After wearing the book, the sickly junior brother always plots against me

Changxiu gasped for breath with difficulty, and said tentatively: "You once said you were my medicine man, is it true?"

"I am a senior brother, and I have never had a fake."

Liu An's feet also slowly moved away from his body, and with his hands behind his back, he looked down at him: "Is there still a poisonous withered vine?"

"Your body..."

Can this body riddled with holes really be able to withstand the poison of the poisonous withered vine? This Liu An is so confident, but it is also...

After soaking in the poison barrel for two days, there was no good part of his body, and his flesh and blood were separated, but he was able to hang himself directly, which shows that it is really extraordinary.

Liu An was covered in blood, and he took a small step back, his eyes were full of sternness, but the corner of his mouth raised a smile: "I can still hold on, but he is not, he is anxious to see me, and his toxicity has not yet Full solution."

Wait a little longer, I'll be back, even if the brother is fried, I'll finish it, it's an apology.

Little fool, wait for me, don't hurt yourself again.

He forcefully propped up his frail body, slowly closed those painful eyes, and pierced his sharp fingertips into the palm of his hand. He knew that there were several places in his body where the blood was no longer flowing.

He also knew that once the poisonous insects were awakened, they would only be excited and even more excited.

He will die at any moment, and the next second may be a farewell.

But he understands better that he can't just die like this, there are still people he cares about waiting for him to eat.

He bit off the half-lost piece of flesh on his finger, some blackened blood flowed out, and he wiped it on his scarred neck, murmuring strange spells in his mouth.

"Senior brother, I also give you my next life."

"Now, there is really nothing left, I just beg you..."

Don't lie to me, don't let me down.

On the other end, Hua Ming sneezed three times in a row. He squatted on the ground with the tomato in his hand, and wiped the oily smoke off his face: "Remember to say that three sneezes means someone is worried."

"The only person in this world who cares about me, who else is there besides you?"

"It's better to see me directly than to worry about it, Liu An, have you lied to me?"

Obviously it was only two days, but it seemed like a long time, his eyes were filled with sadness: "Liu An, don't bore me, don't bore me."

The tomato in his hand fell heavily to the ground again, rolled forward a few times, and just rolled at Xiaoxuan's feet.

"Your complexion is not very good."

Xiaoxuan squatted down, picked up the tomato, and put it on the table beside him. His tone was calm, and his eyes were also calm, showing no emotion.

Hua Ming shook his head, wiped away his tears secretly, and forced a smile: "Maybe it's because I haven't slept well recently."

"What are you doing in the kitchen? There's so much fumes here."

Hua Ming washed the tomatoes, and picked up a kitchen knife to cut them. His fingers were fine except for his thumb, and the rest were bruised.

Probably feeling Xiaoxuan's direct gaze, he smiled awkwardly: "There is a first time for everything, how can there be so many perfections?"

"You are not suitable for the kitchen, why bother yourself?"

Hua Ming put down the knife on his phone, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Actually, there are so many things in the world that are not suitable, as long as they are worthwhile."

"I really don't like to cook. I often work hard to be thankless, and I will be smothered by the oily smoke. It is inevitable that I will be embarrassed."

"Before I changed it, I would just ask for something new, so I wouldn't wrong myself. Even if I starved to death, I wouldn't come to this kitchen to seek guilt."

Xiaoxuan handed him the eggs on the side, hesitated to speak, thought for a while before saying: "What happened next?"

"Nowadays, I just feel joy in my heart, as long as I think about the meals I cooked with my own hands in front of him, it's all worth it."

“Giving your heart is a beautiful thing in itself.”

This time he remembered to put oil, salt, and seasonings, and he was no longer flustered when putting tomatoes and eggs in the pot. He no longer stood far away holding the spatula. His eyes were shining like stars in the sky.

"Xiaoxuan, what's the matter with you coming to see me?"

"You don't want to learn how to cook, do you? Although you have a good eye, but, this thing depends on talent."

While scooping up the soup, Hua Ming teased the little friend, but at this moment, Xiao Xuan was holding his sleeves tightly, pursing his lips, and his eyes were full of worry.

"if……"

"If, if..."

When Xiaoxuan met his innocent eyes, the feeling of guilt in his heart became heavier, and he really didn't know how to open his mouth.

If I tell you that Liu An is being treated inhumanely, will you go crazy?

If I told you that it was all my illnesses, wouldn't you want to pick up a kitchen knife and chop me up?

Forget it, if you can't say it, don't say it. Since you are a sorry person, you should stay away. If you keep your distance, the injury may not hurt so much.

Xiaoxuan shook his head, then turned around and was about to leave, but he didn't want Hua Ming to grab his wrist, with a pure smile: "My soup is ready, let's drink together."

"No... no need!"

In order to refuse more thoroughly, Xiaoxuan deliberately pretended to be fierce, and felt more and more out of breath.

Why should a murderer share a table with a victim?

"Brother Xiaoxuan, you are not embarrassed, are you?"

"Elder brother can't finish drinking so much, you can help brother share it."

Hua Ming handed over the soup on the side, with clear eyes, lowered his head and sighed softly: "When my junior brother comes back, I won't have your share."

"Try it, how does it taste salty?"

"I've done it many times, so it shouldn't overturn."

His fingers were scarred by chopping vegetables and blistered by the splashing hot oil. He didn't sleep for a few hours a day, and they were all soaked in the kitchen.

Sometimes when I was distracted, I squatted on the ground, clasped my hands and silently prayed that the person in my heart was safe and sound.

Yuemo closed his eyes for a long time, and the eye sockets were warm again, so moist that he couldn't see the people and scenery in front of him clearly, and his voice was a little choked up.

He thought, fortunately Liu An didn't see his embarrassment, otherwise he would have to make fun of him again, but he thought...

As long as this person is you, I will tell you when I am happy, and I will tell you when I am sad. Even if I am in a mess, I am willing to show you in a mess.

Hua Ming stood there in a daze, with tears in his eyes, and a tear fell down the corner of his eyes into the bowl of tomato and egg soup. He covered his trembling mouth with both hands, choking: "This soup is a bit salty... "

"But you didn't drink."

Hua Ming tried his best to hold back the tears in his eyes, but his body kept trembling. He smiled bitterly: "My junior brother, he will come back."

"I can cook, he should be back."

The bowl of tomato and egg soup that Xiaoxuan was holding was also trembling, the soup was a little hot and just spilled on his hands: "Actually, Liu An..."

"Liu An, he..."

Just when he mustered up the courage to tell Liu An's whereabouts, Changxiu hurried over and patted his shoulder with a broad palm: "Liu An also misses you very much, take care."

Xiaoxuan still wanted to insist on telling the truth, but Changxiu dragged him out: "You are not in good health, don't let the wind blow."