"Downstairs. Trash can. Comrade, is there anything else?"
"It's okay. Don't throw away my things from now on."
"It's a comrade. Comrade, do you want a drink of water?"
"Being not."
"Comrade, you sit down first. I'll go and sort out the housework."
Sitting on the sofa, breathing heavily and trying to calm down my hands that were shaking with anger, I went out and went downstairs a minute later.
First, I went to retrieve the shoebox from the trash can. When I saw the intact Sanfengcao and the unknown herb in the shoebox, I felt breathless.
After struggling to open the storage room downstairs, I found a good water pipe connector and returned to the dormitory.
After replacing the connector and slowly turning on the heating, I took off my down jacket.
But just half a minute later, I clenched my fists again and couldn't help but get angry again.
But looking at Pan Xiaoli’s busy figure in the kitchen, looking at her kneeling on the floor with her head held high as she wiped the kitchen stove, looking at her hair that was wet with sweat and stuck to her face, I forcibly pressed my bulging forehead. Qingjin went out silently and went downstairs again.
This time, I told myself that the master must have the magnanimity of the master. The call to master cannot be in vain, let alone being the master.
He dug out the donkey-hide gelatin powder, cordyceps powder and several pairs of traditional Chinese medicine that Pan Xiaoli had thrown away in the trash can. At the same time, he picked up all the other things Pan Xiaoli had thrown away and put them in the storage room next door.
Carrying donkey-hide gelatin and cordyceps powder back to the house, she drank donkey-hide gelatin eggs with Pan Xiaoli on her back, and silently went out to fry traditional Chinese medicine in the corridor.
"Comrade. I'm here to boil the medicine for you. You go in and rest."
"No need. I'll do it myself."
"Comrade. I'll do it. Your injury is not healed yet."
"You cook well. I can do it myself."
"Comrade. I am a Miao doctor. I am good at decoction. I will come."
"It's really not necessary. This medicine needs to be guarded."
"I'll guard it, comrade. You go in."
"You go and cook. This is... an order."
"Yes. Comrade."
Pan Xiaoli immediately shut up when the order came out. She immediately saluted me, stood at attention and passed.
At this moment, I seemed to have found the password to control the intangible cultural heritage female Gu Master.
The place where the medicine is cooked is in the leeward position behind the stairs, more than eight meters away from my dormitory.
After my order, Pan Xiaoli stayed in the kitchen obediently, and I finally felt at ease.
The coals ignited, and a red fire emerged from under the black medicine jar, driving away the cold of winter. The unique bitter taste and soup of traditional Chinese medicine gradually became thicker and darker.
The smoke is rising, bringing back the hurt of memories. The boiling concoction screamed loudly, causing my mind to start thinking wildly again.
Taking a deep breath of thin air, the unburned carbon dioxide mixed with the bitter medicine turned into a blood-sealing blade, scraping from the throat to the lower abdomen.
My head felt dizzy, my lungs felt stinging, and I started coughing again.
This cough made me bend over and curl up, my eyes were filled with stars, and my ears were filled with the roar of a loaded train.
In the haze, a pair of hands covered my eyes without warning and blew into the back of my neck.
My head was confused and I suddenly got angry!
The good village woman is stupid and cute, how dare she be so bold as to seduce her master in broad daylight!
presumptuous!
I have tolerated you for a long time.
At that moment, I shouted in a deep voice: "Let me go." But the hands covered my eyes harder, and a string of charming and melancholy sounds whispered in my ears: "Don't let me go. I'll die." Don’t let go.”
My whole body was shaken and I was trembling.
This sound...
This sound...
"Tongtong, have you missed me?" The low breathing in my ears carried a soul-stirring and bone-crushing magic sound, like a thirty-six-volt battery, which made my whole body numb.
"You're such a heartless brat. I didn't even answer your calls. You made me cry all night."
"You stay with me!"
My body is covered with layers of chicken skin
pimple.
The alluring female voice of the extraterrestrial witch Shura was like an electric drill, drilling into my bones and heart, dropping an incendiary bomb into my cold sea of heart, igniting a raging fire.
Suddenly, I felt a little wetness on the left side of my face, as if something soft slid from my cheek to my earlobe.
What followed was a very cold and icy cold pain.
"Stinky Tongtong. Why don't you say anything yet?"
"Hello, Teacher Tong. I am your cutest and best-behaved good student, Yanyan..."
"Gegege..."
Suddenly I remembered the delicate smile like a silver bell, like the big bell on the bell tower, hitting my ears one after another, and hitting my heart hard one after another.
"snort!"
"You don't even get a response when I call you Teacher Tong. I'm so angry. I don't love you anymore."
A perfect jade head poked out from behind my shoulder, and the snow-white swan neck rested on my shoulder.
The most perfect and flawless jade face that even Emperor Shakti would hang three feet tall and would not hesitate to start a war came into the corner of my eye.
"Qi Yan. Why are you here?"
Just a few inches away, Qiyan's plum blossom-red jade deep in the white snow was carelessly pressed against my down hat, rubbing gently: "Look at you, a stinky little boy who likes the new and hates the old."
The lingering resentment mixed with the soft heart of sadness echoed in the ears softly, like weeping and complaining.
Qiyan's whole body was pressed against my back, Qishang Saixue's hand grasped my right hand and gently stirred the spoon in the medicine jar.
Separated by a thin layer of down hat, as my ears and temples rubbed against each other, my nose was filled with the elegant fragrance of the mountain snow lotus, which filled my intestines with every breath.
"Are you feeling better?"
"If you could come down, I'd probably be healed five minutes earlier."
"Gege."
Qiyan chuckled, pursed her lips and scolded: "No."
"Gegege, I have to rely on you for the rest of my life. I don't want you."
It is obviously the most authentic Yandu dialect, but when it comes out of Qiyan's mouth, there is a refreshing softness of Jiangnan women, which makes people feel like they are in the clouds.
Qiyan only weighs one hundred kilograms, but I can't bear it.
He took a deep breath and straightened his body: "I can hold on for one minute at most."
Qiyan smiled again.
The flowers behind me were shaking wildly, like the protruding hands of a massage chair constantly moving behind my back: "Guess where I went?"
"I can't guess. Ahem..."
"I'm telling you. I went to Ao Island. I caught a big fish. This time, I'm going to be promoted."
