- On the fact that I asked my old man to go out to buy a bag of salt, but he brought back a wild man with blood all over his body, my inner thoughts.
With a wooden shovel for cooking and a sky blue apron, Xiaobaa stood at the entrance and stared at Wen Fengjin, who was holding the lump in his hand...
Wang Xiaobaa: Well, very good, blood is still dripping down, it looks very fresh, it should be slaughtered now.
Hehe——Wang Xiaoba almost fainted with a wooden shovel when he rolled his eyes!
Dead, dead dead dead dead dead! ! ! !
He looked at Wen Feng with a slap in horror, and threw the lump out in disgust, and the lump on the ground moved with difficulty in Wang Xiaobaa's terrified eyes.
Whoops! still alive! ! !
Wang Xiaoba hurriedly threw the wooden shovel, crouched down, trembling, and carefully poked the blood gourd-like guy.
"Hmm—don't poke—" The man raised his arm with difficulty.
"Ah, sorry, sorry! Does it hurt? Ambulance, ambulance! Hurry up and call an ambulance! There's so much blood—brother, hold on!" Wang Xiaoba quickly pulled her fingers back and hurriedly flipped over her apron. Cell phone in your pocket.
As a result, before he could call out, Wang Xiaobaa suddenly remembered something.
"The wind is gone..." Wang Xiaobaa looked at Wen Fengjin and took out the tissue at the entrance, and was wiping the blood on his hands carelessly, he swallowed and said, "This person won't be beaten by you. Is it like this?"
"Then if you call the police..." After you come, you may not have to find the murderer.
"No." Wen Fengjin said, "I picked it up." After he finished speaking, he reached out and put his hand in his pocket, took out something and handed it to Wang Xiaobaa.
Wang Xiaobaa took a closer look. It was a small book the size of a slap. It was turned to a certain page, and it was written in crooked and ugly words:
'The Good Guy's Handbook: When you meet someone who is hurt, ask for help. '
It was Wang Xiaobaa's words, and it was also the 'good man's rule' written by Wang Xiaobaa for Wen Fengjing.
Wang Xiaobaa stared blankly at the hand holding the small book, until he squatted down when Wen Feng did, and the bitter smell lingered on the tip of his nose.
He said, "I listened to you and saved him."
I can't say what I feel, in short, looking at Wen Fengjin's expressionless face, Wang Xiaoba suddenly wanted to reach out and touch Mozun's head disrespectfully.
In fact, Wang Xiaozi, whose heart and body were in harmony, had already done so when he thought so. He put his hand on Wen Fengjin's head and not only touched it back and forth.
He also said: "Yangxi~Yangxi~"
So cute - um! ! !
When he came back to his senses, Wang Xiaobaa was stunned, and his claws were stiff, Ye Xi, your sister, Ye Xi! Holy crap, I actually touched Wen Feng like a puppy! ! !
Just when Wang Xiaobaa thought that she would be opened, at least she was going to get angry when she heard the wind.
Wen Feng laughed.
He is not the kind of exaggerated grin, but a subtle pursed mouth, like a child who is a little proud but not expressive, the kind of smug smile that he doesn't want you to see when he is praised.
As if time and space were confused, Wang Xiaoba saw the young man who would throw himself into his arms after class and act like a spoiled child.
The stiff claws moved again, and murmured softly along the silky silver hair.
"Well done, Xiao Wenzi."
Big smell: ￣へ￣
Wen Feng pursed his lips in a reserved manner, and hummed, which seemed to be neither salty nor indifferent.
Wang Xiaobaa rubbed his head and tried his best to hold back his laughter.
After rewarding the big bad wolf who was suspected of being a reward, Wang Xiaobaa barely helped the buddy on the ground to lie down on his face, then hurriedly went to the kitchen to get a basin of water and squatted down to wipe the sticky blood on the buddy's body.
With a stern face and little flowers floating on his head, Big Brother Wen looked coldly at the people on the ground and picked up the salt.
He said indifferently: "Leave him alone, I fed him blood, baa, I want to drink soup."
Wang Xiaobaa: "..."
Hearing such inhuman words, the wailing voices of the people on the ground became much louder, and they slowly twisted their bodies with 'ouch, oops'.
Wang Xiaoba was startled, and hurriedly looked down at him.
"You're telling me to kick you out." Wen Fengjin said coldly with his eyes down.
Whoops whoops turned into hoops.
The big brother on the ground vividly demonstrated what it means to be cowardly and pitiful.
"Okay." Seeing the people on the ground are very sensible, Wen Feng nodded with satisfaction, and continued to look at Wang Xiaobaa with a smile on his cold face, "I want to drink soup, Xiaobaa."
There is a bit of tenderness in the coldness, and a bit of coquettishness in the tenderness, and they are treated so differently that they don't even act.
The big brother lying on the corpse: ... It can be said to be very real.
After wiping for a long time without wiping the big brother's face on the ground, Wang Xiaoba gave up with a sigh. After checking that the wounds on the man had been healed by Wen Feng's blood, Wang Xiaoba simply let Wen Feng take care of it. He carried it to the bathtub to soak in warm water.
Hoping to soften the blood stains on his body.
Then
Then Wang Xiaobaa picked up the rice shovel and went back to cooking and stewing soup... As for the injuries? Let's stew first, oh no, let's soak first.
But in the end, considering that people might be out of physical strength now, in order to prevent the other party from performing a drowning in his bathtub, Wang Xiaoba closed Wen Feng in the bathroom and watched people.
