Nightfall Chapter 116: Warm to boiling hot wet towel
Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen: Warm to Hot Wet Towel
Hearing this analysis, Chen Pipi was startled first, and then furious, feeling hurt to her self-esteem. He stared at Ning Que without admitting anything. He lowered his voice and sternly rebuked: "What nonsense, Hugh. Otherwise, don’t blame me for slapped you to death, like you, a small character, don’t take out your little cleverness!"
The fat genius boy looked solemn, but he looked at the world a little bit coldly. However, Ning Que was not afraid, leaning on the wall, looking at him with a smile, and suddenly asked: "Have you killed anyone?"
Chen Pipi opened her mouth slightly, wanting to arrogantly answer a few words, but couldn't say it, so she lowered her head and looked at her toes.
Ning Que looked at him with interesting eyes, and continued to ask: "Have you always killed chickens?"
Chen Pipi lowered her head and put her hands behind her back. She touched her fingertips with difficulty. She pressed her lips tightly and refused to answer this question. She twisted her fat body left and right, as if she had been wronged and hurt her self-esteem. Dead child.
Ning Que laughed, looked at him and sighed and said: "I want to come here except for a few ants who accidentally trampled to death on the road. Your white and tender hands haven't even touched a blood star... Then don't learn. Others threaten people with things like life and death, and they don’t have much strength to make people laugh. I want to remind you, don’t talk about me."
After hearing this lesson, Chen Pipi hid his face in shame and walked away.
It's still morning, you can still go to the bookstore to listen to the class, but just returned from the deadly struggle, physically and mentally exhausted and weak, Ning Que would not play the role of a good student. And in the vague memory of yesterday, there was a vague passage where the female professor agreed to take time off for him, so he decided to go back to his home in Lane 47 to rest.
Using the **** umbrella as a rod, the young man after his serious injury walked out of the old slowly, leaning slightly like an old man doing morning exercises, walking from the edge of the wetland in the morning light, passing through the quiet side alley, and walking to the college Outside the main entrance.
Outside the simple stone gate of the academy is a large beautiful cyan meadow like felt. In the middle of the meadow, there are more than ten stone slab lanes. There are many flowers and trees planted on the edge of the lane and deep in the meadow. In the midsummer, the flowers on the tree have long been awakened by the dense, fat branches.
Opening his eyes, confirming that he is back home, he took a deep breath, and the lingering fears hidden deep in his heart finally spread out, making him feel a little cold in his hands and feet.
Staring at the light-permeable glazed tiles on the roof, he was silent for a long time, and suddenly he said: "I have mentioned to you the college student named Chen Pipi these days... You can remember it for me, I owe This guy lives, in the right place at the right time...remind me to find a way to return it to him."
Sangsang was pouring hot boiling water into the bucket at this time, preparing to wipe his body. He didn't expect that he would wake up, he was startled when he heard the words, and sat next to him and asked in confusion: "How to pay it back?"
"Although I don’t know how that guy did it, he should have saved my life. I have told you many times, there is nothing more important than your life in this world, since In this way, no matter how much money it takes to repay him in the future, it should be a matter of course."
Then he looked at Sangsang's thoughtful little face, smiled and reminded: "But we can't pay our lives."
"Master, what happened?" Sangsang stared at his still pale cheek and asked quietly.
"The tea master is a cultivator. I was seriously injured. In the end I only remembered fainting on a street. As for what happened later, I...not very clear."
Ning Que thought about the wonderful experience from yesterday morning to this time, especially those faint feelings when unconscious, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes, frowning and repeating: "I really I don’t know what happened."
"Make some food, I'm a little hungry." He didn't like this situation where changes happened to him but he didn't know anything. After frowning and thinking about it, he didn't want to discuss this matter again.
Suddenly he thought of a question. He watched Sangsang's face begging and said, "Don't make fried egg noodles or fatty intestine noodles, not to mention the hot and sour noodle soup left over from yesterday. It must be bad in such a hot weather. Well... for the sake of my master that I almost died from such a serious injury, let’s pay tonight for a good meal."
Sangsang's nose was sore by what he said, thinking I'm just a little maid, don't you dare to deduct you every day, or thinking that you will marry a young grandma in the future, you have to save some money for you.
"I gave the coachman ten taels of silver..."
She lowered her head and said softly, "When you were asleep, Master, I went to the antique store next door to find his wife and asked for a bowl of soaked radishes. I have poured them into the pot and stewed them with the duck. Good."
After saying this, Sangsang picked up the hot towel from the bucket and twisted it, then put it where Ning Que’s hand could touch, and walked outside the house. His little reddish hand was in his apron. Wipe it lightly.
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I gave the coachman ten taels of silver—Sangsang wanted to tell the young master through this sentence that although he was young and thrifty, he was not a little maid regardless of importance. When it was time to spend money, there was nothing Reluctant.
Ning Que lay on the bed and looked at the busy little figure outside the window, thinking about the annoyance hidden in her previous words, and couldn't help laughing, but didn't expect Sangsang to see him on the bedside Supporting his body, he walked to the window quickly, said something out of anger to have a rest, and closed the window tightly.
The light in the room suddenly became very dim, except for the dim light from the glazed tiles above his head, only a warm candle lighted on the table in advance by Sangsang, quietly accompanying him on the bed.
Ning Que quietly looked at the candle on the table, the smile on his face gradually reduced.
The tea artist Yan Suqing is a cultivator. This hidden factor has seriously undermined his plan. If he is not ruthless and lucky enough, he might have died at Xiaozhu by the lake, and it is impossible to escape to that street, let alone a chance. Hidden in the academy for a night, and then met Chen Pippi, a little **** stick from Xiling.
When he was in a coma on the street, he knew something must have happened, otherwise he could not explain why the wounds healed on his body, nor could he explain the pain caused by the invisible spear in his chest, but he really didn’t know. What happened at that time, and what did Chen Pipi do to herself.
Thinking stagnant, physically hurt, and sweating in the sweltering summer, he felt that the skin on his body was sticky and annoying, so he wanted to wipe it off, but his hand froze when he was about to touch the wet towel Up.
Because he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a shallow barrier between his fingers and the wet towel.