The Heartless Mage Chapter 180: Ding Xiaotian’s inner world

Ding Xiaotian got up early in the morning, thinking she had woken up early enough, but she opened her eyes and found that Su Tao on the opposite bed had disappeared. A quilt was neatly folded on the head of the bed, and the sheets were wiped without any wrinkle.

To be on the safe side, she took Su Tao into the county guest house. Su Tao disagreed at first, saying that there was a small cat living in the guest house. Ding Xiaotian first expressed her sincere attitude to her, saying that she could absolutely guarantee her personal safety, and then grabbed her collar and slammed her. Like a young goose shepherd, Ding Xiaotian caught up with Su Tao all the way. jeep.

Xiao Ding Mao and others live on the third floor, while Ding Xiaotian and Su Tao live on the second floor. Du Ganzhuang completely grasped what she did, and did not express any objection, because he wanted to lead a snake out of a hole to see how much Xiao Dingmao covets Su Tao, whether it was simply coveting or really moved. Du Ganchuang didn't dare to hope that he could have a revolutionary love with Xiao Dingmao, and he took the second place. He just wanted to let Xiao Dingmao live alone temporarily, and Quan should be chastity for her little love that never saw the light of day.

She worked so hard for him. A while ago, the alliance was on the verge of collapse. She let Xiao Dingmao live in recluse and ran to Beijing in the face of the limelight. She is even willing to give her life for the little Ding cat, so the little Ding cat can't be too carefree and unconscionable.

While Ding Xiaotian was dressed neatly, Su Tao carried the water basin and pushed the door back to the room. A watery white face appeared between the plump and unkempt black hair. Glancing at Ding Xiaotian with wide eyes, she reluctantly called out, "Good morning."

Ding Xiaotian ignored her and scolded her completely impatiently: "Death to virtue."

After Ding Xiaotian had washed up, Su Tao was already sitting at the small wooden table between the two small beds. Although her right arm suffered from a flesh wound, the pain was the same when she moved. Ding Xiaotian made two braids for her with a serious look of disapproval. After squinting her eyes, she suddenly found that her quilt had been neatly folded by Su Tao, and she couldn't help feeling like she was happy or angry.

Slapped Su Tao's back on the back, she said solemnly: "Let's go!"

Su Tao got up and went out and followed her to the restaurant on the first floor. The restaurant was already full of associates, and they asked for instructions in the morning. After talking and singing, I learned a passage of Chairman Mao's quotations, and finally showed up for breakfast. People took their seats one after another, and the little Ding cat appeared like an ebb tide. Xiao Dingmao was standing at the dining table talking to Du Ganchuang, Su Tao chewed with his head down, pretending not to see; Ding Xiaotian glanced at him, disgusted and awe-inspiring. She wasn't sure what evaluation she should give to this innocent little old smoking gun, anyway, she didn't love Ding Mao.

She is 20 years old and knows she is not good-looking, so she doesn't go against the wall and simply loves no one. She is always at a distance from the opposite sex, and she is not close to the same sex; too smart girls, such as Du Ganchuang, let her only regard each other as a genderless comrade-in-arms; too mediocre girls, such as countless people, make her sneer. Put it in your eyes. Su Tao's appearance was supposed to make her feel distant, but at the same time, Su Tao was a little childish, a little clever, a little cowardly, a little flexible, and a little obsessive little degenerate. Such an awkward little beauty reminded her of her own sister-in fact, she didn't have a sister at all, she just thought that if she had a sister, it would be good to be like Su Tao. With looks, let yourself be able to give birth to love; without talent, let yourself be full of thoughts and talents, no matter how ugly you are, you will be taller than her. I am like a shepherd, turning a lost lamb back to the right way.

Ding Xiaotian drank porridge while thinking about it. After Xiaodingmao and Du Ganchuang finished their conversation, they glanced at Su Tao from a distance when they were seated. After taking a look, he snorted strangely aggrieved - the men, women and children in the restaurant are no better than Su Tao. Could it be that he is abusive? No, he has high taste, what can he do?

It's a pity that Ma Xiuhong died, and the balance around him was completely broken. Du Ganchuang recently pushed his nose on his face, eager to control him. Ding Mao was very dissatisfied, and often wanted to use a cigarette **** to smack each other's face.

After eating and drinking, Ding Xiaotian took Su Tao back to the room on the second floor. As soon as the door was closed, Ding Xiaotian cleared her throat, and was about to publish a stern high-level essay on educating Su Tao, but Su Tao sat on the bed, opened a red treasure book, and read Chairman Mao's quotations. Ding Xiaotian has always been sensitive to politics and cannot stop Su Tao from learning quotations. With her hands in the pockets of her military uniform, she opened her mouth, but was speechless at the end, turned around and pushed open the door to leave. Su Tao lowered a tone and looked at the table, but unexpectedly saw an envelope.

