Nanyang Island is still as lifeless as before. You can’t see anything modern, even animals. Before we came, there were only three people on this island who would actually come out and move around, the old witch, the old housekeeper, and one. Dumb gardener, and the real hidden power is in that dense forest. Shu Jiong
Therefore, one of the perverted hobbies of the old witch is to quickly squeeze her labor force when she catches a person.
such as me.
After silently staring at her for three seconds, I surrendered and moved slowly from my vagina. After looking back at Quhe, I looked up weakly to defend my final rights:
"Don't let him sleep in the same room with me anyway, I'm still a big girl!"
The old witch sneered and asked meaningfully:
"Big girl of the yellow flower? Hmph, which one of these yellow flowers will chase a man's ass for ten years, and in the end I don't know what the man is thinking, I only know what he wants to say according to his own preferences. What did you say, what did you want to do, and finally ended up with self-pity and self-pity?"
I am angry:
"Old lady! Will you be ten years old if you speak well?!"
She turned her cane at me and twitched fiercely, her eyebrows trembled, and her voice was a few decibels higher than mine:
"You try to do something that allows me to speak well!"
"you… "
"Old lady," the dedicated old housekeeper bends down to remind him, "this gentleman has been waiting all morning."
I found out that there were still two people standing outside.
I think it was because the time given above was too tight, and finally arrived in Nanyang safely. Luke guarded the door without delay and prepared to discuss the agreement with the old witch. I guessed the sun, it should have been standing since morning till now. Three or four hours.
I curled my lips, too lazy to care about this strange old witch, turned and stepped out of the bed, walked to Qu He's bed, helped him pull the quilt, and handed it to the door.
"I think you should get rid of this big guy early, otherwise it would be better to ask him to go to the backyard to pull the weeds than to stand here as the door-god."
"That's what you said..." The old witch seemed to have just thought of something, her eyes swept over with a gale, Jie Jie smiled twice, "The grass in the backyard is indeed quite long, stinky girl, go and pull the weeds."
I smack my tongue, the old witch is the scariest creature in the world, there is no one.
When I walked out of the room, Luke was being asked to enter. I gave him a bad look and greeted him grimly:
"The unscrupulous person, the old witch in the house, will treat you well."
I admit that I still despise him for the decision he made at that moment. If it weren’t for Quhe Mingda, or if it wasn’t for the old witch’s hand to come down quickly, we might have died in the sea because we didn’t have a boat to rescue in time. , Qu He will die the fastest.
And such a greeting is my best accomplishment.
…
The weather on the island is very good. After experiencing a big storm, all the impurities have been swept away by several layers, making the air look very fresh. The sun warmly hangs on the azure blue sky, and it is softly sprinkled. The rays of light have added a golden layer to this overgrown backyard.
I finally stopped holding on to any arrogant smile, and slowly squatted down, holding my knees in a daze.
The words of the old witch echoed in my ears again:
"After chasing a man's butt for ten years, I didn't know what the man was thinking at the end. I only knew what he wanted to say and what he wanted to do according to his own preferences. In the end, he made a self-pity. The end of self-pity..."
I think carefully about what I have done over the years, it is indeed a bit absurd to ordinary people, but who can tell me that Fu Tianchen used to be so close to me that I thought I would think of him as such for the rest of my life When I am alone, I suddenly turn around and look like an indifferent back. How can I accept such a change willingly
I covered my eyes to stop thinking about it, and the whole backyard was so quiet at this time that I could hear the slight surging of the sea in the air. There was obviously no blurring wind, but it seemed to let my thoughts drift away.
I remembered that when he was sent home in such embarrassment, my father brought some joyful eyes in his anger, Chen Xi's complicated and distressed eyes, and Xiao Yan's always unwarming eyes. They were all waiting for me to go back. No one, like Fu Tianchen, just sent me back because of a pass.
Because of such a path, I can't let myself give up without trying hard, even if I try so hard, my youth will be lost for ten years like a dog.
The sadness of spring and autumn is really not suitable for a girl like me who is so pleasing and temperamental. After being sad for a while, I just pulled up the weeds in a posture, thinking about when to ask the old witch how to save it. Dad.
Although there are Chen Xi and Xiao Yan, and even Cui Jie, the father's safety can be guaranteed, but his health has not been good in the past few years, and I am afraid that it will be more difficult to raise him if he is more stimulated.
As I was thinking, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of me, blocking most of the light in front of me and casting a large shadow.
Looking up is the source of sadness and sadness for me.
The source said:
"Zhen Xiaozhu, do you want to hear a story?"
I nodded silently.
I still know the noble quality of Fu Tianchen telling stories. I remember once having a nightmare. I dreamed that I was chased by a group of wolves and chased to the edge of a cliff. I swore to the death and refused to succumb to the wolf's paw. , So he resolutely jumped off the cliff, and then cried and woke up.
At that time, Fu Tianchen was in the second year of high school, and his schoolwork was very busy. Unlike me, who was doing nothing and didn't want to make progress at all, he had a nightmare and felt it was a big event.
I slept for a while and was scared to wake up. He was still reading at night, so when the phone rang, I was satisfied to get his reception.
"What's the matter?" His voice sounded a bit tired. I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside. Only then did I realize that it was a little too late in the night, and I kept on for a long time before asking embarrassedly:
"Fu Tianchen, do you know how to tell a story?" I felt that the heat on my face was soaring, so I explained more shamelessly, "have a terrible dream, I want to hear a story, otherwise I can't sleep."
He was silent for a while on the other end of the phone, and said helplessly:
"Zhen Xiaozhu, you are already thirteen years old, not a three-year-old kid."
I looked out the window, thickened my face by the bright and clear moonlight, and naturally refuted:
"A three-year-old kid might be able to understand the story!"
"A long, long time ago..." he suddenly interrupted me in a soft voice. There was a faint sound of turning the pages of the book, and his unique cold voice was heard. "In a beautiful forest, there lived a group of cute little elves... "
(Many readers told Aluo that Fu Tianchen's scenes are too few, so I will add some memories appropriately below to let our young master Fu resolutely rise up~~The elegant butterfly~~)