Fang Zhai more than ten acres [system]

At the age of 19, he was in full bloom, and died in the spring.

Cause of death: Respiratory distress due to hypoxia.

Oooh!

Just as soon as his mind wandered, he was bitten immediately. Although he didn't really exert much force, it was enough to call someone's thoughts of running a horse.

This bite, after all, can make people breathe... Yu Rong took the opportunity to take a deep breath of air, and the next moment, his mouth was gagged again.

hold back!

Sticky, ambiguous.Obviously it was an extremely charming atmosphere, Yu Rong suddenly remembered an old incident several years ago.

That was... when I was in the first year of high school, or the second year of high school?

His back desk is a sports student. He is 1.8 meters tall and has a burly build. He has a strange hobby, like reading girls' books.

One time, a sports student sneaked through a new issue of girls' books in class, so he asked him a question: How long does it take to eat a bowl of noodles?

He thought about it seriously for a while, and because he didn't eat too many noodles usually, he was a little uncertain for a while, so he replied that it would not exceed 10 minutes.

The silly man laughed very wretchedly after hearing this, and praised his ability and ability.It made him confused, and after questioning, he learned that this inexplicable question was a test question in girls' books to judge the duration of kissing.

At that time, I only felt that the stupid man was poisoned by the girls' books, which made people very speechless.

At this moment, Yu Rong suddenly remembered the old things, while feeling how the air in his lungs was getting thinner, and at the same time, he thought of——

Brother Xin has been eating this bowl of noodles for too long.

Don't be afraid, are your lips and tongue swollen, or your lips are worn out?

Nie Xinzhi is probably not afraid.

"wait wait wait--"

After a lot of effort, Yu Rong finally pushed the man away, tried to ignore the hot eyes that seemed to ignite the air, and cleared his throat: "Brother hasn't eaten all night, why don't you eat something first, so as not to hurt you?" Stomach."

Nie Xinzhi trapped the person in front of his chest for the second time: "No problem."

"Don't!" Yu Rong opened a little distance with his hands in time, and his tone was urgent and quick, "Why rush this moment..." Facing those dark eyes, he unconsciously coughed lightly, his expression was erratic, " Anyway, it will be night in a few hours..."

As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller.

Nie Xinzhi's eyes, which had never been emotionless, aroused a little bit of splendor.

Yu Rong couldn't help looking away, and with fever in his ears, he whispered more and more: "It's just right, I'll make some... moisturizing ointment in the air conditioner."

Nie Xinzhi interjected, "I have."

Yu Rong was silent for a while, and then said again: "I gave it to you last time, right? Over time, the effectiveness of the ointment will deteriorate," said in a serious and professional tone, "Recently, I have figured out a better one. Fang Zi...Maybe you can give it a try?"

Nie Xin was finally convinced.

There was a flash of warmth on the lips, and Yu Rong suddenly felt that the strength that bound him was loosened.

Yu Rong, who had returned to "freedom", silently gathered his clothes, got off the bed, tidied up some messy hair and body, and led Nie Xinzhi, who had already packed up, to the kitchen to find something to eat.

In front of the small charcoal stove, Zhao Zhuyin, who also seemed to have just gotten up, was gorging on the big bowl.

Hearing the movement at the door, Lang Wei looked up, with a smile on his face, and was about to open his mouth to say hello, when suddenly, as if he was frightened, his breath got stuck in his throat, making him cough non-stop.

Yu Rong paused slightly, glanced at the open casserole on the small charcoal stove, saw that brother Zhu Yin was talking non-stop there, suddenly he was a little speechless, and turned to Nie Xinzhi: "How about I cook some food again? "

"No need to trouble." Nie Xinzhi said, "Go and do your own work, I will take care of myself."

Yu Rong didn't react for a while, and replied: "There is nothing to be busy..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was promptly reminded: "Ointment."

"..."

All right.The promise I made...

Brother Xin is not an outsider, so he doesn't need to entertain him politely, so he said: "Then I'm going to the medicine room."

"Doctor Little Fish..."

Hearing the sound, Yu Rong turned around and looked at Lang Wei suspiciously.

Zhao Zhuyin laughed dryly: "No, nothing."

Yu Rong: "..."

What's wrong?

I haven't seen him for more than half a year, why did Brother Zhuyin become so neurotic?

"Brother Zhuyin, please do what you want." After thinking for a while, he said this and was about to leave. When he caught sight of Lang Wei's gesture from the corner of his eye, he was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth.

Realized something, instantly embarrassing.

He walked hurriedly, avoiding several people in the family.Hiding in the quiet room, he secretly took out the small glass mirror in the storage compartment and took a look at his mouth.

...Fortunately, just a very faint imprint.

Yu Rong black line.

How good is brother Zhuyin's eyesight, and his thoughts are too impure. If he saw this mark on someone's mouth, he would definitely not think too much—although, Zhao Zhuyin didn't really think too much.

After staring at the mirror for a while, Yu Rong finally shook his head and put the small mirror back into the storage compartment.

The imprint or something will dissipate on its own in a short time, so don't worry about it.

Since there are still several hours before the work and rest time, let's hurry up and prepare a new type of lubricating ointment, right?

Yu Rong, who was busy making ointment, was in a delicate mood.

In other words, if you look like this...would you be too unrestrained?

