Caomin

There is no snow in Jeju City in winter, but it does not mean that Jeju City is not cold in winter.

Yuan Jia watched Fan Haoxuan take off his clothes and shivered from the cold. Seeing him roll up his trouser legs and jump into the river, his legs were almost cramped. He took a breath and asked in a trembling voice: "Aren't you cold?"

Fan Haoxuan looked at Yuan Jia who wanted to shrink into a ball, and rolled his eyes: "It's not as cold as you."

Yuan Jia couldn't help being dazed for a moment.His family education can be regarded as the origin. When he was a child, he went out with his grandfather, and when he was older, he followed his father to work on projects. He has also been out of society for many years, and the people he gets along with are at least polite.He hadn't been robbed like this for a long time.

In the troubled times, not only many people died, but even the edible things in the river seemed to have disappeared.It took Fan Haoxuan a long time to catch that little fish before.

Yuan Jia watched Fan Haoxuan staring intently at the river, thinking that at least he was an adult at heart, and the two of them had nothing to do with each other, so it was not good to just sit and wait for food.Not far away, there is an earthen stove built of stones, and there is actually a pot on it.Next to the pot is a wooden bowl, which used to be fish soup with suspicious contents...

Yuan Jia greeted Fan Haoxuan, walked along the river for a while, and then squatted down to wash the pots and bowls, rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, and reached out to touch the bank.

When Yuan Jia returned to the original place, several fist-sized mussels had already been lost on the bank.The fish was still missing.

Really hungry, Fan Haoxuan complained as he walked to the shore: "This thing is edible, can you make it?" Both legs were covered with river mud, as if wearing a pair of black pants.

Yuan Jia nodded, watched Fan Haoxuan bent over to wash his feet, and handed the pot to Fan Haoxuan: "I found the snail, but there is nothing to get rid of the snail's butt."

Snails?Fan Haoxuan squeezed his straight sword eyebrows in the middle.He has eaten snails before, but this thing looks like the grandson of snails, can they be eaten?

Yuan Jia faced Fan Haoxuan's dark eyes without fear, and nodded without fear: "Eatable!"

Fan Haoxuan pursed his lips even tighter, looked at the half-grown boy who was so cold that his shoulders shrugged, took the pot, and asked, "Where did you remove it?"

Yuan Jia made a gesture, and saw Fan Haoxuan's hand move quickly, and the half pot of snails was disposed of in an instant, and he subconsciously urged him to dispose of the mussels as well.

Shellfish are prone to parasites, and there are no extra ingredients. Yuan Jia directly stewed the packed mussels and snails in a pot, and the stew was very cooked.

The soup has the unique deliciousness of Hexian. Of course, there is no seasoning, and the deliciousness is limited.As for the meat inside...

Fan Haoxuan expressed his dissatisfaction: "It was such a big piece just now, why do you order it now?" It's not as good as when you eat it raw, you can have more mouthfuls of meat.

The well-cooked mussel meat was very old, Fan Haoxuan ate one, and raised his head to ask Yuan Jia for a bowl.

Yuan Jia said inexplicably, "You use a pot." There was only one pot and a wooden bowl in total. He showed his style and used the pot for Fan Haoxuan. Who would have thought that this person even wanted his bowl?Should he grab it?

Fan Haoxuan frowned, and the stone beads on his chest were slightly hot, which made him reluctantly explain: "The pot is hot."

cat tongue?Yuan Jia was taken aback, and handed over the bowl.

There was still half a bowl of soup in the bowl, Fan Haoxuan drank it slowly without disdain.

In Fan Haoxuan's words, the cooked snail meat is only as big as the tip of a needle. He lost his patience after eating two. He looked down at the half pot of snail meat. There might not even be a few pieces of clam meat in total. big.Then, most of the mussel meat went to Fan Haoxuan, and a small part of the mussel meat and snail meat went to Yuan Jia.

It looks like a lot of things, and the taste is not very good, but with the pomegranate and grass carp as the base, the two of them are at least full of water.Especially for Yuan Jia, on a cold winter day, after drinking a few bowls of hot soup, he felt warm all over his body.

Fan Haoxuan went to wash the dishes.A pot, a wooden bowl, and two pairs of chopsticks are the current property of the two of them.

Yuan Jia thought for a while, the pot and wooden bowl were found by Fan Haoxuan, and the chopsticks were also cut by Fan Haoxuan with branches, and he still has nothing long on him.Maybe you can exchange cooking skills for friends?Although this man always has a dead face, he is not a bad person.In this troubled world, who would be willing to share the hard-earned food with outsiders?

What's more, he remembered that when he fainted, he was in Jeju City.At that time, Jeju City was breached, and being able to bring him out of the chaotic Jeju City was tantamount to saving his life.

nice guy!

When Fan Haoxuan walked back, he saw that half-grown boy looking at him with shining eyes.The young man's hair was yellowish due to malnutrition. When he touched the snails just now, he should have combed it slightly with water, revealing his plump forehead. His facial features looked good, even a little bookish.Even the rough skin can't hide the bookish look.

Feeling puzzled in his heart, Fan Haoxuan didn't stop at all: "Take a break, let's go."

"Yeah." Yuan Jia didn't ask where he was going.It's the same everywhere in this troubled world.It would be lucky if Fan Haoxuan could really have a definite destination.

