The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Brother Shen actually said that he was going to die!

The friends were all stunned, suspecting that they had heard it wrong.

"Brother Shen, you mean, you want to dig some sand and go back to stew potatoes, right?"

Xie Chen: "No."

"Brother Shen, you should mean that you want to find a basket for potatoes?"

"No." Xie Chen jumped off the rock, stepped on the rock with one foot, and announced loudly, "I want to die in front of Mao Mao!"

The friends were stunned again, they had never seen such an unreasonable request.

Knowing that they were unreliable, Xie Chen curled his lips and looked at one of his friends: "Zhi Duoxing, tell me."

It's the age when people like to give people nicknames. Everyone in their group has a nickname.

The child called "Zhi Duo Xing" was named Wen Zhi, and he got this nickname because he always liked to listen to books at the storytelling stand.

Wen Zhi had never heard of such a thing, thought for a long time, and finally said: "Brother Shen."

"You said."

"Are you going to be resurrected after you die?"

"……nonsense."

"That's a little difficult."

"Of course I know it's a bit difficult. I thought about it all night and I didn't think about it." Xie Chen sat down on the rock again, patted the empty space beside him, "Come on, come and sit and think."

The friends sat down on the rocks, and there was a long silence.

Xie Chen's request was really too much for anyone to do.

"I can't figure it out, I'd better dig potatoes."

"I will go with you."

Seeing that his friends were about to leave, Xie Chen was a little anxious: "Come back!"

They looked back and saw Xie Chen take out a dagger inlaid with gems from his arms.

Hula, everyone ran away.

"Brother, brother, speak up if you have something to say!"

Xie Chen was speechless, and took out a richly decorated wood carving and a palm-sized comic book from his bosom, and placed them on the stone.

"Whoever thinks of a way, these things will be given to whoever."

The friends all breathed a sigh of relief and moved closer again.

"Brother Shen, I think you can take an antidote first, and then take the poison, so that you can fool Mao Mao."

"Where can I get this kind of medicine? If the medicine is useless, Brother Shen will die? From my point of view, Brother Chen should just hold his breath for an hour."

"It's too troublesome to hold your breath, let's hang yourself, let's ask Mao Mao to come over and take a look, and then put Brother Shen down immediately."

Xie Chen frowned deeply: "Can you rely on some clues?"

"Brother Shen, whether it is reliable or not is another matter. Just say it, whether it works or not? Can you die?"

"Yes, it's dead." Xie Chen looked at Wen Zhi again, "Zhi Duoxing, tell me."

Wen Zhi asked, "Brother Shen, why did you die in front of Mao Mao?"

"Yeah, why?"

Friends are more interested in this matter.

"I lied to him that I was going to die."

After Xie Chen finished talking, the friends all understood.

"Brother Shen, you lied to Mao Mao, no wonder Mao Mao has been so kind to you recently!"

"Brother Shen, you are too much, I won't help you find a way."

Xie Chen was speechless: "Can you figure it out? Think for me." He was a little ashamed, lowered his head, and looked at his toes: "I know I was wrong, I won't lie to him next time."

By the way, he only said it when Zhi Duoxing asked him just now.

He raised his head again: "Zhi Duoxing, have you thought of a way?"

Wen Zhi paused: "Brother Shen, you should confess to Mao Mao."

Xie Chen resolutely refused: "No, he will ignore people!"

On the other side, Song Jiao and Mu Ying who stayed with him were sitting under the tree, and they were eating fruit.

Song Jiao pinched a fruit, peeled off the skin, and handed it to the little yellow dog: "All."

The system ate the fruit in one gulp, Muying stuffed one into his mouth, and kindly reminded: "Mamao, you are too kind to your puppy, just give it the skin."

Song Jiao said seriously, "No."

"why?"

"because……"

Before Song Jiao could figure out why, the system stepped forward, stopped in front of Muying, stretched out its front paws, and stepped on him.

Muying was terrified, shrank her feet, and hugged Song Jiao's arm: "Maomao, is it a dog spirit?"

"no no."

"But then it can understand us!"

"I can only understand a little." Song Jiao showed him the fruit in his pocket, and changed the subject abruptly, "Do you still want to eat? I'll give you all."