"You watch him for a while from here, and I'll cook."
The sound of the door closing and the distant humming disappeared, and the air-conditioned Big Brother Wen stared at the person in the bathtub with a half-smile.
That big brother: ... I'm so scared!
Half an hour later, Wang Xiaobaa prepared the meal, and when he asked them to come to eat, the man soaked all the mud in the bathtub, and his face was exposed.
Wang Xiaobaa's eyes widened in surprise: "It's you! Stalker!"
The man who had survived choked on his lips with a thank you, and nodded embarrassedly.
I said how could Wen Fengjin give blood to ordinary people so easily, so it was him, Wang Xiaobaa thought to himself.
Wen Fengjing over there obviously didn't pay much attention to this man. He walked into the kitchen to serve the meal. He gave the man a cold look.
"I'll take it, I'll take it!"
When he was seated at the dinner table, Wen Fengjin drank the soup gracefully with a spoon, while the brother who was a little shy and embarrassed just now devoured rice and vegetables into his mouth as if he hadn't eaten in eight hundred years.
Originally, Wen Fengjin really didn't want to let the other party stay for dinner or even serve the table. In his opinion, he has saved the man by complying with the contents of the 'little books', so there is no need to keep the other party.
"That's cooking for me." Wen Fengjin said.
The eyes are fierce like a wolf that protects food.
"They're all acquaintances, and they don't need a pair of chopsticks..." Wang Xiaoba scratched his head when he saw the big brother gulping at the food. The other party's clothes were long gone, so he lent the extra bathrobe to this man. "Is it alright? Why don't you let him eat."
Wen Fengjin let out the air-conditioning and held his arms in silence for a while, then walked into the kitchen and took a bowl and put it on the ground: "Then let him eat here."
Wang Xiaobaa: "..." Damn, are you a devil!
Wang Xiaoba, who had blue veins on his forehead, put the bowl on the table ruthlessly.
"Just eat here!" You see how you bullied others!
The last three people ate at the same table, Wen Feng completely ignored the big brother, and the stunned Wang Xiaobaa looked at him as if he was chewing a delicacy, and suddenly felt that his cooking skills were superb.
The way this brother eats is too good.
He secretly observed each other's appearance while eating. When he could see the front face a few times, he either washed his face and covered his vision, or he couldn't see clearly in the dim alley. After that, he followed himself and Wen Fengjing and wrapped them tightly. The skin is barely exposed.
Wang Xiaoba had always thought that it was because of his poor vision, but now he realized that it wasn't because his vision was bad at the time, but because this brother was really too dark...
Black, that's really black.
It's not the blackness of international friends, it's the natural complexion and the feeling of sun exposure for ten days and a half months.
Wang Xiaoba raised his eyes and looked quietly into the neck of the other person, oh my god, the inside of the neck is also a color.
In addition to international friends, there are people who can naturally be like this, bullshit! Wang Xiaoba sighed silently.
Seeing this scene, Wen Fengjin's eyes suddenly became cold, and he also looked up and down very critically at the man who was eating opposite him.
Well, not as good-looking as me.
Wen Feng was relieved and continued to drink the soup, but even if it didn't look good, it wouldn't work! Brother can only look at me!
Smashing the sour smell in his mouth, Wen Fengjin silently put his hand under the table, with a calm face and continued to drink the soup, and then that hand lightly lucked...
The man who was eating right across the street suddenly bulged his eyes! It feels like my foot has been stepped on by an elephant!
"Cough cough cough!" He coughed violently.
When Wang Xiaobaa came back to his senses, he immediately poured him a bowl of soup, "Hurry up and drink it, what are you doing in such a hurry to eat? I still have some in the pot, I'm choking."
"Thank you, thank you." Although he didn't know why his feet suddenly hurt so much, the man held the warm soup in both hands, looked at Wang Xiaomao's concerned eyes, and said tearfully, "You are such a good person, 嘤夤夤."
"Hehe." Wang Xiaoba rubbed the tip of her nose embarrassedly, "It's nothing, just keep drinking."
"Uh-huh!"
"..." Wen Feng pulled back his hand expressionlessly and looked at the soup that the man was holding. From then on, the mobile phone that was number one on the blacklist in his heart finally ushered in troubled brothers and sisters.
…
After the meal, the swarthy big brother actively cleaned up the dishes, and rushed to wash the dishes and wipe the table.
After finishing his work, he sat on the sofa cautiously, holding the hot tea that Wang Xiaoba had brewed, and tremblingly peeked at Wen Feng, who was air-conditioned at him.
"Tell me." Wang Xiaoba sat in front of him, "what's the matter with you, how could you be lying in the grass like that hurt."
The swarthy big brother blinked his big black and white eyes under his complexion, and whispered, "Thank you for helping me, I... my name is Bai Yu"
"puff!"
Wang Xiaobaa covered her mouth and smiled, her whole body was shaking, "Hold, sorry, you continue to say..."
Bai Yu: I know my black and this name are antonyms, but please show me some respect!
Bai Yu, who was black into a ball, glared at the big dog's eyes, and after seeing the wind, he persuaded.
"I'm actually just a college student who just graduated... The last time I told you that authentic disciples are all lies... I learned all those things by myself from the picture book my grandfather left behind. , staring at you that day was also my first practice..."
I met us in the first practice, and Wang Xiaobaa didn't know who to say was unlucky.
[The author has something to say: Today's second watch is about a little later.
Wait for the worms.
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