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"Don't borrow!" As soon as the old man heard Shen Miao's request, he categorically refused, "He apologized, and you completely believed it?" Have you forgotten that he chokes you by the neck as soon as he wakes up? ”

"Of course I won't believe it completely, but since he admitted his mistake and apologized with a good attitude, I can't let him freeze overnight because he pinched his neck, so that the fever that finally went away will recur." Shen Miao explained.

The old man snorted coldly: "What if his apology is fake?" ”

Shen Miao frowned when she heard this: "Why do you have to think so badly of that person?" Do you know him? ”

The old man stared at Shen Miao and did not answer immediately. He does know Yang Xingfeng, otherwise he wouldn't have been targeting this person, he also knows Liu Nianlang, and he also knows the matter of the two. But Liu Nianlang kept claiming that his name was Shen Miao, and said that he didn't know Yang Xingfeng, which made the old man dare not admit that he knew Yang Xingfeng, nor did he dare to tell this person named Shen Miao that the person he rescued was Yang Xingfeng.

Shen Miao didn't know anyone anymore, he wouldn't unilaterally believe him alone, and after learning Yang Xingfeng's identity, he would inevitably go to Yang Xingfeng to prove it, so he couldn't explain to Yang Xingfeng why he knew his identity.

The old man had no choice but to sneer and say, "I don't know him, but I have eaten more salt than you have ever eaten, and I see people much deeper than you." ”

"I admit that older people do have deep experience, but the criteria for judging people are just that, first look at the appearance and expression, then look at the words and deeds, and finally get along, and see the hearts of the people over time. But your judgment of him bypassed many steps and directly came to an answer that requires a long time to know, and I don't agree. Shen Miao retorted.

The old man then sneered: "In this case, whatever you want." Then he raised his chin and gestured to the four-walled room, "I'm so big, everything is here, and there is no quilt you want to pick." ”

Shen Miao was stunned for a moment, so she came over to borrow a quilt but forgot that the old man's family was very poor, and he usually slept in the dry grass pile in the corner, and he still slept with his clothes together, and there was no quilt. He scratched his head with a headache: "What can I do?" Do you sleep together like last night? ”

Shen Miao was embarrassed, the person didn't wake up and slept for a while, anyway, the other party didn't know, now that he woke up and slept together, even if the person had no opinion, he felt weird, after all, the relationship was not good enough to be honest with each other.

The old man kept staring at Shen Miao, and when he saw this, he suddenly spoke: "There is no quilt, the withered grass can evenly balance you a little, but ......" He deliberately paused.

Shen Miao hurriedly asked, "But what?" ”

"The dry grass can't be used as a quilt directly, you have to rub it, I don't have the time to do it, you rub it yourself." Old man said.

Shen Miao glanced at the withered grass and asked cautiously, "I can't, can you teach me?" ”

"Yes, just teach it once, forget if you can't learn it."

"Okay." Shen Miao hurriedly agreed.

The old man took some dead grass, sorted it out, kneaded it into a rope shape, and picked out four strong ones, two in a group, one on the other, and tied the straw rope: "It's so fixed, you can weave as long as you want, you can rub as many ropes as you want, will you?" ”

"Yes." Shen Miao nodded, the principle seemed quite simple.

It takes a lot of strength to rub the grass into a rope, otherwise it will fall apart, especially the grass provided by the old man is not all straw of similar length, and some weeds, if you don't rub it well, the quilt will continue to fall off the grass as soon as you grab it.

Shen Miao had no choice but to rub hard, but his hands were worn out before, and later when he made his head, he was burned again, and it hurt his heart when he rubbed it. After gritting his teeth and sticking to rub more than a dozen roots, there was a problem, and the skin and flesh on his hands were blurred, and a lot of blood was faintly oozing.

The old man frowned, took Shen Miao's hand and checked: "What's the matter?" ”

Shen Miao smiled embarrassedly: "I haven't done crop work, it's worn out." ”

"How did it grind like this?" The old man obviously didn't believe it.

Shen Miao had no choice but to explain: "I was accidentally burned." ”

"Huh! It's hard to protect yourself, and you still think about others. The old man sneered and took out a porcelain bottle from his arms: "Spread your hands." ”

"Oh......" Shen Miao thought that it should be medicine and obediently did it, and in the next second, the pain was overwhelming, and he screamed in pain.

