When Xingzhen returned, he went to the creek and touched two fish. The stream was low and it was dark and I couldn't reach my eyes, and I only touched two palm-sized small fish after a long day's hard work.

I went back to the hut and cooked a large pot of fish soup, and the fresh fish tasted delicious. The staple food comes in two colors, white and yellow. The white ones are the two leftover buns in the morning, and the yellow ones are the two wowotou.

The young man in white was not seriously injured, and did not hurt his internal organs and bones. Helplessly, his temper was unbearable, and he was still fed and fed by the wooden boy.

Halfway through eating, the young man in white pursed his mouth and refused to open his mouth. His head shook like a rattle, and no matter how much he tried to persuade him, he just wouldn't speak.

Xing Zhen was helpless: "If you can't eat enough buns, you need to eat and sleep more so that your body can recover as soon as possible." ”

The young man in white: "Eat and sleep more, you use me as a pig?"

Xing Zhen blurted out: "Pigs don't have as fine skin and tender meat as you." ”

The young man in white grinded his teeth: "You gave me all the buns and fish, what do you eat? I have already seen it during the day, and you have no other food at home." ”

Xing Zhen disagreed: "Wowotou is very delicious, and the two of them can eat to their heart's content." There are also pickles and fish soup, which are good to eat and drink. ”

The young man in white was overshadowed: "I have money, tomorrow you go buy some rice and noodles and come back." There are also vegetables, I can't just eat fish and not vegetables. ”

Xing Zhen resolutely objected: "No, you are injured because of you, how can you ask for your silver." There are a lot of wild vegetables on the mountain, I will pick them tomorrow, and you can recuperate with peace of mind. ”

The young man was not convinced: "You are also injured, and you can't keep running." What's more, I don't mean to help you, but I like to speak out. ”

Xing Zhen insisted: "If you help, you will help, no matter what the reason." You've helped me after all, and you've been hurt by me after all. "

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"I think it's right, and I should stick to it. ”

"Phew, a stubborn donkey. Well, I'll buy the red stone from the outside of your hut. That kind of stone is very valuable, and I have a lot of use. Sell it to me for a price. ”

Xing Zhen's eyes widened: "Can you walk on the ground?"

The young man in white rolled his eyes: "Of course you can, my injuries are not as serious as you think, but the toxin can't be removed." ”

"Oh, that's it, I have a lot of red stones, as long as you eat with peace of mind, I'll take you to get it when your injuries are healed. ”

"How much money, I can't ask you to help in vain. ”

"The things on the mountain are not my own, and I don't want money. ”

"Silly and stubborn guy......"

"Hehe, let's eat honestly. ”

"You, you, you. You're too overbearing. ”

Xing Zhen's hands were quick, and he quickly stuffed the meat bun into his mouth while the young man in white was speaking. The latter is at a loss for words.

In the small thatched hut in the back mountain, in the dim candlelight, Xing Zhen was reading books under the oil lamp, devoting himself wholeheartedly, as if he was alone.

The young man in white lay on the bed, bored: "The punishment is true, the punishment of punishment, the truth is true." Interesting guy. ”

"Hey, Xingzhen, what are you reading?"

"Hey, hey, hey, you're deaf, the punishment is true, the punishment is true!"

The young man raised his head slowly: "What are you doing so loudly, I can hear it." How do you know my name is Xingzhen?"

The young man in white said: "The famous orphan in the town lives alone next to the strange lightning strike wood in the back mountain. It's hard to know. ”

The young man said "oh": "I see, what's your name?"

"Listen, my name is Xi Ruobei!"

The young man scratched his head: "Xiruobei?strange name, how to explain it." The southeast, the northwest, the west, the weakness, the wind, the back-to-back?"

The young man in white said angrily: "Nonsense, the sun is setting." The mulberry has not fallen, and its Ye Woruo's if. Bayeux beside the shell of the scriptures. ”

"Oh, that's a good explanation, it's kind of interesting. ”

"Phew, I want you to comment on my name, as long as I like it. ”

"You talk like a girl, not masculine at all. ”

"You want to care, where are you sleeping tonight?"