The doctor who has always been good at self-explaining, immediately thought of the words of the sage, "Food and sex are also sex"... and calmed down.

Since there is no possibility of breaking it back, it is better to go to bed early. If it blows one day, it will be regrettable.

——Because of the shadow left by his parents, Yu Rong actually has great doubts about this kind of feelings, so for so long, knowing Nie Xinzhi's thoughts, he is not completely without ideas, but he has been unable to make a decision.

If you think too much, you will appear indecisive.

Fortunately, he has one advantage. Once he has figured it out, he will decisively put it into practice, and he will not regret it when he hits the south wall.

During the days when Nie Xinzhi went to Nanfan, Yu Rong unconsciously cared about it at the beginning, and later realized his own thoughts, and his mentality changed unconsciously.

Doubts are always there, but...

Now that the mind has moved, why make it difficult for yourself and others?

As for what might happen in the future... Sorrows, sorrows, joys and joys, separation and reunion, are just normal life.He can be worried because of this, but there is no need to restrain himself, it is too cowardly to hesitate or anything.

Yu Rong took the fan and slapped the medicine stove lightly, his eyes were watching the fire, his thoughts had already gone a hundred and eighty miles away.

"Doctor Xiaoyu..." Zhao Zhuyin looked around on the porch, looking furtive.

"Brother Zhuyin?"

"Then what?" Zhao Zhuyin entered the half hall, looked at the doctor with a strange gaze, and hesitated, "You and the boss..."

Yu Rong blinked: "What?"

"It's nothing." Zhao Zhuyin coughed dryly, revealing his hands behind his back, holding a machete in his hand.

Yu Rong is embarrassed, Brother Zhu Yin, this is...

"My little brother didn't prepare it in advance. This is a Nibhara scimitar I got from Nanfan, so let's borrow flowers to present to Buddha!"

Yu Rong: "..."

He seems to be several years younger than this guy, right?

Zhao Zhuyin explained: "Look at your thin skin... ahem, you are so gentle, you can use this knife to defend yourself."

Yu Rong was silent for a while, but when he was young, he smiled and shook his head: "Brother Zhu Yin's kindness, Yu Rong appreciates it, but it's unnecessary."

"It's necessary, it's necessary," Zhao Zhuyin hurriedly said, "This is my little brother's..."

"Zhao is."

Zhao Zhuyin was taken aback: "Boss...haha, you finished your noodles so quickly?"

After hearing this, Yu Rong's thoughts were involuntarily distorted: Brother Xin's eating speed is not fast at all.

"What are you doing here?"

Zhao Zhuyin immediately explained: "My little brother wants to give this Nibhara scimitar to Doctor Xiaoyu for self-defense..."

"No need." Nie Xinzhi resolutely dismissed his cousin's thoughts, "If you are extremely bored, you can return to Beijing immediately. Weizhong has a lot of work, so it must be dealt with as soon as possible."

Zhao Zhuyin repeatedly nodded in agreement, then ran to the guest room to tidy up.

"Aren't you brother Zhuyin's cousin?" Yu Rong watched the interaction between the two with great interest, then became curious, "Why does he look so afraid of you?"

Nie Xinzhi replied in a low voice, "Maybe I'm afraid of being beaten."

"……beat?"

"Zhao has been naughty since he was a child." Nie Xinzhi always answered Yu Rong's questions, "I offended me for some reason, so I invited him to the school grounds."

Yu Rong blushed, although the man didn't say anything specific, but through Zhao Zhuyin's current performance, he could roughly imagine the scene at that time.

"It turns out that brother is from the violent faction?"

Nie Xinzhi was silent, and after a while, he suddenly said, "Relax."

Yu Rong was slightly startled, and after a while, realizing the man's unfinished intentions, he smiled lightly: "I have nothing to worry about."

Nie Xinzhi didn't continue this topic, his eyes turned slightly, and he fell on the slow-burning medicine stove, and asked, "How long will it take?"

The hand shaking the fan paused inadvertently, Yu Rong's eyes drifted away, and his voice weakened inexplicably: "It will take at least an hour."

Nie Xinzhi responded, and asked again, "Do you need help?"

"...Get some fresh water?"

"it is good."

As if in an instant, an hour passed, and after another dinner, Zhang Xianyue quietly hung high on the treetops.

The doors and windows of the master bedroom were closed.

The lights shone on the window paper, giving off a faint light.

The light and shadow swayed, and the branches and leaves of Jiaoke were rustled by the wind.

In the backyard, in the shack, Shi Ni was busy.

Before the spring plowing was about to start, some medicine farmers were busy digging the wild medicinal herbs that survived the winter in the mountains. Because Dr. Yu's reputation in this area was getting better and better, many of them came here to sell fresh medicinal herbs... just in need, Yu Rong accepted them all.

Some fresh medicines that have not been stored must be dried in the sun as soon as possible, or treated on a kang.So, for several nights in a row, the whole family had to be busy until nearly midnight.

There are not many medicinal materials to be processed today, Shi Niu alone is enough.

Sliced ​​pieces of medicinal materials were evenly spread on the kang surface, and the man sat in front of the mouth of the fire and lit the stacked firewood.

Firewood that has been exposed to the sun is particularly easy to ignite.

"Boom"...

Dry firewood burns a raging fire, and its potential is raging.