A journalist partner

Worked until one o'clock in the morning. "

"..." The pen in her hand stopped, Dorothy paused, and said softly, "It's been so long... how old are you, and my sister is so sick again... Can your body hold it?"

"..." Lowering his head slightly, Puppy was silent for a while, and clenched his fists, "I can't ask for leave, my sister has been resting at home for the past two hours, and I'll catch some fish for her to replenish her body, hoping to recover a bit... ..."

"..." Dorothy sighed, reaching out to touch Puppy's soft blond hair.Are you a flower farmer... Planting the most precious flower seeds in the world, working day and night for the happiness of others, creating countless wealth, but living in the most miserable bottom... Even if this phenomenon is reported, those early People who are used to exploitation, how many people will be moved by it...

The gate of the tower suddenly opened, and an old man with a gray beard came out.

"Ah, it's the village chief..." Puppy called softly, and then said, "I have to go back to take care of my sister. You guys will talk to the village chief later, and he will definitely agree. I have to go first."

"En." Farewell to Pappy, Dorothy looked at the village head hurriedly, bald, with snow-white beard tips, narrowed eyes slightly, showing a bit of irresistible majesty.The team escorting the flower farmers had also approached at this time, and one of the soldiers trotted towards the village head, bent down, and whispered something in his ear.

"En..." The village chief listened carefully, and after the man had finished speaking, he pondered for a while, and said, "I will start supplementing tonight, if it is not enough, let the flower farmer replace it."

"Yes!" With a bow, the soldier retreated and led the team away.

Then the village head turned to Dorothy and the others, and asked, "Are you..."

"Ah." Dorothy scratched her head hurriedly and replied, "We are from out of town. We pass by here and want to live in your house for a while. I also want a record pointer. I don't know if it's convenient..."

"Convenience and convenience, of course convenience!" He replied with a smile without hesitation, and the village chief smiled, "Of course foreign guests are welcome, you can stay at my place with peace of mind, and I will prepare the record pointer for you."

"That's troublesome." Luo smiled slightly.

"Come in with me." The village head led them into the house.The house is brightly lit, and it looks like a castle.Dorothy and Luo followed him up the stairs, and stopped at the door of a house on which floor they had reached.

"Guests from afar, please stay in this room." The village chief smiled.

Dorothy smiled back, "Oh, thank you. If I hear you right, you mean this one?"

"Yeah, this one, I hope you don't dislike it."

"I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it, but..." Dorothy continued to smile, "I'm a woman." Pointing at the guy next to her with her index finger, "He's a man." Dare I know that it's indecent to have a man and a woman in the same room ?Even if it's not indecent, it's not indecent, but it will hurt the hearts of some young women and girls who admire a certain Mensao pirate, okay?

"Although there are other spare rooms—" the village chief smiled and looked at her without changing his expression, "but I hope to reduce the chance of my clean and clean room being defiled by strangers as much as possible, haha, this does not mean that I am not hospitable. ~"

"..." Dorothy was silent, she was speechless in the face of such humiliation...

The atmosphere became weird and awkward in the stalemate between the two.

For a long time——Smiling slightly, Luo put his hands behind his head and walked into the room with a smile, "Thank you, Dorothy, come in."

Finally found a step, walked in silently, Dorothy was in tears, really really really - do you want to stay in the same room with this guy?It's not that she dislikes it, but it's really, really inconvenient and uncomfortable! !Don't talk about anything, just his disinclined to talk to people, if she knew there was someone in the room but couldn't talk freely, she would rather be alone than this comfortable!Feeling sad for a while, Dorothy looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, turned around and wanted to comfort Luo, who should be just as sad, depressed, and complaining as she was—

But taking a deep breath, Dorothy pointed tremblingly at the person in front of her, speechless with excitement, "You, you, you, you, you... why did you fall asleep!!!"

Luo in front of him had already changed into a comfortable underwear, and was lying comfortably on the only big bed in the house, leaning on the bed and reading a newspaper comfortably.

Fingers continued to tremble in the air, and Dorothy's grief and indignation had turned into sadness, "I even changed my clothes, and you moved so fast, and you're playing dirty with me... Hey, where should I sleep!" She might as well occupy the bed in the idle time of complaining about others, ah, she actually regarded him as a compatriot who resisted like her before!

Raising his eyes slightly, Luo glanced at her, lowered his head and continued to read the newspaper, with a smile on his lips, "Whatever you want, you can sleep wherever you want."

