Before the night market was closed, the young cook held a jingling money bag in both hands, and floated out of the bamboo fence barely wrapped in rags without touching the ground, and went to buy rice and flour feed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Gu Wen sat in the guest room, touched his nose and fell into deep thought:

"I'm not in the right state today, it's okay to make a mess, I hope I don't make the cook a profit-only and money-seeing. ”

"What's going on?"

"Is it ......?"

Gu Wen was shocked:

"Could it be that my hormones are overloaded to produce a halo effect, and I actually fell in love with this cook at first sight?"

"Wow! Phew, why did your vision suddenly fall so much? It is even more violent than the sharp fall of the Shanghai and Shenzhen stock markets? This is completely a posture of hunger and food, and make up for the position when you see it. ”

Thinking of the cook's sloppy style, chicken-nest-like hair, oily face, peculiar smell, and the figure that was unrecognizable under the big apron and could be preliminarily judged to be bean sprouts, Gu Wen had deep doubts about his aesthetics.

"The man is really a lower-body animal, and when the male hormones rush, everything strange happens. What is this called?" Gu Wen wanted to cry a little without tears, and then remembered that his face was still smeared with the stains on the cook's apron.

Shake a bucket of clear well water in the well behind the hall, pour it into a wooden basin, Gu Wen washed his face, and took a clean old towel from the hanger to wipe his face.

Rubbing and rubbing, Gu Wen suddenly stopped. This towel is woven of coarse cloth, and the fluff on it has fallen off, which looks very rough, but it is very clean, with some soapy smell, and there is a faint fragrance, like a flower but not a flower.

Gu Wen sniffed carefully again, and suddenly remembered that this was the last aftertaste on the cook's body. It looks like this is the body fragrance that the girl chef comes with.

"Body fragrance, the patent of beauty. Gu Wen exclaimed: "I'm in heat, no, love at first sight really has some reason." ”

Thinking of the softness that the tip of his nose touched on the cook's body at the end, Gu Wen pinched his fingers and calculated:

“c、d... No, it's fsize, at least. It seems that estrus, no, there is one more reason to fall in love at first sight. ”

"Pure girl, youthful and fresh, with a dark fragrance, broad-minded, soft voice, big eyes and dark brightness, cute attributes, down to the kitchen... Tsk, inadvertently, this young chef has so many advantages. ”

"Except that his face is unknown and a little sloppy. It can be seen that sloppiness is really a woman's natural enemy, and looking at the face is really a man's instinct. ”

Gu Wen was chattering, and there were actually some gains and losses. In the moonlight and the afterglow of the street lamps of the city streets, he began to pace slowly between the courtyards with his hands behind his back.

In the courtyard, the place that was originally full of hibiscus wood has only been left with deep pits, which looks very desolate. The cook planted some evergreen weeds and shrubs everywhere, and there was a lot of wild interest in the patchwork.

The four or five vegetable plots in the backyard were neatly cleaned up even though they were not planted in winter. Between the kitchen exterior wall and the courtyard wall, a one-point greenhouse was built with a membrane coating, which was filled with all kinds of vegetables, green and vibrant.

Gu Wen walked all the way and praised all the way: "The taste is not bad, the tidying up is orderly, the mind is clever, and there are really a lot of advantages." ”

Bypassing the West Wing, I saw that the window lattice was broken, but the cook used a piece of wax paper to cut out a big smiling face and paste it.

At a glance, Gu Wen smiled: "This smiling face is also chic." ”

Well, in the eyes of a man with hormonal poisoning, everything about a girl is a plus.

After wandering around for a while, Gu Wen was alert: "It's not good." It's a bit inappropriate to let a girl go out with a lot of money at night, but I hope I won't meet a bad guy. ”

Thinking of this, Gu Wen couldn't stay any longer, greeted Piaoxue, walked out of the bamboo fence gate, walked two steps, turned back and closed the door, tied a strip of cloth, and then hurriedly walked in the direction of the brightly lit night market.

There are 16 square cities in Hengyang, and in previous years, in the winter of the year, there was a curfew at night in the city. Since the disappearance of the corpse demon clan, the curfew has basically been lifted, and the fang market has only closed its gates, keeping the night market until the third watch.

Therefore, when Gu Wen goes out, he doesn't need to discern the direction, and he walks to the nearest light, and he can naturally find the night market.

