Sand sculpture apprentice dressed as black heart lotus

Xu Muyan was very unconvinced, but he didn't dare to argue, so he simply lifted off his robe to reveal his obscene trousers.

I couldn't help but took a provocative look, and looked at the little widow, as if to say "whose mind is not clean, now it's clear at a glance".

Unexpectedly, Yu Lisheng took a look at him and laughed out loud.When he smiled like that, Xu Muyan was dumbfounded.

Because Xu Muyan didn't understand what was so funny about it.

After waiting for Yulisheng to laugh enough, he said sarcastically, "Mu Yan, do you know how to write the four words to maximize strengths and avoid weaknesses?"

"..."

Of course Xu Muyan knew, he didn't go to the countryside to raise pigs when it was time to study.

He not only knows how to write "strengthening strengths and avoiding weaknesses", he also knows how to write "shameless" and "moral decline".

But when the little widow asked, Xu Muyan hesitated.

Should he know, or should he not know?

After hesitating for a moment, Xu Muyan still decided to pretend to be stupid. He shook his head and said in a daze, "I don't know."

"If you don't know, you don't know."

Yu Lisheng wasn't angry either, but the sarcasm became stronger, "You're so childish, how dare you let me see it? Why, you still want to compete with me?"

Xu Muyan: "..."

Could he mean that?

Could it be that?

When did he mean that?

He clearly wanted to tell the little widow that he didn't think that way, whoever has unclean thoughts, who is shameless, who knows what's in his heart!

How can it evolve into, lift up the robe to discuss the length?

He compares himself with the sky, the earth, and the old Wang next door.He doesn't even bother to compare with the little widow!

Why did the little widow laugh at him?

By the age of the little widow?Bad temper?Low moral quality?

"I do not have!"

Yulisheng calmly said: "You have."

"I do not have!"

Yulisheng said unhurriedly: "You have!"

"I really don't!"

Yulisheng gave a "tsk" and said amusedly, "Xu Muyan, are you pairing each other as teachers?"

Xu Muyan clenched his fists, blushing and reasoning: "I didn't think that way! Whoever thinks that way will be killed by a dog when he goes out!"

"Whatever you're thinking, you're not going to be useful in your life as a man."

Yulisheng raised her hand to pinch Xu Muyan's face, and brushed his broken hair behind his ears with infinite tenderness, but the words she said were extremely cruel.

"If you dare to touch someone else, then the teacher won't mind disposing of you. Cut it off with a knife and make it into pieces. You don't need it anyway."

"But if you dare to let someone touch you—"

His eyes turned to Xu Muyan's face, he squeezed Xu Muyan's chin with a smile, and suddenly exerted force, as if he wanted to crush Xu Muyan's bones, and said coldly: "The teacher will tie you to a pillar and tear your mouth apart." Open it, fill it with mercury, let the hot mercury follow the direction of your blood flow, and inject it into your whole body until you die."

Xu Muyan was trembling violently when he heard this, because he was too frightened, his stomach constricted, and he was about to vomit again.

The little widow seemed to have sensed his intentions, she let go of her hand suddenly, pushed him to the ground, pulled his long hair, and forced him to raise his face.

"Going to vomit again? What makes you sick? Tell me, what makes you sick of being a teacher?"

Xu Muyan was in unbearable pain, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He knelt down on his knees, and his hair was tightly grabbed by the little widow, as if his scalp was about to be torn off.

Like a lowly slave, kneeling in front of the little widow, presenting herself in front of him in the most humble, most embarrassing, and most humble posture.

Xu Muyan couldn't open his eyes.

One, he didn't want to open his eyes to see the smug smile on the little widow's face.

Second, his scalp hurts so much that he can't open his eyes at all.

This suffocating length lasted for a long, long time.

Xu Muyan didn't know how long it was, but it was very long anyway.

Because when she was released by the little widow again, the sky outside had already darkened.

Xu Muyan fell to the ground, gasping for breath, trying to catch his breath.

Only from the bottom of the throat can there be a swishing wind sound similar to a broken bellows.

Yulisheng said: "Does the call sound nice?"

"Master... Master, good master, please, I... I was wrong, ahem, master, it was Mu Yan who was wrong, master, please forgive me, please? Mu Yan will never dare again , Master, please, Master..."

Like treating obedient kittens and puppies, Yulisheng raised his hand and slowly stroked Xu Muyan's head, and said softly: "It's really pitiful, are you also so delicate and weak in front of Tan Qinglu? It's okay You just said a few words, and you cried like this, it really makes people feel distressed."

The disgust and hatred in Xu Muyan's heart, like mushrooms after a spring rain, climbed up and entrenched in his heart, giving him the idea of ​​killing the little widow.

But as soon as this thought came to him, his hand slapped his face uncontrollably.

Before he could draw it, Xu Muyan's wrist was grabbed by Yulisheng.