"..." Puckering her lips, Dorothy obediently lay down on the sofa beside her.

The room was quiet, and Dorothy was writing her report silently by herself. She really didn't expect that guy to have a few more words with her.

half an hour-

"Slave." A soft voice sounded in the silent room.

Dorothy lowered her head and wrote the report.

"slave."

The nib of the pen continued to brush and write vigorously.

"Slave Dorothy." The voice rose sharply.

"Ah?" Hearing her own name, Dorothy raised her head suddenly, and looked at the man lying on the bed in doubt, and it took a long time to realize, "You called me?"

Unable to see any emotion, Luo looked at her indifferently, "I've already called a few times, slave."

"Cough, slave?" Dorothy slapped her forehead a little bit startled, "Ah, yes! I forgot, you just called slave and you were calling me. I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't react." Then She frowned suddenly, curled her lips, "Hey, is it interesting to call that so you, I will pay you back when I earn enough money!"

"Forgot?" The corners of his lips curled slightly, Luo looked at her lightly and said, "Slave slave slave slave slave slave slave slave slave slave slave slave."

"..." Dorothy looked at him with a little disdain, "Should I be honored that you called me so many times...?"

"Just remember it." Luo Dan smiled, "I'm thirsty, go buy something to drink, slave."

"Hey!" Dorothy said angrily, "I don't know where to go!"

"I don't want to move." A very natural tone.

"Then don't drink." Dorothy bowed her head mercilessly and continued to write her report.

……

"Don't you want to drink?"

"Do not want to."

"I really want to drink."

"It's none of my business, go buy it yourself."

"I really don't want to move."

"..." Too lazy to start a conversation, Dorothy wrote furiously.Is this guy a three-year-old kid? He's really a rascal when he gets lazy.

……

……

a long time--

"Hello." Looking up, Dorothy looked at the man in front of her, "I said, I'll buy it for you..."

A faint smile appeared on his face, his eyes moved away from the newspaper, and Luo looked at her.

"However, you want to chat with me later." Women who can't stand loneliness are sometimes very spineless.

"Okay." It's rare that it wasn't a calm smile, and the smile on Luo's face deepened.

Mela.04

Dorothy asked for money and walked out of the room carelessly.Going down the spiral staircase, the walls are lit with old wall lamps, and there are no people in the tower, and it is extremely quiet.While walking, there was a sudden noise outside the window, which seemed particularly abrupt in the silent night.

Dorothy hurried to the window to look out.

In the hazy moonlight, several soldiers were hurriedly escorting a small group of sick people to the back of the house.The detainees were bound by a thick rope and forced to walk quickly.Water splashed in people's flustered footsteps, and there were low sobs and impatient urging sounds.A soldier with an officer's face directed the escorting crowd and asked, "Have all the thin and old flower farmers been picked out?"

Someone replied: "Report sir, there are still some being sent here."

"Take these people to the cultivation center first."

What is this doing?Dorothy frowned, carefully observing the situation outside the house.Judging from this posture, it doesn't look like they are going to work. Why do you only pick the old, weak, sick and disabled flower farmers?Or some special regulations in their town?Anyway, she didn't understand, Dorothy shook her head, too lazy to delve into the weird behavior in front of her.

She went downstairs, groped her way to the back door and went out.Although I don't know what those people are doing secretly, but I still don't want to meet them head-on.After wandering around to buy some drinks and food from another trail, she hurried back again.

The crowd at the gate of the village head's house still did not retreat, and there were still a few soldiers escorting a few scattered flower farmers along the way.

It seems to be another batch.

Before entering the back door, Dorothy glanced into the crowd.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in his line of sight.She was wearing an old and yellowish white dress, her golden wavy hair grew to the vest, her eyelids were drooping low, and even her lips were white, revealing a sick haggard look.

Erin?Puppy's sister!

Dorothy's mouth fell open in surprise.

However, it's not surprising if you think about it carefully. Irene is indeed very suitable for those soldiers who want to be thin flower farmers.Dorothy took a few more glances. Irene's thin body barely walked briskly in the cool night, her shoulders trembled slightly. Although she lowered her head and couldn't see the emotion in her eyes, Dorothy felt To her weeping sadly.

The hand holding the bottle of drink became stronger and stronger.It seems to be, not a very good thing.

Erin, what are you going to be taken to do?

Papi's radiant face appeared again in his mind, it seemed that no matter how hard he was, he couldn't get rid of that