Pick up a president's bun

No matter how many struggles and obstacles Tian Dazhuang had in his heart, when he met Shang Xiaoman's clear and beautiful eyes, everything disappeared.

Finally, he walked over, tucked the quilt covering Tian Xiaoman's body, and asked softly: "What do you want to eat? I'll do it."

There was a rippling smile in Tian Xiaoman's eyes, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and he said, "What are you so busy doing all the time? I've been bored for the past two days, I don't want to eat, I just want to talk to people. You Just cook a bowl of noodles and eat, let’s chat after eating.”

As a result, Tian Dazhuang was still very busy after eating rice, busy getting a new pillow for Tian Xiaoman.He found a pair of long tailor's scissors, and after a long time of gestures, he finally cut four rectangular pieces of cotton cloth, and let out a sigh of relief.

Tian Xiaoman watched his movements freshly, and said, "Oh, I can't tell, you can still cut!"

Tian Dazhuang said with a wry smile: "I'm overwhelmed! How can I know it? Isn't this going to catch the ducks on the shelves? Making clothes and quilts, sewing buttons and mending patches, etc. used to be my mother's job, but now I have to rely on myself. Fortunately, I Remember a little bit, just fool around, just don’t dislike it.”

Tian Xiaoman said comfortably: "I don't mind it. As long as I don't want to do anything, I can do anything, haha. Hey, I said Da Zhuang, you are really good, you can work, cook, and sew clothes. Tall and handsome, you must be considered a village version of affordable men, the big girls in your village must like you very much, right?"

Originally, Tian Xiaoman wanted to say that the village version was tall, rich and handsome, but he was afraid of growing his arrogance, so he changed his name to the village version of an affordable man.Although Tian Xiaoman felt a little guilty after saying it, after all, the word "rich" disappeared, and it was thanks to himself.

In the end, Tian Dazhuang didn't know what an economical man was, nor what a tall, rich and handsome man was. After Tian Xiaoman's explanation for a long time, he finally understood, shook his head with a smile, and said, "No way, everyone in our village is serious. , not as you said."

Tian Xiaoman didn't believe his words, and thought to himself, I don't know if this guy is slow, or he is beautiful without knowing it, and he has such a majestic and handsome appearance, how could no one like it?Now is not the feudal era, men chasing women and women chasing men and even men chasing men are common habits?

However, Tian Xiaoman didn't intend to break the casserole and ask the bottom line. Anyway, even if he didn't say anything himself, he could still ask the little intelligence soldier Axe tomorrow.

Because there is no seaming machine, Tian Dazhuang had to sew several edges first, then fill in the cotton, and finally sew it up with thread, and it became a soft cotton pillow.

Tian Xiaoman turned his head to see him threading the needle in a decent manner, the cheek muscles clenched slightly because of concentration, the slightly sunken eye sockets, and the sharp-edged chin made the facial contours look more charming and deep, and the doubts in his heart came out of his mouth : "Has anyone ever told you that you look a bit like a foreigner?"

As the saying goes, one side nourishes the other. Tian Xiaoman is good at observation. He has long discovered that the common features of the people here are broad faces, short jaws, short and stocky stature. In comparison, Tian Dazhuang is like an outlier among them. Not only is he so tall that he stands out from the crowd, but his face also has a mixed-race exotic look, not to mention the slightest resemblance to Tian's father on the portrait, nor does he look like Tian's mother.

Tian Dazhuang's hand holding the needle froze for a moment, and then said bluntly: "No. That's fine, don't talk, you can rest."

As he said that, Tian Dazhuang lowered his head and sewed a few more times quickly, biting off the end of the thread, and it was considered a success.After changing Tian Xiaoman's pillow, he went out to discuss changing the dressing.

Tian Xiaoman could only stare at his back, muttering in his heart: This guy...

About an hour later, Tian Dazhuang brought in the fried medicine. First, according to Dr. Liu's instructions, he picked up the medicine from the boiling soup, mixed it with honey and turpentine, and then took off Tian Xiaoman's clothes and gave it to him. Apply it to the wound on the chest, and finally, wrap it with gauze many times like wrapping a corpse.

