Although the tortoise is thin, it still has time to attack

I entered the dream world again.

I looked at the person in front of me and couldn't believe my eyes.

This is what I "rescued" from last night?

After sweeping away the embarrassment of last night, his current appearance is good enough to make a woman scream.

The curly hair like a waterfall is long and reaches the back, and the handsome face outlines the charming lines. Whether it is the beautiful blue phoenix eyes, the tall nose, or the thin and moist lips, they are all so perfect that there is no fault.

If it weren't for his bad temper, I would have fallen in love with him at first sight.

Gui Xing put his waist down, lowered his head and leaned in front of me: "What are you looking at, do you think I'm too handsome, are you infatuated with me?"

"..." I slapped away the double-magnified face, "Can you stop being so sentimental?"

Gui Xing was taken aback, as if my refusal hurt him very much, he shouted loudly: "You don't like me?"

"Is there something about you that I like?"

"In the palace, no one has ever talked to me like that," Gui Xing pinched my chin, "I will definitely make you fall in love with me."

"Okay." I couldn't bear to hurt his self-esteem any more. He was probably the pampered young master in his family. He thought that everyone loves flowers and blooms, and he can control everything in his own hands.Little did they know, hearts and emotions are the most difficult to capture, "You'd better heal your wounds and go home early..."

I paused, I thought of something, grabbed his hand, and pulled away his wide sleeves to have a look.

No, yesterday's big and small wounds are gone, not even a scab.

"You..." I asked in surprise, "So your injury yesterday was a lie?"

Gui Xing yelled: "I have no medicine to heal on my own. The wound is still inside me, it's just that I can't see it from the outside."

I looked at him with a foolish expression.How can a person heal himself without medicine, even if he heals himself, it is impossible not to scab, and it is not reliable to make up a reason.

"Ordinary people are short-sighted," Gui Xing said with disdain on his face, "If my spiritual power hadn't been sealed, I would have let you see how powerful I am."

This person must be dreaming too much, and his brain is not normal.I packed my things and went out: "Then go find your spiritual power, I'm going to work."

Gui Xing asked, "Where are you going?"

"In town."

Qinglong Town is only a few miles away from our Ningming Village. I commute between these two places every day. I remember the road very well and I am tired of seeing the roadside scenery. But for Gui Xing, it is probably the first time I have seen it, full of freshness Bar.

Gui Xing followed me, looking around curiously.

I'm getting more and more suspicious that I've picked up someone with a brain problem, look what he's doing.

He squatted in front of a grass, frowned and said: "This land lacks nutrients and the soil is loose. It is not suitable for you. It is recommended to change the land."

He stood up and whistled, and a bird landed on his fingertips. He stroked the feathers of the bird, and said with a smile: "Your feathers are well maintained." The bird seemed to respond to his praise and sang happily.

There are too many similar things to list.I didn't want to talk, and walked into the town pretending to ignore it.

I found my booth, laid out the painting utensils on my back, spread out the rice paper, put up the signs, and started today's busy day.

I am a person who makes a living by painting. My parents went fishing a few years ago, but the weather changed drastically, floods occurred suddenly, and unfortunately passed away. I couldn’t make a living by myself. Fortunately, I met an old painter and learned painting from him. .

I fell in love with painting deeply. From then on, I gave up the fishing net and picked up the brush, so that all the things I like were condensed at my fingertips and frozen on the paper.

But the road is hard.

The town is too small, there are not many people coming and going, coupled with limited financial resources, there are very few people who are willing to spend money on paintings.Therefore, I often write letters on behalf of the writer, and the number of paintings sold in a year can be counted on ten fingers.

I don't want to waste my painting skills because of this. Apart from work, I practice painting at home, but maybe my talent is not high, and the characters I draw are too few. Many people say that the evil spirit talisman of my portrait is too murderous and uncomfortable to look at.

I tried many ways to adjust, but unfortunately it didn't work.

Gui Xing didn't know where he went, I didn't care about him, it's better for him to go home instead of staying at my house to eat and drink.

