My paper people are all Long Aotian

In the steaming heat, white and fat dumplings popped out one by one. Xiaoxi put down the dumplings in his hand, took out the bowl, and filled out the first bowl.

The four villains looked at him at the same time, not knowing where to go with the bowls in their hands.

This happens every time, Zhuang Xi is really bald, destined to make one person happy and make the three little people sulky.

In fact, there is no need to be so serious about such a small matter.

Xiaoxi reluctantly put down the bowl in his hand, filled three more bowls and put them on the table together, "Get it yourself."

The first bowl was won by Zeze.

Frustrated, he picked up the second night, "You have amazing hands."

Xiaoxi laughed out loud, the long hands are of course remarkable.

Yangyang lowered her head in embarrassment.

Li Li took the third night, the slowest by far. He stayed in the mine for a day and went to pick wild vegetables with him. Jie Jie was tired. He took a slow step forward and came to the table.

Xiaoxi added a few more chubby dumplings to the bowl, and Mimi smiled at Yuanyuan, "Yuanyuan has worked hard, eat more."

Covered by the heat, Yuan Yuan seemed to smile, but the smile was fleeting.

The four villains are holding the bowl, like holding a baby.

Xiaoxi: "Eat."

He ordered another pot of dumplings, and there were cold dishes, watermelon juice and strawberry juice on the table, which neutralized the heat of the dumplings, which was perfect for summer nights.

Some people use spoons, some use chopsticks, roll the white and fat wild vegetable dumplings in vinegar, put them in their mouths and take a bite, the wrapped mountain grass explodes in the mouth in an instant, fresh and delicious.

After the four villains ate the first one, their speed became much faster.

Xiaoxi looked at them with a smile, surrounded by happiness and satisfaction, and tasted the sweet taste in this summer night.

For a moment, he thought that it would be fine if he stayed in the game forever like this.

The stars in the sky light up one by one, under the vast starry sky, the wind is gentle, there are dumplings with palm temperature, sandy and sweet watermelon juice, sweet and sour strawberry juice, crisp and refreshing side dishes, and accompanying The person who smiles and bends his eyes around him.

Tracing little by little to form the most moving fireworks painting.

The simple and extreme aroma of home-cooked meals, the occasional chuckle, and the continuous sound of insects were sent into the room by the evening wind.

The little man on the bed moved his fingers.

Soon the second pot of dumplings was cooked. Zhuang Xi filled a bowl with a glass of watermelon juice, came to the room and sat by the bed.

He looked at the villain for a while, and the first sentence was very soft, for fear of shocking him, "Obviously, I made dumplings, and the dumplings were filled with wild vegetables that Yuan Yuan and I went up the mountain to pick, and eggs were added."

Xiaoxi: "I've never made dumplings before. I found a video on the Internet and practiced it a few times. It seems to be okay."

Xiaoxi: "Mingming, do you want to eat?"

He has obviously been here for so many days and hasn't eaten anything. It was inconvenient to operate outside the game before. Zhuang Xi fed him much less water. Even if he drank it, it was only water.

Fearing that something might happen to his body, Zhuang Xi tried to find a way to let him eat some.

Xiaoxi took off his shoes and went to bed, and helped Mingming up to lean on him.

"Obviously, this dumpling is delicious. The dumpling filling is freshly picked fresh wild vegetables. It's permeable and fresh. Would you like to eat one while it's hot?"

The voice of a young spring sounded in my ears, gurgling and flowing into my heart.

Leaning on his body, it seems as if you can still smell the sunshine and the breath of vegetation in the mountains and forests, and the steady beating of your heart creates a peaceful little world.

The moon is shining brightly, and everything is as beautiful as a dream.

This peaceful little world gently pulls Mingming's clothes, inviting him to come in.

Come in, come in, you will be treated tenderly, embraced in a warm embrace, pulled into a paradise, no longer need to be supported by one person, and no longer need to be tortured out of your mind.

Mingming's eyelashes trembled violently, and his small hand grabbed the corner of the person beside him.

Want to follow him.

Xiaoxi: "There are many kinds of wild vegetables on the mountain. They have a unique taste. After I spent a lot of time, I thought that the wild vegetables with sharp green leaves were the best match with the reddish wild vegetables with thorns. I chopped them together and added egg liquid. I didn't expect it to be so delicious. tasty."

