The slag attack is no longer scum [Quick travel]

After pouring the water, Meng Xiangbei half-supported Lin Zhibai to drink the water. Halfway through, Lin Zhibai kept watching him carefully.

"Do you still want to drink?" Meng Xiangbei asked.

Lin Zhibai pursed his lips and shook his head.

After learning that Lin Zhibai had taken the medicine, Meng Xiangbei's heart was relieved a little. The fever is still there, but it will take time for the fever to subside.

Regarding the topic of "forgiveness" just now, neither of them mentioned it again. No matter how beautiful the words are, they are not as effective as actual actions.

"You rest well, I will cook."

Knowing that Meng Xiangbei was going to cook, Lin Zhibai, who was still in a daze, immediately shuddered and struggled to get out of bed, "I'll just go."

Meng Xiangbei hurriedly pressed him on the bed, wrapped him with a quilt, stared at him, and comforted him gently, "Xiaobai, be obedient, you are sick now, you need to rest well, isn't it just cooking, I still It’s not so useless that you can’t even cook, by the way, don’t go to work these few days, wait until your body recovers, okay?”

Meng Xiangbei spoke in a deliberative and coaxing tone, very gentle, but it made Lin Zhibai unable to say "no".

Looking at the back of Meng Xiangbei who turned and went out, Lin Zhibai was stunned, his hands gripping the quilt were tightening.

There is a wide earthen kang under the body, and a thin layer of quilt is spread as a cushion. The quilt on the body is a bit heavy, but it transmits warmth little by little. The breath is full of that person's breath, restless heart For a moment, he settled down, and a few seconds later, he became uneasy again.

Lin Zhibai was really sleepy, his head was in a daze, smelling the familiar breath, he fell asleep in that moment of tranquility.

Meng Xiangbei went to the kitchen and inspected it. There were only a few items that could be considered food, a thin layer of coarse grains at the bottom of the bag, a small half bag of fine grains, and a few sweet potatoes. He rubbed his forehead, precious The fine grains were specially provided by Lin Zhibai for Meng Xiangbei, and the coarse grains and sweet potatoes were reserved for Lin Zhibai. Once Meng Xiangbei's fine grains were gone, Lin Zhibai would exchange his share of coarse grains for fine grains with others.

What a fucking bastard.

Meng Xiangbei cursed softly.

He scooped some fine grains into the casserole and cooked them, then went to process the pheasant, tore the tenderest part into fine pieces and put them into the porridge, and cut a shallot into it.

The remaining pheasants and wild eggs, Meng Xiangbei stayed.

It takes a long time to cook the porridge. While watching the fire, Meng Xiangbei ran to the big room from time to time to check on Lin Zhibai's situation.

The fever still hadn't completely subsided, but it could be felt that it was subsiding little by little, and Meng Xiangbei heaved a sigh of relief.

While making the porridge, Meng Xiangbei cut the firewood at home, fearing that it would disturb Lin Zhibai's rest, so he took it away, and after cutting the firewood, he cleaned the other places except the big room. However, Lin Zhibai had already cleaned it very well before, and now he can clean it very easily.

However, when tidying up the small room where Lin Zhibai lived, Meng Xiangbei was taken aback when he saw the newspaper falling out from under the quilt.

The newspaper was old and yellowed, but it was folded neatly. It could be seen that the owner cherished it very much.

When I opened it, I found that the date was October 1977, more than a year or two years ago, and the general page of the newspaper was full of news about "resuming the college entrance examination".

There are still some circled or written traces in the newspaper, precautions for the exam, and some knowledge points that may be passed in the exam.The writing is very serious, the handwriting is clean and elegant, just like Lin Zhibai.

Back then, when Meng Xiangbei learned that Lin Zhibai intended to take the college entrance examination, he burned all his books and workbooks in a rage, and forced Lin Zhibai to burn them himself.

Later, Lin Zhibai never mentioned the college entrance examination again.

But Meng Xiangbei knew that it wasn't that he didn't mention it, nor that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't mention it or think about it.

He has completely fallen into the gentle trap woven by Meng Xiangbei. In the choice between his dream and his lover, he can only reluctantly abandon his dream.

Meng Xiangbei remembers that when he first arrived in Daohua Village, when the educated youths were talking about their dreams, the boy once said that he wanted to be a teacher, to teach and educate people, and to pass on knowledge from generation to generation.

At that time, Lin Zhibai had light in his eyes.

Now Lin Zhibai has nothing else in his life except to revolve mechanically around Meng Xiangbei.

Meng Xiangbei sighed slightly, folded the newspaper again, and put it back in its original place.

After the porridge was ready, Meng Xiangbei served it out, let it cool for a while, and brought it into the big room.

Lin Zhibai opened his eyes amid a familiar call, took a slight breath, and smelled the aroma of porridge in the air.

Meng Xiangbei helped Lin Zhibai sit up, brought the porridge over, and said with a smile: "You are lucky this time, I got pheasant and wild eggs in the morning, and now I made pheasant porridge, it should be delicious, You try it."

Thick porridge, the porridge is full of fragrance, mixed with finely chopped chicken, sprinkled with green shallots on top, just looking at it makes people appetite.

"Come on, let's eat." Meng Xiangbei scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it, and handed it to Lin Zhibai's mouth.

Lin Zhibai was stunned, and shook his head after two seconds of refusal, "Eat it, I don't need to eat this, I can bake a sweet potato and eat it." He could see that the porridge was made of fine grains, and the porridge in it was fine grains. And chicken, how can he eat it.

Meng Xiangbei knew that he would react like this.

"Xiaobai, be obedient, I cooked this specially for you, you can eat it, or are you disgusted?"

Lin Zhibai opened his almond eyes slightly, how could he be disgusted.

"Since you don't have one, then eat it. Don't worry, I cooked quite a lot. I won't be hungry. Eat it, or I'll get angry." Meng Xiangbei said in a rather fierce tone, "If you don't eat, I didn't eat it either, so I just poured it out."

Hearing that such a precious chicken porridge was going to be poured out, Lin Zhibai couldn't be indifferent, and finally agreed.Because he eats, Meng Xiangbei has always been able to say and do it, especially when he is angry.

Lin Zhibai couldn't remember how long he hadn't eaten fine grains, or how long he hadn't eaten meat.

Lin Zhibai was fed spoonful after spoonful by Meng Xiangbei, the warmth gradually spread from his throat to his stomach and then to his whole body.

The porridge is really delicious, and it is also the most delicious time Lin Zhibai has eaten in the past two years. It is not because it is cooked with fine grains, nor because it contains chicken, but this porridge is what he puts on the tip of his heart. Man cooked it for him.

After eating porridge and sitting for a while, Meng Xiangbei asked Lin Zhibai to lie down and rest.

In the afternoon, because he cared about Lin Zhibai's body, Meng Xiangbei didn't go to the mountains, but was thinking about ways to make money at home.

Meng Xiangbei doesn't plan to go to work step by step, he is not a law-abiding master.But Lin Zhibai's body is too weak, he needs careful maintenance, at least food and clothing, not only food but also money, and he also plans to let Lin Zhibai take the college entrance examination next year, buy books and exercise books, The registration fee requires money.