"Damimi, what are you doing? Come and eat, it's your favorite braised pork!" Yang Yifan greeted Damimi in the bedroom loudly after finishing the meal.

"Come on, don't worry!" Damimi in the bedroom put down the cotton coat in his hand and glanced at the cotton thread rolled into a large ball next to him with complicated eyes. In the end, he hid the cotton thread in his quilt and walked out of the bedroom.

"Hey, why are there only two dishes today?" Dami asked as he sat on a chair and looked at the dishes and soup on the table.

Yang Yifan smiled and said unintentionally. "I'm busy today, so I only made two dishes, won't you dislike it?"

Damimi smiled and shook his head. "How can you dislike it, you can call me if you're too busy, let's cook together sooner!"

"Okay, I'll call you next time I'm too busy, let's hurry up and eat now. Yang Yifan smiled and opened the topic.

The two of them talked and laughed and began to eat, but after a while, Yang Yifan put down the dishes and chopsticks, and just quietly watched Dami eat.

"What's wrong with you, what are you looking at me, do you have rice grains on my face?" Dami noticed Yang Yifan's eyes, and hurriedly reached out and wiped his face a few times.

"There's no rice, it's just that you look beautiful. Yang Yifan smiled casually.

Damimi didn't immediately refute, but a blush quickly crept up on his face. "I hate it~ You eat quickly, don't keep looking at people, I'm embarrassed to see it. ”

"Eat, I'm full. ”

Dami was stunned when he heard this, Uncle used to eat five or six bowls of white rice for every meal, why didn't he eat only one bowl today? The two of them have been together for so many days, could it be that he still remembered to pretend to be Sven at this time? Thinking of this, Damimi's face suddenly turned red again, and he snorted softly towards Yang Yifan, got up and picked up the bowl in front of him, and walked towards the kitchen.

"I don't think you eat too much, anyway, you found all this food, and I won't mind if you eat too much. You still have to eat enough, I'll go add another bowl to you. ”

Yang Yifan had the heart to stop Da Mimi's movements, but he didn't know how to speak. By the time his hand reached mid-air, Damimi had already walked into the kitchen.

When Dami walked to the kitchen with a shy face and opened the wooden barrel of steamed rice, she was surprised to find that the wooden barrel was clean, and there was not a single grain of rice. She doesn't eat much, and she only has a small bowl of rice for a meal, and this is the first time she has come to the kitchen to add rice. But why is the bucket as clean as a dog licking, or is it that the uncle only made two bowls of rice today?

Damimi then remembered that he had been wandering around the village for so many days, and the two of them had even broken into other people's houses many times to play. It is true that she has never seen anything to eat in the village, but the uncle still keeps making fish and meat for himself every day. I once asked him where he got these foods, but the uncle just smiled and said that he was a member of the Huaguo Dragon Group, and it was not a piece of cake to change some food.

But why has the meals been reduced so much now, is it because the uncle can't change it?

After a while, Da Mimi returned to the dinner table, and to Yang Yifan's surprise, he didn't ask him any questions. Damimi just silently ate the rice in his bowl, and there was not a single grain of rice left.

The days that followed proved Damimi's guess, although he never lost a bowl of rice at every meal. But the amount of food the uncle is getting smaller and smaller, from five bowls to one bowl, and then to a large half bowl, half a bowl, and a small half bowl... Until the end, the uncle didn't eat anymore, just ate some vegetarian dishes for each meal and drank some rice soup left over from the filtered rice.

Dami also strangely didn't ask Yang Yifan what happened, but walked back to the bedroom after eating the rice in his bowl every time. The two of them still slept in the same bed, still sleeping on one end at the other.

But once when Yang Yifan woke up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, he unexpectedly found that there was a big water stain on his chest, and he pulled the clothes there under his nose and smelled it, with a unique fragrance of women, that was actually the smell of Damimi?!

The days passed like this for another three days, and Yang Yifan could feel the traces of tears and the fragrant breath on his chest every morning. The time has come to the sixteenth day of entering Tumen Village, and there is only more than one day left for Yang Yifan's death...

It was two days longer than Yang Yifan's previous budgeted survival date, because he forgot to calculate that he drank two bowls of Meng Po soup to increase his life in Fengdu Snack Street and met a mysterious Meng Po shop.

Since three days ago, Yang Yifan will come to the big locust tree every day after eating, and run hard towards the outside of the village, although every time it is in vain, he has never given up, and when he is tired of running, he sits on the stone bench under the locust tree, accompanied by the expressionless Da Mimi, where he meditates and thinks hard about the countermeasures to go out. After resting for a while, he continued to walk into the black fog area, sprinting towards the light outside.

He didn't notice that the moment he ran into the black mist, the tears in Damimi's eyes instantly flowed out of her eyes, crossed her beautiful cheeks, fell to the ground like crystalline pearls, and penetrated into the soil...

"Ding, the host has 30 hours left in its life, please find the right mental method as soon as possible to repair the body's empty vitality. If the remaining time is not achieved, the host will die after 30 hours. ”

When Yang Yifan returned to the locust tree again and sat down on the stone bench to think, the prompt sound of the system sounded in his mind.

"I know, I don't need you to remind me anymore!!" Yang Yifan was distraught by this sudden prompt, and the little clue in his mind disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye, and he couldn't help but shout out angrily.

His voice startled Damimi, who had been watching him all the time. "Uncle, what's wrong?

Only then did Yang Yifan realize that the conversation he wanted in his mind was unconsciously yelled out by himself. But now he didn't have the heart to make up any more lies to conceal the secret, so he waved his hand perfunctorily. "It's okay, you leave me alone!"

Damimi fell silent for a moment, and only spoke again after a while. "Let's go back. ”

"What are you going back! I haven't thought of a way to get out, I won't go back! If you want to go back, you go back first, I'll put all the rice and vegetables in your bedroom upstairs, and I'll go back to cook and eat when I'm hungry, and I still have to find a way." ”

Yang Yifan turned his back to Dami directly, and no longer looked at her expression. Because his time is really running out, if he can't think of a way to send Dami out. Then, both of them will die in this village and become a pair of outlaw mandarin ducks.

"Oh... Then I'll go back to cooking first. Hurry back and eat, I'll wait for you. Damimi said softly, like a wife who calls her husband home for dinner.

Yang Yifan waved his hand with his back to Damimi, indicating that he had heard. A beautiful smile bloomed at the corner of Yang Yifan's mouth, and when she turned around again, tears surged down again, falling on the black earth of the village with her footsteps.