I'm doing shopping in the original

"It's raining."

Yan is not in the tribe recently, and he has a little affection for the market. When spring came, he took Liu Jun back to clean up the hut that he hadn’t lived in for a long time. Stone mills and the like are often disturbed by people, so it does not seem to be occupied by wild animals after the wildfire in the tribe, and they still maintain an empty appearance.

Yan Xiaowang studied pharmacology with his father. He didn't save a few people, but he made a lot of brooms. After all, he needed to take care of many herbs and edible weeds, and he had to separate meaningless beams and branches.Many young weeds can be eaten. Once they are old, they will be tough and strong. Take a thin wooden stick and tie it with a rope. It is the roughest broom. If it is soft, it can also be used as a duster.

This is probably taught by Yan. Yan Xiaowang will always come up with some small inventions from time to time, which are neither very useful nor useless. Amber will adopt some things when she sees the need, and some are just for children to play. Take it to heart.

Going back to clean this time, Yan Xiaowang went back with the basket with the broom.

Uro didn't really care about this kind of thing at first, but there were three people living there, and they were all used to being lively. If two people go out at once, they are still the most noisy, so it is inevitable that they feel a little lonely.

The plastic film on the glass window was torn by Yan Xiaowang at some point. He looked out through the window, but he didn't see any good scenery, only the dripping rain curtain gathered into a line. Tree walls get in the way.In the primitive life, basically the only thing worth admiring is the beautiful scenery. Now even this cannot be satisfied. Uro sighed, straightened up, and decided to pick up the broom and sweep the floor.

He was not born to do this kind of work, and just touched the handle of the broom when he heard yelling and chattering outside, which matched the sound of rain like thunder from heaven.

Doubts arose in Wu Luo's heart, he pushed the door and went out, looking far away, only to see a stumbling figure running out of the cave, limping, either Hua or Long, but it seems that such stupidity is likely to be the latter, if Hua comes out The cave must be covered with grass, and it is not an exaggeration to call someone for help. When Xisi disappeared, he even sent a child to find him. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is cunning.

Someone was calling in the cave, someone was calling at the door of the house, and with the sound of the rain, I couldn’t hear clearly. Wuluo’s eyes were not good, but his ears were easy to use. He listened carefully and heard a few words clearly: "My wooden board is not gone."

Long screamed, probably because he didn't expect the spring rain to come so quickly and urgently. He tossed and turned in the rain, like a poet who was lost in love and turned upside down after being drunk, dazzled people's eyes.

A big black umbrella suddenly appeared, and it was Hu Po who came out. Her expression was not good, and she knew that the straw sandals she was wearing must be completely wet under such a heavy rain. Her face looks good.The black umbrella used to shield Uro from the wind and rain, it was his weapon and his shelter, it was later used to store fruit, hung in the house like a bat hanging upside down, and later it was used to bind wire and rope, Those who can do more work, and also helped to experiment with colorful colors.

Wu Luo has never asked Amber to get it back. Seeing that it is finally on the right track today, making good use of its light and heat as an umbrella, it can't help being moved for no reason. It feels wet and cold in the eye sockets, blinking quickly from the rain, and continuing to watch the show.

In the tribe, only Hu Po has an umbrella—although Uro also has one, but he seldom goes out on rainy days, saying that his body is no longer young, and he is prone to rheumatism after being exposed to the rain for a long time.

No one knew what rheumatism was. Seeing that he said it seriously, and rainy days were indeed inconvenient, and no one forced him, no one knew whether he had an umbrella or not.

"Long, what did you lose?" Amber calmed down. A big black umbrella opened up the sky and earth on top of her. Long, who was wet, felt that there was no need for it, after all, Long was wet.

Long fumbled in the soil dejectedly. His hands were covered with wet mud, which was quickly washed away by the water. He lowered his head and said, "Two logs fell."

Amber was silent for a moment, knelt down to search with him, and said with a little irritability, "Why didn't you put it away?"

"I can't let it go anymore." Long was also a little aggrieved, "The witch's house is not allowed to enter, and it used to be outside."

Hu Po was speechless, she sighed heavily, wanted to ask Long why she didn't put it in the cave, and remembered that there were many captives living in the cave, Long and the others didn't want to show the process of building the car to those people, and they kept it secret.She didn't think it was bad, but after thinking about it, it seemed that the building of the house should be arranged as soon as possible, so she continued to help Long find it.

The wood is not small, and you can find it quickly. It is a connected plank. The joints are swelled and stuck together. Long planned to separate it. The strength of the person's neck is used to break it apart.Seeing his blushing and thick neck, Amber was puzzled, so she asked, "Long, what's wrong with you?"

The sound of rain bounced on the umbrella, one of the ribs of the umbrella was broken, and she staggered open her mouth tremblingly, and accidentally fell and hooked Amber's hair. He brushed his hair, felt breathless in his chest for a while, and couldn't speak.