"What's it called? It's just a little medicine, the worse the pain, the faster it will get better, don't you understand? The old man glanced at Shen Miao.

Shen Miao looked at the old man with a distorted face, it was too painful.

"I can't stand such a little flesh pain, how will I live in the future?" The old man glanced at him disdainfully, ignored Shen Miao anymore, sat down and helped rub the remaining straw rope well, and spread it again.

Shen Miao endured the pain and looked at the old man making a straw shop, and said in his heart This old man is really, obviously he is kind, so he has to say it in such a poisonous tone. Thinking about it, the pain in his hands basically disappeared, replaced by an extremely cool feeling, he vaguely recalled the martial arts novels he had read, as if when talking about healing medicine, he said that the cooler the medicine, the better, then the medicine in his hand should be very good.

The old man didn't give any explanation about the medicine, only calculated that Shen Miao's pain should be over, and said, "Move back by yourself." ”

Shen Miao hurriedly thanked him, happily stretched out his hand to move, before leaving, the old man seemed to remember what stopped him, and asked, "Where are you going to sleep at night?" ”

Shen Miao hadn't thought about it yet, but only roughly imagined that if there was really no place, he would go with the horse to squeeze for a night, which would be warm and safe.

Seeing that Shen Miao didn't answer, the old man said, "If you have no place to sleep, come and sleep with me." He pointed to the roof, "There is a place on the top that is usually used to pile firewood and grass, and you can sleep after a little tidying up." ”

Shen Miao followed the old man's hope, he remembered that the roof was triangular, but now the ceiling was flat, and there should indeed be a small space on it, which was much better than sleeping with a horse, Shen Miao was a little moved, but remembered that when he saw the old man one day, the old man didn't seem to like being in the same room with people, so he politely declined the old man's kindness and went back with the straw mat.

The old man's gaze at Shen Miao became obscure again.

When she got home, Shen Miao found that the bowl of porridge was empty.

Yang Xingfeng took advantage of the time when Shen Miao left, reluctantly got up and checked the residence, and was frustrated to find that this place was really broken and could not be broken again, except for this bowl of porridge, there was nothing else to fill his stomach, so he had to eat it. After eating, he also checked his condition, there were many scars all over his body, and there was no medicine to treat them, so there was a great possibility of scars, which made Yang Xingfeng very angry. Later, he found that he was dressed in rags, had no shoes, and the only shirt he was wearing that looked like a piece of cloth didn't seem to be his, Yang Xingfeng was extremely angry, and he couldn't stop cursing Liu Nianlang in his heart.

Scolding and scolding, Yang Xingfeng was tired, after all, he was seriously injured, although he woke up, it was still not good, so he had to go back to the bed and shrink.

Seeing this, Shen Miao hurriedly spread the grass to Yang Xingfeng and covered it: "There is no quilt here, I can only cover this, let's go down first!" ”

Yang Xingfeng briefly thanked him, then closed his eyes and fell asleep, and secretly decided in his heart that the sins he suffered today would be returned to Liu Nianlang in the future.

Shen Miao couldn't see through Yang Xingfeng's thoughts on the surface, so he kindly stopped him and asked him to drink dendrobium water.

Yang Xingfeng saw that it was a medicine that would help him recover, so he sat up obediently and drank it before falling asleep.

Shen Miao packed up the dishes and chopsticks and went out to clean, deliberately stayed outside for a while before entering the house, and after confirming that Yang Xingfeng was asleep, he lit a charcoal fire, closed the door slightly and left.

Ma was already resting outside, looking at the two pots of dendrobium extremely conscientiously, and surround them around him, sensing Shen Miao's coming, he immediately raised his head and glanced at Shen Miao strangely.

Shen Miao smiled and said: "Your master is awake, I can't sleep with him, I'll squeeze with you tonight, don't dislike it, right?" ”

The horse shook his head, indicating that he did not dislike it, and generously lay on his side, exposing his belly to let Shen Miao sleep, Shen Miao happily slept next to the horse, because he was too tired, he immediately fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Shen Miao woke up to the sound of the horse's restless nose, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Yang Xingfeng staring at him with a piece of wood, with an unknown meaning in his eyes, Shen Miao rubbed his eyes and scratched his head, and asked strangely: "What's wrong?" Do I have anything on my face? ”

Yang Xingfeng's eyes immediately returned to normal, and he said lightly: "It's dawn, how should breakfast be?" ”

"It's so late?" Shen Miao hurriedly got up.