When Xing Zhen came back, he walked to the stream and touched two fish. The stream was low and dark, and he was unable to see enough eyes. After working hard for a long time, he only touched two small fish the size of a palm.

I returned to the hut and cooked a large pot of fish soup. The fresh fish tasted quite delicious. The staple food was divided into two colors, white and yellow. White was the two leftover buns in the morning, and yellow was the two steamed buns.

The young man in white was not seriously injured and did not hurt his internal organs or bones. Unfortunately, his temper could not resist Xing Zhen, and he was still a dull boy feeding him.

Halfway through the meal, the boy in white pursed his lips and refused to speak. His head was shaking like a rattle. No matter how Xing Zhen persuaded him, he just didn't speak.

Xing Zhen has no choice: "If a bun is not full, you need to eat more and sleep more so that your health can recover as soon as possible."

Young man in white: "Eat more and sleep more, do you raise me as a pig?"

Xing Zhen blurted out: "The pig is not as delicate as you."

The boy in white grinded his teeth: "You gave me all the buns and fish, what did you eat? I have seen it during the day and there is no other food at your house."

Xing really disagreed: "The steamed bun is delicious, and you can eat enough for two. There are pickles and fish soup, which is good to eat and drink."

The young man in white was overshadowed: "I have money. You can buy some rice and flour tomorrow. There are also vegetables. I can't just eat fish and meat instead of vegetables."

Xing Zhen firmly opposed: "No, you are injured, so how could you ask for your money? There are a lot of wild vegetables on the mountain. I will pick them tomorrow, so you can rest assured to recover from the wound."

The young man was dissatisfied: "You are also injured and can't run around all the time. Besides, I'm not deliberately helping you, I just like to speak out when I see injustice."

Xing Zhen insisted: "If you help, you will help, no matter what the reason is. You will help me in the end, and you will be hurt by me in the end."

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"I think it's right, I should stick to it."

"Bah, a stubborn donkey. Let's do it, I'll buy the red stones outside your hut. That kind of stone is very valuable and I'm very useful. You can sell it to me at a price."

Xing Zhen opened his eyes wide: "Can you walk down the ground?"

The young man in white rolled his eyes: "Of course, my injury is not as severe as you think, but the toxins cannot be relieved."

"Oh, that's it. I have a lot of red stones. As long as you eat with peace of mind, you will take it with you if your injury is healed."

"How much money is not for nothing to ask you to help."

"The things on the mountain are not mine, so they don't have money."

"Silly and stubborn guy..."

"Hehe, eat honestly."

"You, you. You are too domineering."

Xing Zhen was quick-witted with his hands and eyes. He took advantage of the young man in white to speak and quickly stuffed the meat bun into his mouth. The latter he hesitated and couldn't say anything else.

In the small thatched hut in the back mountain, in the dim candlelight, Xing Zhen was flipping through books under the oil lamp, devoted himself to it, as if he was the only one.

The young man in white lay on the bed, bored: "The punishment is true, the punishment is true, the real and the interesting guy."

"Hey, Xing Zhen, what book are you reading?"

"Hey, hey, you're deaf, the punishment is real!"

The dull boy slowly looked up: "What can I hear what I shout so loudly? How do you know that my name is Xingzhen?"

The young man in white said: "A famous orphan in the town lives alone next to the strange lightning-striking wood in the back mountain. It's hard to think about it."

The dull boy said "Oh": "So that's it, what's your name?"

"Listen, my name is Xiruobei!"

The dull boy scratched his head: "Xiruo's back? How to explain the strange name. The west of the southeast, west, northwest, and northwest? The weak and weak? The back to back?"

The boy in white said angrily: "Nonsense, the sunset is setting. Before the mulberry leaves are set, the leaves are fertile and the walls are taught separately."

"Oh, it's pretty good to explain this, it's interesting."

"Bah, I want your evaluation of my name, I just need to like it."

"Why do you speak like a girl, and you are not masculine at all."

"You have to worry about it, where will you sleep tonight?"

"I'm just sitting here reading a book, and if I'm sleepy, I'll take a short snatch."

"How can that work? I can't hold on."

"How about we sleep in the same bed, the small bed is a little small and will be very crowded."

"Do you die, die, stay outside."

"This is my home..."

"Go to die."

The dull young man Xing Zhen Er couldn't touch his head and was a little frustrated when he was scolded for no reason. However, Xing Zhen was good at observing facial expressions and knew that Xiruobei was not angry, so he did not take it to heart.

Still, I don’t forget to say: “I’m helping you clean the wound once, it will heal faster.”

Xi Ruobei's head was like a rattle, and he didn't need to live or die. Xing Zhen had no choice but to give up, and the long night was silent and silent.