"I just sit here and read, and when I'm sleepy, I squint for a while. ”

"Then what's going on, I won't be able to hold on. ”

"Why don't we sleep in the same bed, the cot is a bit small. It's going to be crowded. ”

"Die, die, die, you go outside and stay. ”

"This is my family's ......"

"Die. ”

Mu Ne's young man Xing Zhenzhang couldn't touch his head, and he was scolded a little aggrieved for no reason. However, Xing Zhen was good at observing facial expressions, and knew that Xi Ruobei was not really angry, so he didn't take it to heart.

Still don't forget to say, "I'm helping you clean your wounds, it will get better sooner." ”

Xi Ruobei's head shook like a rattle, and she didn't need to live or die. Xing Zhen had no choice but to give up, and the long night was long and silent, and the two of them were speechless.

In the dim light, Xi Ruobei struggled to get up and covered Xing Zhen with a thin layer of clothes.

In the early morning, Xi Ruobei slowly opened her girl-like narrow eyes, looked left and right, and didn't find the person she wanted to see. I saw hot buns and rice porridge on the table.

Xi Ruobei's voice was sharp and penetrating, and a scream broke the morning silence in the back mountain.

"Xingzhen, where are you?"

The echo was still there, and the wooden boy appeared in front of Xi Ruobei's eyes. "Shouting that I'm in trouble?"

The latter looked at it, and Xing Zhen's already dark little face was now like a black charcoal, only a pair of clear eyes, like the twinkling stars in the dark night.

"What are you doing, making yourself like black charcoal. ”

Xing Zhen replied: "I was decocting medicines, and the master of the pharmacy told me that the effect of using herbs after decoction is better. “

When Xi Ruobei heard this, her voice suddenly lowered, and she seemed to mumble to herself: "You have a little conscience, I didn't see you have any other herbs yesterday?

Xing Zhen: "Well, I just went out to buy it." ”

Xi Ruobei suddenly remembered something, and suddenly wanted to get up. Painful from pulling the wound, he lay back in a daze.

A look of horror: "Don't you have no money?" Say, where did you get the money, is it, is it rummaging on me?"

Xing Zhen's tone was firm and unquestionable: "No, I went to the blacksmith shop to pay a month's salary in advance. It can be deducted next month, or you can go up the mountain to collect stones. Don't worry, I won't use your money. ”

The young man was really angry this time, and he wouldn't leave the room. After a while, he brought the decoction with a straight face.

Placed on the table, his voice stiffened and slowly spoke: "Breakfast and decoction are here, you can eat it yourself." ”

Xi Ruobei's tears swirled in her eyes, and she looked like she wanted to cry.

Weakly asked, "Are you really angry?"

Xing Zhen's words were firm and sonorous: "Although I am poor, I will not steal or rob." All my harvest is all earned by labor, and I have never gained something for nothing. You can laugh at me for being poor, but you can't despise me and look down on me?"

Xi Ruobei hurriedly explained: "You really misunderstood, I didn't mean that you stole my silver." I have a cleanliness habit and don't like people to touch me, I was in a hurry to talk without thinking just now, don't be angry, okay?"

As she spoke, Xi Ruobei's tears were very uncompetitive and rolled down on their own. The beautiful face was suddenly hung with two shallow marks.

Xing Zhen scratched his head: "You didn't lie to me, did you?"

Xi Ruo choked and sobbed intermittently: "Do you see ~ I~ like I lied to you." ”

Xing Zhen smirked: "No, I misunderstood you." How can you cry like a girl!"

"Also, your outspoken character must be changed, otherwise it will be easy to offend people. ”

Xi Ruobei didn't listen to this mess at all, and confirmed it: "You're really not angry?"

Xing Zhen: "Don't be angry, hehe." ”

Xi Ruobei burst into tears and laughed, and the two teenagers reconciled as before.

