Deqing gasped: What kind of worm, can you still bite here?!
Ji Fan whispered: Bed bugs.Fu Mingyuan: This kid is really used to going to the house to reveal the tiles.Xu Yuan, who was sitting on the other side of the table, pushed his glasses, got closer, and said: I don't look like it, let's let the teacher take a closer look, what if you provoke poisonous insects?
Ji Fan was taken aback: No!
These are all experts in taxonomy, if they take a closer look at the injuries and pay them back, they may even be able to analyze Fu Mingyuan's tooth marks.I really don't need it, he covered his mouth, and the urn sounded angrily, I'm fine!
Junior brother, don't you know, Deqing said solemnly, there is a senior brother next door to us, who went to investigate in the wilderness, and was greedy to sleep in the open air at night, with one mouth exposed outside the sleeping bag, but was chirped by the worm.The effect, tsk, is like an overdose of lip plumping injections, where is a miserable word!
The sausage mouth didn't go down for half a month, and I almost broke up with my girlfriend.As she spoke, she came to catch Ji Fan's hand covering her mouth.Ji Fan dodged left and right, and threw a look at Fu Mingyuan for help, who knew that the other party was gloating, and he didn't mean to help at all.Although Deqing is a girl, her strength is not ambiguous at all, and she cooperated with Xu Yuan to firmly press Ji Fan on the back of the chair from left to right, and she was about to succeed, but at this critical juncture, she suddenly smelled a fragrance.Deqing turned his head, only to see that Fu Mingyuan had just taken out a piece of meat cooked with chopsticks and was sending it to his mouth.The words that the pot was open were tantamount to an alarm, and the two of them invariably let go of Ji Fan, their eyes glowed green, and they turned around and stretched their chopsticks into the pot.Ji Fan covered his mouth and got up slowly, his back hurt, and he only felt that half of his life was gone.Just as he was rubbing his neck and panting, Fu Mingyuan's chopsticks suddenly reached over and put a few rolls of hot beef into his bowl.If you don't eat it, it's gone.Fu Mingyuan raised his chin and motioned for him to look at the three masters and apprentices who were eating the same thing.The three of them put on a posture, and the small porcelain bowls were piled up to the brim, and they even sandwiched new meat while eating, and hung it at the bottom of the bowl to wait for it to cool for a while, and then swallowed it in one go.Ji Fan: What kind of scientific research elite, reincarnated as a starving ghost!
Xu Yuan and Deqing in line with the teacher's concept of inviting guests and not eating for nothing, they ate plate after plate without mercy, and Comrade Liu saw the pain in the flesh, and finally persuaded himself to invite them all, and they couldn't cheapen these two boys in vain, and they also angrily lifted their chopsticks and began to eat fiercely.The two sides are fighting for me, the sword light and sword shadow above the hot pot, Ji Fan was dumbfounded, and there was not even a gap that could be inserted into the chopsticks.Fu Mingyuan took a napkin and wiped his mouth, and said softly: The supper in the hot spring hotel is very good, and tonight should be a Japanese-style paper hot pot.Ji Fan understood and put down the chopsticks with him.The author has something to say: Thank you to the little angel who voted for me during 2020-02-0514:27:23~2020-02-0612:22:31 ~ Thank you to the little angel who voted for the mine: 2 doctors; Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: mustard purple 48 bottles; 8 bottles of micro-self-free wine; 5 bottles of Xia language and big jio rabbit; Why not 4 bottles; 3 bottles of Lingxi; Ru empty 2 bottles; 1 bottle for readers; Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 110 Secret Master, Eat and Drink Well.Dean Liu greeted them perfunctorily, his eyes didn't even glance at them, a pair of chopsticks danced and flew up, pulling all the freshly scalded meat to his side.Ji Fan: The plates next to him were quickly piled up, Deqing heroically pulled out the second bottle of beer, flicked the bottle cap directly to the corner of the table, and poured tons and tons of dean's cup: Teacher has worked hard, you drink more!
After pouring it, she turned her head and looked for Xu Yuan's cup everywhere: Senior brother, senior brother also came to Xu Yuan to protect the mouth of the cup with one hand, pushed her away with the other, and said calmly: I don't know your ghost idea yet?
Drink more beer and eat less meat, isn't it?
Deqing hugged the wine bottle and giggled.Dean Liu, the three of them were drunk, and Senior Sister Deqing stretched out her slimy paws and wanted to hook Ji Fan's shoulder, but was slapped away by Fu Mingyuan.Seeing Fu Mingyuan's displeasure, Ji Fan's heart moved slightly, and he gestured towards the door.Fu Mingyuan got up willingly, and the two of them left a mess and walked into the small courtyard of the farmhouse with a hearty night breeze.The round moon had risen high, and there was only one table left in the restaurant, and the idle hostess set up a pair of reading glasses, moved a wicker chair and sat by the door, knitting a thin sweater with a placket in her hand.The stitches are fine, and the hand is like flying.Ji Fan was a little curious, turned his head to look at it for a while, and saw that she was knitting seriously, so he was embarrassed to talk.Instead, the woman raised her eyelids and glanced at him, smiled kindly, and explained: It's for my granddaughter, who is young and likes small flower patterns.She touched the little cardigan very cherishingly, and she said she didn't want the ready-made goods bought in the store.Granddaughter?
