The boss always wants to kill me

Cai Chun's eyelids trembled slightly, and a tear flowed from the corner of his closed eyes.

"I'm still crying, it's really useless." Cang Bi elbowed Cai Chun.

Another tear fell.

He didn't pass the lowest township examination for three times. He obviously didn't want to let go of the rest time when he went to the field. He buried his head in the book and studied hard all night at night. He worked hard to the extreme.

Thinking about it this way, Cang Bi felt that Cai Chun was a bit pitiful again, and stretched out her delicate tongue to lick the tears gently, perhaps because the food was too bland, Cai Chun's tears were almost pale.

"Scholar, I'm going back, so take care of yourself." Cang Bi couldn't say anything after looking at it for a long time, finally made up her mind, and was about to close her eyes to see nothing, when Cai Chun suddenly opened her eyes.

Cai Chun stared fixedly at the little white fox, his black eyes were bottomless, and a touch of pure white was projected into them, like white jade inlaid into obsidian.

Those eyes were so familiar that Cangbi and Cangbi couldn't tell where they were for a while, and murmured: "Lian Yun..."

When he came back to his senses, Cai Chun had already turned his head around, pointing the back of his head with frizzy hair to him.

"How could it be Lianyun with such rotten hair? I must be stupid." Cangbi raised her paw and rubbed her emerald eyes, stepped on her rough head, ready to climb over this "dry mountain" and continue her plan to return home .

The rough palm covered his head, covering Cangbi in darkness, Cai Chun grabbed Cangbi casually, and held Cangbi tightly in his arms, no matter how Xiaohu struggled, he ignored him.

Cangbi just spent the night full of resentment, and she didn’t remember when she fell asleep. When she woke up, she was in the darkened book box again, with half a buckwheat steamed bun in front of her, and it was already cold. , hit the top of the box, and buckled it from the outside as always.

"Xiao Hei...this ugly scholar won't let me kiss." Cangbi complained.

Xiao Hei slept for about eleven hours a day, and didn't have much reaction, so Cangbi could only lean on the bamboo weaving seam and peek outside as usual, her hairy face moved closer, the tip of her nose touched her paw, and a faint scent of medicine came from the broken armor. part came.

Cangbi sniffed it, and didn't know when it was drugged. Seeing the figure working clumsily in the field, he felt that the scholar was barely good-looking and could still be read.

Autumn is in full swing, and the large buckwheat fields have not been harvested, shaking their heads in the breeze, as if whispering secrets that mortals cannot be humane.

But there are always some people, the more unwilling to be humane, the more they want to tear him out of the wound.

"Cai Shusheng, I heard that you failed the ranking again." Wang Laoliu yelled loudly, as if he was afraid that no one in the whole field would know.

Sarcasm seems to be a favorite way for some people to show that they are living a good life. As soon as this remark was made, more people whispered to each other, covering up the sound of wheat waves.

A few of them chatted directly across several ridges.

"It's been three exams. I don't think you are suitable for studying. You should think about how to harvest the wheat faster."

This sounded nice, and at the same time, Uncle Chen simply dug out all the elders of the Cai family: "Didn't the third generation of your family have a Tanhualang? It’s not as good as a generation ago, the house back then has now become a thatched cottage, you should give up on it.”

Cai Chun cut the wheat with his head covered, and his hands had never been so fast before. A layer of water mist formed in his eye sockets due to anger, and everything he saw was blurred. The veins on the back of his thin hands were horribly bulging, as if they were about to burst out from under the skin.

"Why don't you pay attention to people? You must be stupid to read this book of sages."

The people around you come and go, the more they say, the more ugly they are, and it is rare that a few people can't stand it anymore, and after saying a few words for Cai Chun, they are immediately overwhelmed by even more embarrassing words.

The sickle swept across the straw, over the head, and silently left a streak of blood on the calf, followed by the second, and the third...Cai Chun was unconscious, as if controlled by someone, emptied the five senses, just numb hands on.

"Ah! Brother Cai, you cut your leg!" A teenager in the crowd yelled.

