Cannon Fodder: Forced Counterattack

Being pushed back, Jing Fan didn't care at all, turned around and walked in front, stepping on the ground and making a "clack" sound.

It was snowing too much.

Although the boys had cleaned it once, it was covered again soon, and now it was as thick as a finger, and the soles of the shoes were covered by stepping on it, and the edges of the shoes were covered with white snow, which wet the shoes. .

One foot, one step, a crisp landing sound, in the silence where neither of them spoke, it was more clear and unique.

If you look at it from a distance, you can see that among the overlapping gray walls, blue bricks, red tiles, and the vast white snow in the sky, against the shadows of trees, there are two tall and straight lines, one black and one green The figure is completely silent, except for the occasional birdsong that is almost inaudible. The scenery is poetic and picturesque, and the artistic conception is tantalizing. In silence.

No words, no meeting of eyes, just walking like this, enjoying the most beautiful scenery in the world and the most intoxicating silence.

The study arrived soon, but Ao Ran felt that the road was too short. In the past, in modern times, there were occasional times when I sat on a wobbly bus at dusk, with the windows open and the wind blowing, and then Thinking of hanging on the bus until the end of my life, hypocritical but relaxed, as if I have left all my troubles behind, as if the whole world is my own.

It's been a long time since I've felt this way, but at this moment, it's so strong.

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The study room was colder than the bedroom. Although the maids had hurriedly prepared charcoal fires before the two of them arrived, the cold air was already surrounding the room. Jing Fan took a few books, then walked to the soft couch beside him, sticking them together. The snow on the shoes had already melted, and the dark boots were dyed a darker color by the snow prints, presumably already soaked.

"Come and sit, your shoes are wet." Jing Fan put the book on the case on the soft couch, took off his shoes and socks by himself, and sat cross-legged on the couch, casually said.

Breaking away from the inexplicable hypocrisy, Ao Ran kicked the snow on the shoes, felt the toes were cold, and felt a little bit wet, trembling, hurried forward a few steps, walked to the side, and sat down on the buttocks.

After taking off his shoes, he realized that the toes had already been soaked and turned white, only the edges were slightly red, and they were probably frozen. Ao Ran wanted to wipe the moisture from his feet on the hem of his clothes, but instead However, the hem of the clothes and the hem of the trousers were half wet, if he sat cross-legged like this, the soft quilt on the couch would definitely suffer.

After a little thought, Ao Ran tied the clothes around his waist and rolled his trousers around and around until half of his calves were exposed, then imitated Jing Fan and sat cross-legged on the couch, took the book on the case, and He was familiar with Jing Fan's handwriting, his tone of voice, and his almost inseparable contact in recent days.

Jing Fan is not only talking now, but occasionally he writes documents that are extremely concise and elliptical, never willing to add a word, but the one in his hand is obviously full of "nonsense", and he is full of feelings about the scenery and the things he encountered There are quite a lot of them. Compared with the real person in front of him, this book has a bit more human touch, and Ao Ran couldn't help reading it with relish.

Those who are attracted by the travel notes have never seen the scarlet eyes of the person opposite, staring at his feet that have just been put away and pressed under the thighs, as if crawling out after a massacre in hell, with an uncontrollable desire The demon of bloodthirsty desire.

Only by crushing the person in front of him, tearing them apart, and seeing blood, can he relieve one or two.

Many times in the past, Ao Ran was casual and unrestrained, but in this era, especially in the Jing family who pays attention to rules, he will naturally follow the Romans and behave well. There has never been a trace of unrestrained behavior, and the behavior now is even more unprecedented-with a sense of casualness and ease.

"You...have become more and more unruly in front of me." The foot of the book under Jing Fan's finger was pinched and deformed, which is a pity for the fine paper.

Ao Ran smiled, "Isn't it gone long ago? We all know each other so well and still care about this? I don't believe you will behave yourself all the time."