"Hey, isn't this Master Nan? Why haven't I seen you for two years? Are you still painting here? Haven't you made a fortune?" A man walked towards me, dressed in fine silk, holding a ostentatious fan , swaggeringly, as if to let everyone know that he is rich.

His name is Zhang Kang. He used to be a fisherman in our village. Later, his father saved a little money and went into business. Come back here once or twice a year.He and I have been on bad terms since we were young. He and his family are the overlords in the village. They often bully us, but we are all angry and dare not scold. I remember that once a child punched Zhang Kang because of anger, and the next day his whole family He was kicked out of the village, and I don't know what happened to this day.

All the men in Ningming Village, old and young, live by fishing, except for me.Before my parents died, I also fished. After my parents passed away, I hated the sea that took my parents' lives, and vowed never to go into the sea again.

People in Ningming Village must fish. This is the village rule. I violated the village rule, so I became a strange person in their eyes, and I was rejected and ridiculed by them.

Zhang Kang was still laughing at me. He picked up the landscape painting I hung aside and pointed at me: "How dare you sell this kind of painting? What a shame. Look, is this a dog? Hahaha, yes, you I can only draw dogs!"

I clenched my fists, holding back my anger and said, "Please don't insult my paintings, everyone has their own choices."

"Choice?" Zhang Kang raised his voice and smiled mockingly, "Are you qualified to say that? You paint for a living, but you are still so downcast, what do you think you made such a terrible choice? Shit! You just I just want to get something for nothing, just eat your parents' money!"

"Whatever you want to say about me, please don't mention my parents."

"What's the matter with your parents?" Zhang Kang said sharply, "I also want to say, it was your parents who taught you a rebellious and uneducated person. They deserve to die... Aww!"

I punched Zhang Kang in the face.

The death of my parents is a thorn in my heart, whoever dares to pull out my thorn, I want whoever looks good!

Zhang Kang covered his face and stood up. He yelled and rushed towards me with his fists.

The two of us fought.

The fists attacked me desperately. Zhang Kang often fought since he was a child. The fists he swung were so powerful that my internal organs were in pain, but I didn't stop. Even if I didn't have enough strength, I would still smash His teeth, let him taste the consequences of the evil that came out of his mouth.

I punched him in the mouth angrily, his face tilted and he pushed me hard.I staggered to the sesame seed bed behind me, and the iron plate flew up and fell heavily on my feet.

The scalding hot oil soaked into the skin of my legs in an instant, and I gasped in pain. Just as I was about to get up, Zhang Kang casually grabbed my inkstone and threw it on my face——

"go to hell!"

My mind went blank and I hugged my head in shock.

"Damn you!"

A loud bang exploded in my ears, and then I was pulled up by a force, away from the hot oil of the sesame seed stall.

I put down my hand in surprise, only to see Zhang Kang lying on the ground hundreds of miles away, his life and death unknown, and the person who rescued me turned out to be dead.

"Are you alright?" Gui Xing hugged me, checking my injuries.

I looked at my left foot and couldn't speak from the pain.Gui Xing immediately picked me up and sent me to a nearby hospital for bandages.

The wound immediately blistered and became a big red patch. When the medicine was applied, it was like cruel torture, it was hot and painful.I grabbed Gui Xing's arm, relieved the pain, gritted my teeth and said, "How is Zhang Kang?"

"Don't worry, he won't die, why do you care about him?" Gui Xing poked his waist arrogantly, "He will lie on the bed for at least a few months."

I don't know what Guixing did, anyway, I felt refreshed inexplicably when I heard the news that Zhang Kang couldn't get out of bed.

"My painting tools..." I asked Gui Xing.

Gui Xing said: "I'll help you take it home after it's bandaged, what are you worried about?"

"That's good." I suddenly felt very tired, and my eyelids were about to close, "I'm so tired."

"Sleep! Don't open your eyes."

A hand rests on my eyelid, and I lose consciousness.