Xiaoxi: "Mingming, you should try it."

Xiaoxi puts the dumplings next to Mingming's mouth, and he purposely makes the second pot of dumplings smaller, so that he can eat them in one bite.

Eyelashes fluttered open, eyes drooping.

As far as the eye can see, the dumpling is close to the lips, and the heat from the top is transferred to the lips. The thin dumpling skin faintly reveals the green color inside, which cannot cover the abundant summer atmosphere inside.

Xiaoxi: "Mingming, you can eat one."

Patient and gentle words linger in my ears.

No one can refuse.

The mouth on which the dumpling rested slowly opened, gently biting the dumpling.

Xiaoxi behind him didn't see his slightly opened eyes, but saw him eating a dumpling.

Maybe it's because he hasn't eaten for a long time, he chews very slowly, his cheeks are puffed up, he looks a little stiff, and a saliva overflows from his mouth.

[Obviously mood value +3. 】

A little touch rose in my heart.

It's great to be able to eat.

He must have liked it very much. He reached out to wipe away the water overflowing from Mingming's mouth. For people who haven't eaten for a long time, it's a normal phenomenon to eat a very favorite food for the first time.

Xixi took the watermelon juice on the table, put it in a small spoon and put it near Mingming's mouth, "This is the watermelon juice squeezed from the watermelon we just picked in the field."

The sweet smell of watermelon lingered in the nose, the villain opened his mouth, the sweet and not greasy juice, wrapped in the rustling watermelon flesh, was drawn into the esophagus together.

It seems that I have eaten the whole summer in my stomach.

[Obviously mood value +3. 】

The villain's eyes were not fully opened, and he took small mouthfuls, like a baby eating for the first time, eating slowly, earnestly and piously.

The hearts of those who watched were softened.

When Zhuang Xi put the fifth dumpling near his mouth, the little man didn't open his mouth, and he fell asleep peacefully again.

Xiaoxi got off the bed, and when he was about to leave, he found that he was tightly clutching the corner of his clothes, obviously unconsciously, but his fingers turned white with such force.

Perhaps, he has some consciousness?

Sitting on the bed, Xiaoxi received another new email. In the holographic game, the new email was a real letter. Xiaoxi then grabbed his clothes and began to read the new will.

Clear Will 3:

The happiest time of my life was before I was eight years old.

I ran chasing the wind on the hillside, rolled wantonly on the grass, and swam freely in the river.

I go to catch cicadas at night in the summer night, catch fish in the river during the day, grow flowers with my grandpa, listen to my mother's reading, eat pine nuts peeled by my grandma, and listen to a long story.

The sound of cicadas is long, and the moon is full in the middle of the moon.

When I was enjoying the cool in the summer night, my grandfather asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I always had a headache. I wanted to be an agronomist and a writer.

They are all my favorites, and I can't let go of each one.

I asked my grandfather, "Can I choose two majors in university?"

Grandpa smiled and said, "Of course."

I believed it, because my grandfather used to be a university teacher, so of course his words are credible.

Grandpa and grandma are the greatest people in my heart. They quit the jobs that everyone admired, left the bustling city, and brought their mentally ill mother and me, who was not sensible, to live in this quiet small city. .

For us, throw away fame, wealth and prosperity, and live in poverty all your life.

Under the starry sky, grandma waved her fan and said, "Because we are a family. There is no sacrifice in the family, only the expression of love."

"Obviously, we are living happily now, aren't we?"

I looked at my mother who was holding flowers and smiled silly, and nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

Very happy, very happy, the most extreme form of happiness I can think of.

I love it all.

Later, I really chose two majors, business administration and finance.

The first time I went to school was a university. When I was 14 years old, I took the admission notice and looked at the university campus with people coming and going with a blank face, accepting the major I had decided on.

Before that, I was studying in a closed room. Every day, teachers from various subjects came to teach me without emotion, from sunrise to sunset.

I have never seen them smile, they are like robots, routinely leave after class.

Except for the "family" I saw when I first came, I didn't see them or other people except the servants. From the age of eight to 14, the room was empty during the day and the world was cold at night.

I was afraid of a claustrophobic room, but after leaving that claustrophobic room, I was at a loss as to what to do.

From the age of eight to the age of 14, I learned all kinds of knowledge and loyalty to the family, from the age of 14 to learning human relations, from darkness to a dazzling light.