Only then did everyone turn their attention to Cai Chun's sickle, the blade was stained with a lot of blood, and even the buckwheat stalks around it were stained.

Seeing that Cai Chun's hand still hadn't stopped, the boy rushed up, grabbed the bloody sickle, and threw it into the ground.

Only then did Cai Chun come back to his senses, pushed away the young man, picked up the sickle, walked over to the bookcase by the field, sat down slumped, opened the bamboo buckle habitually, and reached for the book.

A snow-white shadow rushed out like a wind.

Before Cai Chun could react, Cangbi had already cut buckwheat through the mud all the way from the edge of the field, and climbed up to Uncle Chen, who was the worst-speaking and still complaining that Cai Chun had soiled the buckwheat field, along his trouser legs. Picking up a paw with intact nails, he sent three streaks of blood to Uncle Chen's face as dark as his heart.

"Oh, hello! Where did the dead cat come from!" Uncle Chen grabbed it with his hands.

Relying on her nimble body, Cang Bi jumped into the wheat field in a swift motion, ran wildly towards the sparsely populated direction, and disappeared in a moment.

"Uncle Chen." Wang Laoliu pulled him down, "You're blind, that's not a cat, it's clearly a white fox."

Uncle Chen forgot the pain on his face in an instant, bowed his body and stretched his neck and asked, "Can you see clearly? Is it really that fox?"

"It's clear, it's the white fox I mentioned earlier, the one whose fur can sell for a lot of money." Wang Laoliu almost wanted to put his face on the ground, as if he was afraid that people around him would rob him of his money, and kept his voice to a minimum. , "It still came out of Shusheng Cai's bookcase."

Cangbi didn't know about the greed in the buckwheat field. She ran all the way to the stream at the foot of the mountain. Looking back, no one caught up. Then she fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, panting so hard that she couldn't even see her. No.

"Is this scholar stupid? People say it's so ugly, but he's fine. He didn't have any rebuttals, and even chopped off his own feet." Cang Bi patted the wet grass with her paw angrily, splashing dew on her face, " Xiao Hei, you should tell me that it is so strange that he can be admitted as a scholar like that."

"You know how to read." Xiao Hei briefly commented, and cleaned the dirty little fox with stream water as before, before wrapping it around the water-soaked wound of the severed armor, brushing away the sticky hair Little by little, he used his jet-black body to remove it so that the wound wouldn't touch the water.

"You can't even pass the country test, so you can't even count as reading." Cangbi shook her body, and water droplets fell onto the grass blades, followed by the sound of solid footsteps behind her.

"Who?" Cangbi turned around abruptly, her vision was immediately covered by a large mass of yellow.

"Daughter-in-law, you are back!" The big yellow tiger pressed down overwhelmingly, leaving only a white head for the petite white fox.

The little rabbit with reddish-brown fur around its neck got out of the clump of hair without being eaten by the big worm. It yelled like a parrot: "Daughter-in-law..." The whole body was hidden in the yellow hair again.

"Who is your daughter-in-law! Get out of the way!" Cangbi raised her paws to push the mountain-like tiger, complaining in her heart, she would never be caught back in the cave again.

Sure enough, with a sweep of the tiger's paws, Cangbi was hugged around the waist, flicked wildly on his shoulders, and walked up the mountain swaggeringly.

The sound of footsteps breaking through grass blades could be heard in the distance, getting closer and closer, Cangbi thought about the desperate person who came to feed the tiger, turned his neck and saw that it was that silly scholar.

The front of Cai Chun's calf was dark red, and his steps were impatient and messy. He nearly tripped over the rocks among the grass blades several times, and his ragged trouser legs were roughly tied to the wound by him. Connected together, how embarrassing and embarrassing it is.

Facing the tiger who was almost as tall as a man on all fours, his face was full of fear, but he didn't turn around and run away, but leaned closer step by step carefully, and called to Cangbi, "Come here."

"I want to come over too, he's holding me down." Cangbi thumped a few times, but failed.

Cai Chun didn't know where the courage came from for a moment, picked up a big rock with both hands, raised it above his head, roared with all his strength, and smashed it down on the tiger's big claws on the white back.