Naturally... no.

Jing Fan's eyes seemed to be on that row of typesetting, and he turned the pages with his fingers without distraction, "Is it the same in front of Jing Xiang and the others?"

Ao Ran rolled her eyes, "Aren't you talking nonsense? Xiangxiang is a girl, and I'm still shameless!"

"What about your senior brother?"

"Hmm...my senior brother?" Ao Ran felt a little awkward thinking about being so casual in front of Yan Fengge, "My senior brother has a sense of distance from everyone, even if he will be closer to me, but only in his heart , he will take care of me first if something happens, but let him talk and joke with me, just think about it."

The foot of the book in Jing Fan's hand stretched out, and Ao Ran said again, "Jing Zi is fine, this kid is probably more casual than me."

hiss-

Ao Ran looked at the half page that was torn off, and felt a little distressed, "Brother, do you have a weight in your hands? You tore off half a page of a good book, and it's incomplete. It's a pity that there is no tape. "

Jing Fan threw the book in his hand to him casually, apparently ignoring it, and asked suddenly after a while, "What is duct tape? Why haven't I heard of it before?"

"..."

"It's sticky paper, it's almost like paste." The answer was quite confusing.

Fortunately, the other party didn't ask any more questions.

The two of them were silent again, but they were both at ease. Ao Ran was a fast reader, and Jing Fan's first travel note had a lot of rhetoric, so he read it pretty fast without these, but he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when he flipped through it. "What's the situation with this old man! It's too shameless!"

Jing Fan looked up at him, Ao Ran's brows were furrowed, and his dark eyes were full of anger, "Why are you so stupid? Can you be flexible!"

Xu couldn't stand Ao Ran's chatter, so Jing Fan took out the travel notes in his hand, flipped through two pages, and saw strange but familiar pictures in his mind. Not to mention the details now, even at this age, I have somewhat forgotten.

These experienced children do not charge a penny for out-patient consultations. Most of the beneficiaries are grateful and wish to kneel down and act as cows and horses.

The person Ao Ran was angry with was the third person Jing Fan came to rescue.The first two were both orphans and widowed mothers, and they kowtowed and wanted to repay their kindness after being treated, which made Jing Fan, who was still a kind little white flower at the time, at a loss, for fear of meeting someone who called him an "immortal" again, and God followed him. However, there is a counter-extreme.

Ao Ran snatched the book back, with a bit of irritability in his voice, "Why do you save such a person, beat him hard, throw it anywhere, he can't do anything to you!"

Without waiting for Jing Fan to open his mouth, Ao Ran glanced at him with a bit of hatred for Tie Bucheng, "Is your kung fu just for display? You don't know how to use it after learning it."

Jing Fan: "..."

It's no wonder that Ao Ran is angry, 15-year-old Jing Fan is really a holy father.

Liu Laolai is a well-known beggar Laolai in that area. He steals chickens and dogs and does some dirty things on weekdays. People in the vicinity have long hated him, but they can't drive him away. But this person has a flexible mind and good skills. What's even more frightening is that this person has colluded with many scoundrels like him, stealing other people's children and selling them from time to time.

When Jing Fan met Liu Laolai, he was pretending to beg, with erythema all over his body, and he looked horrified—this was not an act, he would suffer from this erythema from time to time, and once he did, it would be strange The itching is unbearable. The main reason why Mr. Liu is poor is this disease, which cannot be cured. Every time he can only buy ointment and apply it, but the medicine is expensive, and he spends it on medicine before he can enjoy it before earning some money.

At that time, Jing Fan saw that he was poor, ragged, and sick, so he wanted to help him. On the other hand, Liu Laolai saw that he was a noble and beautiful little doll, and he kept saying that he had medical skills and could help him heal his body. The erythema, I really don't believe it.

But for a human trafficker, who cares whether he has medical skills or not, he will definitely get a good price if he abducts such a fat meat delivered to his door.