"How do you have so many?"

"Thank you Chen for giving it to me, let me eat it for you."

Muying immediately put the system matter behind her: "Okay, thank you, Maomao."

Song Jiao gave him all the fruits, and then beat the system's bald dog's head to tell him not to do this in the future.

"Then I'll go collect firewood first, and Xie Chen and the others should be back later."

"It doesn't need to be so fast." Mu Ying said while eating, "Brother Shen called them all away, there should be something wrong."

"whats the matter?"

"I don't know, I didn't follow."

Song Jiao suddenly remembered something, lowered his eyes, very depressed.

He knew that Xie Chen was going to die tomorrow, so he definitely wanted to tell his friends about it.

Xie Chen was injured because he was hit by him. He must have prevented himself from passing by to protect himself. Otherwise, his friends would definitely blame him when they knew the truth.

Song Jiao lowered her head to think about things, while Muying only focused on eating the fruit, and when she was full, she hiccupped and realized that something was wrong with Song Jiao.

"Mamao? What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Song Jiao was so guilty that she almost cried.

Muying raised her head: "Hey, brother Shen is back!"

Persuaded by Wen Zhi, Xie Chen, who was about to come back and confess everything to Song Jiao, walked here with arrogance and arrogance accompanied by his friends.

"Brother Shen, relax, you can do it."

Xie Chen took a deep breath and strode forward: "Mao..."

With red eyes, Song Jiao rushed forward and hugged him, and burst into tears with a "wow".

Xie Chen was immediately discouraged when he hugged him.

It is more convenient for me to die once in front of him.

That night, Song Jiao took a small stone and wanted to carve the last stroke of the orthographic letter on the bedside.

It will be five days soon.

Song Jiao's eyes were full of tears, and the hand holding the stone trembled slightly.

At this time, Xie Chen took a shower and came back from the outside: "Mamao..."

Getting along these days, he knows Song Jiao too well, and this appearance is about to cry again.

He hurriedly pressed Song Jiao: "I see, don't cry."

"Woo—" Song Jiao tightly closed his mouth, suppressing the crying, like a little train.

"Go to sleep quickly."

Xie Chen pulled the quilt away, stuffed him in, and then turned to blow on the lamp.

The two were lying on the bed, Song Jiao hugged Xie Chen's arm tightly, and there were still wet tears on his face.

Xie Chen held him down: "Maomao, stop shaking."

"Woo—" Song Jiao covered her mouth, "But you are going to die."

"Not that fast."

"Is there anything you can do for me? I will try my best to help you."

"Hmm..." Xie Chen thought for a while, "I gave you all the toys in my room."

Song Jiao wiped her tears and praised from the bottom of her heart: "Brother Shen, you are so kind."

Xie Chen continued: "My mother only has me as a child, and my father is fighting outside again. Please help me take care of my mother, and don't make her too sad."

"Well, don't worry, I will stay with Auntie. What else?"

"And..." For some reason, Xie Chen suddenly felt an extremely sad feeling welling up in his heart.

He also started to play.

"Wow", Xie Chen also cried: "I don't want to die!"

As soon as he cried, Song Jiao, who had been holding back all this time, couldn't help it anymore, and he also burst into tears: "Xie Chen, don't die!"

The two children hugged each other, bursting into tears and snot, crying so loudly that the roof was almost toppled over.

Song Jiao said: "Brother Shen, let's... cry softly, Auntie is next door, she will hear you."

Xie Chen pulled the quilt over and covered the two people's heads, and the two hid in the quilt like this, sobbing and crying.

I don't know how long I cried before the quilt on my head was lifted.

"What are you two brats doing?" Mrs. Xie held up the quilt and looked at the two tearful children in shock—the tearful children.

Song Jiao couldn't breathe from crying, her cheeks were flushed, and when she was about to speak, Xie Chen covered her mouth.

He just remembered that Xie Chen didn't let him tell his aunt about this, because Xie Chen was afraid that his aunt would be sad.

Neither of them spoke, Mrs. Xie frowned, very puzzled: "It's fine, just don't tell me." She said to Xie Chen: "Ah Chen, your friend came to see you, you go out and have a look."

"Okay." Xie Chen wiped his face and got up to go out.

