, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Everyone in the village knew that Fat Ya was a fool, and he also knew that she couldn't understand what he said, and he was talking nonsense.
The picture is just that after saying it, I felt a little bit relieved.
There seemed to be a stench still sticking to his fingers. He wiped it on his body in disgust, then stopped looking at the thing that was trying hard to move under Fat Ya's cloudy eyes. He threw out the wild hawthorn in his schoolbag with a sullen face. Without leaving any words, he then bent down to pick up the books scattered on the ground, brushed off the dust on them, carefully put them into his schoolbag, snorted, and strode towards the village without looking back.
Just as we reached the pond dam, a muffled sound of "Poof!" suddenly came from behind, like the sound of something heavy hitting the water.
He stopped in his tracks and his heart sank suddenly.
Immediately, the villagers' panicked shouts rang out from behind: "What's wrong, fat girl couldn't think about it anymore and threw herself into the pond to seek death..."
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Under the old locust tree in the yard, Mrs. Sun rolled up her sleeves, revealing her two thin arms, squatting next to a large wooden basin and immersed in scrubbing the clothes in her hands.
There are more than a dozen people in Lao Yang's family, and except for a few old ones and young ones, they all work in the fields. These clothes are thick and difficult to wash, and they can shake off several kilograms of yellow mud when they are taken off. After soaking in the water, a large basin of water was immediately stirred into a pot of yellow mud soup.
Normally, Ms. Sun would pick up her clothes and wash them by the pond at the entrance of the village. The water in the pond was flowing from Mianniu Mountain behind the village to the east. She can also wash the dishes for lunch at home.
But today is different. Since Qing'er was rescued from the pond yesterday afternoon, she pinched her and poured ginger water on her. She saved her life, but she was not in good condition.
She had a high fever in the middle of the night last night and talked nonsense most of the night. She and Qing'er's father didn't sleep a wink all night, so they stayed by the bedside. As soon as it got light, Qing'er's father went to the village to find Uncle Fu, an old Chinese doctor. It was said that Uncle Fu went to a town thirty miles away yesterday evening. When Qing'er's father came back and talked with her, they both felt that the disease could not be postponed.
Qing'er's father went to discuss it with Grandpa Qing'er, and drove the family's only ox cart to the town to grab medicine.
The past few days have been busy with the autumn harvest, and all the young laborers in the family have been sent to the fields to harvest rice, so she should go as well.
But Qing'er was so ill that she really couldn't let go, so she had to beg Qing'er's grandmother to let her stay at home and do the housework. This morning, she cleaned the yard, shoveled the pig pen, washed the pots and dishes in the kitchen, fed the chickens, ducks and the pig in the backyard. Now she brought the whole family's clothes into the yard to wash them. .
This morning, she went into the house several times to take a look, and every time she touched Qing'er's head and fed her a few sips of tea, the child was burning like a charcoal stove all day long.
Mrs. Sun absentmindedly wrung out the water from the clothes in her hands and threw them into the bamboo basket aside. Then she randomly picked up a piece of dirty clothes from the pile of dirty clothes at her feet and threw them into the basin, and started washing them casually.
He had a worried face on his sallow and thin face. He looked up from time to time to look at the sun that was about to set in the sky. He pricked up his ears and listened to the rumble of the oxcart coming from the front yard. From Changping Village to the nearby Qingshui Town, he came here. It's more than thirty miles away. Qing'er's father has been gone for almost two hours. I guess it's time to come back, right?
After hastily rubbing her clothes, Mrs. Sun stood up, wiped her wet hands on her body, turned around and hurried towards the west wing behind her.
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When Yang Ruoqing woke up, her whole body was sore and her head was still buzzing.
She had just completed an A-level mission and was on the return helicopter.
This is the last mission of her spy career, to deliver an antique calligraphy and painting to an underground toy auction center in Las Vegas.
After completing this order, her agent career will come to a perfect end.
However, the plane encountered severe strong convective weather over the Pacific Ocean. At the moment of the crash, she vaguely remembered that a green light suddenly flew out from the calligraphy and painting and penetrated into her body.
She fell into the sea, and the cold water rushed in from all directions...
She struggled in the water, trying to grab a piece of plane debris floating beside her. Her head finally came out of the water, and fresh air rushed in, causing her to cough violently and sit up straight. body.
The sudden intrusion of light made her eyes sore.
He squinted his eyes slightly, and waited until the pain in his eyes faded, then slowly opened his eyes.
What comes into view is a low and dilapidated house with a thatched roof and cracked walls made of yellow mud. There is not a single decent piece of furniture in the house. There is a faded picture in the corner. In the wardrobe, there was a teapot on the table with a chipped corner, and two earthenware tea bowls with their mouths still chipped. The only stool was missing a leg, and it was supported by a few clay bricks underneath.
The floor inside the house was bumpy and damp, and the smell of mold mixed with the urine from the chamber pot beside the bed filled the house, making her stomach churn.
There is no cold sea water and no plane wreckage. Where is this place that is too dilapidated to be inhabited?
Could it be that she was floating on the sea and was rescued ashore by kind-hearted fishermen?
However, in the 21st century, looking around the world, even the indigenous African people cannot find such a poor place to live, right?
Her eyes swept to a wooden door over there, and wisps of light filtered in through the cracks in the broken door. She opened up the damp and patched quilt covering her body, and was about to get out of bed and go to the door to ask. , his eyes caught sight of a pair of cloth shoes of an indistinguishable color placed in front of the bed, with two holes on the toes.
She shook her head slightly, thinking that having a pair of shoes was better than going barefoot. Just when she stretched out her feet to put on the shoes, something incredible happened.
These fleshy and swollen feet were obviously not her feet.
She was born with a pair of small and exquisite feet, as cute and clear as white jade, and her toenails were as healthy and cute as pink scallops.
But the feet in front of me are rough and thick, and the nails have probably not been taken care of for ten and a half days, right? It was dark inside, and the nails were torn off in two places.
Then, she discovered that her hands were not her original ones.
She is an agent and a top killer in the world. Years of training have left a thick layer of calluses between the fingertips of her hands. But she is a hand control, so even though her fingertips have calluses, the rest of her hands are well maintained, white, smooth, and as delicate as jade.
As for the hands in front of me, the fingers are as thick and short as radishes soaked in water, which is very vulgar.
She touched her facial features again and felt that this face was not hers either.
How is this going?
who is she?
Who am I?
Where is this?
At this moment, a "creak" sound suddenly came from the quiet and dark room, and a gap opened for a person in the dilapidated door. Then, a figure hurriedly opened the door and came in from the outside.
