Chapter 207: Kowtow loudly

Around the building, the walls are ruined and the grass is overgrown.

Xiucai, who fell, slammed his chin on the ground, and he didn't feel pain at first, only to see a chubby centipede crawling slowly in front of him. If you look closely, you can see that there are countless tiny ants underneath the centipede, and it is they who carry the carcass of the centipede to the ant nest.

It doesn't hurt, it's a dream.

Maybe it's because of the long-term sleep-like death that caused Xiucai to be malnourished, so the blood that came out of his chin was purple, but the little bit of blood exuded an unpleasant smell. But Xiucai didn't feel depressed because of the bleeding, but a bright smile on his face. The smile was like an ugly but growing flower, blooming in this barren grass.

Luo Shi and her son avoided the place where Xiucai had trampled and chased downstairs. They were afraid that Xiucai, who was weak and couldn't help the wind, would fall to his death here. Luo Shi's feet couldn't stand as if they were stepping on cotton.

Unexpectedly, they just rushed to Xiucai, but when they saw Xiucai's withered smile, their hearts were cold. It's over, I'm afraid that this inky showman has broken his head, how can he laugh when he falls like this?

Xiucai's laughter was not because his head was broken, but because he was happy that he didn't feel pain after falling so hard. This proves even more that he was in a dream, and the scene just now was illusory, and when he woke up, he was still lying in his bed. He even imagined that the fall just now was just his real self rolling under the bed, nothing surprising, no big deal.

However, his smile was like a flash in the pan, and it wilted as soon as it bloomed.

Because, the pain that follows "swarms" like a stinging wasp. His knees, his arms, his ribs, were stung by the wasp and ached like fire. He wanted to reflexively get up and rub the sore spot, but his body couldn't move as if he was tied to the ground, and he was temporarily paralyzed.

Again, the first thing that came to his face was not pain, but sadness.

It's over, it's not a dream!

You don't feel pain in your dreams. And at the moment, the pain in the body is unbearable.

Luo Shi and her son saw Xiucai's expression change, their bodies began to writhe, and they hurriedly rushed up to help Xiucai up with one hand. Luo Shi helped Xiucai while patting the dust on his rotten clothes. Luo Shi's son waved his palm in front of his nose while holding Xiucai, driving away the unpleasant smell emanating from Xiucai's body.

Luo Shi and her son took Xiucai out of the barren grassland with half support and half resistance.

Xiucai's feet dragged on the ground, and he couldn't help but cry when the wild grass stopped tripping his feet. There weren't many cloudy tears, but they were dripping from his face intermittently but non-stop.

Xiucai, who was carried out, still did not give up, and insisted that Luo Shi and her son carry him to his original thatched hut to have a look. Luo Shi and her son had no choice but to obey and lead him to the collapsed thatched hut.

At this time, the sun is blazing. I don't know whose cow was lying there basking in the sun, and the cow's back rubbed hard against a section of the earthen wall that had not yet completely collapsed, so as to tickle it. His broken wooden bed had been next to the wall. What used to be his place of dreams is now the resting place of an old buffalo.

He still remembered that when he was a child and did not get admitted to Xiucai, there was often a buffalo tied to the wall. A brute farmer in the village bullied him for his useless study, and deliberately tied the buffalo to the wall separating his bed, so that he could hear the sound of the cow ruminating every night.

Now the cow was even more presumptuous, and actually took possession of the place where he slept. However, I don't know if this cow is still the original one, or whether it is the son or grandson of the cow.

At that time, he muttered that "Si is a bad room, but Wu Dexin" has no place to comfort himself. Xiucai's feet were soft and he wanted to kneel down, but unfortunately he was resisted by Luo Fu and the two of them, and he couldn't bend over. Xiucai's mouth was open, and he didn't know what to say, but he fainted.

Luo Fu was afraid that he would die again, so he hurriedly beckoned his son to carry him to his house together. Although Rashiki's son didn't like this slightly neurotic person, he believed his mother's words a little. The resurrected man did not recognize him as his own son, perhaps it was just a moment of insanity, like two unbelievable smiles upstairs and downstairs. In fact, Luo Shi's son is more hopeful, hoping that that person will be his father. Only in this way will no one point fingers and make irresponsible remarks in his career. Although he is two years older than his father in age, retelling the story from his mother's mouth may not add to his legendary experience? When an ancient man appears in an ancient book, it is always necessary to introduce his unusual way of birth. He, with such a legendary birth, is also a bargaining chip for a smooth career.

And all this only needs for the neurotic person to change his words, saying that he is his own son, and he had such an experience with his mother back then. Then, he doesn't care if this person is really his biological father.

Luo Shi didn't have time to think about what her son thought, so he hurriedly called a doctor to treat Xiucai. Then, she pushed away her subordinates and personally cooked soup and medicine for Xiucai, and sent tea and water. Luo Shi knew in his heart that it was not Xiucai who slept with her, but a cunning fox. But over the years, it was this poor talent who allowed her to spend countless sleepless nights. She imagined every day how nice it would be if the first night was poor Xiucai! She still remembers the poem, the poem "Summoning the South? There is a dead moose in the wild. She often silently recites beautiful poems in lonely nights, reminiscing about the moment when she collided with Xiucai.

Xiucai didn't care about Luo Fu's delicate thoughts, and the first thought when he opened his eyes was to leave here. Luo Shi's good persuasion did not work. At the moment when Xiucai got up, he collapsed and lay down, angry. Luo Shi had no choice but to comfort him while feeding him medicine.

When Luo Fu was feeding Xiucai medicine, Luo Shi's son pushed the door in, landed on his knees, and shouted crisply: "Dad! ”

This is something that neither Luo Shi nor Xiucai expected.

Luo Fu's son solemnly kowtowed a few times to Xiucai who was lying on the bed, and each kowtow was very loud.

Xiucai couldn't get up, so he only tilted his head to look at the man who called him "Dad" under the bed and was two years older than him.