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Yes! Pain, Meng Wenmeng, his hands were naturally withdrawn, his little hands were put into the liquid medicine and he didn't feel anything, everything was still, his eyes looked at the lower body standing up, a little disproportionate "little lollipop gum" was stupid, his brain was blank, the dream shadow stopped playing, and it crashed.

The middle-aged man pulled out a thin needle like lightning and looked up at the boy in a daze, seeing that his eyes opened and looked down at the little lollipop gum under him and did not move, knowing that this little calf was a little frightened just now, he thought that it should be okay, turned his head, inserted the thin needle in his hand into the needle bag, rolled up the needle bag one by one and put it into the small box.

Meng Wen was still in a daze at this time, and the middle-aged man pulled out the needle, but he didn't feel any pain, the needle was too thin. "Little Lollipop Gum"? Tiny legs? Small lower body? Liquid? Wooden tubs? The thought in Meng Wen's mind flashed and was clouded again! Slowly raise your head and look at the black earth ahead? Pieces of old plank walls? Looking to the left, the old wooden wall? Paper lattice windows? Broken wooden doors? Charcoal brazier? Dead eyes straight. Looking right at a person? Straight eyes to death.

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at the boy, looked at the boy and smiled slightly and said: Screwdriver, it's okay, I'll call Er Fat to come over and change the water for you in a while, bring the clothes and then you rush and put them on to my house. After speaking, he raised his hand and touched the top of Meng Wen's head, put it on the top of Meng Wen's head, shook it, stood up, took the small box and left.

Meng Wen naturally turned his head to look at the voice: Suede hat? Big pigtails under a hat? Suede jacket? Middle-aged people in their thirties and forties? Screwdriver? Two fat? Go to my house? Full of Northeast accents, Meng Wen was like a baby watching a movie, and the incomprehensible pictures and voices flashed in his mind were stunned again. The middle-aged man walked out, and Meng Wen followed his eyes until he couldn't see the back eye into the old wooden wall.

The cold wind blew in from the door on the left, Meng Wen quickly turned his head and looked back at most of the door cracks, and the middle-aged man had a big braid under the hat behind his head in the background? The snow gate is closed and quiet, Leng, what is this? Big braids? Ponytail? Big ponytail in the Qing Dynasty? My body? Thinking about it, he immediately retracted his gaze and looked at himself, this small body was dumbfounded.

Yes! Is this me? So small? Meng Wen looked up and down, left and right, stretched out his hands and touched his face, so small? So small? I'm only about fourteen or fifteen years old, is this still me? While thinking about it, you run your hands around with your hair and pull out your forehead, and you have a small braid on the back of your head? Flute, ponytail? Stay any longer, look stupid everywhere, think about it and stand up in the wooden trough again, the small steel cannon front finger double bullet has been erected, and then look left and right in the wooden trough with the small short cannon obliquely pointed in front of the body, this wooden room is enough to stop.

The sound of the water was quiet, Meng Wen stood in the wooden trough and stopped, stupid, anxious and confused? What's going on? Where is this? Is this still a dream? Reaching out to his arm to pinch it, it hurts, and then it's not a dream, scared and haunted? There are ghosts, there are ghosts, ghosts? Wait, ghosts? Rejuvenation? Two words flashed through my brain, stop, stop.

Did I come back to my dream? This is rejuvenation! I'm not dead, am I not testing? Rejuvenation? Possessed? I'm possessed by a dream! Attached to a fourteen or fifteen-year-old kid? So young, so young, is this boy dead? Who is this boy? Where am I? That's that? Am I dead? Crossed? Like the Internet said to have crossed over? Where did I travel to? Braids, big braids of the Qing Dynasty, have I traveled to the Qing Dynasty? It's messy, it's all messy, Meng Wen flashed his eyes while thinking.

In the past, I have heard that there are people who return to the soul into the body, people live again after death, and their own souls enter their own bodies, which are all nonsense, and the crossing is also, it is not true, dreaming of possession? Dream possession? I crossed during the test.,I've never heard of this.,It's crossed.,What about the memory of this body? Now this body only has my memory, without this boy's, is this boy dead? Meng Wen was confused, eating and deflated, thinking wildly, and repeating the problems he had thought about without a solution! I don't have a solution.

Meng Wen slowly calmed down, couldn't figure it out and paused, got into the tip of the horns, there was no way out, he didn't want to think about it, quiet, he slowly looked at his current small body, it was quite strong, it was very delicate, it was a little smaller, the small steel cannon was thick and big enough, it had been supporting the oblique finger forward, it was majestic and majestic enough, he dialed the flute, the elasticity was good, there was no change and no solution. Then slowly squatted down and sat down into the wooden basin, this wooden basin is rectangular, like a shallow wooden trough, this potion is a little dark brown, the smell of medicine is so big, I seem to have a little grass root taste in my mouth.

Meng Wen was thinking that the broken wooden door was opened, a gust of cold wind blew in, he looked at the door, a fatter little chubby boy with a bare forehead and hair on top walked in, also a child of about thirteen or fourteen years old, the little face was very cute and a bit like a small landlord, he also walked in with two old iron buckets in his hands, one of the iron barrels was still emitting a faint pale white mist, and it kept rising into drifting without a trace.

At this time, the boy put the two iron buckets on the edge of the wooden trough, looked up at Meng Wen and smiled and said, "Brother Meng, are you awake?" You wait to cover up and close the door," said quickly turned around and closed the door, and also had pigtails? It's cold if you don't close the door, the cold wind blows directly into the quack cold, and Meng Wen is still naked! However, there was a charcoal brazier burning, and the liquid was hot, so that he would not catch a cold.

Brother Meng? This little fat man calls me Brother Meng? Why did I become a dream brother? Yes, I'm not big now, I'm not the old man who didn't do a few things! This boy may be second fat, right? All the foreheads are exposed, the hair is pulled back, and the pigtails are combed? Then this is the Qing Dynasty, it must be, I am sure, this must be the Qing Dynasty, this dynasty is not very good, it is so chaotic, the wild boars and white pigs of the eight countries are running and biting, and they have signed so many unreasonable treaties, this is not a dream, right? Traveled to the Qing Dynasty! According to the current situation, Meng Wen was thinking and guessing, and at the same time straightening out, he really wanted to enter the state as soon as possible.

After the second fat came back from closing the door, he squatted in the middle of the two iron buckets, first in an iron bucket, took out a half-gourd scoop, and then scooped up the hot water from another hot water bucket, looked up and said to Meng Wen: "Brother Meng, you squat this quack, cover up the water for you," After speaking, he stretched the half-gourd scoop to the top of Meng Wen's head, Meng Wen lowered his head and squatted forward, and the two cooperated, and Meng Wen also rinsed up.

This little braid is not easy to wash! It's not too long to break up, and he needs to stand up and rush at Meng Wen, but he doesn't dare, the little short cannon is still standing, why get up! He separated his hands to block his long hair and glanced at Erfat, and immediately lowered his head and pulled his hair back, and he didn't have a solution, he didn't move, I didn't stop, I didn't move.

Seeing that he glanced at him, the second fat lowered his head and didn't move, and asked, "What's wrong with Brother Meng?" Don't rush anymore? Meng Wen squatted and turned around in a hurry and said: Give me a few more scoops, and then help me wipe my back......

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