The enemy has a crush on me

More and more people in the village buy Shengui pills from girls, children who are not good at reading, lazy gamblers, hard-working tenant farmers, women with dim eyes... no matter who they are, as long as they eat this Shengui pill, they seem to be opened. Lingqiao, you can do what you can't do on weekdays, and you dare not think about it on weekdays.

The scholar stopped opening his art booth for a while, until he got into an argument with the girl and came back with a disgraceful face.He has always been polite, but it was the first time that the medicine seller saw him with a look of exasperation.

The drug seller is a man who knows how to yell, and has a sharp tongue that is unique to business. It has been a long time since the birthday of the scholar, not to mention that he is not yet a friend, and he has almost never had a complete conversation.

He has never been to school, and he doesn't know a single word. He is so talkative and painful when he writes a pen. He has a kind of inferiority and conceited respect for the scholar who is full of bookishness, and he observes the scholar from a distance every day. The biggest pastime to kill boredom in the daily life of stalls.

The scholar has always been a person who lives too much in his own world, maybe he has not realized until now that there is an unremarkable small medicine stall not far away.

The painting booth was set up again, and the scholar was still a painting beauty. In the first few days, I couldn’t find the feeling. The pen was still the same pen, the ink was still the same bottle of ink, the paper was still the same paper, the scholar was still the same scholar, After drawing it, I feel that the nose is not a nose and the eyes are not eyes.He drew a picture and tore it up. After tearing it up, he clasped his head with his hands, and he should have collapsed.

The drug seller couldn't remember how long the scholar collapsed, until the countless beauties in the picture albums in the scholar's mind seemed to gradually overlap with the girl, and merge with something deeper, and finally became a real representation.

He painted the figurative, and felt that he had regained his original feeling.

At the beginning, the women in the painting were still roughly similar to those of the past, except for the empty eyes. Later, it became difficult to call it beautiful. Rather than describing a beautiful woman, it is better to say that he is sketching a clearer and unnoticed monster.

The beauty in the painting has a pointed chin, weak willows and wind, her complexion is a kind of tragic and rotten blue that is impossible for human beings, her lower eyelids are red, her upper eyelids are white, her eyes are green, and she is stooped in gorgeous clothes His body is like a burnt and shriveled firewood, and even the sinister smile has disappeared. With a painted skin-like face, his eyes are morbidly and nervously staring, revealing the dark, dark eyes like in the gutter. The look of a spying, greedy, wretched, dull, mouse-like beast.

Her face was still pretty, but she could no longer maintain the posture of a normal person, and her deformity and weirdness showed a kind of horror with strong contrast.

The expression the scholar looks at the finished product is too complicated, making it difficult to tell whether he is disgusted, obsessed, nostalgic or fearful of his creation.

I don't know if it is because there are no models, he must have gradually forgotten how to draw beauties. The faces he draws do not change much, but the bodies are often drawn wrong.Sometimes a few more heads are drawn, sometimes a few strands of black and long hair flow from the corner of the mouth, sometimes an eye is born in the palm, sometimes half of the body is drawn collapsed, sometimes the feet are drawn to the top of the head, and sometimes the hand sticks out from the navel , sometimes the limbs and bones are reversed, sometimes a long body and a dozen pairs of legs are drawn, sometimes eyes grow on the feet, sometimes lying on the ground like a clumsy spider, sometimes wriggling like a maggot with a human face, sometimes The limbs are distorted like deformed branches... The more he draws, the more blurred his memory of the normal form of human beings seems to be. Although there are still jigsaw fragments in his brain, they can only be pieced together into a whole based on his only sense of chaos.

Only the sluggish, greedy and weird expression has penetrated deeper into the bone marrow, blending into every stroke of the painting.

They all had painted skin-like faces, and their eyes were staring sickly and nervously, revealing the demeanor of a dark, spying, greedy, wretched, sluggish, mouse-like beast in the gutter.

As the scholar's aesthetics became more and more weird, fewer and fewer people came to buy his paintings. When the drug seller noticed it, the scholar didn't even draw beauties anymore.His eyes were blue, his pupils were bloodshot, he was muttering to himself, his hands convulsed uncontrollably, he couldn't draw a smooth line, but he tremblingly drew the picture of whether the drug seller had seen it or not. herbs.

"one……"

"ten……"

"One, ten, one hundred,..."

"One, ten, one hundred, one thousand..."

"One, ten, hundred, thousand...one, ten, hundred, thousand...one, ten, hundred, thousand..."

The concrete image in his heart finally peeled off the cocoon, completely peeling off the deformed and sick skin that he once regarded as a human being, exposing the deepest sluggish greed itself.

Every kind of grass is vivid on the paper, with leaves of different sizes, deep and shallow, and even the trembling and zigzag lines complement their strange postures.

What he painted was grass, the grass for refining medicine.

It is the unsatisfactory desire of her body supported by the empty beauty's skin.

A terrifying reality that is invisible to the eyes but is still felt.

It is medicine.

Strengthen the body in one day, cleanse the marrow in ten days, psychic in a hundred days, and ascend in a thousand days.