Shu Xiaoyu entered the Lan family for the second time, and she was indeed much more polite than before. It's just that when Granny Lan looked at the woman in colorful clothes, her eyes were still full of hostility.

Lan Lingyang's parents have always been dissatisfied with their father Lan Youwei. On weekdays, he was close to his mother Granny Lan, but now he is also on the same front with Granny Lan, and Shu Xiaoyu is not pleasing to the eye.

Lan's mother is better, and she has to take care of her son's future life. It is very good to hide his dissatisfaction in the bottom of his heart, but the meals he sends to Shu Xiaoyu often make some small actions secretly. Either add more salt or no salt, or let some saliva mix into the meal.

These little tricks naturally can't hide from Shu Xiaoyu, what the meals sent into the room every day are like when they come and what they are when they are gone.

Father Lan is not as delicate as a woman, hate is hate, and he will not hide it if he goes straight. Therefore, when facing Shu Xiaoyu, he kept his face cold.

Shu Xiaoyu is a cultivator, too lazy to worry about the mundane. It doesn't matter if you laugh at it. However, every time Father Lan saw Shu Xiaoyu's actions, this divine cultivator wanted to bite her tongue and commit suicide.

Every time in front of Shu Xiaoyu, Father Lan either picks his feet or picks his nose. What's even more infuriating is that after finishing the action, I grabbed the steamed bun directly without washing my hands and started eating.

Eating on the mouth, and not idle below, the fart is like thunder and deafening. It's really going to be as vulgar as it gets. Among them, there are many Lan Father Flower Intestines, who can't do it in the opposite direction, and if you can't like it, you will hate it, in short, it will leave enough weight in Shu Xiaoyu's heart.

The woman in colorful clothes kept cursing in her heart: "If there is a father, there must be a son, and there is no good thing in the whole family." ”

The dignified cultivator was molested by a mortal, Shu Xiaoyu couldn't kill him directly, but he could do some tricks to torture him.

Since then, the Lan family has lived a sleepless life, and often hears the sound of women crying in the yard in the middle of the night.

I came out to look for nothing, and when I went back and just fell asleep, a woman choked and cried again in the courtyard.

Not only that, but it was easy for Father Lan to get up at night. Every time I walk into the courtyard, I feel someone blowing cold air behind my neck. Looking back, like the sound of crying, I always found nothing. Turn around and continue walking, your neck continuing to flutter.

Granny Lan is an elderly woman, and her sleep quality at night is not good. was tossed like this, his eyes were full of red bloodshot all day, his eyes were black and his spirit was low.

It's like losing your soul and doing things absent-mindedly. As a result, there was an accident, and when cooking, I accidentally put my veteran hand into the oil pan and fried it for a while.

No one knows what it tastes like, but Granny Lan's hand is wasted.

Shu Xiaoyu's claws are widely implicated, except for the child Lan Lingyang, the rest of the Lan family members have been tortured a lot.

The thatched house in the countryside is a pit in the ground, and two fast planks are placed on it. The surroundings are shaded by dense tree branches.

Lan Mu weighed averagely, but said that she accidentally stepped on the wooden plank, and the whole person fell into the pit and fluttered for a long time. No one knows how much she ate, and for seven days after that, Lan Mu only drank water and did not eat, and the whole person lost weight.

The most miserable is Lan Youwei, the oldest in the Lan family. All is not going well. In the autumn, the harvest was bitten by a snake, and when I went out, I couldn't help but be chased by a mad dog, and I choked on cold water and almost passed out.

At the end of the day, I didn't do much work in the fields, and I didn't suffer less sin for no reason. I was dazed and remembered that it was the dead of night when I got home.

On the road, it was like encountering a ghost hitting the wall, and I couldn't find my way home after going around and around. The next morning, I didn't know how to get home.

One eye is black, and what he sees in front of him is also black and loses light. One eye was blood-red, and he could only see the abbot in front of him. The whole person seems to be 20 years old overnight. Trembling, his life is not long in coming.