Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

Song Xi didn't lie to him, the man's toes were really stained with chicken feces, judging from the shape, it was probably pulled by the two chickens who just walked around.

The man took off his sunglasses, revealing a handsome face. His lips were pursed into a straight line and he lowered his head to look down. When he saw a piece of dirt on his feet, an expression like the end of the world instantly appeared on his face.

Wu Bei raised his foot to look, and there was also on his heel, and he cursed: "Fuck!"

Song Xi just wanted to hand over the leaf in his hand to the man to make him wipe it, and the other party quickly took out a silk handkerchief from his body, and the embroidery was the kind that was very suitable for pretending.

Song Xi threw away Tong Ye, he really didn't understand the life of the rich.

Wu Bei took a deep breath, folded the handkerchief again and again, carefully avoiding his hands, and slowly wiped his shoes, his face was blackened to the bottom of the pot.

After wiping the toe of the shoe, it was inconvenient to wipe the sole of the shoe, and I was a little bit stuck.

Song Xi took out a handful of melon seeds from his bag and ate them, and said casually: "Scratch on the ground, if it gets dusty, it will come down."

Wu Bei had the expression of eating a fly again, and finally rubbed it tentatively on the ground.

This method is indeed correct, but the parties cannot accept it.

After rubbing on the muddy floor for a few times, the man didn't know what he had imagined, and covered his mouth with the other hand that hadn't touched the veil, and almost retched.

Song Xi wrapped the melon seed shells in tung leaves, and concluded in his mind that the other party was not only very aggressive, but also cleanliness, not cheaply dressed, and rich.

After Wu Bei finished, he held up a little edge of the handkerchief with his fingertips, looked around with a frown, and asked, "Is there a trash can?"

Song Xi said honestly: "No."

People in this village don't use public trash cans, they just throw them away outside, and take the high-quality ones home, and burn them together with the firewood.

Wu Bei could only just hold the handkerchief like this, in a dilemma, and changed into an expression of wanting to die immediately.

Song Xi had seen enough, stuffed the unfinished melon seeds into his pocket, and waved to the man, "Bring it here, I'll throw it for you."

Wu Bei hesitated for a few times, and finally, under the pressure of the biochemical weapon, walked towards the young man, handed it to him, and said thank you awkwardly.

Song Xi used the paulownia leaf that wrapped the melon seed shell to catch the handkerchief and wrapped it, then added another paulownia leaf to wrap it, and put it on the bench next to him.

Wu Bei stood beside him with an unacceptable expression, "You just put him directly on the stool? Smelly molecules and bacteria will pass through..."

Song Xi picked up the crutches that were leaning against the stool next to him, propped himself up, glanced at him, and interrupted his long speech, "I wrapped it in two layers."

"You..." Wu Bei just uttered a word, then swallowed it back in an instant, and changed to a blunt: "Where are you going to throw it?"

He saw Song Xi's broken leg, so he didn't ask, and he didn't show any pity and pity on his face, but the hostility between his eyebrows obviously dissipated a little.

From a certain point of view, this person's emotional intelligence is still quite high.

Song Xi freed one hand to pick up the rolled tung leaf, and said as a matter of course, "Throw it into the trash can."

Wu Bei choked, and recalled, "Are you kidding me?"

Song Xi was helpless: "I'm not kidding you, there are no trash cans outside, but there are other people's homes."

After finishing speaking, he walked slowly towards the village with the cane in one hand and the garbage in the other. The man behind him didn't keep up and turned his head to the car.

After walking for a while, hurried footsteps sounded behind Song Xi, his head went dark, and a big black umbrella was propped on top of his head.

The man walked beside him with a displeased expression on his face, but his eyes were focused on the ground, as if walking out of the secret room of the mechanism.

Song Xixiang was finally out of the sun for a short time, and his depressed mood improved a bit.

The man looked at the road and was still muttering in a low voice, complaining about the cigarette butts that can be seen everywhere on the ground in this village.

Song Xi led the way, walked straight into the first house at the entrance of the village, called aunt at the door, chatted with a smile, and after asking for permission, threw the garbage into the stove.

During this period, the people in the room, young and old, stared straight at Wu Bei as if they were glued to him. It was the first time they had seen such a handsome man with such a good temperament.

The man was wandering on the verge of explosion again, Song Xi hurriedly said something was wrong, said goodbye and walked outside the house, the man walked in front as if there was a ghost chasing after him.

After he walked out of the house, he opened the umbrella again, and there was another thank you mixed with the sound of opening the umbrella, which was clearly audible.

Song Xi said it was okay, pointed to the door diagonally, and said, "That's the village chief's house."

Wu Bei hummed through his nose, "Wu Bei, the north of the north."

Song Xi replied politely: "He Kang, healthy Kang."

Saying that, he lifted his feet and prepared to go back. It was too hot this day, and He Jie reckoned it would take a while. It's not that she didn't know the way, and Yuanshen's appearance like this wouldn't be of much help, so he shouldn't bother waiting so hard.