It's just that the streets are not horizontal and vertical, twists and turns, Gu Wen walked faster and faster, and the wind was blowing under his feet, and finally he couldn't hold it back, so he simply jumped on the roof of the residents and ran wildly.

Several chengguan patrolling the streets wanted to come up and inquire. Gu Wengang was angry, took out a token from the storage ring, and shouted: "The military commander does things, and the idlers retreat." ”

This token was given by Dai Cheng, the head of the Military Command Division that year, and he could command any military commander below the head of the section. When the chengguan heard this, they immediately died down and retreated aside.

Gu Wen jumped and jumped, crossed several streets in a blink of an eye, and saw that the road in front of him was open, showing the porch of the night market, so he jumped down from the roof with one step, put the token into the ring, and strode towards the night market.

Before entering the gate, I heard the rumbling of motorboats in the night market, and bursts of laughter. Gu Wen stepped into the gate of the night market, looked up, and couldn't help but be angry.

I saw more than a dozen motorized airships hovering in the air, spitting out thick oil smoke. There are hundreds of onlookers around, and the dozens of people in the front are crooked melons and cracked dates, and at first glance they are the genus of ruffians.

These people pointed fingers, some laughed, some scolded angrily, and shouted "thieves", "female thieves", "fugitive slaves" and so on.

These hundreds of people gathered around a small figure in the field, and they seemed extremely lonely in the middle.

This figure is the young cook, but at this time she is even more embarrassed than when Gu Wen first saw her. I saw her picking at her body, carrying a large bag and carrying a small bag like a hill. There were so many things, but she grabbed them with one hand.

With his other hand tucked up in front of his chest, he clutched a money bag. The cook's dress was crooked, and her face was covered with sweat, which washed her little face full of oil.

The cook bit her lip tightly, her big eyes flashed with fear, but she was still stubborn and persistent. She carefully dodged the airships that swooped in from the air from time to time, and staggered and insisted on moving towards the gate of the night market.

And those airship boys are like a group of cats that have caught mice, constantly playing with the cook, making her take two steps forward, and then rushing head-on to force back, so that the cooks are always struggling within a radius of several feet.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Gu Wen's heart suddenly felt like he was pricked by a red-hot steel needle.

With a flash, Gu Wen already understood what happened to the young chef:

A sloppy cook with a lot of money went to the night market to buy on a large scale. She didn't know how to make money and didn't show her whiteness, and she immediately attracted the covetousness of the market hooligans.

The cook was soon accused of being a slave and thief who stole her master's belongings, causing the "righteous" street rangers to attack her.

And a group of self-evident chivalrous airship teenagers happened to meet and immediately launched a round-up of the thief. It's just a juvenile mentality, and gradually the round-up has become a teasing, and it has simply become a big scene in the night market, and the onlookers like to see it.

At this time, the cook girl tried to move towards the gate of the night market again, and a young man in yellow screamed strangely, and drove his own airship dyed in flames to crash head-on.

Seeing the roaring airship like a flame, the cook gritted her teeth and continued to move forward.

The young man in yellow was a little surprised, but he felt that his face had been damaged, and shouted angrily: "What a gut!", slammed on the accelerator, and added the red airship to the fastest.

Seeing that the airship was about to hit her chest, the young cook's eyes were full of bright red flames, and although her feet trembled, she still insisted on not dodging.

Finally, at the last moment of the airship, the young man in yellow was instigated. He is a pampered son of a rich family, and although he does not care about the life or death of the untouchables, he does not want the untouchables to stain their precious flaming airships.

If you accidentally get the blood of a pariah on your own noble body, you will surely be ridiculed by your companions for months.

With a slam on the steering wheel, the flaming airship swerved in the air and flew past the chef's scalp. The tail fin hung through a package behind the cook, and countless red beans splashed and flowed like fountains.

The cook was also blown down by the powerful air flow brought by the airship, rolling in the air, the burden was scattered and thrown away, and the person also fell to the ground.

"Okay!"

The onlookers let out a cheer and applauded the superb driving skills of the young man in yellow.

The confession turned into a gorgeous and thrilling performance, and finally earned enough face. The young man in yellow also breathed a sigh of relief in the air.

The crowd cheered, and no one cared if the filthy thief would break her arm or thigh.

The cook kept rolling in the air, her right hand still clutching the money bag tightly, the hard ground was getting closer and closer in her pupils, and the cook closed her eyes.

But the expected pain of the sharp impact did not come. The young cook fell into a warm arm. (To be continued.) )