Lovely Foolish Man Who Traveled Through Time

Thinking of Shen Qingyan, he got up, packed the little bun on his back, and planned to go out. He walked in his small backyard for a long time, and finally got lost, and the little bun behind him was so hungry that he cried.

Shen Qingyan was angry and annoyed: "You fucking tell me this is the backyard! Is this the whole Forbidden City?"

He slapped the surrounding bushes angrily. Perhaps the so-called backyard does not refer to the small area, but to the fact that the buildings inside are not so gorgeous. This is like a tropical rainforest, where there are grass and trees everywhere...

"Why are you crying all the time, son Zei?" He took the little bun off his back and took a breath when he saw it, the little bun's exposed arm and face were all covered with red bumps: "Fuck, why are there so many of them?" Poisonous mosquito!"

Shen Qingyan didn't have time to think about why the mosquitoes didn't bite him, but fortunately, Shen Qingyan has a strong learning ability, he has a good memory, and he is a master of learning with a wide range of subjects.

There was a period of time in college when our young man, Boss Shen, was obsessed with cool articles such as the strongest doctor, and he was obsessed with the library every day. "Shen Nong's Herbal Classic", "Huangdi Neijing", "Compendium of Herbs" are all entry-level, don't care Whether Li Shizhen, Sun Simiao, Hua Tuo, Bian Que, Zhang Zhongjing and other great medical pharmacists are happy or not, they are all regarded as teachers by him across the ages, and recognized as father by him.

He wrapped the itchy and hiccupping buns in his clothes, squinted his short-sighted eyes and began to search for where the anti-itching mosquito grass is, but this fucking "small" backyard can be called a cultivator. In the fairy grass garden inside, all kinds of rare and exotic grasses can be seen everywhere, but mosquito repellent grass that doesn't work: "Damn, what's the use of this whitening fat grass? This is... hair growth grass."

Shen Qingyan searched for a long time but found nothing. He heard that the crying boy had calmed down, but he whimpered once or twice, wondering if he was alright, and pulled the little bun out of his lapel with a smile on his face.

Shen Qingyan looked at the rice that had become red and swollen like a pig's head, and felt sour in his heart that it was about to be over: "You son, you can't die! Wait, Dad will find you a heat-clearing and detoxifying herb."

In a hurry, he pulled out a large pile of herbs, but accidentally touched a pile of prickly moss, and a long gash was drawn on his finger, and blood trickled out.The blood shone red in the sun with a dazzling golden luster, Shen Qingyan looked at his fingers a little foggy: "Is this fucking blood or gold pink ink?"

The blood dripped from the finger, and accidentally landed on the face of Gu Mi, who was held horizontally by the arm. Miraculously, the redness and swelling on Gu Mi's face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The creature like Fu Lang is so fucking weird, it actually has such a miraculous effect!" Shen Qingyan saw that the backyard was far away from the village, and he couldn't even see a living thing except herbs, so he started to let himself go .

In his bones, he was not a good person who was self-denying and dedicated to public service. In his previous life, he had a magnanimous fake face and a smiling face, and eighteen generations of ancestors who could scold the person he didn't like in his heart could get out of the earth grave.

Shen Qingyan carried the little boy into a mint field, took off the white coat and spread it on the ground, and then put the little boy on it. The coolness of the mint can accelerate blood circulation and cool down.He touched the "golden pink ink" on Gumi's face and body.

The blood froze quickly, and the swelling on Gu Mi's body disappeared only a little.Shen Qingyan gritted his teeth and wiped a deep wound on the sharp thorn. His face was distorted in pain, his originally beautiful eyebrows and eyes were all huddled together, and he couldn't help cursing: "Fuck, old man I am most afraid of pain, for you, I have paid a lot of money, and you have to honor your father well in the future, son of a bitch!"

The scar on the little boy's body healed a lot. Gu Mi, who was covered in bright red finger prints, slowly opened his eyes and saw his father, Shen Qingyan, smearing blood on his body. He twisted his short legs and hugged Shen Qingyan's arm, touching it His bleeding hand: "Papa...it hurts."

Shen Qingyan was in tears all the time, what's with this kind of happiness of being a father and a mother?Instantly felt that the blood was not in vain: "Little darling, Dad doesn't hurt. You remember to honor Dad well in the future, and it will be fucking worth it."

Gu Mi tilted her head and thought for a while, then grinned her two big white teeth: "Xiaojing... blah blah...fucking...worth it..."