what are you doing

This effect is comparable to beeswax.

Ding An felt that if he needed hair removal in the future, this plaster would be his first choice.

Just a bit useless.

"I'm sorry," Fang Zeyu looked at him with apologetic eyes, "I have no memory, and I don't know why I put my hand..."

"Forget it, forget it," Ding An immediately interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "What's the big man's business?"

The medicine box was placed in the bedside table. After hesitating for a while, Ding An opened the drawer and took out a piece of plaster and handed it to Fang Zeyu, "You should stick it for me, I can't stick it myself."

"Aren't you afraid of being embarrassed this time?" Fang Zeyu tore off the plaster and teased him, "Turn around and stick your butt up."

Ding An obeyed obediently, "They are all old men, so why should I be embarrassed?"

He was just afraid of being plucked like this again, so he might as well just ask Fang Zeyu to help him.

To say I'm embarrassed, in fact, it's a little bit, he suddenly remembered the big brother driver before, wondering if he was like himself now when he went to the hospital to see hemorrhoids.

But anyway, I don't have to take it off completely, the key parts are still tightly covered.

Ding An's face turned red again.

Fuck, isn't it just a medicine, what's there to be ashamed of.

He pursed his lips, "It's you, don't be shy, you have to be sure to post it for me."

"Do not worry."

That being said, Fang Zeyu couldn't help blushing after seeing the two white patches.

It's really white, tender, and pretty.

He shook his head vigorously, calmed down and put the plaster on.

Ding An felt a chill come over him, and his buttocks were slapped hard twice.

"Fuck!" Ding An quickly pulled up his pants and turned around, "What the hell are you doing beating me? It doesn't matter who you are."

Fang Zeyu couldn't stop laughing, the corners of his mouth almost turned up to the sky, and he didn't stop until Ding An stretched out his hand to hit him.

After a while, Man Yi called.

"My mother called and told us to go to grandma's house early." Ding An put down the phone and came out to find two clothes. "The pigs are all killed, we can almost eat them when we go back."

"Should I go too?" Fang Zeyu asked.

"You're talking nonsense," Ding An rolled his eyes, "otherwise, do you think my mother would specifically call me to ask me to go back earlier?"

The world has changed, but people's hearts are not old.

The two waited at the bus stop for more than ten minutes before a bus arrived. Fortunately, there were not many people on the bus, so Ding An found two seats side by side and asked Fang Zeyu to sit down.

"Is your grandma's house far away?" Fang Zeyu asked, "Why don't we take a taxi?"

"It's not too far away," Ding An thought for a while and said, "But in the countryside, it's a bit expensive to take a taxi."

Understood, Fang Zeyu nodded.

Even if you cross the bridge, you are out of the center of the county. The number of shops on both sides of the street can be seen with the naked eye, and the buses are old. The road is slightly uneven and creaks, like a group of chickens.

Fifteen minutes later, when the bus arrived at the stop, Ding An skipped down the back door and turned into the intersection without stepping on the steps.

Then he took a few steps with his pockets in his hands.

Fang Zeyu also waved his hands and followed, and the two walked side by side, swaying gracefully, as if they were on a catwalk.

Tsk, so cool.

Fang Zeyu tripped over the mound and staggered out.

"Hey!" Ding An regretted that stage accidents require fines.

"This mound is too hard." Fang Zeyu hooked his toes, "It hurt my little toe."

"Moo-"

Suddenly there was a yelp from ahead.

"...Damn it," Ding An said happily, clutching his belly, "All the bulls are making fun of you hahahahahahaha."

"Damn," Fang Zeyu laughed, "It's as if you can understand a cow's language."

"Of course I can understand." Ding An ran to the cow pen in front and touched the little scalper who was eating corn. "Let me tell you this, I grew up in the cow pen."

Fang Zeyu was stunned, "Really? I remember your family was not so poor before, right?"

"I don't live in the cattle pen," Ding An rolled his eyes. "My grandfather has been raising these things, such as cattle, sheep, horses, pigs, chickens, ducks, geese, etc., all of them."

There is a small river in front of it, and the river freezes into a thick layer of ice in winter.

There are four or five children skating on the upper reaches of the river, each with an ice cart, all handmade, very cool.

When the children saw that Ding An was borrowing me to play with, they all waved their hands and greeted him excitedly.

"Liu Erbao!" Ding An yelled, "Come here and lend me the ice cart for a while!"

"Come on!" Liu Erbao'er slid down on the ice trolley, followed by a row behind him, and when he reached Ding An's eyes, he straddled the ice trolley stick into the ice, and the nails missed half of it.

"Brother An, why did you come back?" Liu Erbao'er wore a thick scarf, her little face was flushed from the cold.

Ding An patted his prickly head, and reached out to take the ice cart stick, "What, miss me, little brat?"

"Of course I miss you. You agreed to take me to play games before. I even brought out my mother's mobile phone."

"Brother An, is this your brother?" Another little boy asked, keeping his eyes on Fang Zeyu, "Why are you so tall?"

The child's surname is Wang, and his name is Wang He. He reads fast like Mao Ke'er.

I don't know whether Liu Erbao'er is too well developed or he is malnourished. The two are obviously the same age, but there is a head height difference.

Ding An smiled, "How is it? Your Brother An's brother is not bad, is he?"

"It's so exciting!" said the child, "I want to be this tall in the future!"

"You can pull it down, little Mao Ke'er." Liu Erbao'er patted him on the shoulder, "You are not as tall as my ball."

Mao Keer pushed him unconvinced, "You are not as tall as a ball!"

"Why is the ball so tall?" Fang Zeyu approached Ding An and asked.

"Pi Qiu'er is his dog," Ding An turned to look at him, "It's a big Tibetan mastiff, a handsome thief."

Fang Zeyu had never actually seen a Tibetan mastiff. He imagined what he had seen on the Internet before, and then looked at Xiaomao Keer who was wrestling with Liu Erbaoer.

It seems that it is really not as tall as a dog.

Ding An moved his butt forward and patted the empty space behind, "Old Yu, come up and I'll take you away."

"Aren't you going to stop me?" Fang Zeyu looked back at the two children who rolled together.

With just this sentence, the other two children also rolled with them, and one was clapping on the side to watch the play.

"Don't worry about them," Ding An said, "children are like this, just beat them for a while and you'll be fine."

Fang Zeyu got on the ice cart, stretched his legs by his sides, and tightly grasped Ding An's padded hat with both hands.

"Lift up your legs." Ding An leaned on the stick and exerted some strength.

Did not slide up.