Self-cultivation of cannon fodder through books

As the sun sets, the evening glow dyes half of the sky red. With the creaking sound of the door panels, the wooden doors of the medicine shops in the town are locked. Only this small inn is still open. The faint light of a candle.

The side dishes that Bian Jiangling mentioned were no exaggeration, they were indeed just a few side dishes - fried bacon with dried radish, stir-fried wild vegetables, fried wild eggs with green onions, and a plate of fried peanuts.

With the strong and spicy sorghum wine, Wang Ding even had the illusion that he was in a wilderness farmhouse.

Rough tea and light meals are served with spirits, but there is a sense of loneliness of the vicissitudes of border knights, and it also makes people sigh a lot.

His previous life—could it be called the previous life?When I was in college, I went to a farmhouse in the suburbs of city B with my classmates. He didn’t like this kind of activity, but it was organized by the person he had a crush on, and he personally invited him. He couldn’t say what he refused. It's a good deal to think about it if you can still look at that person a few more times.

That man is straight and has a girlfriend. Wang Ding never dared to think about it, and he would never confess.

He doesn't like the G circle, where there is a lot of flesh and body, and there is little true love. It is a fantasy to have a couple for a lifetime. He would rather like someone who will never be possible and live alone for a lifetime.

But God made a big joke on him, and he was deprived of the chance to die alone in peace. He was like a small fish that lived in a calm lake since childhood, and was suddenly picked up and thrown into the rolling river. , the river is turbulent, the undercurrent is turbulent, and he never knows what danger is waiting for him ahead.

Fuck life!

Thinking of Wang Ding downing a glass of wine suddenly, he coughed and shed tears.

"Drink slowly." Bian Jiangling hastily patted him on the back, "When you look like this, people think you're drinking to relieve your worries."

Wang Ding raised the corners of his mouth and rolled his eyes, "Forget it."

Having a crush on someone who will never get you, you can only watch from afar——now you can’t even see him, is it the most tragic thing in the world?

"Didn't you say you put the leader down?" Bian Jiangling sighed, "Sure enough, you still haven't let go, right?"

"It's not the leader." Wang Ding didn't want to elaborate, and couldn't elaborate.

"Who is that? It can't be Su..."

"Hey, stop it, stop it." Seeing that Bian Jiangling's misunderstanding was getting deeper and deeper, Wang Ding quickly pulled him back, "Just pretend that I didn't say anything and just went crazy."

Bian Jiangling: "Oh."

It was obvious that he had been tricked into his mind, and became angry from embarrassment, and still refused to admit it - Guardian You thought so, and was sure that his guess was completely accurate.I hope that the leader of the alliance will not make his good brother sad again. The leader is also very strange. Old Wang is good-looking and careful in his work. Why doesn't the leader like it?

Protector You is a little confused. Forget it, he doesn't have a clear idea of ​​his own affairs.

Perhaps infected by Wang Ding's emotions, Bian Jiangling was also a little disappointed. He drank one cup after another with Wang Ding. The old Wu who was dozing off in fright woke up, "Slow down, you've already drunk two catties!"

"It's all right." Wang Ding waved his hand towards the counter. He drank too much, his eyes were a little wandering, and when he looked at people, he became more blurred and charming.

Old Wu looked at his face, which was prettier than the girl's, and fell into deep worry again——opening the door to drink blatantly, isn't this just waiting for the bad guys to notice him?

Young people today, what are you thinking?

The two drank while chatting, and unknowingly drank to the tip of the willow on the moon.

Since no one made an appointment with them after dusk, it was time to go to bed.

Bian Jiangling supported Wang Ding, who was blushing and sloppy, and sent him to the room.

They are lucky, the inn is now empty, and the only four rooms are empty, so they can sleep in whichever they want.

The inn does not distinguish between upper and lower rooms, and all the rooms have the same configuration, which can be summed up in two words-simple.

Bian Jiangling himself drank a lot, and after sending Wang Ding off, he went into the next room and lay down.

Wang Ding walked around the room, feeling a little bored, so he took off his coat and opened the window.

The last quarter moon is like a silver hook, illuminating the whole town in a dreamlike void.

The breeze blew away most of the smell of alcohol, and Wang Ding became more sober.

Now that you are here, you have to live a good life. There is no point in indulging in the little emotions of the past. People always have to look forward.

So he closed the broken window and got ready to sleep.

……

On the eaves not far away, squatting a tightly wrapped man in black, his slender eyes were naked, and he swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.

The peach-like pretty face by the window made him unable to hold back, and a hot current surged from his abdomen.

I haven't met such a classy beauty for a long time, no matter what, I want to get him tonight.

Imagining the scene of such a beauty moaning and groaning under his body, he was burning with desire and couldn't wait for a moment.

Although this beauty looked slender, she seemed to have martial arts—but so what?As long as there are fans and incense given by the master in hand, anyone can just lie there obediently, motionless, and let him dispose of them.

This beauty is no exception.

Thinking of this, he took out the small bamboo tube pinned to his waist and jumped towards the room where Wang Ding lived.

He came out of the window, and originally wanted to go in first and then stun the prey like countless times before, but this time the person seemed difficult to deal with, so he had a plan, just in case, and planned to stun him first before doing anything.

There are gaps everywhere in this broken window, and there is no need for him to pierce through the window paper.

He found a relatively wide gap, stuffed the small bamboo tube in, and blew several breaths into it.

After finishing this task, he took a few steps back and waited quietly.

One-third of the time for the stick of incense had passed, and he reckoned that it was about the same time, and the effect of the incense was also evident. The man in black didn't hesitate any longer, he stepped lightly, and jumped into the house from the window.

The people in the room didn't move at all, and they seemed to have passed out completely.

The beauty is quite afraid of the cold, and she is still covered with a thin quilt in this early summer weather, so she can't see her face.

He walked to the bed lightly, swallowed again involuntarily, and stretched out his hand to lift the quilt.

"what!"

The man in black took three steps back in fright, and then covered his mouth again to prevent himself from screaming again.

Why is there a rough guy with a bloody face on the bed?Where is his beauty?

Before he finished thinking, the "blood man" on the bed suddenly sat up, stretched out his hands, and said sinisterly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

……be cheated!

The man in black turned around and fled without saying a word.

But before he took a few steps, a white figure leaped out of the window and subdued him in two or three hits.

"You're not timid." Wang Ding cut off the arms of the man in black, and ordered Bian Jiangling, "Tear off his mask, and I want to see what the flower picker looks like."

With a face covered in "blood stains", Bian Jiangling walked over and tore off the flower picker's turban and mask—

Under the mask was a young man with slender phoenix eyes, a fair and refined appearance, and no aura of a demon.

His face was ashen, with a terrified expression, and he lowered his head without saying a word.

This was completely beyond the expectations of Wang Ding and Bian Jiangling.

These days, the flower pickers have become the type of gentle scum?

The author has something to say:

Bian Jiangling: When I found out it was me, was it a surprise or a thrill?

Flower Picker: There is a sentence of mmp that I am going to say now

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