"She said, Yakuro, my stomach hurts. In fact, I regretted it very much in my heart, she really really, her intestines were all remorseful."

Selling medicine Lang, selling medicine Lang, it was not dawn, and he went out of the alley. As soon as I walked to the bridge, there were many people on both sides of the bridge, all with smiles on their faces. Pick up the brass bell and shake it, clear your throat and sing.

The singing is:

My medicine is so good.

You can't go wrong with keeping it.

The quality of the herbs is high,

It doesn't take three stickers to get results.

The effect of the drug was smooth and the recovery was good.

Ten miles and eight towns are praised.

Take a walk, take a look,

Yaolang's stall can't be wrong,

Cold and flu belly cold,

All types of bruises,

There is also good medicine to beautify the face,

Stop and take a look.

Listen to my medicine Lang's thoughts.

When the medicine is used, there is less hatred,

You can't break it if you prepare it in advance.

Oh bad, it can't be bad!

……

The morning dew is dry, the butterflies are busy, and the streets and alleys are full of joy.

A soft ray of sunlight pierced through the heavy foliage. The mottled and broken shadow is reflected on the young man's warm and watery face.

A fragrant breeze blew through his nose, and his eyelashes moved. He opened a pair of Danfeng's eyes that were full of affection, and moved his slender and smooth hand down his forehead. When he saw the person clearly, the smile on the corner of his mouth instantly froze.

"What are you going to do!" The two thin lips opened lightly, and the eyebrows were twisted into a "Chuan" character.

His eyes sparkled as stars sank.

On the face of the white Shengxue, a layer of frost formed on the frozen people. The gaze that was as cold as a knife cut the body of the person in the future.

"Yes, of course...... Buy medicine," the crisp female voice sounded, and there was a little childishness in her tone.

She raised her fluffy head and pursed her tender cherry lips. His hands were crossed on his slender willow-like waist, and he glanced at him triumphantly, and his little tail was almost up to the sky.

"Sick," he snorted.

"You have medicine," she smiled like a peach and plum in March, and the branches bloomed.

He was slightly stunned for a moment, then his face was expressionless, and he regained his stagnant calm.

She suddenly poked her head out, and a pleasant fragrance hit her hair: "What? Allow you to sell medicine,"

"I'm not allowed to buy medicine!" Tongling's eyes widened and stared, and she had a reluctant expression.

Yao Lang didn't say a word, and directly ignored her.

"Oops~ Don't go, you wait for me,"

She carried the pink skirt and chased after her with great familiarity.

"It's not sold out yet! How can you call it a day! ”

"Prices are rising so fast, why aren't you diligent!"

"I'm telling you, you can't, three more days of fishing, two days of drying nets,"

"You're going to ...... like that"

"What will be?" He stopped abruptly, pursed his thin lips, and looked at her with great concentration.

She couldn't dodge for a while, and hit his hard chest directly: "How can you be like this, stop and don't say hello!" ”

Rubbing her tear-jagged head, she grumbled dissatisfiedly.

He raised his head, but saw him looking at himself, with affection like water and waves.

Isn't he, too, a little bit like me?

Thinking like this, she suddenly felt that her head didn't hurt anymore. The hard chest is actually a little soft.

Poof, she laughed.

"That, listen to me, if you don't save some money, how can you ...... ...... begging for a wife" she stomped her feet and crossed her heart one by one, and finally replaced the sentence "marry me".

She covered her face with her hands, but in fact, in her heart, she regretted it very much. Such a good opportunity, let it slip away for no reason, and my intestines are repentant.

After a moment of silence, she spoke: "Yao Lang, my stomach hurts,"

Actually, she wanted to say: Yaolang, I regret that my intestines hurt. However, when the words came to his lips, they became a sentence: Yao Lang, I have a stomachache.

She wanted him to understand, but she didn't want him to understand. I'm afraid that he won't respond, and I'm afraid that he will respond. The whole person was full of sorrow, and he was still entangled with thousands of green vines.

"Sick," he said.

"Take your medicine," he added.

Yao Lang didn't believe her words.

However, seeing her fidgeting, she was as sad as the autumn rain hitting the autumn lotus.

After all, Yao Lang's heart softened, and he spoke extravagantly to comfort her.

Obviously, the effect is a bit too good.

So the girl kicked her nose in the face.

Little liar, Yao Lang straightened his mind and reclassified her. Then he turned around and walked away without looking back.

"Well, wait a minute," she tugged at him.

Ahh

Yao Lang's robe bloomed in an instant.

Long strips of cloth, unobstructed, cracked below the ankles. Suddenly, his whole person, winter thunder shook, rain and snow.

The tiger's whiskers can't be touched, so don't poke the hornet's nest if it's okay.

She sneered and touched her nose in embarrassment.

But his mind turned on the other side: what should I do? What to do?

Will he think I'm too strong?

Will he laugh at me behind my back?

I am, how about sewing him up?

Or, buy another one?

She wanted to cry without tears, like a little chick who had lost shelter. Helplessly facing the sky, he sighed that life was so difficult.

Before she could come up with a two-four-six-eight, the medicine seller had already disappeared.

"Wait," she said, lifting her skirt and chasing after her until it was dark.

That night, she leaned against the door of Yaolang, under a hundred-year-old plane tree. I fanned it back and forth dozens of times.

"Tired...... Exhausted...... ......," she said weakly.

She couldn't run, she really couldn't run.

That kid's stamina is too good.

God knows, she chased him all over Lane 23 of Ten Miles, Eight Streets, and Twenty-Three Alleys under the eyes of others looking at idiots.

Why can't this person wait for her! She didn't mean it, how did she know that the strip of cloth was crisp like that!

Thinking of him, his face was gloomy and murderous. I can't hate, I crushed her bones and scattered ashes with thousands of knives, and I used the eighteen punishments of digging out her eyes and heart. Her whole body was trembling with fright.

Wronged, wronged, she is more wronged than that Dou E. This person refused to listen to her explanation.

Alas, she hung her head and sat down at the bottom of the tree. There was a sigh without a sound. I don't know how long it took, I drooped my eyelids and fell asleep.

When Yakuro came back with the box on her back, she was still leaning against the plane tree, staggering nonsense.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, he took out the copper key and opened the small wooden door. He knew, of course he knew. Borrowing her ten dog guts, she didn't dare to throw herself down.

However, he still opened his mouth to scold her as a "female hooligan".

Looking at her instantly collapsed little face and deflated bean sprouts body, he suddenly felt in a good mood.

Sure enough, it's all because of her, I owe myself. Therefore, if he retaliates, there will be no pressure.

Yao Lang thought about it again and again, but decided to go back to his room to rest first. After all, he has to go up the mountain to pick some fresh herbs.

He thought so, and he did.

With a snap, he slammed the door shut. The copper tiger head ring shook the ping-pong clang.

Coming from outside the door, a familiar female voice, her voice was like a bird, and her voice was aggrieved.

"Open the door, Yakuro,"

"Open the door,"

"I know, you're behind the door,"

"Hurry up, let me in"

She slapped the door with her little hand, and her palms were numb.

He stood behind the door, his lips raised, and he was in a good mood.

So, he turned and walked away.

Hearing this, she stomped her foot in anger.

"Come back, bastard,"