Yu Lisheng smiled and said, "Mu Yan, Master is just caring about you, not angry with you. It's useless to self-mutilate if no one cares about you."

Xu Muyan almost gritted all his teeth, and the hatred in his eyes could not be suppressed no matter what.

Yulisheng was sitting on the chair in front of him laughing, laughing wildly and mockingly, as if to say, look, Xu Muyan, you are the most humble furnace in the world, and also as if to say, what you look like now is really very desire...

But it doesn't matter what is hidden behind the little widow's complicated and weird smile.

Xu Muyan didn't want to investigate further.

Although the process was not beautiful, he got the flour as he wished.

Xu Muyan didn't say anything, just washed his hands in silence, and came to the temporary small kitchen, ready to make a face-to-face meeting.

He was a northerner before his death, so he mostly ate pasta.Therefore, he loves to eat food like noodles, wontons, steamed buns, and sweet potatoes, and he can also make them.

Originally, Xu Muyan wanted to make noodles, show off to the little widow, and wrap a bowl of steaming, delicious fresh meat wontons.

But just changing the flour, the corner of his mouth was split open and bloody, and he is still numb to the point of unconsciousness.

If he had to exchange some fresh meat or something, he might have to die here today.

Make bricks without straw.

Xu Muyan struggled for a while, and finally decided to roll out the noodles.

Kneading noodles and kneading noodles is not a problem, but Xu Muyan has injured both hands before, and the wounds have not fully healed.

While rolling the noodles, the wound opened and blood oozes out.

The little widow wasn't interested in watching him cook, and she didn't want to leave Xu Muyan here alone, so she simply sat on a chair and rested with one hand resting on her forehead.

Xu Muyan glanced over quietly, seeing that the little widow hadn't looked over, he quickly wiped off the blood on his hands before rolling out the dough.

But soon the wound was bleeding again, and he hurried to wipe it again, and in the end, the rolled noodles were stained with a layer of blood.

Xu Muyan sniffled, thinking, anyway, the little widow didn't see it, and he didn't do it on purpose. If the little widow asks later, he should just say that the noodles are this color.

Yes, anyway, it is this color.

Then boiled the water, put the noodles into the pot skillfully, waited for the noodles to be cooked, then put them out, put some seasonings, and sprinkled with chopped green onions.

A bowl of fragrant noodles was ready. Although it was a bowl of plain noodles with clear soup and little water, Xu Muyan made it for an hour.

It was very hard work.Because his hand hurts.

Cooking for someone you hate is more painful than beating him.

Xu Muyan hid his hands in his sleeves, took a deep breath, walked slowly to Yulisheng, and called softly: "Master, it's time to eat."

Yu Lisheng said "um", and said calmly without even raising his eyelids: "Eat, eat more. Only when you are full will you have the strength to serve as a teacher."

"Master, why don't you eat with my apprentice?" Xu Muyan said softly, "I want to eat with my apprentice."

In this way, Yulisheng opened his eyes, glanced at him and said: "I have been a teacher for many years, and I don't need to eat."

"I know, but..."

Xu Muyan lowered his head, tried to put on a pitiful look of being wronged and timid, afraid of being rejected by his sweetheart, and said cautiously: "This disciple specially made noodles for Master, I hope Master will taste it."

Yu Lisheng didn't say anything, but stared at Xu Muyan for a moment with scrutinizing eyes, and kept staring at him until he wanted to bury his head in his chest, before he asked, "Did you spit in it?"

"..."

"Or put something particularly bitter and dirty?"

"..."

"There are many ways to die for a teacher, why choose this stupid way?"

"..."

Yu Lisheng sneered mercilessly and said, "Dogs won't eat anything you make, so you dare to give it to your teacher?"

Xu Muyan's heart felt cold.

So, he betrayed his mouth, obeyed in every possible way, almost begged for a little flour, and worked hard to make a bowl of hand-rolled noodles, just hoping that the little widow could see his "sincerity".

Who ever thought that his "sincerity" was worthless in the eyes of the little widow.

In the eyes of the little widow, the hand-rolled noodles he worked so hard to make are not something people can eat at all.

Xu Muyan clearly knew that it wasn't the little widow who hated the bowl of noodles, it was him who the little widow hated!

But in this case, why did the little widow refuse to kill him?What's the point of torturing each other like this?

Could it be that seeing him struggling like a trapped beast in a nest of blood, unable to survive or die, would there be any special pleasure for the little widow?

Xu Muyan couldn't figure it out, holding the bowl of noodle soup sadly.

It reflected his face at the moment.

Pale, weak, and pitiful, I still feel pitiful, just like what he looked like when he was alive.

He wanted to go home, he dreamed of it.

The tears began to condense again, and big ones fell down where the little widow could not see.

Homesickness surged in his heart.Filled his body to the brim.