Escape from the Sly Door [Unlimited Stream]

It wasn't until Shen Mo changed his clothes and put on a dusty pullover and was pulled outside to the field that he felt his soul come back.

Seeing the same landform outside but completely different crops, Shen Mo understood a little bit. The scorching sun shone brightly on the wheat ears all over the ground. A little girl ran over laughingly, and pushed Mo Mo , was grabbed when he almost fell into the farmland.

"Coffin, coffin face..."

The man didn't express any opinion on his address, but someone shouted at the other end: "Dahu, come and pick the seeds."

The coffin face responded and walked there.

"Why are you still standing there, cut the rice quickly." The old woman walked over and stuffed a crescent-shaped sickle into his hand.

Needless to say, Shen Mo has done so many coolies, but he has never done farm work in the countryside. He has done laundry, cooking, washing dishes, and moving goods, but his adoptive mother's house is also outside the [-]th ring road of Beijing, and there is no such thing as a field there.

"God, don't be a fool, then my money is not wasted."

Just when the old woman was about to make a move, a voice saved him in time.

"mom."

The woman seemed to be a little afraid of this tall and thin young man, she rubbed her calloused hands, "It's alright, you can teach this boy, I can't control him..." she murmured while holding the straw rope Step into the field.

Shen Mo watched the man approaching and had many questions in his heart, but knowing the current environment, it was useless to ask anything.

Followed the man to the ground, watched the man pick up the sickle and skillfully grasp the rice at the height of one person with his hands, squatting with his legs apart, the sickle hooked the rice, cut it inward, and with a "click", a handful of rice came down .

And the speed is very fast, cutting one stubble after another, Silent can't help but pick up the sickle, it's just something that looks simple, when he cut it off, he pulled a thin wound on his finger .

The rice cutter in front seemed to feel something, turned around quickly, threw away the sickle in his hand, took the young man's hand, looked at the wound on it, and put it in his mouth without saying a word.

Shen Mo felt the warm mouth, and felt a strange feeling in his heart...

Rice is being harvested in the farmland next door. One is old and the other is young, and the young one is a girl. The two of them also saw the scene here and murmured together, not knowing what to say.

"Okay." The finger was taken out, the man tore a piece of cloth from his pocket, wrapped it around the young man's finger, and tied a knot with a straw at the end, and drove the man aside: "Don't move, let the rest be left behind." I come."

Shen Mo looked at the man's healthier complexion than before, and felt very conflicted. The season in this world is winter, but now looking around, it is autumn, and he has entered the strange world, but what is the situation with the coffin face now... He really can't tell.

Mo Mo found a shady place to sit, watching a group of farmers sweat profusely in the golden rice fields.

Someone walked by picking up threshed rice and muttering from a distance.

"Is this the labor bought by Dahu's family? It looks so white, is it the young master of some family..."

"Looks like a fool, doesn't know anything, and doesn't know what to buy it for..."

"..."

At this time, coffin face, oh, no, Dug, Dug's mother came over, and the old woman became so angry when she saw the young man sitting under the tree enjoying the shade, she took the bamboo hat and slapped her over, "Not yet Get up and cook, this weather is so hot..."

The man over there felt something and turned his head. Seeing that the bamboo hat was just slapped on the ground, he raised his foot and was about to come over when the uncle in the nearby rice field stopped him and said something.

Shen Mo had already stood up and followed the old woman back.

Cooking is very simple.

For Shen Mo who came out early to make a living, he basically buys vegetables and cooks by himself, but there is still a big gap between his current cooking and his previous cooking, firewood... lighting a fire... This is simply a novice, the first time.

In fact, it is not difficult to practice making a fire, but he has to make a fire, take care of the vegetables in the pot, and chop vegetables, so he is very busy.

When the old woman came from the next door, the voice was so crying that it made sense.

"Oh my ancestor, when did the only seedling of our old Du's family work in the kitchen? This is a young life..." When the old woman came in, the man was cutting vegetables, and he put down the knife in his hand , but walked towards the stove, "Xiao Mo hurt his hand, don't let him work."

The old woman's eyes just popped out, "Injured? What happened to an old man who got injured? Did he have a broken hand or is he dead? We spent money to find him, did we buy it as a Buddha offering?" ?"

The man ignored the old woman's yelling, and worked in a muffled voice. Sweat soaked through the vest, outlining the firm texture, and there were dirt on the shoulders from the shoulder pole, revealing the masculine aura that was usually concealed for no reason. come out.