"By the way, my name is Yuan Jia, and I haven't thanked you for saving my life yet."

The half-grown boy held the corner of his mouth and laughed out his eight teeth. Fan Haoxuan stared, and suddenly reached out and rubbed the top of Yuan Jia's head. The dry hair was unexpectedly soft and smooth, so he couldn't help rubbing it twice more, until Yuan Jia raised his eyes and stared. When he came over, he withdrew his hand and coughed softly: "Don't talk about that." The two of them couldn't talk about who would save the other, if it wasn't for Yuan Jia, he might have died in that cellar, "My name is Fan Haoxuan."

Yuan Jia's language skills were not good enough. After hearing the name, he had to read it twice in a low voice before he could get the pronunciation right.

Fan Haoxuan has sharp eyes and ears, although Yuan Jia's voice was soft, he heard it clearly.When the slightly sluggish voice pronounced his name word by word, his heart skipped a beat.His expression became even stiffer, but he subconsciously held down the slightly hot stone bead on his chest with one hand. There must be a ghost in this stone bead!

Yuan Jia didn't care about Fan Haoxuan's expression.After all, the Yuan family also came from the Shushu lineage, and it was very easy to see whether a person was really good to him or had other purposes.

The skill of fortune-telling is mystical and mysterious, but in the eyes of insiders, in the final analysis, it is just a set of methods mainly to persuade people to be good.

Who would come to these people?Those who have encountered setbacks in life.No matter how good a person's mentality is, once they encounter setbacks, there will always be some negative emotions.All they need to do is to tell them to calm down, think before speaking and doing things, try to do good deeds, and so on.Most of those who look miraculous and who can tell the eighteenth generation of their ancestors are charlatans.Although these swindlers aim to make money, they can make people feel at ease, which is acceptable.I'm afraid that those who have no bottom line, who even use coaxing, deception and even threats, will often deceive people into ruining their fortunes, and some will even do some crazy things...

Yuan Jia followed his grandfather when he was a child and saw such things several times.

"Yuan Jia? Yuan Jia, what's the matter?" Fan Haoxuan finished packing his things and was about to leave, but found Yuan Jia's face was ugly. He thought he was injured somewhere, but he didn't notice.

Yuan Jia woke up from the shadow of his childhood, feeling the warm palm brushing against his forehead, wiping off the sweat on it: "Thank you, I'm fine." Under Fan Haoxuan's stare, he couldn't help correcting weakly, "It's just that my feet hurt a little. "

It's not a lie that my feet hurt.It's just that since Yuan Jia took over the shell, there has never been a time when his feet didn't hurt, and he got used to the pain.

Fan Haoxuan squatted down directly and pulled Yuan Jia's trouser legs up.The legs are very slender, with little body hair, and there are some fine and small scars on them.Fan Haoxuan touched it from top to bottom, but found nothing wrong, so he wanted to take off Yuan Jia's shoes.

Fan Haoxuan's movements were too fast, Yuan Jia didn't realize it until then, and quickly stopped him: "It's the other leg."

Fan Haoxuan pulled down the trouser leg, and turned to lift up the other trouser leg.A hideous and ugly scar was exposed almost without any buffer.Fan Haoxuan's fingers pinching the trouser leg paused slightly, and continued to lift up, the long scar almost ran through the entire leg.

Yuan Jia watched the man carefully press the scar, the warm and dry palm touched the cold skin, which made him feel very comfortable.Speaking of which, it was the first time he had seen this scar.This body always made him feel like he was asking someone to borrow the clothes he was wearing, without any solid feeling.If the scar and the pain were on his original self, he might even urinate from the horse.But in another shell, he is like a bystander.

Yuan Jia was very calm.

After touching the bones, Fan Haoxuan pushed the man to sit down and began to massage him slowly. When he occasionally raised his eyes, he saw Yuan Jia's weird and calm expression: "Does it hurt?"

Yuan Jia: "No, it hurts."

Fan Haoxuan twitched the corners of his mouth, and while continuing to massage, he said: "It's not bad to be able to keep this leg with such a serious injury. The bones are also aligned, otherwise it will inevitably be broken and reattached..." As soon as he finished speaking, he said Noticing that the muscles under his hands twitched suddenly, he slowly raised his eyes and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Yuan Jia nodded honestly: "I'm afraid." Just thinking about it makes me afraid, breaking the bone and reconnecting it is easy to say, but it hurts so much!He used to sprain his ankle and sprayed Yunnan Baiyao for several days.After answering, Yuan Jia felt that Fan Haoxuan's mood had inexplicably improved. He seemed a little unhappy just now?Where did he provoke him?

Fan Haoxuan seemed to be nodding in satisfaction, but the corners of his eyes glanced at Yuan Jia's lips from time to time, rosy with watery luster...

Fan Haoxuan wanted to cover his chest again, why is a broken stone so evil?Isn't it normal for the lips to be a little red after sucking so many snails?He subconsciously couldn't help but take another look, and it was still ruddy... I don't know how many days I haven't brushed my teeth!

Fan Haoxuan was angry.

Yuan Jia straightened the corners of his mouth at this time, afraid that he would accidentally laugh out loud.He has a clear sensitivity to people's emotions.Fan Haoxuan's expression didn't change, but he just knew that Fan Haoxuan was sulking with himself!

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