Song Jiao held his hand reluctantly, Xie Chen comforted him: "I'll be back soon, you go to bed first."

Mrs. Xie's whole face was wrinkled. What's going on?Why are the two kids so close?What did she miss?

Xie Chen walked outside, except for Mu Ying, several other friends had arrived.

"Brother Shen."

"Well, what's the matter?" Xie Chen glanced back, "Go away and talk."

A group of people walked out into the hallway a little far from the room and started plotting.

"Brother Shen, we are a little worried. We didn't figure out a way during the day, have you figured it out yet?"

"I figured it out." Xie Chen bent down, lifted his trousers, revealing the dagger tied to his foot, "Tomorrow I will stab myself first, and then you call Mao Mao, wait for him to confirm that I am dead, hurry up Go find the doctor."

"Brother Shen, if a person is killed, he will die." The friends thought for a while and added, "And they cannot be resurrected."

Xie Chen flicked his legs and adjusted his trousers: "There is no other way, do you have a better way?"

"No, but we all know that Brother Shen, your method will definitely not work."

"That's still..."

Xie Chen said that he was about to bend down again, and his friends rushed up to snatch his dagger to prevent him from doing stupid things.

"Brother Shen, you can't do it!"

Everyone was in a mess, pressing Xie Chen hard, trying to snatch the dagger from him.

During the confusion, they suddenly heard a voice behind them: "What are you doing?"

When everyone turned around, Song Jiao was wearing pajamas, hugging the puppy, standing at the door rubbing his eyes.

He was really worried about Xie Chen, so he wanted to come out and take a look, but it turned out that Xie Chen seemed to be fighting with his friends.

Seeing that Song Jiao was about to come, Xie Chen froze in place. At this moment, Wen Zhi tugged at Xie Chen's sleeve: "Brother Shen, pretend to be dead."

good idea!

Xie Chen closed his eyes, leaned back, and fell straight down. His friends caught him in time and shouted in time: "Brother Shen!"

Song Jiao was a little anxious, threw the little yellow dog aside, and hurried forward: "Thank you Chen!"

The little yellow dog flopped and fell to the ground. Although he was a little dissatisfied, he still held back.

Heh, I want to see how Xie Chen pretends to be dead.

Song Jiao trotted forward, patted Xie Chen's face, and called him crying, "Xie Chen? Xie Chen?"

Xie Chen's friends all said: "Maomao, brother Shen is dead."

Song Jiao squeezed Xie Chen's mouth, and puffed up her cheeks.

Friends panicked: "Maomao, what are you doing?!"

"It's called artificial respiration, and it's very useful." Song Jiao said, puffing up his cheeks again.

What is artificial respiration?Xie Chen slightly opened his eyes and saw Song Jiao approaching infinitely like a little goldfish. His whole body was jolted up and he almost came back to life on the spot.

But the friends held him down, and Wen Zhi whispered in his ear: "Brother Shen, endure this for a while, and when Mao Mao finishes breathing, you can wake up and say that he saved you."

Ming...understood,

But...he wasn't ready yet, Xie Chen was a little shy to kiss Mao Mao.

Xie Chen's eyelashes trembled, before Song Jiao's "artificial respiration", he waited for Mr. Xie's voice.

"Yo, brother Shen, where are you playing?"

Song Jiao turned her head, tears streaming down her face: "Grandpa Xie Chen, Xie Chen is dead!"

"I know, you said a few days ago, Xie Chen said that you knocked him out of his internal injuries, and now he's dead?"

"Well... I'm sorry, Grandpa Xie Shen, I didn't mean to..."

Mr. Xie waved his hand, indicating that it was all right, and ordered the gong and drum team behind him: "Come on, play a song for my grandson."

There were a dozen or so bandits behind him, some playing drums, some beating gongs, and even some playing suona.

As soon as the suona sounded, Xie Chen played a song "On the Sedan Chair".

This is really my grandpa.Xie Chen squeezed his little hands, thought for a while, and immediately "tricked the corpse", sat up quickly, pressed Song Jiao's face, and "tweeted" on his cheek.

Song Jiao was dumbfounded.

Xie Chen said confidently: "Centipede tiger sucking is really useful, I'm alive again."