I am straight!

I rushed up—not to mention the swollen nose and swollen face, and my one-month salary was robbed... My flesh hurts. I knew that before I rushed up, I would have replaced it with Jinhua ham from the butcher shop next door...

Another time I finally managed to get my salary and nothing bad happened... In the end, I was so excited that I didn't see the road clearly, and I bumped my head into the glass door of someone's coffee shop... I was fine, but the glass door shattered land.

My paycheck never stays with me for a week.

This has led me to develop a good habit, as long as I pay my salary, I will deposit it in the bank-until death...never take it out.

So I am super extremely and extremely poor.

The cash on the whole body will never exceed 20 yuan... so as not to fall into a situation of irreversible next time you are involved in meddling.

In fact, I always admire my bad luck.

How much did I have to be favored by the God of Decline to be so unlucky.

God, how much do you love me...

The telephone pole saw me falling into the water in a mess, and there was an indescribable smile in his voice: "Pfft...you still like to play with water at such a big age?"

Who loves to play with water!Didn't you see that I fell off? Me!I don't have any innocence, bastard!

I was angry, and scanned him with a murder ray—from hair strands to soles of feet.

He didn't care about my sight, shrugged, and stretched out his hand to pull me: "Aren't you coming up yet? Minor chords?~"

I glanced at him, sighed, grabbed his hand, and then...hugged his arm violently, and pulled him into the water with brute force...and I even stumbled a little with my feet treacherously him.

But he didn't get hit, he just staggered, and stood firm in the water, but he looked at me with helpless eyes - most of his trouser legs were soaked, sticking to the skin, which outlined his long legs even higher. Legs... Forget it, don't be jealous, shouldn't the legs of the telegraph pole be long...

I resisted the urge to chop off a part of its leg, and looked at him innocently: "Senior, how is it? After experiencing it for myself, I realized how much fun it is to play in water, right?"

He brushed aside the blond hair that was wet by the splash of water, and raised his eyebrows: "Well, it's not bad, how about going swimming with me next time?... Small chords... You don't seem to be afraid of me anymore."

"Swimming... okay, find a chance to go together... and when will I be afraid of you." I will not admit it even if I am killed.

"Well, if you say no, then there is no." He simply sat down in the water like me: "Phew... I didn't take a bath yesterday, and it's quite comfortable to soak in the water now."

"Yeah... In summer, if you don't take a bath for a day, you will feel uncomfortable and itchy all over..." I climbed to the shore and sat on the rocks on the shore for a while before I climbed to the shore to bask in the sun: "Senior, it's better to get up as soon as possible." , if we don’t do it at night, we will definitely freeze to death.”

It doesn't matter if you wear long clothes and trousers to sleep on the tree at night, but if you wear long clothes and trousers that are wet and cold...well, it is almost impossible not to get sick.

What's more...the temperature doesn't seem to be very high today.

In the evening, I will take turns keeping vigil with the seniors, who will be by the fire.

"Senior, let's go a little further ahead." I shook my drenched sleeves, looked up at the telephone pole that was still sitting in the stream, yawning with my eyes closed: "Find an open space and prepare for the arrival of night."

He tilted his head and stretched out his hand, which was as white as jade.

"pull me."

"..." What's the matter with this natural tone...

He raised his eyebrows and looked at me with an aggrieved look—it was definitely a faux pas.

"I pulled you just now."

"...I lost to you." This kind of words like an exchange of equal value made it impossible for me to say no. When I reacted, my arms consciously stepped forward, grabbed the guy's hand, and forced him Rip it up.

His hands are hot and warm...

I didn't notice it just now, but now I realize that his hands are really warm—it can almost be used as a hand warmer.

"...You don't have a fever, do you?" I was worried.

If you have a fever, we will never find medicine now... I was ready to turn on the signal stick in a split second.

"...Well...it's okay," he smiled, curling his lips and said, "I just have a higher body temperature."

"Really?" I reached out and touched his forehead: "...Why do I feel a little hot?"

"Really," he pushed my hand away, sighed, and took the lead: "Didn't you say that you are looking for a place to camp at night? Why don't you leave? Why are you talking like a nanny..."

"Are you really okay? I think we'd better quit this wilderness survival first..." I ignored his last sentence, and still worried: "If you get sick, tell me! Don't make fun of your body! "

"It doesn't matter to me if I quit halfway, but your credits may be lost by more than half."