The tabletop is only not much bigger than a chessboard. She knows what's on it. Reaching out and trying to pick up the envelope, she thought to herself, when she and Ding Xiaotian went out to breakfast, the door was locked, how could someone deliver a letter to the room? She subconsciously got up and walked to the door, she stood with her back against the door panel, and then hurriedly tore open the seal. There are no words on the envelope, but the letter inside is rich in content. She unfolded it and quickly read the small words above. She looked up at the window for a while, then lowered her head and read it again. This time, after reading it thoroughly, she turned around and went to the bathroom, tore the envelope and letter paper to shreds, and threw them all down the drain to rinse them clean.

The letter was unintentionally written to her, reporting peace, and other small instructions. She looked at the half-open window ahead, still wondering who sent the message in. During the daytime, there were people coming and going in the hostel, and the postman couldn't openly climb up to the second floor; and how did Wuxin know that she had moved into the hostel? Su Tao's heart was up and down, and she wondered if there was Mr. Hong's eyeliner hidden beside her? But who is most suspicious of eyeliner? Su Tao suddenly remembered Bao Guang, the head of Madness - at least Bao Guang would not be in the same mind as Lianzhi, and Wuxin once said that he was pretending to be crazy.

Su Tao walked to the window and looked out across a table. The sun was shining brightly, and it brightened her heart. There are real soldiers coming in and out, and the little Ding Mao is dressed like a civilized and polite high school student, and is taking Wu Weiguo out. A jeep started outside the gate, and a young man sat in the passenger seat with a submachine gun in his hand. When he was about to get into the car, Du Ganchuang suddenly caught up with him from behind. The little Dingmao turned to face her, the sun was covering his face, and the deep and shallow shadows outlined his soft and slack skin and thin and slender skeleton, giving him a childish old-fashioned look. .

Su Tao immediately retracted her head, as if frightened by the strange appearance of the little Ding Mao.

In the evening, Ding Xiaotian went back to her room to rest. Su Tao was sitting beside the bed wearing a singlet, while she bent over to untie Su Tao's bandages and change the dressing. The skin on the back of her hand is still delicate, but the color and size are rough, the black and red knuckles are distinct, and the nails are flat and large. In fact, at first glance, she and Du Ganchuang are really similar, but they are not ugly. Du Ganchuang is a pure female ugly, like a shrew who is quite responsible and strategic; while Ding Xiaotian is a little masculine, looking angular and uninteresting, people ignore her gender and go straight to her ideas and positions.

The wound is a long, bright red scab. Ding Xiaotian sprinkled her with a layer of medicinal powder, and then left her to dry the wound without bandaging. Facing the portrait of Chairman Mao in the room, Ding Xiaotian began to take her to give an evening report, repenting of the sins committed during the day. Su Tao stood by her side and listened to her talking to herself: "Today, an old lady came to me to intercede, let us give her son a treat and change the burial to be shot. I saw her gray hair. There is compassion."

Then she fluently recited a series of quotations: "When we are kind to the enemy, we are cruel to our comrades. All comrades should learn from the past and punish the past and the future, and never forget 'we do not give the enemy a fatal blow, the enemy will give us a fatal blow."

After the evening report was over, Su Tao couldn't help but ask Ding Xiaotian, "Can't we fight? No one has any grudge against anyone, and no one is an aggressor killed by a foreign country. Why do you have to fight for your life?"

Ding Xiaotian looked at her as if she was looking at an ignorant animal, impatient and helpless: "You don't understand. This is a battle of doctrines, not a battle of individuals. A battle of doctrines is not the east wind overwhelming the west wind. , that is, the west wind overwhelms the east wind, and there is no middle way to go. Don’t go to bed so early, and study for a while. Ten thousand years is too long, just fight for the day, as long as you study hard and make progress every day, I will make you another cup of milk powder.”

Su Tao obediently sat at the table and opened Chairman Mao's quotations. Eyes staring at black and white words, thinking of Wuxin in my heart, mouth waiting for milk powder.

While Su Tao was imagining drinking hot milk, Wuxin also added a meal in Chen Daguang's yard. Chen Daguang walked back from the outside with his hands behind his back, and as soon as he entered the courtyard door, he found that the light was on in the kitchen. Turning to the door and looking inward, he found Wuxin standing in front of an iron pot eating meat.

Chen Daguang didn't feel bad about the flesh, but when he saw his bulging belly that couldn't be tied by the cloth strips, he couldn't help but worry: "I said you are greedy, or do you want to die?"

Wuxin turned to him with puffed cheeks: "I'm hungry."

Chen Daguang nodded: "It's not that I'm reluctant to give it to you, I've never seen you eat this way. Anyway, be careful, don't eat your life."

