he thought, Li Wenyang and Bazaar are liked by someone after all, there is a stage behind them, even if they are caught and arrested, they will be locked up at most, and the only ones who are in trouble are him and Fang Hua.

Everyone left, left the military region, and was listed in the wanted notice by the military region, and once they were caught, they would be punished.

However, Fang Hua's force value is easy to leave if he wants to, and he is the only one who is a drag oil bottle.

It doesn't feel good to be a drag oil bottle.

In fact, he is not a drag oil bottle, if he is with other people, he is a representative of force, and when he is with Fang Hua, he becomes an oil bottle, who is so strong that Fang Hua is called, and the tasks they perform are so dangerous.

If you want to say that he has no regrets, Fang Rong even feels relaxed, there are always people who say that he has no ambitions, is timid and cowardly, has low self-esteem and is incompetent, and will only think about himself.

But now he is proving that he is not with practical actions, and he is even doing something that others dare not even think about, and it is very meaningful, that is to save a world, who would have thought?

Even Li Wenyang admired him, although Li Wenyang felt that it was inappropriate, but he had never tried it, because he felt that it was impossible not to try.

Bazaar wanted to do it, but he couldn't do it, only he took action.

It's still very proud to think about it.

Fang Rong held a pot of milk tea, poured himself a cup, Fang Hua had a cup, Fang Hua sat opposite him, the two of them pressed the house against the river, opened the window and saw it.

Because of the reason for being able to connect with the Internet, their home is becoming more and more like a home, with windows and windows, TV and TV, as well as sofas, and kitchen utensils, which are as Fang Rong thought, just like the old man's kitchen, oven, wok, pan, and all kinds of tools.

There is also electricity in the house, which was built by the two of them, and it took a lot of effort, and when they have time, they will hold the paint and brush the wall, and the wallpaper will be pasted.

The decoration is all on their own, according to Fang Rong's intentions, the huge glass also came in handy, made into the top two floors of the skylight, people lying on the bed and open the window to see the outside, feel the breeze blowing, in fact, the cold wind, blowing howling, freezing to death.

Fortunately, you can see it even if you don't open it, but there are always boring birds or something staying on it, and it's normal to pull a Xiang pee.

So you have to clean it up from time to time, otherwise when you look at the scenery, you suddenly see a black spot, and when you think about what it is, you suddenly feel completely lost.

This job is usually done by Fang Hua, every day when he gets up, he sees Fang Hua squatting on it with his bare buttocks, wiping with a rag with his bare feet, Fang Rong pretended to be asleep, and peeked up from a young age.

Of course, people are ugly from this angle, but Fang Hua has no defense against him at all, the back door is wide open, and the spring between his legs is leaking, but unfortunately he can't see it.

Fang Hua is like this every time, deliberately seducing him, and not giving him it, this kid is usually obedient to him, but this one is unwilling, and I don't know why?

Fang Rong knocked on the table and added milk to Fang Hua, Fang Hua likes this sweet thing the most, buy it first.

"Fang Hua." He asked with a straight face, "Why don't you give it to me?" ”

Fang Hua's expression was stunned, "I can't tell you." ”

"Damn, it's still a secret." Fang Rong pulled the milk tea in his hand and threatened, "Say it or not?" ”

Fang Hua blinked innocently, "Everyone said that it was easy to get sick if you did the one above." ”

Fang Rong was stunned, it turned out to be like this.

However, this is unscientific, and only if you don't pay attention to hygiene and polysexual relations, you will get sick.

"If we are not sick ourselves, and the protective measures are good, we generally don't get sick." Fang Rong smiled sneeringly, "So let me do it again." ”

"Don't." Fang Hua's expression was disgusted, "You can't beat me." ”

"Give me a show, what does it have to do with strength." Fang Rong made persistent efforts, "I have good skills, I will definitely make you comfortable." ”

"Don't." (")," will be tired of Fang Rong. ”

"Not tired, not tired."

"I'm not tired, and I won't give it to you." (﹁”﹁)。

"Why?"

"I don't know." Fang Hua replied as a matter of course.

（ー△ー； "Since you can't tell why, give me a look." ”

"Don't." Fang Hua insisted.

At this time, it was his last defense, and he didn't let go.

It's strange, this kid also knows the festival?

No matter what, Fang Hua just didn't give it, Fang Rong was useless if he wore out his mouth, he couldn't beat Fang Hua with a strong one, maybe he would be turned back by Fang Hua.

Fang Hua still looked innocent, "It's just the last two days, let's do something meaningful, okay?" ”

"What's meaningful?"

"I fish, you enjoy the scenery." Fang Hua took out his fishing rod from the closet, "Fishing is the most interesting job in the world. ”

"Really?" I forgot that Fang Hua is a cat, how can I fall in love with different races?

This guy can't wait to eat fish, eat fish, gnaw fish bones, drink fish soup, and kill him.

"Let's go." He had stretched out his rod and stabbed it straight out of the window.

There was a little rain outside, the road was wet, and the pond was at the door, because there were not many fish eaters, and the fish in the river were about to flood, because it was raining, and the water was stuffy, so they all swam to the surface of the water and breathed with their mouths exposed.

Fang Rong moved a rattan chair and followed him, Fang Hua went out with a bucket, fishing may really be his hobby, but the technique is too poor, so many fish are rushing to eat and are stunned not to hang one.

Either it was pulled too early or too late, and the cunning fish wrapped his line around the aquatic weeds, and the guy didn't feel it at all, and sat on the shore with his eyes open, staring at the surface of the water.

