As he was talking, the old man took a large handful of dog's tail grass from his clothes, took out one of them and put it together with the one in his hand.
The old man looked back mysteriously at An Ruoqing, who was still lying on the bed, unsteady. He was overjoyed, jumping like a monkey, and turned around to come to An Ruoqing again.
"Little girl...wake up...hehehe..." The old man put the dog's tail grass on An Ruoqing's white cheeks and swept it back and forth several times, still showing childlike laughter from time to time.
But An Ruoqing still didn't wake up. The old man was very puzzled. He picked up An Ruoqing's cuff without any worries, and skillfully helped An Ruoqing pulse.
Isn’t the pulse just the pulse
The rich expressions of the old man came again, a little curious in contemplation, surprise mixed with curiosity, sometimes sighing, and sometimes smiling.
After finishing the pulse, the old man drew the messy hair that was in front of his eyes. Then, his eyes widened, and he patted An Ruoqing's bedside with a palm.
Through the sunlight, you can clearly see that the dust that was shaken by the old man's palm spreads around with the air.
An Ruoqing also sat up with the rising dust, but her eyes still did not open.
The old man leaped forward and sat swiftly behind An Ruoqing, and then "giggled" with a smile.
The old man seemed to be particularly satisfied with what he had done, but the smiling old man suddenly stopped, and he said to himself with a frown, "Hey! Where is my wine gourd?" The old man said to himself. He blinked frequently, and touched his waist with both hands for several times.
The old man seemed to have forgotten that he was going to heal An Ruoqing.
An Ruoqing still sat there with her head tilted, both hands drooping beside the bed, looking extremely uncomfortable. However, the old man didn't care about this. If she couldn't find her own wine gourd, An Ruoqing sat in that posture. For the rest of his life, he was scared and he didn't have the mind to care about it.
"Hehehe... I caught you!" The old man finally found his wine gourd that looked old after a few back and forth. Without even looking at it, he picked it up and stuffed it into the surrounding gray beard. Mouth.
"Ah... comfortable..."
I saw that the old man closed his eyes tightly and chuckled his mouth beautifully, and his contented expression flew up, thinking that when he took a few more sips, the wine gourd could not pour a drop of wine.
The old man put his precious wine bottle to his mouth, raised his face, and poured it again, but still no drop of wine slipped down.
The old man pouted helplessly like a child, angrily, while hanging a wine gourd around his waist, he did not forget to lick the wine stains around his mouth back into his mouth with his tongue.
After drinking the wine, the old man suddenly remembered the little girl he had rescued—An Ruoqing.
Think of An Ruoqing! The old man clicked his mouth again, as if thinking about the scent of wine still in his mouth.
The old man clicked on An Ruoqing's back with his finger, and whispered softly, "Little girl, if you don't wake up, I will..."
Little girl, if you don’t wake up, I will...
What are you going to do!
Do you rob home
An Ruoqing continued to have no response.
The old man tossed for a long time. Seeing that such a threat was not good, he was pissed off to death, and pointed at An Ruoqing with a beard and stared at An Ruoqing without saying a word for a long time.
"Is it impossible, he is a fool, and an unusual fool. Hmm! I think it must be..." I saw the old man hugging his arms, his chin lightly, his face full of affirmation.
But after a while, the old man found an unknown pink spiritual power in An Ruoqing's body. This spiritual power was like a patrolling soldier, wandering through An Ruoqing's body.
The old man scratched the hair on his head, then winked, as if thinking of something in his mind.
He came to An Ruoqing's side again, put An Ruoqing slowly on the bed, raised his hands, and shook her softly and rigidly in front of An Ruoqing twice, and saw that the old man's palm gave birth to a big The gossip picture was shrouded in gold on An Ruoqing's body, and the old man then heavily punched the gossip picture into An Ruoqing's body.
In fact, if it hadn't been for that spiritual power, the old man would not dare to use his gossip array. Ordinary people couldn't stand this array.
The old man put away the gossip picture in his hand and buried his head on An Ruoqing's head. He looked at An Ruoqing without blinking.
Isn't it still awake? If An Ruoqing doesn't wake up, it is estimated that the old man will consider hitting the wall.
No one knows how many times he crashed the wall inside the house.
"Yeah... I'm really angry with the old man..." Sure enough, the old man stroked his beard and was about to hit the wall when he suddenly coughed from the bed, making him smile.
The old man tiptoed to the bed, An Ruoqing, who had just woke up from her sleep, had not fully opened her eyes, and consciously fumbled with her hands on the bed. As soon as she touched the bed, she opened her hesitant pair leisurely Deep and big eyes.
"what… "
The two screamed at the same time, An Ruoqing's melancholy eyes were immediately full of terror.
The old man's expression was even exaggerated. He closed his eyes and hugged him on the wooden stake beside the bed. When An Ruoqing stopped screaming, he was still hysterical there.
"Hey! Are you okay! Hey..." An Ruoqing saw that the old man's reaction was a little abnormal, and wanted to figure out what happened, so she tentatively got out of bed, pinched the corner of the old man's clothes, and slowly tugged twice. under.
"Huh..." The old man got out of bed when he saw An Ruoqing, who was crying and howling just now, and he was still talking to him. He found out something novel and he was overjoyed.
"So you're not a fool?!" The old man jumped off the stake like a monkey, pinched An Ruoqing's pink face, and laughed.
Seeing the old man in front of him, with a hip-hop attitude, without the slightest demeanor of an elder, An Ruoqing couldn't help laughing.
"I'm a fool, you... you... are you stupid?"
An Ruoqing's voice was very loud at first, but at the end she was afraid of the old man's blame, her voice became smaller and smaller, and the last fool was almost squeezed out of her throat.
Even so.
That faint voice still couldn't escape the ears of the old man.
"What are you talking about... Am I stupid?" The old man stared, pointed at himself, and a burst of anger arose between his eyebrows: "I said you little girl movie, I saved you, you didn't even say thank you, still so Unreasonably call me a fool."
On the surface, An Ruoqing pretended to be mistaken, but she couldn't help but snickered in her heart.
"Do you still dare to laugh... You... What's your name?"