"Hmm—" Long almost used all his breastfeeding strength, but couldn't dismantle the two connected boards, his face flushed red, "It's stuck."

Amber didn't understand, so she slapped him on the head and said angrily, "If it's stuck, it's stuck, if it's useful, just take a stone and smash it out!"

"Huh?" Long was stunned for a moment, then suddenly screamed strangely, "It's stuck!"

He jumped up happily, smashed the fragile umbrella bone, excitedly lifted the muddy log and rushed back into the rain, shouting loudly, "Xiaoku! Hua! It's stuck!" ! The wood is stuck!"

Amber stood there dumbstruck, with mud dots scattered all over her body, she was holding an umbrella, her hands were shaking, she didn't look too cold.

Oh, it seems that someone is going to be unlucky.

Uro looked at the record of prehistoric human development that was staged from time to time, sighed with emotion, and wished to be accompanied by a commentary, but unfortunately there was no audience present, so he could only enjoy it by himself.This bleak heavy rain seems to be able to stir people's emotions. He misses Yan very much. If the other party is here, at least they can bicker. The moral bottom line of the two of them can retreat to the point where the current law is ashamed when it comes to targeting each other. Degree.

In short, there is no bottom line at all.

Probably aware of Wu Luo's longing, Yan rode home on a wolf during the interval between Chun Yu's last breath, followed by a disgraced little fat man, running and jumping, wishing to go to the world.Wu Luo is very happy. He has learned the ability to control the weight in the past 30 years. He can't compete with Hu Po and the others, so he can only reluctantly experiment on Yan. What a lover does is to stare and admit defeat, which makes his vanity expand infinitely.

"Uro—"

Before the person arrived, the sound came first. Yan Xiaowang rushed into his arms like a small cannonball. Wu Luo avoided it skillfully. Being aggressive will only lead to early death.He was kind, looking at Yan Xiaowang who had fled to nothing, touched his head with a smile, and handed the broom placed in the door frame to the energetic little doll, with a soft and harmless voice; "Come on, go and sweep the floor."

Yan Xiaowang was punctured, so he took the broom that was taller than him aggrievedly, and watched Wu Luo greet Yan with a smiling face. Before he had time to be jealous of the differential treatment, Yan's face became very ugly.

So Yan Xiaowang felt a little happy again. Although he was not picked up by Wu Luo, at least he did not become like his father. There is also a food chain in the family. Anyone who is deflated will feel gratified to find a comrade.

If he is lucky enough to survive until it is published, he can write a book "Youth Crusoe" for himself, and shorten a few words as appropriate to avoid copyright disputes.

People say that Xiaobie is better than newlyweds, and there is probably some truth to it. Wuluo and Yan finished greeting each other according to the usual practice—their way of getting along came from Yan's provocation. As a result, human beings were turned down. Since then, the flames of war have been difficult to subdue. After all, when the grievances will be repaid, Xiao Wang can only watch the fun.

"I haven't seen you for a few days." Wu Luo made a gesture of Xizi holding his heart, full of emotion, and finally got back to business, "You really look more and more beautiful."

Yan sneered, and said slowly, "You can see how much harm it is to marry a stubborn man."

"Oh?" Wu Luo thought seriously. He kept his eyes straight, covered Yan Xiaowang's ears, and smiled under the dew dripping from the branches. The head saw his mouth open and close, and the omnipotent father on the other side suddenly blushed. He couldn't tell whether he was angry or happy, and just looked at Wu Luo quietly.

"I thought you were the only one who knew how soft my mouth was."

Yan Xiaowang didn’t understand why his father and Wu Luo’s way of getting along was different from ordinary people. He could only see the light shining, clouds drifting across the sky, his eyes suddenly darkened, his vision was covered by his big palm, and only his nose could smell and spit out some damp heat. breath.

Why don't you just gag my mouth too!

Yan Xiaowang yelled angrily, but he didn't hear the kiss in the light wind and drizzle.

"I am back."

"Ah."

Yan's words are not as tough as Wu Luo's, so he often falls into a situation where he can't turn around. However, when he doesn't speak, he is always irresistible, whether it is emotionally or forcefully.

With the other hand, he pinched Wu Luo's neck, and kissed him softly and slowly, with the half chill left by the spring rain.

Uro breathed lightly, his chest rose and fell slowly, and he was speechless for a while.

Yan himself has acted recklessly, so he can calmly criticize and educate him, "Children can't hear well."

"You also know?" Wu Luo was very happy, his breath was not moving smoothly, he felt that he had just run an 8000-meter marathon, he was dizzy, and his hands almost fell from Yan Xiaowang's ears.

Yan self-examined, "Probably because you drool too much."

Uro "...you're right, marrying a hard-talking man does bring a lot of harm."