Enter the company from the beginning and learn how to make money.

I became more and more dazzling, and my grandfather said that I was indeed a genius, unlike my mother who killed her husband.

"As expected of a member of our Xu family." Except for the other half of the blood in my body, grandpa is satisfied with me in every way, so satisfied that it makes uncles hideous.

I can only work harder.

His words are never just compliments, the slight threat in the compliments is what he really wants to express. He said that his mother is actually mentally healthy, and no one is allowed to say that she is a crazy woman, and the doctor can identify it.

The fairy-like mother is very happy now. She returns to her girlhood, reads her favorite love poems, and imagines her beautiful love. She cannot go to prison.

Grandpa and Grandma had quit their jobs, and they were getting older and couldn't take a harder blow.

I want them to live safely in a world free from conflict and harm.

For this reason, I can be locked up for several years, and I can be tireless. Whenever I think of them and the yard, I can regenerate vitality in my tired body, supporting my exhausted body to move on.

Grandma said that there is no sacrifice in the family, only the expression of love, and my expression of love is to move forward silently and support their years of peace.

I have more and more right to speak, and my status in the family and the group is getting higher and higher, and I can even go back and see them myself.

Grandpa and grandma's hair started to turn gray, but they smiled peacefully. Mom was as beautiful as ever, and the small city was still beautiful.

It's all worth it.

I continued to walk in my armor, and I began to be surrounded by stars at family gatherings. I thought maybe in a few years, I would be able to go back and live with them.

I was preparing secretly, but I never expected that when I came back, there was no laughter and laughter, and what greeted me was a house that had been burned to ashes by the fire, and blood that could not be burned away on the stone.

Mom's favorite books were burned to ashes, and all the flowers raised by grandpa withered.

They said that there was a big fire here two years ago, the fire was so big that the old people inside had no time to run away, and it was already too late when they came.

The vitality in the body was sucked away, and the family that was struggling to maintain was reduced to ashes, like a joke with only a tragic color.

A few minutes ago, I happily told the driver that the mountain flowers are beautiful, the dumplings are delicious, the old man is knowledgeable and kind, and the beauty is quiet and laughs.

I forgot what I said, I think I've been crazy since I held the stone in my arms.

You have to compensate me and accompany them.

I went back as if nothing had happened, and used all the resources at hand to investigate secretly, confirming that the guess in my heart was true.

Over the years of planning, I have accumulated bargaining chips, and I set up little by little to destroy this filthy family.

I quietly watched the building collapse little by little, and when I was about to exit, I saw the old man who was about to leave again. He was lying on the hospital bed dying, and when he was dying, he told me where my mother was buried.

I found that place, and she was buried in the villa where I was locked up for six years when I was a child, and I was locked in again.

This time, there were no ten teachers, no sunlight, and only one dumb food delivery man. He passed the cold and hard food through the crack of the door, and then left silently.

It's too quiet here, there is no human voice, it's so quiet that it can drive people crazy.

It was dark and cold, and the forest was heavy with steam.

I don't know how long I was locked up, maybe five years or more, I don't know how long I haven't seen anyone, I can only see a row of gloomy tablets of the dead.

They want me to understand who I am under the watchful eyes of my ancestors. Day by day, when the lights are on and off, I will not be able to remember who I am.

I don't know if I'm still normal. Before I can maintain some clarity and distinguish between dreams and reality, I have to do one more thing.

If I succeed, I'll go out into the sun, rub my eyes, which I don't want to be as dead as here, and go back to the grass where I run.

if i fail...

You who read this will, can you bury me in a place full of flowers?

Outside the window, after eating and packing up, a few small people were secretly sitting under the window, not making a sound to avoid being discovered, and the outside of the window became even quieter.

The moonlight is faint and the night is soft.

Zhuang Xi was stunned for a long time.

The hem of his clothes was still tightly clenched, and Xiaoxi couldn't stretch out his hand to pull him off.

Obviously he shouldn't want to be alone in a room, swallowed by loneliness, which has been the case for most of his life.

I want to be alone.

Want to hear people talk, no matter what is said.

Xiaoxi got off the bed, the hem of his clothes was still being pulled, he bent over and said to Mingming: "Mingming, I'm going to carry you on my back, let go first."