If the fish doesn't move, he won't move, and it's too late for the fish to float or anything.

Fang Rong shook his head, helpless against his stupidity.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Fang Rong was holding an umbrella, and the person was lying on the recliner, swaying and shaking, watching Fang Hua make a fool of himself.

The umbrella he played was a beach umbrella, a very big one, because Fang Hua was sitting too underneath, he couldn't cover it, he made a small umbrella himself.

I don't know if it's because the wind is too strong or what's going on, his umbrella is always like it can't be opened, shrunk into a bulge, and from time to time it is crooked by the wind as if it is about to fall into the water.

Fang Hua held the fishing rod in one hand and pulled the umbrella in the other, once the umbrella was outside, the wind outside blew inside, puffing up a big bud, he couldn't hold it with one hand, and was almost dragged into the water.

People have become soup chickens, and the water is paste.

Fang Hua was unwilling to give up the umbrella and the fishing rod, so he was entangled there, in a dilemma.

Fang Rong threw a chicken bone over, "What do you want it to do when the umbrella is broken like this?" ”

I have to say here that Fang Hua, a loser, can't play anything well, the umbrella was used by him after only two days of purchase, and the clothes and shoes are basically not good after just two days of purchase, and the bad ones that he wore can't be worn anymore.

Does this guy eat or wear, and use things so fiercely?

In fact, if you think about it, you can understand that Fang Hua doesn't love these things outside his body, he rejects them, he doesn't cherish them, he throws them wherever he goes, he steps on them when his clothes are long, and he steps on a hole in the muddy road, so it's no wonder.

Of course, it's been the last two days, Fang Rong didn't blame him, he just recalled the past, and there was a place to take a souvenir.

He opened the space and took out a bowl of salted peanuts from it, usually idle, he likes to ponder these small snacks, after all, the days in the forest are still very boring in general.

There are not only peanuts in the bowl, but also nuts such as chestnuts, he doesn't like to eat fried, he prefers boiled ones, they won't be so dry, Fang Hua likes it too, and the two of them are rarely interested in getting together.

Fang Rong peeled off a little bit and sent it into Fang Hua's mouth with his ability, he was already too lazy to the point where he didn't want to get up, after all, in the last two days, he wanted to be willful.

He didn't know if Fang Huayu had caught it, but he knew that he fell asleep while eating.

The autumn wind was cold, and there was no sun, Fang Rong lay in the rattan chair with his eyes closed, and instinctively hugged his arms.

Fang Hua saw it, and without hesitation, he dropped the fishing rod in his hand and ran over, turning into his original form to block the wind for Fang Rong.

The autumn wind is uncertain, coming from the east and going from the west from time to time, and he will change positions for a while, and he will change positions for a while and cannot settle down.

Because of boredom, this guy simply curled up the fishing rod with his tail and continued to hold it, but he still couldn't catch it, after all, fishing needs to be quiet and stable, and he changed his position, of course he couldn't catch it.

However, Fang Huaqi was relentless, tossing in different tricks, and even poked his head out to stare at the water when the rain and wind stopped, and suddenly flashed his paws to catch fish as soon as there was a movement.

This guy is energetic, and his tail is gently waging from side to side, like a puppy.

Fang Rong woke up and saw a soup chicken lying on the surface of the water, his butt facing the pond, his tail stirring in the water, squeezing his eyebrows and not knowing what bad thing he was doing?

"What are you doing?" He lifted the quilt on his body that he didn't know when, and his heart warmed.

Fang Hua's eyes lit up, and he immediately ran over, biting the bucket, and showed him today's results, there were two small fish with white bellies, only the size of a palm, and one of them had blood on his mouth, which should have been caught.

After a busy day's work, he got three fish, and he still had a very satisfied expression, and Fang Rong couldn't help but laugh at him.

"You're useless, aren't you?"

Fang Hua pouted and didn't speak, his tail flicked, and suddenly a large string of water beads covered Fang Rong's face.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about you." Fang Rong hurriedly changed the topic, "It's almost time to go back, I'll make you fish." ”

Fang Hua was satisfied.

In addition to cooking, Fang Rong felt the need to ask him other requirements, "Do you want anything else?" ”

Fang Hua shook his head, "As long as there is something meaningful." ”

"Hmm." Fang Rong knew that he wanted it again, and there was basically nothing else that was interesting to him except that matter.

"Today I promise you." Indulge yourself in the last two days, and satisfy Fang Hua, why not.

"Great." Fang Hua stopped and picked him up.

Fang Rong was taken aback, "Don't forget the rattan chair." ”

So Fang Hua changed to hugging Fang Rong with one hand, the posture was like holding a child, folding his legs, going around his knees, his buttocks exposed, and facing others.

This posture was used once by Fang Hua when Fang Rong was drunk, Fang Rong was unconscious at that time, so he didn't feel anything, but now he was awake, and his face instantly turned red.

Fang Hua didn't care, he held him with one hand, went home with a rattan chair in the other, threw Fang Rong on the bed, and then pressed it himself, stretched out his hands and hugged him tightly.

Hold him tightly.

Hug all the time, keep hugging, it seems that I want to hug for a lifetime.

"What are you doing?" Fang Rong finally couldn't help but ask.

"Do something meaningful?" Fang Hua looked dazed, "Isn't this something meaningful?" ”

“……”(=_=)

"What's wrong?" ⊙_⊙

"It's okay, you continue."

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