Wu Bei walked a few steps, then turned around and followed with strides, forcefully stuffed the umbrella into Song Xi's hand, and snorted lightly in a low voice: "Little brother, there is no need to return the umbrella, don't keep staring at it in the future Looking at it from somewhere, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The man's voice is low, with a little bit of sex appeal.

Song Xi didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being caught, so he changed the subject and asked, "How old are you this year?"

Wu took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. Although he couldn't figure out what the other party meant, he answered: "29."

"Oh——" Song nodded thoughtfully, grinning to reveal a row of neat teeth under the man's puzzled eyes, "I'm 31 this year, little brother."

Wu Bei's hands shaking while lighting a cigarette, exhaled and blew out the wind. After a long time, he couldn't help taking out the cigarette in his mouth, and made several "grass" sounds indistinctly.

This can't be blamed on Song Xi, it's the other party's preconceived ideas, but it can't be blamed on Wu Bei, the face of the original body is indeed too deceptive. The 31-year-old man has a small boyish face, and the mouth The last pair of pear dimples have a youthful flavor no matter how they speak.

The original body was average in stature, he didn't have eight-pack abs, but he didn't have a big beer belly either.

Song Xi looked at the man who was still doubting his life, smiled and waved, "Let's go, little brother, thank you for your umbrella."

He should be in need of a beating, because Wu Bei's face was almost blackened, and he felt like he was going to roll up his sleeves and rush up to beat him up in the next second.

Song Xi blew a ditty in a cheerful mood, turned around, held an umbrella in one hand and a cane in the other, and continued to shake home.

In the house, Li Shumei was slaughtering chickens, and the sound of bang bang bang could be heard from far away. Song Xi put away his umbrella, and as soon as he entered the house, he shivered physiologically from the coolness of the shady yellow mud floor, and waited for him to recover , and felt that the cool swishing feeling just now was just an illusion.

This summer, the temperature is unrelentingly tossing people, and the heat is unbearable.

The enamel cups on the table were covered with a thick layer of tea stains. There was a lot of steam from the big-leaf tea soaked in boiling water. The big-leaf tea was very bitter. Song Xi didn't pick it up to drink, but took a melon ladle to scoop up the raw water drink.

Li Shumei glanced at him, then looked back, but didn't see her daughter, so she directly drove the machete into the wooden board, with a dissatisfied expression: "He Kang, where is the person you picked up?"

"Xiaojie hasn't arrived yet." Song Xi took a sip of cold water, changed his strength, and poured the unfinished drink into the basin to wash his hands.

Li Shumei wiped the sweat with the hand that had grabbed the chicken, and said angrily, "Can't you wait until you arrive? There is no place at the entrance of the village!"

Song Xizai washed his hands carefully and didn't bother to wipe the water. Anyway, it will dry in a while, then turned his face to look at Li Shumei seriously, and said word by word: "The village entrance is only a short distance from home, and she knows the way."

There's absolutely no need to pick someone up.

If you really say how much Li Shumei and his wife like this girl, on the day she came back, Baba would have picked her up by herself, instead of one running to play cards, and the other just forcing her son to suffer along with her.

Li Shumei was reprimanded for a few words, and when she rolled up her sleeves, she would reach out and pinch his arm habitually, saying something in her mouth, without conscience, her sister came back after a long time, and she didn't know to see her.

Song Xi dodged sideways, picked up the crutches and umbrella that were placed beside her, and walked into the room without paying attention to her.

When some people get angry, you can't speak, and if you say you can't win, you will add fuel to the fire. Li Shumei belongs to this type.

Song Xi used his motor skills, jumped into the room in two steps in three steps, and closed the door neatly and locked it.

Outside the house, Li Shumei reached out and patted the door, and the dust on the door shook, "He Kang, are you going to rebel!"

Song Xi shouted: "I'm sleepy."

This time, instead of knocking on the door, they scolded.

Li Shumei was cursing just outside the door. Although the words she spoke to her son were not particularly vulgar, they were still sticking with needles, which was a bit prickly.

After scolding for a long time, another old male voice sounded outside the house: "It's broad daylight, why are you scolding him again? It's just a family arguing."

He Jianjun had just returned from playing cards. Judging from his tone, he should have won.

Li Shumei was so angry when she saw his ghostly deck of cards, she turned her head and pointed at him and scolded: "I don't want to scold you! I don't think you should stop eating. From now on, just eat cards every day! I am here every day." The family has done a lot, but you are good, each of you is eager to piss me off!"

The two outside the house began to swear, and He Jianjun felt that she was unreasonable. She scolded her son so much that it would make people laugh out loud. Li Shumei also felt that as a mother, there was nothing wrong with teaching her son, and he couldn't control it.

Song Xi's head got dizzy when he heard it in the room. After turning around, he poked the system in his mind, "Let's discuss something."

Outside the house, Li Shumei and He Jianjun were arguing dryly. She took a breath, and listening to the quiet room, she reached out and patted the door again, "He Kang, what are you doing!"

After a while, the door rang a few times and opened.

Song Xi stood at the door with a cane on his back, looked at the blushing and thick-necked couple, and said bluntly, "Dad, Mom, why don't we separate."

The air was silent for a few seconds, and the couple turned their gazes to him at the same time, looking crazy.