After Chen Daguang finished his instructions, he left on his own. And Wuxin worked very hard to choke another piece of meat in his throat, and then went back to the room. As soon as he entered the door, he found that there were more living things in the room. The big owl squatted on the back window sill, staring at the white snake on the kang in a trance.

Wuxin closed the door and held the owl on his lap on the kang. Putting his hands under each other's big warm wings, he asked in a low voice, "Have you found her?"

The owl gave a low cry.

Wu Xin was so happy, she raised her head and called: "Bai Liuli, come here, you can't let people work in vain."

Bai Liuli left the snake body, opened her arms in a hugging gesture, and hugged the owl and Wuxin together. The owl squinted its eyes and died of comfort. Wuxin bent down and put his chin on the owl's head: "As long as you help me once in the future, I will let him hold you for an hour. He listens to me the most, and I do what I say."

Bai Liuli squinted at him with blue eyes: "Stop bragging."

Ignore him without any intentions, and continue to say to myself: "And I'm very good at catching ghosts. As long as you are obedient, I will let you always have ghosts by your side."

A faint plume of black smoke rose, and there was less owl and more little boy in Wuxin's arms. With the intuition of the goblin, the little boy tilted his head and approached Bai Liuli.

Bai Liuli looked at the owl's appearance, raised her head and asked Wuxin: "You were like this when you were young, right?"

Wuxin looked at Bai Liuli's blue eyes at close range: "How could I have a child?"

The owl felt that the ghost behind him must have something to do with the white snake on the kang. So after an hour, he changed back to his original form, flapped his wings and flew out of the back window, and decided to hunt at night, catching a few little voles and bunnies back to feed the snakes.

Wuxin went to Chen Daguang's house next door, because just now Chen Daguang pulled a voice transmission from his throat, saying that he got a good knife during the day, and asked Wuxin to go over and take a look. Wuxin went to look at the treasured knife with interest, but as soon as he entered the door, he felt that something was wrong, and Chen Daguang was holding a small kitchen knife, and under the light of a small light bulb, he laughed at him.

Inadvertently took a step back: "What are you doing?"

Chen Daguang raised the knife in front of him: "Look, this is still a kitchen knife left by the Japanese devils back then. It was rusted like a piece of iron. I had someone pick it up and sharpen it again, but I didn't expect it to finish. , the mouth of the mother is so good!"

Wuxin has no interest in kitchen knives, and only asks: "You killed someone today?"

Chen Daguang shook his head: "No!"

Wuxin sniffed: "There is blood in your house."

Chen Daguang smelled his hand, pulled up his sleeve and smelled it, and finally put the kitchen knife to the tip of his nose: "The knife is a little fishy."

Inadvertently reached out and took the kitchen knife and looked at it again and again, but couldn't see anything, so he returned the knife to Chen Daguang: "Director Chen, it's not me. It's best not to ask for a weapon of unknown origin, you know who uses it for what?"

Chen Daguang smiled nonchalantly: "What can it do? At most, kill people!" After speaking, he raised his kitchen knife as a mirror. The blade surface is flat, and it can reflect his face. Suddenly baring his teeth, he took the leek between his teeth with the kitchen knife. Wuxin saw his behavior and felt that it was really not very decent, so he took the opportunity to slip back to the room.

Chen Daguang thought he would be his bosom friend, but he had no interest in his kitchen knife. Standing alone on the ground angrily, he swung the knife in the air and licked his teeth, intending to clean his mouth with the kitchen knife. A sturdy big tooth flashed against the blade, he was startled for a moment, and suddenly found that his shadow was very distorted. Two red spots of light appeared on the shadow, and his eyes flashed at him. Immediately, the kitchen knife took off his hand and slashed at his head as if being manipulated!

Chen Daguang let out a loud cry and raised the small table on the kang to block it. The kitchen knife immediately cut through the table, pressing between Chen Daguang's eyebrows. Chen Daguang threw the small table aside, strode forward and ran to the door: "Wuxin! Come on!"

Before he opened the door, he only felt a pain in his back, and it was the kitchen knife that cut his flesh shallowly. He didn't dare to look back, he slammed open the door and rushed out. Unintentionally heard the sound and came, just in time to see the kitchen knife chasing Chen Daguang. He jumped up in front of the kitchen knife, and his palms folded together, actually holding the kitchen knife in his palms.

As soon as Chen Daguang had blood on his back, his throat became a broken gong: "What's going on? What's the situation? How is it alive?"

Wuxin doesn't know what's going on, but he's well-informed and not surprised. With the kitchen knife in his hand, he ran to the open-air hut in the corner of the courtyard. He raised his hand and threw the kitchen knife into the cesspool.