Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

The words spoken and the water spilled cannot be picked up or taken back.

After eating, Song Xi took the washing tools and went to the yard to fetch water. Wu Bei stood in the shadow of the corridor, only the outline of his body could be seen, and the sparks on his fingertips were faintly visible.

At this moment, the temperature has not dropped, the cicadas are singing with the residual heat of the sun, and the evening wind is blowing slowly, even carrying a gust of heat.

This summer has not been wonderful at all.

Song Xi spat out the water, took a handful of water to wash away the foam around his mouth, and then carried something to shake and walked into the house.

As soon as he walked to the edge of the corridor, a puff of white smoke rushed straight into his face, and he sucked it in suddenly.

"Ahem..." Song Xi flushed from coughing, and pulled out the man pretending to be deep in the shadows, "Wu Bei, you're smoking non-mainstream, right?"

Wu Bei frowned, and walked outside by himself: "Don't drag me."

Song Xi rolled his eyes and scoffed at him: "Who cares to drag you! It's going to bed soon, if you don't wash your face and feet, I won't let you sleep with me."

Wu Bei's face turned black and white for a while, he took off the cigarette and walked into the yard, his steps were quick and big.

When he was more than ten meters away from the person, the man went to fetch water with a smug face, cursing: "Fuck, who the hell wants to sleep with you!"

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Song Xi went into the guest room with his things, arranged the bed, and lay down slowly.

The weather was hot in summer, and the bed was covered with bamboo mats. He lay down to cool off for a while, and then he became hot again from his own body temperature.

Song Xi turned over and couldn't sleep, it was too hot, and the man was still angry, lying down to sleep was like the grilled fish on the iron plate in the small night market, grilling over and over again.

Seeing that the man hadn't come in yet, he rolled directly into the bed, where he hadn't touched it just now, and it was still cold. Song Xi lay in the bed, not wanting to move anymore.

Song Xi just rolled around on the bed, tossing and changing places several times, then Wu Bei dawdled into the room, he took off his coat and lay on the outside of the bed with cool steam.

As soon as he lay down, Wu Bei made a "grass" sound and sat up like a bullet.

"Did you just sleep outside?"

Song Xi narrowed his eyes, took a cattail fan and shook it slowly, "Just lay down for a while."

Wu Bei let the air dry before lying down again. The whole person was lying on the edge of the bed, motionless, with his long legs resting on the other side of the bed. The bed was too small to hold.

The cattail fan was whistling, Wu Bei didn't feel the cool wind, but felt a rush of heat, and the breath of the man behind him was on his back, making him hot and irritable.

Song Xi's movements slowed down, he was a little sleepy, his mind was in a daze, when there was a sudden sound from the bed, he opened his eyes suddenly, and met a pair of cold eyes.

Wu Bei: "Don't vent your anger on me."

Waking up suddenly, Song Xi broke out in sweat. He let out a breath, his head stuck, and he obediently turned his back to the man, squinting his eyes and continuing to doze off.

'There are so many things' Seeing the person turn around, he relaxed, moved a little inside, closed his eyelids and rested his mind.

His tire is broken, and he has to get up tomorrow to go to the town to see if there are any suitable tires for sale, and if he can make do with it...

The man next to him suddenly turned over and kept leaning towards him.

Wu Bei hurriedly backed away to the edge of the bed, frowned and called out, "He Kang?"

Song Xi moved, his eyes didn't open, his lips parted, and he said something without syllables. It seemed that he was about to fall asleep.

Just as Wu Bei was about to push the person who was close to him, he suddenly put a pair of hot hands on his shoulders, rubbed them twice, and then pushed them away in disgust, muttering 'it's so hot'.

How dare you despise him.

Wu Bei pursed his lips, pushed the sleeping man back a little, and moved in by himself. As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt the heat on his neck. against the feet.

After a while, there was the sound of vigorously shaking cattail fans in the room, and the man lowered the flag while cooling down the temperature.

Summer is here, and so is the anger.