The Villains Want Hugs [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Meng didn't react for a while, because the two of them kept fighting on the way to Liangzhou, and no one paid attention to the other. Jiang Meng was a little surprised when Yan Xiao spoke to him suddenly.

Yan Xiao looked at his little senior brother with a blank face, showing a little impatience on his little face: "Aren't you sleepy?"

Xiao Qing, who was dragged by Lao Hei to drink, waved at Yan Xiao, and said: "Your Uncle Hei's house has a lot of unused rooms, you go and pick a good room to rest."

Yan Xiao agreed politely, stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Meng and left.

Jiang Meng realized belatedly, what does this mean?Why let Yan Xiao take him to rest instead of letting him take Yan Xiao to rest?

Obviously I am the little senior brother, okay? Hey!

Sulking for a while, Yan Xiao had already dragged him to find a quiet and comfortable wing room, the door opened and closed, and the two friends stood facing each other.

Jiang Meng looked at Yan Xiao angrily, but after thinking about it, there was no reason to attack him, so she simply threw herself into the soft quilt and fell asleep with her head covered.

Yan Xiao waited until Jiang Meng fell asleep before walking over unhurriedly, glanced at his shoes here and there with a look of disgust, and then laid her little boots upright before lying down, Reluctantly, she slept next to Jiang Meng.

Jiang Meng, who was asleep, was dishonest. From the inside of the quilt, she looked like a child with ADHD, snatching up most of the quilt, and soon tied herself up like a silkworm baby.

Yan Xiao's face turned blue, and he didn't know whether it was from being frozen or angry.

He stared at Jiang Meng's silly sleeping face seriously, thinking that this idiot was here to fight against him.

So on the second day after arriving in Liangzhou, Jiang Meng slept comfortably until dawn, while Yan Xiao was gloriously caught with the wind and cold.

Obviously the eldest apprentice was the weak and sick one, but the younger apprentice was the one who was sick, which made Xiao Qing a little puzzled. He rubbed his head, which was a little swollen and aching from the hangover, and went out to the hospital to buy medicine.

Because of the fear of being infected, Jiang Meng and Yan Xiao were separated into two adjacent rooms. Jiang Meng finally had the big bed alone.

Ji Xiaopang was very annoyed by Jiang Meng's tone-deaf singing, so he hurriedly found a topic: "Boss, please do me a favor, stop singing now, come and see the progress bar!"

Jiang Meng changed from lying down to lying down, with her long black hair hanging down her back, and the little flower bud on the top of her head trembled with his movements: "Huh? Why did it suddenly rise?"

Ji Xiaopang pointed to the next door with his wings: "Didn't Xiao Yanxiao be bullied into a cold by you, so he rose up."

Jiang Meng looked confused, and asked suspiciously: "When did I bully him? I slept super well last night, where do I have time?"

Ji Xiaopang laughed amusedly: "That's right, that's right, you sleep like a little pig, and you keep grabbing Yan Xiao's quilt, so his wind chill is from freezing."

Jiang Meng was taken aback, and two red clouds appeared on her cheeks: "Really?"

He knew that he didn't sleep well, and rolling off the bed was a common occurrence.

Ji Xiaopang nodded solemnly: "Yan Xiao saw that you were sleeping soundly, and was afraid of waking you up, so he didn't dare to argue with you, so he slept under a quilt."

Jiang Meng felt a little embarrassed, jumped off the bed blushing, thought for a while, and went into the next room lightly.

Yan Xiao is the legendary "other people's child". Even though he is about to cough up a hole in his lung at this time, he still sits at the desk unmoved, holding a book and reading.

"Cough, cough, cough..." There were a few muffled coughs again, Yan Xiao's small body trembled violently, and his appearance was a bit pitiful. He picked up the small porcelain bowl filled with water, and drank it up in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Meng hesitated for a while, then stepped forward and asked kindly: "...Hello, are you okay?"

Because she had been coughing and didn't hear it, Yan Xiao was a little surprised when she found Jiang Meng's arrival.He cleared his throat, then calmed down like a little old man again: "No problem."

Jiang Meng's eyes drifted to the empty bowl, and asked, "Shall I go get you a glass of water?"

Yan Xiao was about to say no, but there seemed to be bugs crawling in his throat, which made him cough again.

It is estimated that Yan Xiao's weak appearance greatly stimulated Jiang Meng's self-consciousness as an elder brother. He picked up the bowl without any explanation and left, went out and went straight to the kitchen.

The yard of Uncle Hei’s house is indeed very big. I didn’t pay attention last night because I was too sleepy. Now, if you walk around carefully, you will find that the layout here is neat and orderly, with staggered pavilions. The whole house exudes the copper rust of local tyrants. The title is not covered.

After twists and turns, she finally found the kitchen. Jiang Meng ran head-on into a plump middle-aged woman. The other party said "Hey", and fell to the ground in the bamboo basket in his hand, rolling out several big yellow pears. .

Jiang Meng hurriedly knelt down to pick it up, and apologized politely: "I'm sorry."

