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

Feng Hezi followed behind Liu An, he knew that the other party did not refuse, so it was an opportunity to turn around.

For the sake of the unjust souls who died tragically on this mountain, and for those eyes that were not closed, his fingers were tightly clenched together, his eyes became more and more indifferent, and the blood dripping from his broken heart also became hard.

The scars on his face were black and red, like ugly vines crawling on his cheeks, hideous and terrifying.

Although Feng Hezi in the past wasn't considered handsome and unrestrained, he was still handsome and attractive, but now he looks gloomy and cold, exuding an aura of not getting close to strangers all over his body.

He tightly grasped the wooden stick in his hand, pursed his lips, and walked forward step by step, not caring about the blood blisters under his feet sticking to the socks.

There is still some distance to Liujiabao, but it is not suitable for Yujian there, you can only walk, and the Liu family is the best at arranging organs and expenses, so be careful and careful.

At noon, the sun was the hottest, and people's mouths were dry from the sun, so a few people went to a teahouse to temporarily settle down.

"Tired?"

Liu An stretched out his hand and gently wiped the sweat from Hua Ming's forehead, smiling purely.

"I see that you have been supporting your waist just now. Could it be that you can't walk anymore and your legs are sore?"

"That's right, you, your body is weak, and you still like to hold on, but just now you said you were carrying you, but you still refused."

Xiao Er who came to serve peanuts at the side also glanced at Hua Ming quietly, his eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: It doesn't look like his face is rosy, but he is panting a little urgently, and he doesn't look weak... …

In terms of weakness, it seems that the man who spoke is a little... This pale face is scary...

Xiao Er couldn't help being stunned, but seeing Feng Hezi with the crooked scar on his face in a blink of an eye, he was so frightened that his soul jumped out of his body, and he quickly stepped aside, muttering in his heart: Who are these people? Can I get off?

"Just now, Xiao Er was frightened, the hand that poured water seemed to be shaking."

Liu An picked up the bowl of tea and snorted coldly: "Whoever is the ugliest is the one who scares it."

Hua Ming: "..."

His Liu An is also true, in fact, he is not that bad in his heart, but he is just unforgiving in his mouth.

Hua Ming glanced at Feng Hezi cautiously, seeing him lowered his head and blowing on the tea in his hand, he couldn't say anything, but he frowned and kicked Liu An's feet, and said softly: "Aren't you thirsty? Drink your tea and don't talk."

"The tea is hot..."

Hua Ming: Don't you still expect me to brag to you, I ho... I hoo hoo...

Call you a big mouth!

Hua Ming ignored him, picked up the teacup and drank a big mouthful of water, refreshing!

The tea is still very sweet, or maybe it is really thirsty.

But when he was about to pour another glass, his wrist was tightly grasped by someone, who blinked his eyes pitifully, and said aggrievedly: "Brother, I'm thirsty too."

Hua Ming was irritated by his operation, lowered his head in embarrassment, and said in a low voice: "Be outside, show some face."

"Brother-"

"Brother, I'm thirsty, I'm so thirsty—"

Hua Ming's eyes widened, goosebumps fell all over the floor, and he frowned: Brother, don't play with me!

You...don't...this...like...ah——

Be yourself!

Facing his pitiful eyes, Hua Ming directly gave up, he knew that the tea had to be blown by himself, and it had to be brought to his mouth, just like coaxing a child.

She really owed him, did she owe her life in her previous life?

In his previous life, he was just a piece of paper in his previous life, but he was manipulated by a piece of paper, "Drink, just like an ancestor."

But Liu An didn't take the cup of tea quickly, but shook his head and shrugged: "I don't have the strength in my hands."

Hua Ming: It's you who is talking about you!

Really really big speechless incident!

Hua Ming was really about to spit out a mouthful of old blood, blushed and put the teacup aside, folded his arms and said, "Then thirsty, are you alright?"

"You deserve it if you die of thirst, day after day, you are the only one who has too many things to do!"

"Why are you so annoying!"

He said that he was annoying, but the worry in his eyes only increased. The moment he raised his eyes, he noticed Liu An's dry lips, and he couldn't help feeling depressed: This idiot doesn't know how to drink well. Water, you have to use your vulnerable body to toss!

But fortunately, he still obediently picked up the teacup, put it by his mouth, and blinked at Hua Ming, raised his eyebrows and said: "My senior brother blows the tea for me himself, how could I?" Don't you want to drink?"

"Look, how sweet it is."

"What a thirst quencher."

Hua Ming heheed: "Look, isn't this arm still intact?"

Liu An put down the teacup in his hand, and the leg under the table lightly kicked his leg, and put his face with one hand: "Senior brother, don't kill me."

"Otherwise, I will be very sad."

Hua Ming: "..."

Liu An stared at him obsessively, showing that pure smile, just looking at him like this, just letting time flow by like this.

I am contented and happy.

He was even thinking, let's learn how to draw tomorrow, and draw his brother's eyebrows, his smile and eye lift, his slender waist, and his straight long legs.

Take that painting with you in life and death, and bury it with my ashes.

I want my ashes to cover every part of the drawing paper, feel the outline of every stroke, and remember you deeply.

Hua Ming felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, so he coughed a few times, then raised his hand to cover his forehead: "Why do you keep staring at me?"

"Look what's wrong, can I still eat you?"

Hua Ming: "..."

Hua Ming was once again choked to the point of speechlessness, but this public place is inevitably embarrassing, so he glanced at Feng Hezi next to him, and smiled again: "Well, let's drink the tea, shouldn't we? Continue on your way?"

Liu An just stared at him and didn't speak.

"Why don't you speak?"

"Hey, I mean..."

Liu An moved his body, stepped forward to get closer, and put another index finger against his lips, with a smile in his eyes: "I know, but I haven't seen enough."

"It's terrible, I can't seem to get enough of Senior Brother."

"Brother, are you playing a trick on me?"

Hua Ming blushed even more, and pushed him away in embarrassment: "You...what nonsense are you talking..."

"I'm just talking nonsense, I'm just teasing you."

Hua Ming was speechless, so he stood up and knocked on Feng Hezi's table again: "Can you go?"

"Don't go..."

With a very indifferent answer, Hua Ming pursed his lips, then gritted his teeth: "Okay, then I'll go!"

But just as he took a step or two, a long whip flew towards him. Fortunately, he avoided it wittily, and when he looked up, he saw a red skirt rippling slightly in the wind...