He whispered twice before the little hand showed any signs of loosening. Taking advantage of his looseness, Xiaoxi pulled his hand off the corner of his clothes, instead of breaking free from him, he pulled his hand down and placed it on the On one side, but after the corner of the clothes he was holding tightly was pulled away, he kept holding his hand.

With no hem and hands, even for a minute, he would not let his anxiety be disturbed.

Holding Mingming's hand, Xiaoxi squatted beside the bed and carried him on his back.

After standing up suddenly, Xiaoxi almost fell, and quickly held on to the table to stabilize his figure.

I used to carry villains in games, as long as I have physical strength, I can easily carry them back without feeling tired or heavy. In holographic games, this is true.

Every villain is taller and heavier than him.

Xiaoxi took a deep breath, and stopped knowingly after taking two steps.

He stood in the room and shouted, "Far, can I borrow your wheelchair?"

The four villains outside scattered and ran away.

There was no sound for a long time, when Xiaoxi came out with Mingming on his back, the wheelchair was just at the door, Xiaoxi put Mingming on the wheelchair and heaved a sigh of relief.

He pushed Mingming in the wheelchair, and first went to Bao Bao's to buy a pair of short-sleeved shorts for hot springs.

Then he pushed the elephant back and walked up the mountain, "Isn't it uncomfortable to lie down for so long? Let's go to the hot spring."

Fortunately, the hot spring hut is at the lower half of the mountain, and the road is relatively flat, otherwise the creek might be tired.

Holographic games also have their downsides.

Hum Chi Hun Chi pushed Ming Ming out of the hut, the creek wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was shivered by the mountain wind, the night on the mountain was still a bit cool.

Open the door, pick up the villain in the wheelchair, and put it on the grass by the hot spring. The creek is a bit difficult.

If it wasn't for the holographic game, Zhuang Xi might still be able to help Mingming change clothes, but now it's a bit uncomfortable.

The hot spring is automatically adjusted with time. It is not so hot in spring and summer, but there is still a layer of mist. Obviously, the tips of the hair are dyed wet, the face is pale, the thin lips are tightly pressed, and the slight breath is blowing on the hand of Xiaoxi.

He was still in a coma, Xiaoxi wanted to unbutton it, but he froze at the neckline.

I can't do it anymore.

Xiaoxi: "Mingming, don't be nervous, I'll help you change your clothes, I, I will close my eyes."

Xiaoxi stepped back a little and really closed his eyes.

It was the first time to really help others change clothes, and my fingers were a little stiff. After undoing the first button, because I couldn't see it, my fingers could only explore a little bit downward.

Suddenly he was held by a hand.

Xiaoxi opened his eyes.

In the lingering mist, those eyes that gave people a sense of security were staring at him. I don't know if the water vapor has entered the eyes, or because I haven't opened them for a long time, I feel a little uncomfortable, and the ends of the eyes are a little moist and reddish.

Because of this wet redness, those eyes became very different.

A veil-like mist rose in front of them and curled up. His eyes did not change due to the swaying mist. He passed through the mist and looked intently at the creek.

"I'll do it," he said, his voice hoarse and soft.

Dumbness is due to not speaking for a long time.

The reason for being gentle is that Xiaoxi feels that no matter how vigorous and aggressive he was before, he is a gentle person in his bones.

Carrying everything silently, gently supporting the family, the years are quiet and good.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the hand in his hand. After a long time, he put it back to Xiaoxi's side.

He started to unbutton the second button, then paused for a moment.

Xiaoxi reacted suddenly, quickly put the hot spring clothes in front of him, and turned around.

There was the rustling sound of cloth rubbing behind him. Xiaoxi looked at the hot spring water and patted his face. Even on the mountain in summer night, it was a little hot.

When there was no sound behind him, Xiaoxi turned around and found that the villain had fallen asleep again.

Zhuang Xi is full of helplessness, what is the problem with Ming Ming?Dozed off?

Fortunately, the clothes are changed.

Xiaoxi entered the hot spring first. I have to say that soaking in the hot spring is really comfortable. After the holographic game is activated, what Zhuangxi wants to experience most is the hot spring in the mountains.

Although it is summer now, there is still cold air on the mountain at night, and the warm spring water passes over the body, dispelling the cold air and tiredness just right.

Hot springs can increase physical strength, and it turns out to be in this comfortable way.