Mrs. Duan, the kitchen manager, was in charge of the bellies of more than 100 people in the Hei family. There are guests here, I didn't expect such a handsome boy. Why did you come to the kitchen?"

Jiang Meng's eyes drifted subconsciously to those big pears, and whispered: "My junior brother is sick, I'll find some water for him to drink."

Aunt Duan said "Oh" and asked, "Sick? But did you catch a cold?"

Jiang Meng nodded, and gestured decently: "The throat is as swollen as a steamed bun, the throat is hoarse, and I keep coughing."

Aunt Duan is just at the age when she wants to have a grandson, and she likes a well-behaved child like Jiang Meng very much. After thinking about it, she shook the big winter pear in her hand: "I'm sorry, it's okay, my aunt will stew pears for you Eat it, it will work!"

Jiang Meng's little treachery succeeded, and she couldn't help but smile and rolled her eyes: "Then... I thank you on behalf of my junior brother!"

Mrs. Duan quickly waved her hands, and carried a basket of pears into the kitchen.

After an incense stick of time passed, Yan Xiao was lying on the table practicing brush calligraphy, and coughed a few times after enduring it, his hand shook, and the handwriting was crooked.He wasted a few sheets of rice paper one after another, which made him a little irritable.

The door of the room was pushed open with a "squeak", and a small head came in from the outside. The other party's voice was laughing: "Little brother, can you come in?"

Yan Xiao Youyou rolled his eyes, and gave a cold "hmm".

Jiang Meng took small steps, put the small porcelain cup in her arms on the table like offering a treasure, and asked mysteriously: "Guess what it is?"

Yan Xiao concentrated on continuing to practice calligraphy, glanced at the small porcelain cup out of the corner of her eye: "Huh?"

Jiang Meng swallowed her saliva, and opened the lid impatiently, the sweet smell rushed out.

Seeing that Yan Xiao didn't respond, he slapped it with his hands: "This is the rock sugar pear I asked Mrs. Duan to stew for you. It clears away heat and relieves cough. Come and taste whether it's sweet or not!"

Yan Xiao's hand stopped, and his attention was successfully diverted.

No matter how calm and mature, Yan Xiao is a five-year-old child after all, and he can't resist the temptation of sweets.He moved his face closer, and saw two whole pears in the small porcelain cup. The translucent tender yellow pear flesh was as attractive as curd, and the sweetness of rock sugar was particularly strong.

The stewed pears were complete, and this greedy idiot didn't steal it, which moved Yan Xiao's heart.

Jiang Meng thoughtfully handed over a small spoon, and urged, "Taste it sweet or not!"

Yan Xiao took the spoon and dug a large piece of pear meat. When he looked up and saw Jiang Meng staring eagerly, he handed the spoon to Jiang Meng's mouth: "You eat first."

Jiang Meng was taken aback, a little embarrassed: "No, no, you are a patient, so I will give you pears."

A rare smile appeared on Yan Xiao's serious little face: "You can't eat it after I've eaten it, it's easy to contagion."

Jiang Meng thought for a while, was convinced by this reason, opened her mouth wide, and ate it in one bite.

"Oh, it's so sweet, so sweet!" Jiang Meng ate happily, with a layer of glistening sugar juice on her lips: "It's your turn to eat next!"

Yan Xiao's hand clinging to the small spoon paused, and he suddenly realized a question, if two people use the same spoon, wouldn't that be equivalent to eating each other's saliva?

Jiang Meng didn't care about the infection anymore, he urged Yan Xiao: "Eat quickly, I want to take another bite!"

Yan Xiao lowered his eyes and silently put the spoon into his mouth. The taste was indeed very sweet.

The two of them finished sharing the delicious food, and the relationship between seeing each other and hating each other before finally eased. Jiang Meng drank the last drop of sugar water with her mouth open, and looked at Yan Xiao with a smile: "Look, you don't cough anymore."

Yan Xiao nodded, looking at Jiang Meng was not as cold as before.

When Xiao Qing came back from buying medicine at the market, as soon as she opened the door, she saw her two little apprentices sleeping on the bed together. The little apprentice was lying upright on the outside, with his hands and feet straightened habitually, while the older apprentice was like a Clingy, he put his little head in the neck of his junior brother, and kept drooling.

Xiao Qing smiled and touched Yan Xiao's forehead, but there was a slight fever, which was not a serious problem.

Seeing that the two little guys were sleeping soundly, Xiao Qing dug out the small casserole she used and went to the kitchen to cook medicine.

Yanxiao's wind and cold recovered within two days. Jiang Meng couldn't bear it after staying in the house for a few days. She didn't want to read and write, and she didn't want to be called up by her teacher to squat in the morning and think hard. , and finally decided to go to Uncle Hei's pigsty to learn more.

Yan Xiao expressed her extreme reluctance to this, her small face sank: "The pigsty is dirty."

Jiang Meng moved a small bench and sat down next to Yan Xiao, and began to persuade: "Let's not go to see the big pigs, let's go to see the new little piglets! Uncle Hei said that they are all pink and tender, Not dirty at all!"

Yan Xiao looked at his little senior brother with an inexplicable gaze for a while, and thought silently: Just look at you, what a little piggy.