"That kind of thing can be repaired again, are you really okay? Hey, don't hold on..."

He looked at me for a while with very complicated eyes, and then sneered: "Is it really a nanny..."

……………………… You are the babysitter for your whole family!

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19. ... Is this farming text? ...

Stopping and stopping along the way, I finally found a place to sleep in the evening, leaning on a big tree that can repel insects, and I started to drill wood to make fire with the primitive way of making fire just like yesterday.

He collected some fruits or fungi that could be eaten casually, and waited for me to light a fire—by the way, he took the "playboy" with about half of it left and read it with relish.

... It is true that people divide like creatures and like beasts flock together. He must be very compatible with the beast.

I sighed, and carefully protected the small fire that had just been lit, and added some dry branches to wait for it to start slowly.

The clothes on his body have been exposed to the sun for an afternoon, and now they have dried successfully... At least there is no need to worry about freezing at night.

The fungi he found all looked plain, at least not poisonous, and they were worn on the branches. I inserted them into the soil beside the fire and let them roast by themselves, turning them over occasionally to prevent them from being burnt.

I'm actually not very good at grilling food. After all, I used to live in a relatively southern place. Usually, how many southerners would set up a stove for grilling at the door of their house-you can finish it with a few turns in the microwave oven, and the things you make are absolutely delicious. not authentic.

People in the family also like to eat light food, and occasionally want to change their taste, they also eat a lot of Sichuan food, barbecue, and only eat a bunch of barbecue stalls when they go to the street.

Besides, even if my cooking skills are not bad, but without oil, salt, and any seasoning, no matter how well the fire is mastered, it will never be delicious.

I thought about it, took out the fruit that I hadn't eaten in the morning, found a sunken stone, washed it, and put the fruit in it to mash.

The milky white pulp turned into a paste. I squeezed the pulp until there was no more juice, then put the puree aside for later use, and then rolled the half-cooked mushrooms in the juice , continue to test, sprinkle a few more drops from time to time...

The air gradually has the aroma of fruit juice, a bit like apples, but stickier and sweeter.

Mushrooms were originally milky white, but after adding juice, they turned golden brown after roasting for a while, which looked very appetizing.

...It obviously tastes very sour.

I glanced at the telegraph pole, which was attracted by the scent, and stared at the mushroom intently. With the idea that a dead fellow Taoist would never die, I first handed the mushroom to the telegraph pole.

"Okay, try it?"

The telegraph pole took it, pinched a corner of the mushroom with his fingers, tore a piece into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, then licked his lips and said, "It tastes good."

I breathed a sigh of relief, picked up another skewer and continued to bake.

When I tasted it myself, I found that it tasted really good.

In other words, the taste is very good, refreshing and not sour at all, with the fragrance of fruit juice and a little sweetness, even the fresh fragrance of mushrooms seems to be hooked by the juice, and the richness in the mouth makes people feel that they can't wait Tongue also swallowed.

It's a pity that the juice is not enough, we eat it separately, each person only gets two skewers, I am more satisfied, but the telephone pole looks at the remaining cooked mushrooms with a pity - the taste of those is of course not the same as the one just now It has a muddy smell, and it is dry and unappetizing to the bite.

After much deliberation, I spread out the remaining puree to dry in the moonlight.

"What are you doing?" The telegraph pole asked me curiously.

"It's dried and used as a condiment." I didn't bother to turn my head, and continued to play with the puree: "If we can catch a fish tomorrow, we will grill the fish and eat it."

If not, these can also be used as a condiment mixed with mushrooms.

The telegraph pole laughed immediately, touching my head with a monstrous smile: "The little chord is really capable..."

Why do I feel like this doesn't sound like a compliment to me.

After finishing the task at hand, I sat down next to him.

"It's a bit cold today, let's go on the ground," I discussed with him: "We take turns keeping watch."

"... On the ground? How did you sleep yesterday?"

I looked up at the branches above my head in embarrassment.

"...Then you must be sleeping well."

I continued to look awkwardly at the thick rattan coiled on the tree.

"...Okay, you go to bed later, I will wake you up in the middle of the night."

"……it is good."

For the sake of the fire, I asked the electric pole to find a lot of branches and came back. Judging by the quantity, it should be no problem to burn it all night.

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