Moved Mingming down, leaned against the wall stone at the edge of the hot spring, Xiaoxi sat opposite him and talked to him, "Mingming, the sky above our heads is full of stars."

The comfortable temperature of the hot spring can penetrate into the blood, making people sigh comfortably, and there is a reassuring voice in the ear.

"Looking out from the opposite window, you can see the moonlight illuminating the opposite ridge."

"Obviously, did you hear the sound of grass and insects? One after another, the sound is sparse."

The voice is as soft as the night, caressing away the vicissitudes of life.

After soaking quietly for a while and relaxing, Xiaoxi said: "Obviously, have you been lying down for a long time, and your body will become stiff if you lie for too long without moving. I will massage for you."

Because before approaching, Xiaoxi first explained that his movements were not abrupt and did not give people a sense of sudden panic. In addition, his movements were gentle, treating the person opposite him like a wounded cub, and when his hands fell, he was only gentle.

The person who is pressed can only press the post.

The reassuring hand pressed lightly on the joints of his limbs, leaving a little spark, and the warmth spread all over the limbs. The cold ancestral hall and the dark room all faded in memory.

Being carried to the softest and warmest place in the sun, the cub shivered and curled up, willing to turn over and let go of its bluffing paws.

Fingers opened the tense joints, the spring water flowed through the stiff and cold skin, the voice in the ear blended with the night, "Obviously, do you remember the poem I read to you? "I want to live with you in a small town" .”

"We live in a small town now. This small town is magical and beautiful. Most importantly, it is peaceful and will not be disturbed by outsiders."

"Is it okay to live here in the future? Let's go together."

"In spring, we planted seeds all over the mountains and fields. In summer, all the flowers bloomed. In the evening, we held watermelons together and watched the flowers bloom in the cool breeze. In autumn, we went to the mountains to pick up fallen leaves, and in winter, we built snowmen together."

The painting of the four seasons he sketched, one can see the stable end at a glance, and unconsciously, various throbbing imaginations arise in his chest.

Accompanied by gentle fingers, gently pressing between the scalp, while pressing to activate the blood vessels, the touch of touching is softer than clouds full of sunshine.

Everything forms a peaceful and soft world.

He is not tall, but he can give people a sense of peace of mind. By his side, you don't have to be a person who has to bear everything. He will gently unload the heavy things on him, regardless of status or age. Be a carefree cub curled up in the warmth in his arms.

[Obviously mood value +10. 】

【Obviously like all of this. 】

Xiaoxi smiled happily and rolled his eyes.

The wind was a little stronger at night, but the hot spring was still peaceful and warm. A few fireflies flew into the window and landed on the grass by the hot spring.

Zhuang Xi felt something in his heart, looked at the villain in front of him, and said his thoughts directly, "Obviously, let me sing you a song."

After finishing speaking, he actually regretted a bit. It can be said that he has never sung in front of others formally.

After the age of seven, he became a mute and could not even make a sound, let alone sing.

Before the age of seven, no one heard him sing.

In fact, he can sing. He learned from the teacher in the class and sang earnestly in his seat, shaking his head, his weak voice was drowned in the loud singing in the class, and the stream merged into the ocean of sound, silently.

It has been more than ten years, and he still remembers the gentle rhythm and simple lyrics, but he doesn't know what it is like to sing.

But he has said it.

The intensity of the massage on his hands became lighter, Xiaoxi looked at the fireflies on the grass, and his throat vibrated slightly.

After tens of thousands of silences, voices gurgled out, blending into the endless night.

"Fireflies fireflies fly slowly..."

"In summer night, in summer night, the wind blows gently..."

"Children who are afraid of the dark, sleep peacefully."

In the quiet summer night, the sound sounds slowly, reminiscent of the leaves in the forest collecting sunlight, the tender grass absorbing the rain and dewdrops, and the breeze blowing through the forest and grassland.

The unskilled singing made the atmosphere the best, making people wonder how there is such a beautiful corner of the world.

At the beginning, the singing was not smooth enough, but at the end, the emotion and voice were just right, and it slid down smoothly into the sea of ​​hearts, and everything returned to the soft tranquility.

Xiaoxi bumped into a pair of heavy eyes when he turned his head.

Mingming stretched out his hand with all his strength, and landed on Xiaoxi's vocal cords.

The eyes are soft and want to water.

I don't know how to express his raging love.