Ji Fan was surprised.The hostess is very well maintained, her facial skin is delicate and fair, and if she doesn't look at her neck lines, she is only in her early forties at most, which really doesn't look like the age of a grandmother.Yes, she hugged her sweater to her chest, leaned her head back on the backrest, squinted her eyes and smiled, I never imagined when I was young that she would live most of her life like this.Fu Mingyuan turned his head: Listening to the accent, you are not a local?
The woman nodded: It's hard for you to hear it.My surname is Sun, born in S City, and I only went to the countryside here after graduating from high school.S City?
Ji Fan was slightly stunned, didn't you think about going back?
She smiled and shook her head.Fu Mingyuan looked at her for a while, and said slowly: Your husband is a local?
Aunt Sun paused: Yes and no.She waved her hand casually, and he'd been gone for years.It's all old things, don't talk about it, don't talk about it.Fu Mingyuan glanced down, and rarely slowed down his tone: Your sweater is beautifully knitted, she must like it very much.Thank you, the woman pushed the reading glasses, alas, when will it be good to be able to come and play, or let her try it for herself for too long, and I don't know if the size is right, about the hotel on the mountain Fu Mingyuan changed his words and said lightly, is there any story in the village?
What?
Not only the woman, but Ji Fan didn't react, and the two looked up at Fu Mingyuan together.Fu Mingyuan didn't look at them, his eyes always stayed on the misty hotel building.Stories such as legends or something, Fu Mingyuan's tone was more casual, it seemed that he really just asked casually, I heard that the government plans to develop tourism recently, if you can have some folk tales, and then repair some retro buildings, temples or something, engage in cultural tourism, and investment will continue to come in.Temple?
The woman's gentle southern accent was sharply raised, as if frightened in some way, and she said loudly, "No!
Fu Mingyuan still had that faint expression: Why not?
In this mountain, she struggled for a while, looked left and right, and lowered her voice, no, there are mountain gods in this mountain, and she has never seen a Buddhist temple built.The woman's voice was low and trembling, Ji Fan listened to it, and shivered slightly, as if the night wind had also become colder because of this secret.Mountain gods?
Fu Mingyuan asked with interest, is there any local saying?
What about worship services?
The woman shook her head.This mountain god is so domineering that he is not even allowed to build a Buddhist temple, so what is going on with Wolong Temple?
The woman just shook her head: It's another mountain, it's not a ride.So, only this mountain is not allowed to move?
She finally nodded.In fact, the woman opened her mouth and closed it again, as if it was a little difficult to speak, and her pale fingers twisted and twisted, winding the strand of wool.Fu Mingyuan picked a comfortable angle on the side of the corridor and leaned on: You said slowly.He himself has a convincing temperament, and when he stops there, he makes people feel settled in their hearts.Aunt Sun slowly calmed her breath and spoke again: A long time ago, there was indeed a small temple, on the top of the hill a little further from the hot spring hotel, and there were many wild graves next to it that I don't know whose family it was.Later, didn't there be a movement later, and the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods were all defeated.A few young students from outside did not listen to the persuasion, and climbed the mountain with hoes when the summer sun was at its most poisonous, and they had to tear down the wild temple.She glanced at Fu Mingyuan, and finally completely let go of her defense, and talked endlessly: The mountain temple has been deserted for a long time, and there is not even a serious statue in the shrine, only a product made of wood.Originally, seeing the villagers so real, the students were really a little scared, but at this time, they couldn't help but look at each other and laugh Sure enough, any strange power is bluffing.Together, they lifted the offering table, dragged the idol to the bottom, and cut them all into firewood, and tied several bundles.Ji Fan swallowed, only to feel that his back was cold, and he couldn't help leaning towards Fu Mingyuan, who was grabbed by him with one hand and patted his shoulder.The idol is gone, and the temple can't be kept.They worked from noon to evening, and when they finally knocked down the last piece of wall, it was already dark.The woman's tone was calm, and she said quietly, no one realized that time passed so quickly, and no one realized that something was wrong.They packed up their belongings and hummed a song and walked back, but the woman stopped, as if lost in thought.After a long time, she whispered, "But they couldn't find their way down the mountain."