The old woman yelled for a while but didn't see anyone answer her, she said angrily "I can't control you anymore" and went out.

When the dishes were cooked and put them out of the pot, Shen Mo was still thinking, since it is the Paradise, the people here are still "alive", right...

For dinner, there are three dishes and a bowl of soup. It is said that the three dishes are actually pickled stalks, pickled radishes, and fried sausages with dried beans. There is no oily sausage. The soup is egg soup, and there is only one egg in a big pot. , Stir until the broken flowers and broken flowers are all soup.

After the old woman took the last piece of sausage, Mo Mo really wanted to complain about the old woman, even if you eat dirt, you won't die.

Of course, he just thought about it, because he didn't know what was going on now.

At night, he entered the low house again, unexpectedly, the place where he got up this morning was his room, which was also the room of the coffin face.

Seeing the man unscrupulously taking off the vest in front of him, Silence felt a little awkward.

If it wasn't necessary, the coffin face in the past basically wouldn't undress like this in front of others, and the same bed thing happened once in the Xixia Oasis Tavern, but his mentality was different at that time...

The man spoke behind his back: "There is only one room here besides Mom's room."

Is this an explanation?

Shen Mo couldn't help but said: "Coffin face, how much do you...remember?" He knew that Coffin Face's memory has always been bad, and it's good for someone who has lived for so long and traveled back and forth between different worlds and this world without being insane, But thinking of Charlene and Lu Ke... He always felt that things were more complicated.

The man turned his head and gave him a deep look with his black eyes. He didn't say anything, and took out a basin directly.

Silence's heart skipped a beat... There was an ominous premonition... This coffin face... won't remember what he did to Charlene...

The man went out for a while, and he was silent in the room when he heard the sound of rushing water outside, and suddenly he felt uncomfortable. He had been in the rice fields for so long, and when he came back, he was smoky and roasted. itch.

I couldn't help but sighed, people, it's really easy to be rich, but hard to return to poverty.

When the man came back, he came in with a basin of water, and said silently, "Where can I take a bath? I want to take a bath."

The man didn't say a word, he brought the tub to his feet, and went to get another towel...

Well, he got it...

After wiping and washing his feet, the man went out and fetched water from another basin after a while, and handed it to Silence who was dazed.

"Wipe your face, go to the market tomorrow, and I'll buy you something."

Silence almost concluded that the coffin face had memories, but he didn't know how many memories he had now.

After the young man finished washing, the man blew out the candles. It was still a bit cold at night. Maybe it was because the two angry men didn’t need a quilt. The only quilt in the house was given to the old woman, and there was only one blanket in the room. In the middle of the night, for some reason, Mo Mo felt very cold, that kind of cold and gloomy feeling.

Mo Mo woke up from the cold, opened his eyes, and felt something was wrong.

this cold...

A hand suddenly stretched out beside him and pulled him into an embrace, wide and warm.

"Go to sleep."

The voice above the head is as usual, with a deep and ethereal voice.

Silence moved his stiff feet.

The next second, both feet were hooked again, stuffed between a pair of strong calves, and were tightly clamped...

"Is it still cold?"

A man's low voice came from above his head again.

Silence's face turned red with a whoosh.

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The next day was indeed the day of the bazaar that Coffin Face had mentioned last night.

Early in the morning, Shen Mo almost quarreled with that unreasonable old woman because of going to the market.

Mo Mo wanted to go to the market to find out the situation, but the old woman wanted him to stay at home and work. In the end, the man came back from the outside, took him by the hand and led him out.

Going to the market in the town not only requires a long walk, but also electric tricycles to reach the destination. In order to save costs, there are four to five people on each electric tricycle, and they made five people in one car In addition to the two of them, there are two women and an old man. The soil without pouring cement is full of potholes. With the bumps of the three wheels, people's buttocks hurt from time to time. Standing up, feeling the touch under the butt turned into a hard muscle, he blinked silently, his expression blank.

"Dahu, you are so kind to this foreigner." The girl with the shofar braid held the iron pole in her hand and said with a pouted.

Silence is a big deal, but what the two girls in front of me did was too obvious. One put her back on the coffin face and poured several layers of flour on her face, and the other got on the car and was going to be next to the coffin face. He was so crowded that he couldn't see unless he was blind.

Oh no, one of them was blind.

From beginning to end, he turned a blind eye to the behavior of these two girls.