Self-cultivation of cannon fodder through books

Several of them are suffering from physical exhaustion, but the degree is very different.

Bian Jiangling's symptoms are the lightest, so he just slept for a day and a night, and after taking medicine twice, he recovered more than half of his body. Although Xia Man was protected by Bian Jiangling, her martial arts was the weakest among the four, so she was seriously injured, and was ordered to be restrained by Master Nian Ci. Day had to be healed in the room and could not go out; Wang Ding was naturally the most seriously injured among these people, he just had a meal, walked a few steps and chatted with Meng Yanzhi about his relationship problems, and then he was exhausted.

Su Yuqing stood outside Wang Ding's room door, raised her hand to knock on the door but was worried that he would be asleep and disturb his rest.

Standing on the outside of the door and listening for a while, the room is very quiet, and there are faint and even slight breathing sounds.

That guy seemed to be fast asleep. Su Yuqing raised her hand and lightly placed it on the door, ready to leave. Unexpectedly, there was a soft "squeak—" and the door was opened slightly, allowing a glimpse of what was inside. situation.

... This guy, who forgot to lock the door when he slept, seems really tired. Fortunately, there is no danger now.

Several of them are injured now, but they are safer--the martial arts conference is over, and most of the troops have left. Apart from them, there are only one or two sects left on the mountain. It won't appear recently, it's too easy to expose.

Su Yuqing originally wanted to close the door and leave quietly, but pushed the door open like a ghost and walked in.

The window was still open, and the two teacups on the table were still half-drunk. Everything indicated that this guy had no time to clean up after seeing off the guests, so he went straight to bed.

The plum garden faces south, and there are many plants in the courtyard, which is very cool even in summer.That guy is now covered with a thin quilt, with only his head exposed outside, sleeping soundly, and he didn't notice anyone coming in.

Su Yuqing shook his head helplessly. Although the sun was not shining, it was a bit harsh, so let's close it for him.

After closing the window, he was about to exit, but walked to the bedside again like a ghost.

What's wrong with him, isn't he stupid?Why are his hands and feet uncontrollable?

The leader standing by the bed thought so depressingly.

The person on the bed slept soundly, his fair skin looked even paler due to wear and tear, his drooping long eyelashes trembled slightly, his delicate brows were slightly frowned, he wondered if he had dreamed of something that made him unhappy.

Even though she was older than him, Su Yuqing felt pity from the bottom of her heart and wanted to protect him well.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to smooth out the wrinkles between Wang Ding's brows—yes, the third time the goddamn mistake happened!

He felt the delicate touch of the other person's skin through his fingers, and he suddenly came to his senses, retracted his fingers like an electric shock, and left the room in a panic.

If he didn't leave, maybe something unreasonable would happen. He needed to go back to his room to calm down.

Su Yuqing stretched Wang Ding's brows in his sleep, and his expression gradually relaxed, revealing a peaceful smile.

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Wang Ding slept until dinner time and skipped lunch.

This time he only had one dream, a dream that was bitter before sweet.

He dreamed that when he was six or seven years old, his parents both passed away due to an accident. Relatives huddled together to discuss how to distribute the property, but no one cared about the mood of an orphan.

He hugged his dirty little rabbit and came to the back mountain.There is his favorite place, there are small rivers, tall pine trees, and cute little squirrels.

But today he is not happy. His aunt told him that his parents had gone to a far away place and would never come back again.He burst into tears when he thought that he would never see his parents again.

At this time, a child suddenly climbed down from the pine tree, a little shorter than him, cute and beautiful with an arrogant face, and a pair of bright and clear eyes.

He had never seen this child before, not from their village.He was still wearing clothes he had never seen before, and a big mouse-like animal was drawn on the clothes. The mouse had a pair of big ears, which were different from the mice in the village.

"Why are you crying?" the child asked.

Xiao Wang Ding pursed his lips, "They said my parents are dead, and I will never see them again. I don't understand what death is."

"Don't cry." The little boy took out a small handkerchief embroidered with ducklings from his trouser pocket, and wiped his tears like a little adult, "They have gone far, far away, and they will become stars watching And you."

Xiao Wang Ding twitched his nose, "Really? Will he turn into a star and look at me?"

"That's right." The little boy smiled and looked up at the sky. "My mother has also become a star. My father said that she will watch us from the sky. If you miss them, you can look at the stars at night."

Xiao Wang Ding stopped crying, "Okay, okay."

The little boy stretched out his chubby little hand and touched his brow, "Don't frown, your parents will be sad when they see it, be happy."

"Ok!"

"Let's go, I'll accompany you to play by the river." The little boy stretched out his little hand to Wang Ding.