Ji Fan shuddered.The mossy metasequoia was tall and dense, and the forest was black, completely different from the daytime, and the mountain road that used to be found with your eyes closed dozens of times or hundreds of times was gone.At first, there was still a little sunlight in the canopy, but slowly, the dim light sank little by little, and the hearts of several young people also sank.First, a girl with braids hung her head and cried, saying that her feet hurt and she couldn't walk.She was only fifteen years old, and she wore a dress of floral cloth woven by the family, and she was timid and pretty.But at this time, everyone was cold and hungry, and no one had the energy to comfort others, so the male college student who led the team reprimanded her loudly and told her to follow slowly.So she fell to the back of the line, still crying, crying and stumbling away.Everyone was very tired, but no one could stop, and to stop would mean being left in this black forest.The people around them stopped talking, and only hurried down the hill in silence.The girl's cry grew softer and softer, and at some point, it disappeared completely.Ah Ping, is Ah Ping finished crying?
A timid girl tugged at the hem of the boy next to her, and the boy shook his head and did not speak.Ah Ping herself did not answer out loud.No one knew, and of course, they didn't dare to wonder if she was really tired of crying and didn't cry, or if she had been left behind by her ruthless companions.The crowd could only go on with their heads stubborn.The mountain road was indeed winding downward, and they still had a glimmer of hope that if they went down, they would always return to the village.But after walking for a long, long time, they didn't even feel the shadow of the village, on the contrary, the moonlight became weaker and weaker.This is not the way to go.The team leader stopped, raised his voice and said, who brought the flashlight?
No one answered.At that time, flashlights were bulky and expensive, and only the village party secretary had a hand-held one in his house, and when they went out at noon, naturally no one thought of borrowing a flashlight.What about foreign fire, there is always a foreign fire, right?
The leader's voice also trembled a little.When they went out, they discussed that the four old ones that could not be smashed were all burned, and he did remember that he had packed a few packs of matches and asked someone to hold them.Ocean fire!
He became irritable, who brought it?
Fuck, don't hide it, take it out!
Have fun with Lao Tzu?
A timid voice spoke: It's Ah Ping, the package is light, and it's for her to hold.Everyone was silent for a while, and the team leader tentatively shouted: Ah Aping?
It was quiet, only the howling wind passed through a few people.At that moment, they were finally able to be sure that Ah Ping was lost, and it was they who left Ah Ping.The team leader didn't try again, he said blankly: Let's go.After a pause, he said again: I will report the number every once in a while, and everyone will hold hands with their companions, and don't get separated again.So, in the darkness where they couldn't see their fingers, they fumbled and grabbed the hands of the people around them, everyone's fingers were slippery and cold, maybe it was a companion, maybe it was something else, and no one dared to look back to confirm it.At this moment, in the empty forest, the leader's lonely report sounded.1、2、311。
At the end of the first time, there was no one less except the missing girl Ah Ping.Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and their pace quickened.Walking out of about a mile, the leader's voice sounded again: 1 Everyone has experience, and they have followed the number, 9, 10, 11.Just as they were breathing a sigh of relief, a cowering female voice rang out, 12.Everyone gasped and jerked back their hands with each other.The woods on a summer night were not cold, but they were like falling into an ice cave, and their cloth clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and they were as cold as a piece of cold iron.Yes, who is it?
The team leader swallowed, it must be, who counted wrong, right?
No one answered.He laughed dryly twice, and then said, why don't we report it again?
1 This time, no one picked up his number, and there was only an extremely oppressive dead silence around him.Not to mention the number, no one even dared to say anything.Everyone kept their mouths shut, tacitly kept a certain distance, and ran wildly.The clothes rustled across the branches, and the girl ran forward as hard as she could, but she didn't notice that the sounds around her slowly faded away from the tired wheezing and heavy footsteps of her friends, and at some point they were all gone, and she was the only one left in the forest.By the time she realized it, it was too late.The woman shook her head and sighed: it was too late, she was left alone, and she had broken her ankle.What to do?
The girl thought desperately, it hurts, it hurts, it is so tired, it is better to stop like this, anyway, if you run any more, you will not escape death.Ji Fan held his breath: And then what?
Of course, it's just thinking about it, she's still so young, so it's naturally unwilling to let her die.She panicked and shouted the names of her friends loudly, Ah Ping, Da Zhuang, Xu Li, no matter who they are, please help me!
In the next second, her desperately waving hand was gently grappled.The man's hand was warm and dry, with a slight effort, as if to signal her to follow him.The woman tucked the broken hair from her forehead, and her expression became gentle: he supported her steadily, and walked on the ground in the dark.The two of them wandered around and soon came to a place with lights on.Only then did she see that the other party was a completely strange young man, he claimed to be surnamed Xun, in order to avoid trouble, he hid in this deep mountain and old forest, he had not seen outsiders for a long time, and he came to look for someone when he heard her shout.Seeing the light, the girl finally realized that she was safe, and fell to her knees with weak legs, crying bitterly.Seemingly a little overwhelmed, he crouched down and patted her on the back gently.She grabbed a straw and begged him to search for his friend, but the man looked embarrassed.They weren't around, he said, I've made a round and only found you.I didn't know much further away, and I guess maybe they had found their way back to the village.