Jiang Xiaohu was also stupid when she gave her a murderous face, no, it was not so much that she was stupid, but that she felt guilty and at a loss.

Although he didn't intend to peep at all, he actually formed such a fact as voyeurism, even if he closed his eyes at the critical moment.

Just as he was ashamed and hesitant, he heard a sharp stabbing sound, followed by a fog in front of him, and his eyes ached fiercely. It's as if there is chili water washing over the eyes, and tears are pouring out of the eyes.

Jiang Xiaohu screamed and squatted down covering his eyes. The short-haired girl who was the perpetrator quickly threw away the bottle in her hand and fled back to her partner.

"Let's go, Xiaoxue, let's go to the village quickly!" she pulled Yu Xuedao.

"So, what's wrong with that guy? You won't be poisoned, right? When you bought it, did you ask the store for instructions?" Yu Xue glanced at the hooligan's location uneasily.

"Oh, don't worry, it's okay, let's go, let's go!" Don't look back and meet two hooligans again, I only bought five bottles of ......," said the short-haired girl.

The two girls drifted away, and neither of them noticed that Jiang Xiaohu squatted down, fell to the ground without paying attention, and after tripping over the tree roots, he rolled down a few meters with a grunt.

Bang!

Jiang Xiaohu's head hit the stone, blood gushed out, and his head swelled and hurt.

All the blood flowed down the stones, staining the leaves, dead branches, and a painting covered in leaves.

In a daze, a gust of wind blew.

Bursts of floral fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, Jiang Xiaohu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling relaxed and happy, and the pain dissipated invisibly.

"Mom, it turns out that the air can be so fresh, as sweet as honey~" He was surprised.

When he opened his eyes, there were clouds and fog around him, he couldn't see clearly in the distance, and the flowers were red and willow green in the near places, and every breath he took was sweet.

Jiang Xiaohu was strolling around, extremely excited, was this a dream? He was very skeptical of its authenticity.

Seeing a glimmer of light floating and sinking in the clouds, like a fluttering firefly, he stretched out his hand to catch it, but the thing floated in the wind, and he retreated when he entered it, causing Jiang Xiaohu to itch and chase for a long time.

This picturesque scenery and red willow green place made Jiang Xiaohu forget his academic failures and forget the messy things at home, and he was in a good mood. He seemed to be a child, chasing and frolicking in the grass.

Tick-tock, something was dripping on his head, and when he looked up, it turned out to be dew dripping from the branches of an ancient tree.

The dew soaked the skin, which was very comfortable, and also swept away Jiang Xiaohu's depression.

What's even more amazing is that he found that the wound on his head was actually not bleeding or painful, and not only that, but on closer inspection, he also found that the wound had completely healed.

"It's amazing, am I dreaming?" Jiang Xiaohu's heart beat faster, thinking of the plot in the novel he usually saw, could it be that the novel came into reality?

Suddenly, a shout pierced the sky, breaking his good mood at the moment.

"Brother Huzi, your mother is fighting with someone on the ground! Your uncle's family is beating people~"

As soon as he heard this mushy voice, Jiang Xiaohu knew that it was his stupid treasure, and in this village, if he could think of him every time, it was estimated that there would be only one stupid treasure.

Jiang Xiaohu trembled in his heart when he heard this, and the fierce faces of the uncle's family came to his heart.

It was as if an electric wave flashed through his head, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was still lying at the foot of the mountain where he was threshing pigweed.

He hurriedly touched his forehead, no, there should be a wound, you see there is a pool of blood on the ground next to it!

This amount of bleeding made Jiang Xiaohu's heart beat suddenly, and he was afraid again and again.

He has had a problem since he was a child, and once there is a wound on his body that bleeds, it is not easy to stop.

Later, it was rumored in the village that leukemia was like this, but his parents were frightened, and he remembered that in the third grade that year, his father and mother begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother and borrow money to take him to the provincial capital for medical examination.

Fortunately, the provincial hospital did not give him a death sentence.

"It's not leukemia. The middle-aged doctor with glasses said to his parents.

Jiang Xiaohu remembered that his parents were relieved almost at the same time, but immediately his father asked nervously: "Then why can't I stop bleeding?"

"Platelets are decreasing for unknown reasons, so let's take a look. The doctor said.

Platelets, the whole family has memorized these words ever since.

What was shocking was that the forehead was actually intact, it was like a dream just now, and even Jiang Xiaohu began to doubt the existence of those two girls.

Jiang Xiaohu was completely confused, what the hell was going on?

On the hillside, a tall but slightly stupid figure rushed towards him desperately, it was a dumb treasure!

Jiang Xiaohu agreed, while bending down to pick up the fallen sickle, ready to meet it, but as soon as he lowered his head, his eyes saw a piece of paper under the leaves.

It was a painting, to be exact.

The painting was also stained red by his blood, but it was vaguely recognizable, and it was a landscape painting. On the palm-sized piece of torn paper, you can vaguely see the distant mountains and rivers, which is very meaningful.

It's just that the paper is crumpled, and it looks different from the current paper, more like straw paper.

He picked it up curiously, and it turned out to be a painting. Although Jiang Xiaohu didn't understand, he still seemed to like it very much. High and low near and far, ink landscapes, clouds and fog.

Looking at it, he was stunned, and his brain was excited, as if he had returned to the world just now.

But Dubao had already run to him and shook Jiang Xiaohu vigorously, and he was stunned again and returned to the real world.