Xianjun, please calm down

After a long time, Wang Dazhuang regained his composure. Thinking that Xianjun's face was still dirty, he held a wet cloth, shook his hands, and carefully wiped a little of the plaster on the face of the person in front of him with the awe of ordinary people worshiping the emperor. The blood on the lips was wiped away.

Wang Dazhuang covered his face, and wiped it clean to make it look better... There is such a beautiful person in this world, and that is a beauty that he can't imagine with all his imagination. It's really insightful...

He silently put the cloth towel into the basin and washed it clean, slowly calming down his mind. Most people love beautiful things, and Wang Dazhuang considers himself a vulgar layman who couldn't be more vulgar, so he couldn't escape According to this law of nature, many people will unconsciously be more patient and tolerant towards people with outstanding appearance, not to mention that this person is picked up by themselves, so they are from the same country as him, so naturally they are more inclined.

Da Zhuang saw this man's face, and then turned his head to look at the wound on his body, and felt even more unbearable. He couldn't figure out how cruel a person must be to use a knife on such a beauty. Thinking of this , He couldn't help but murmured again: "Who the hell is it? You can do anything to such a good-looking Xianjun. Xianjun, are you afraid that you have met a blind man? But anyone who has eyes has eyes. I won't have the heart to hurt you..."

After washing the cloth towel, he went to wipe someone's hands again. When he held up the man's hand, the old hat who had never seen the world exclaimed again: "This hand is so beautiful... how long is it? It looks like jade. It looks like a stone carving, so beautiful, is it made of meat... You really are a fairy, right?"

He looked at the person on the bed with pity, and murmured: "How can you beat such a good-looking fairy like a fairy? You must have met a blind lunatic, how pitiful..."

Xianjun, who was lying on the bed and looked like a fairy, was in a coma and could not refute.

Wang Dazhuang sighed with emotion, seeing the shock of heaven and man for the first time passed, and the sympathy in his heart was even stronger. He pulled the quilt and covered the person carefully, and sighed softly: "Oh, I hope you can survive... the fairy will not Dead? If you don’t die, then you must be a fairy.”

It's really a pity that such a good-looking person turned into ashes when he died.

Sighing, he packed up the blood-stained white clothes, went to the well in the yard, fetched water and soaked the saponins, the blood stains on the clothes were not easy to wash, it was such a big area, I don’t know if it could be washed clean, It would be a pity if such fine clothes could not be washed again.

Wang Dazhuang looked at the clothes in the basin and thought silently, only this kind of clothes that are as elegant as clouds can be worthy of a fairy like a fairy. It is really aggrieved to let him wear his own coarse clothes.

While soaking the clothes, Wang Dazhuang took a quick bath with well water, then took a small bench he made himself, and sat by the basin to scrub the white clothes. Maybe the material of the clothes was so good that even It was also very easy to wash. It seemed that the blood stains could only float on the surface and not penetrate into the fabric. He rubbed it back and forth several times, and the blood stains disappeared. He held up the clothes and looked at them again and again in the bright moonlight. , um, it's as white as new snow, so beautiful!

This is the clothes that Xianjun should wear!

Because the only bed in the house was occupied by the wounded, Wang Dazhuang could only make do with a chair on one side for one night. There was only one room in the house, and later he and his sister lived in it. Siblings, it is not suitable to sleep in the same room. When life is a little more stable, they built a small room on the side of a gable wall. When his sister was alive, he lived in that small room. , Later, his sister passed away, so he went to the main room, and he used that small room to store sundries. The room was cleared out.

The next day, Da Zhuang got up before dawn. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to go to the bed and touch Xianjun's breath. In a low voice, he said: "You are still alive, you are really a fairy, right? Ordinary people who are injured like this will definitely not be able to survive."

He carefully tucked Xianjun's quilt, washed up and went out.

First, I went up the mountain to pick up the firewood that was cut yesterday, and picked some medicine to stop the bleeding and bruises. After returning, I put down the firewood, and took the pheasant that I killed yesterday to the fifth aunt's house.

The fifth aunt's family has already got up, and fifth uncle Wang is sweeping the yard. When he saw him coming, he greeted him with a smile, "Young boy, are you not going up the mountain today?"

Wang Dazhuang said with a simple and honest smile: "If you don't go up today, you will go up the mountain tomorrow."

The fifth aunt came out of the house, wiped her hands on the apron and said, "It's time to rest for a day, don't spoil your body just because you are young, you will know you will suffer when you are old!"

Wang Dazhuang was still smiling, and he held up the pheasant that was still a little alive in his hand and handed it over, saying: "The pheasant that was hunted yesterday was hot and couldn't hold it, so I sent it to you for a tooth-beating sacrifice. I'll pack it up later. Just add a meat dish at noon."