It has been one day since the outsider came out of the girl's house, and the girl has been living in seclusion for a long time, and the threshold of the house is almost broken by more and more villagers who come to ask for medicine.

The wind was strong that day, and there were a lot of flying sand and stones on the verge of breaking out. The broken rice scattered in the backyard was blown all over the ground, and the hen was so anxious that it seemed to be flying with the wind.The prayer flags hanging on the fence made a whirring sound, but unfortunately there were no temples or monks in the village.The firewood piled in the corner was tightly tied, and the densely packed gaps between the branches were shaking due to the violent squeeze of the air. The dry firewood was also squeezed, like countless bows that had been drawn to their full strings were firing at the end of their strength. whine.

Some people are on the street, some people are in the house, they are eating morning tea, carrying hoes, and chatting about the leisurely day, everyone seems to be the same as usual, with a muddy smile on their face, but a cold heart in their hearts. Already very restless.

Somehow, they seem to know that from this moment on, their lives will undergo unprecedented changes.

Maybe something was destined to happen since the black pill was not mentioned by anyone publicly but quietly prevailed.

The gear of fate is silently turned by those with a heart, driving every screw that no one cares about.

The stranger stepped out.

"One day to strengthen the body, ten days to cleanse the marrow, one hundred days to channel psychics, and one thousand days to soar."

A few months later, the formulas that all the villagers have memorized in their hearts have not yet been born. The master who told the formulas appeared in front of everyone for the first time, and what greeted him was the ambiguous silence of the whole village.

Only the neighbor's yellow dog was barking crazily, its paws clinging to the soil, its fur blown like a hedgehog.

Wang!Wang!Wang!

woof woof woof woof woof often woof woof woof woof!

The neighbor opened the door with a bang, and beat the yellow dog cursingly with a wooden stick. Between, looking slumped.

The villagers were blinded by the strong wind. The broken hair from the temples of the men rose to the corners of their eyes, making their skin itchy. The women covered their hairpins or hugged their children, and their long sleeves were raised to block them. Small half face.

The medicine seller couldn't remember the outsider's appearance, but he only remembered that he was wearing a long robe, not sure how thick it was, but he remained motionless in the strong wind, with a mask on his face, and an invisible aura on his body.

He said that he was a monk from a distant mountain gate, who believed in the way of heaven, practiced for hundreds of years, was seriously injured by fighting with monsters, and was exiled to Longxia Village.Since most of the villagers already know about this medicine, the benefactor is a bodhisattva, and wishes to share the blessing of ascension with everyone.

The benefactor is that girl.

"This medicine was given out for free at the beginning. I really don't believe that this medicine can pass through ghosts and gods and gain immortality, but the villagers are full of energy and feel happy after taking it. It can be seen that it can indeed strengthen the body and refresh the mind. Spiritual medicine." The drug seller said to Yin Luo while recalling, "It's been about a month, and the few people who first took Shengui Pills actually said that they can psychic. They can sleep for days and nights without sleep He is full of energy, hearing and eyes are clear, all diseases are gone, and his work is more refreshing than anyone else, or he is capable of carrying a tripod, or he is naturally charming, or his wisdom has greatly increased..."

"The girl who took in the stranger took the medicine for the longest time. It is said that she has become a half-immortal body. She has already fasted the grain, does not eat or drink, and eliminates all distracting thoughts. Ordinary people can't see it."

"As more and more people are able to psychic, more and more people in the village are following the medicine. After a while, people in the whole village will take this Shengui Pill as a daily routine."

Yin Luo asked: "In this village, everyone is taking this 'Shengui Pill'? Without exception?"

The drug seller scratched his head, hesitated for a long time, and said in a very low voice: "Guest officer... Since you are so generous, I will not hide it from you. If you ask anyone else, the answer is indeed Yes, it just so happens that..."

He glanced left and right: "I am indeed selling Shengui Wan, and I am indeed the only person in the village who has not taken this magic medicine."

Yin Luo said: "Since this medicine has such miraculous effects, why don't you take it?"

The drug seller showed some confusion and distress, as if he didn't know the reason.

He was the first one in the village to witness the impact of Yin Shen Gui Wan on the life of the villagers. The medicine is indeed a magic medicine, but he saw the end from the beginning, and he didn't think it was a happy story anyway.

Even if this is really a magic medicine that can make people ascend to immortality, being an ordinary person will not necessarily make you happier.He has mediocre qualifications, sells some herbal medicines, and occasionally covets petty profits, but if he looks further up, he is content.

When foreigners distributed Shengui pills for free, he also took a few pills home, and whenever he was about to put them in his mouth, the scholar's paintings would suddenly appear in his mind.There are ugly ones, some beautiful ones, and in the end they are completely out of shape and become herbs with winding veins.And now, the herbs in his paintings are about to be swallowed by himself.He felt a little scared, but he didn't know what he was afraid of, so he closed his mouth and put away the pills.

He didn't have the guts to take it, and he didn't want to throw it away, so he carefully put the pills in the cabinet.

In the end, it was secretly eaten by the old mother who heard its miraculous effect at home.

The author has something to say: Another chapter _(:з」∠)_ that is related to the main storyline without the participation of two cubs.