Xiao Wang Ding held the rabbit in one hand, and grabbed the little boy with the other, and the two went to the river together.

The dream came to an abrupt end at this moment.

This dream was so real that Wang Ding couldn't help wondering if it had really happened, because there was indeed a small river, pine trees and squirrels in the mountains behind his house, and he also had a dirty little rabbit, which was the only thing he had in childhood. doll.

——Just in his memory, that little boy never appeared.

Besides, that pretty kid with the air of a little grown-up, why does he look so familiar...so like someone...

That guy must have looked like this when he was a kid, right?

Thinking of this, the corners of Wang Ding's mouth could not help but curl up, and he was in a good mood.

……

The days of being injured were relatively monotonous. Apart from eating and taking medicine, I rested and slept. The physical strength was not good for the first two days, and I didn’t even have the energy to go to the yard to breathe.

It wasn't until the third day that Wang Ding felt that he was alive. Master Nian Ci's medicine was very effective, and he could feel that his body was slowly recovering.

Su Yuqing and Bian Jiangling have already recovered, not only are they full of energy and can move freely, but they are also able to practice martial arts with luck, which makes Wang Ding very envious.

"It's useless to be envious," Bian Jiangling flexed his fists and kicks in the yard and still laughed at Wang Ding who was sitting and watching him practice. "Whoever hurts you seriously is the inevitable result of a beauty saving a hero."

"What the hell is a beauty saving a hero? Nonsense." Uncle Wang Ding was lying on a rocking chair under the shade of a tree, expressing his dissatisfaction in words.

Bian Jiangling looked left and right to make sure that Su Yuqing was not there when he went out, and he was relieved to tease boldly, "Compared to President Su, you must be more charming, and he is handsome and handsome."

"Get out!" Wang Ding grabbed the peaches on the plate and threw them towards Bian Jiangling, "You're so cute, I'm also a pure man, you are not allowed to insult me ​​like this."

Bian Jiangling nimbly grabbed the peach that was attacking him, and took a bite, the juice was overflowing, he laughed, "Then you mean that you can still hold down President Su?"

"Of course I... Ah bah, old Bian, how did you learn such a mess?" This is not an area that a straight man should know.

"I am well-informed when I travel in the world." Bian Jiangling snorted, "Don't underestimate me, it's not a new thing to have broken sleeves in the world. Isn't it normal to hear their gossip?"

Wang Ding: "..." It's normal to have gossip, but it's definitely okay to gossip to the extent that whoever suppresses who?

OK, you are great.

"Master Meng seems to have come to us less often in the last two days." Bian Jiangling sat next to Wang Ding and asked mysteriously, "You rejected him?"

"..." If this guy was put into modern times, he would at least be a table-level paparazzi. Wang Ding didn't want to hide it from him, but he was surprised, "How did you come to this conclusion?"

Obviously Meng Yanzhi didn't say or do anything, how did he see it?

Bian Jiangling squinted his eyes: "Do you think I'm stupid? Mr. Meng doesn't look right when he looks at you. How can a normal man look at another man with lewd|squinted eyes? I don't even believe that he has no interest in killing you. In addition I heard that the two of you went to chat that day, so I guessed that you must have rejected him. It’s okay, it’s better to be the leader of the Soviet Union, Mr. Meng seems to be too experienced in the court of love and moon, and it’s not suitable for you.”

"..." This good brother of his is really in Xin Wang Ding's cognition at any time, I didn't expect him to think more than him, "I don't have sex|mimi, don't use words indiscriminately."

Meng Yanzhi's eyes contained hints and deep meaning, which was directly misunderstood by the straight man Bian Daxia.

"Anyway, that's what it means, as long as you understand it." Bian Jiangling handed Wang Ding a peach, "You eat one too, it's very sweet."

"Thank you."

Take a bite, it's really sweet.

"Again," Bian Jiangling winked, "If you were with President Su, he must be oppressing you, right?"

"What am I pressing?"

As soon as Bian Jiangling finished speaking, a white figure flew in from outside the wall.

"Pfft~!"

The mouthful of peaches he just ate sprayed all over Bian Jiangling's face.

Bian Jiangling became angry, "Old Wang, can you let me know in advance when you spray again next time!"

The author has something to say: Mengzhu: Why can't I control my hand!

Old Bian: If you can't control it, just let him hehehe.

Wang Ding: ...

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Today... no, it's already yesterday. I went shopping for my birthday and ate delicious food. I saw your blessings when I got home. I'm so happy!

Thank you little angels, you are so warm, okay?

Thank you all for your birthday support!Refill!

Er Sheng threw a grenade (received a grenade for the first time, so happy)

Thank you little angels for watering~