When I came to the worm's manor, it was late at night, when the mountains were unusually quiet, like a sky full of stars overhead, and there would never be a sound. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 However, Nanjian felt the beauty of this night, the insects were singing in the grass, the fireflies were flying in front of him, and although the road under his feet was very narrow, he was not in a hurry to run, and no one was crowded...... And just like that, they came to Bug's manor.

Cao Bing lit the torch, like a night worker in a kiln, and he led everyone to the door of the attic of the little worm, and raised his knocker, and knocked on his door gently. At the same time, there were one or two voices calling the master's name, "Little worm, little worm!" He said, "I'm Cao Bing...... I'm Cao Bing!"

The door creaked open, faster than a sesame opening.

"What are you doing here?" was the first thing the worm said when he opened the door.

However, Cao Bing had already walked into the room from his side, and when he put down the burden on the chair inside, he said, "These are my friends Nanren and Nan Shaoxia, and Huayu and Huagirl." He didn't seem to hear the bug's question.

Seeing the old lady and a girl, supporting an injured man, the little worm's lethargic expression suddenly woke up. His eyes widened in horror, "Come in, come inside!" he said, opening the door completely.

With the haggard expression of the seriously injured, Nan Jian glanced at his master and said excitedly, "Thank you, big brother." ”

The lights came on in the living room, and Nanjian reclined weakly on the large recliner in their house. Huayu found a small wooden basin, fetched water, and carefully cleaned his wounds. At this time, Cao Bing had already collected the herbs from the courtyard and had already ground them, and Hua Yu had just finished cleaning Nanjian's wounds.

Applying herbs, I suddenly felt cool, and the high temperature of the feverish body gradually cooled. And by this time, the mother-in-law of the little worm, the young woman with a round waist and thick shoulders, had already cooked a pot of chicken for them, and some yams, sweet potatoes, etc.

It was a rare meal of mountain food, and everyone was hungry, so they all ate quietly. The worm's mother-in-law went to sleep again, because Nanjian heard her snoring downstairs. The little worm sat at the gate, picked up Cao Bing's dry tobacco pipe and tobacco pouch, sat on a small stool, looked at the quiet night, looked at the dark door, and smoked Cao Bing's dry tobacco with a click.

Later, it wasn't until it was time to go to bed that Huayu said, "Nanlang, did you find it!"

"What did you find?" he asked. Because, his body is not very comfortable, there are many details, and he doesn't have the energy to pay attention to so much.

"Uncle Cao's family has never said a word to this family!" Huayu said, "That is, when I entered the door, I called a few small insects." Then the door opened, and the two of us were briefly introduced, and then they didn't say a word. ”

Hearing him say this, Nan Jian suddenly realized.

"It seems to be!" he said, "If it were a family, it wouldn't be so indifferent! If it was a relative or friend, it would be too casual, I really couldn't understand what kind of relationship they had between them!"

In the morning, the chicken had just gotten up, and Cao Bing was already holding his knife and sitting outside the door downstairs to help the insect make a few chicken nests and weave a few baskets. His knife is so good that he kills people one by one, and picks up bamboo, one by one. Especially when the slivers are broken, it is simply a game of cutting bamboo slivers, which looks particularly brisk, attractive, and sloppy, and in this way, the thick bamboo slivers are divided into two under his slivers - the thin half, the thick half.

The thin one makes a bamboo basket, and the thick one makes a chicken coop!

And while he was doing these things, the two of them passed by him, as if they were chairs, and did not look at him or say a word to him. However, when the little worm remembered to smoke, he walked over and did not say a word, picked up the pipe, held a small bench, sat down against the wall, lit a fire and smoked.

The same is true of this old man, Cao Bing, who is so busy sweating and shaking his head that he is so busy that he never raises his head to look at the little worm that has just walked in front of him or his mother-in-law. It was as if they were a puff of air drifting in front of him, never causing him to glance at them.

In this way, a few days passed quickly, and Cao Bing helped Xiao Worm weave a dozen beautiful new chicken nests and a dozen sturdy and durable bamboo baskets. And his wife is not idle, either sweeping or washing, and sometimes picking up a hoe to help the little insect couple and the weeds under the hoe tree and the weeds in the nursery.

However, she is also like her old man, she can't go in and out, and she can't say a word to the little worm couple. It's as if they're all strangers. Even when they eat together, they don't say a word. In the huge dining room, in addition to the sound of chopsticks hitting the bowls, only the sound of everyone chewing food comes together and becomes a special kind of music.

Three days have passed, and Nanjian's wound has scabbed, but Cao Bing and his wife and Xiao Worm and his wife still haven't said a word. That night, Nan Jian and Hua Yu lay on the bed again and began to discuss. She rested her fragrant head on his uninjured right chest, and stroked his chest gently with her delicate jade fingers.

Nan Jian, on the other hand, used his powerful arms to wrap his arms around her body, quietly looking at the ceiling, constantly thinking about Ren Siyun's current situation and safety.

"They still haven't said a word in the past few days!" she said.

"Hmm!," said Nanjian, "they are really strange two families, but they are both kind-hearted people, and they are very kind to us. ”

At this time, Huayu was quietly looking into his eyes, her sensitive heart, from the tone of his voice, felt his troubles. She also knew that he was thinking about her at the moment! However, she didn't dare to take out this person's name and touch her. Because, it will break her heart and make her miserable.

Nan Jian also knew that the only red line between them was Ren Siyun! However, he couldn't live without her, and if he didn't have her, he would choose to die! Therefore, in the end, no matter whether she was happy or not, he said something like this:

"Yu'er," he said, "let's get out of here tomorrow!"

She really didn't want to leave here so soon, after all, there was a happy world for the two of them! But what did she do to keep him, after all, he still had her in his heart—and the woman named Ren Siyun whom she hated so much.

"But your wounds are not healed yet!" she said, "or in two days, when the wounds are completely healed, we will go again!"

He didn't want to argue, because he knew that she also wanted to stay with him a little longer, and she loved him with all her heart. These two women, how can he make them sad and sad again! No, absolutely not! Because if any one of them is sad, his heart will be very painful and sad.

Quiet night, quiet moment, faint tenderness, faint sadness! Two hearts are close together, roaring together, sad together, sad together. In this way, they are happy and sweet again. If you want to give them a code word for happiness, I believe they will say: "Having it at this time is the happiest." ”

However, Nan Jian strongly felt that Ren Siyun must be very lonely and helpless at this moment. (To be continued.) )