Tian Dazhuang raised his eyes and saw Tian Xiaoman's lips parted slightly, as if he was breathing in, so he thought he was in pain, and couldn't help asking: "Is it uncomfortable?" The force of wrapping the gauze suddenly softened by three points.

Tian Xiaoman grinned and said, "It's not uncomfortable, but it smells weird, like something sour and spoiled."

Tian Dazhuang said: "Oh. That's okay, I think it's okay, I don't think it's a strange smell. Didn't I smell it with you?"

Tian Xiaoman said apologetically, "I'm sorry, but you also have to smell this strange smell."

Tian Dazhuang couldn't help touching his hair and said, "What's the matter. Besides, I don't think it's a strange smell. It smells much better than a pigsty."

Tian Xiaoman was grinding his teeth in his heart, he actually compared me to a pigsty!Hmph, I used to be the master of men's perfume for a long time!

Then, Tian Dazhuang came over with the basin of water, adjusted Tian Xiaoman's position so that his head was facing inward, then took his legs and feet, and inserted a pair of delicate and fair feet into the hot soup basin.

Tian Xiaoman screamed immediately, and instinctively pumped his feet hard, trying to escape.

It's hot, it's hot to death!

Tian Dazhuang's hands held his feet firmly like iron pliers, not allowing him to take them away, and at the same time persuaded: "Hold on! The doctor said that this medicine soup is his favorite recipe for scalding feet. Bringing the acupoints on your body to the wound on your body can make the wound heal quickly. Look, not only your feet are hot, but my hands are also in the water, won't this accompany you?"

Tian Xiaoman's mouth made a "hissing" sound from the burn, but his feet stopped moving around, and he tried his best to endure it.

Not to mention, it might really work.The feet were scalded as if the skin was about to peel off a layer, and the heat flowed upstream along the blood vessels, making Tian Xiaoman feel that the blood flow has accelerated a lot, and even the wound on the chest is also continuous. The ground hurts slightly and itches a bit, but it brings a carefree and comfortable feeling after a while.

After a while, the water finally cooled down a little, Tian Dazhuang picked up the water with his big palm, washed, rubbed, rubbed for Tian Xiaoman, because it was so comfortable, Tian Xiaoman let out a few hums again.

The fair and delicate arches of the feet were blushed by hot washing, because it is the color of the natural skin, which is even more beautiful than the peach blossoms in March. Tian Dazhuang couldn't help but look up at the person lying on the bed. Seeing this toss, Tian Xiaoman Sweat was dripping from his head and face, his jet-black hair was wet and sticking to his forehead, his face was steamed white and red, and those beautiful eyes became blurred...

Tian Dazhuang only felt a heat in his head, and the blood in his limbs and bones boiled.

Tian Xiaoman lay on the bed with his eyes wide open, his feet were still hot, as if they were irritated by the medicine, which kept him awake for a long time.In addition, there was another reason. Tian Dazhuang, who poured the footwashing water, hadn't come back for a long time, and Tian Xiaoman couldn't realize it. He couldn't help muttering: "Why pour the water? It's been so long..."

Tian Dazhuang went to another room, half leaning against the wall, stroking his crotch with his slender fingers whitened by the medicine soup just now, he sighed in distress, and began to move.

Tian Dazhuang seldom blasphemed himself, and occasionally when he was agitated, he calmed down a little and passed. After all, he lived with his parents, and he had a reserved temperament.

But this time, it was a rage that he couldn't hold back, and if he didn't come out, he would almost suffocate him to death.

With the movement of his fingers, Tian Dazhuang's hot body finally got a little vent.

At the final sprint, all the grotesque scenes in Tian Dazhuang's mind faded away, leaving only Tian Xiaoman's face that he saw just now, dripping with sweat, as gorgeous as a peach blossom, as if he was having fun under his own body...