Under the dim light, Xi Ruobei stood up with difficulty and covered Xing Zhen with a thin layer of clothes.

In the early morning, Xiruobei slowly opened her girl-like narrow eyes and looked around and couldn't find the person she wanted to see. But she saw hot buns and rice porridge on the table.

Xi Ruobei's voice was sharp and penetrating, and a scream broke the tranquility of the morning in the back mountain.

"Xing Zhen, where are you?"

The echo was still there, and the dull boy appeared in front of Xiruobei. "Call me something is wrong?"

The latter looked closely and saw Xing Zhen's already dark face now looked like a black charcoal, with only a pair of clear eyes, like the stars shining in the dark night.

"What are you doing? Make yourself look like black charcoal."

Xing Zhen replied: "I was decocting medicine. The master of the medicine shop told me that the herbs are more effective after being tortured."

When Xi Ruobei heard this, his voice suddenly dropped. Youruomos and flies seemed to murmur to himself: "You have a little conscience. Didn't you see any other herbs yesterday? I bought them in the morning?"

Xing Zhen: "Well, I just went out to buy it."

Xi Ruobei suddenly remembered something and wanted to get up suddenly. Because of the pain of pulling the wound, she lay back in disappointment.

He looked frightened: "Don't you have no money anymore? Tell me, where did the money come from? Did you search for me?"

Xing Zhen's tone was unquestionable: "No, I went to the blacksmith shop to pay a month's salary in advance. I can deduct it next month, or I can go up the mountain to collect stones to deduct it. Don't worry, I won't use your money."

The dull boy was really angry this time and would not leave the room even if he was looking down. After a while, he brought the tormented soup with a stern face.

Put it on the table, and the sound was stiff and slowly opened: "Breakfast and soup are here, you can take it yourself."

Xi Ruobei's tears were circling in her eyes, looking as if she was about to cry.

He asked weakly: "Xing Zhen, are you angry?"

Xing Zhen's words are firm and powerful: "Although I am poor, I can't steal or rob. All my gains are obtained from labor, and I have never gained nothing without work. Can you laugh at me for being poor, but can't you despise me and underestimate me?"

Xi Ruobei quickly explained: "Xing Zhen, you misunderstood. I didn't say you stole my money. I have a cleanliness obsession with not like to touch me. I was anxious to speak without thinking. Don't be angry, okay?"

As he spoke, Xi Ruobei's tears were very unsatisfied and rolled down by itself. His beautiful and inconspicuous face suddenly had two shallow marks hanging on him.

Xing Zhen scratched his head: "You didn't lie to me, are you?"

Xi Ruobei choked and sobbed intermittently: "Look, do you think I'm lying to you?"

Xing Zhen giggled: "It's not like, I misunderstood you. Why do you cry like a girl? You just cry when you say you're crying!"

"And, your outspoken personality needs to change, otherwise it will easily offend people."

Xi Ruobei didn't listen to the mess at all, and confirmed it: "Are you really not angry?"

Xing Zhen: "I won't be angry anymore, hehe."

Xi Ruobei burst into tears and laughed, and the two boys reconciled as before.

Shu Xiaoyu entered the Lan family for the second time, and she was indeed much more polite than before. However, when Grandma Lan looked at the woman in colorful clothes, she was still full of hostility.

Lan Lingyang's parents have always been dissatisfied with their father Lan Youwei. They are close to their mother Lan and now they are on the same front as Lan and don't like Shu Xiaoyu.

Lan's mother is better, she has to take into account her son's future safety. She is very happy to hide her dissatisfaction in her heart, but she often does some tricks in secret when the food she gave Shu Xiaoyu. She either adds more salt or does not add salt, or she drools and mixes it into the meal.

These tricks naturally cannot be hidden from Shu Xiaoyu. The food delivered to the room every day is like when you come and when you take it away.

Lan's father is not as delicate as a woman. He hates him just because he doesn't hide it straightforwardly. Therefore, when facing Shu Xiaoyu, he always keeps his face coldly.

Shu Xiaoyu is a god cultivator, too lazy to be calculating with ordinary people. It doesn’t matter if she smiles. However, every time Lan’s father saw Shu Xiaoyu’s actions, the god cultivator wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

Every time in front of Shu Xiaoyu, Lan's father either picks his feet or picks his nose. What's even more annoying is that after doing the movements, he grabbed the steamed buns and started eating without washing his hands.

I eat on my mouth, and I don’t have idleness below, and the farts are like thunder and deafening. It’s really too vulgar and too vulgar. Among them, there are Lan’s father’s intestines. If you can’t go in the opposite direction, you can’t make you hate it if you like it. In short, it will leave enough weight in Shu Xiaoyu’s heart.

The woman in the colorful clothes kept cursing in her heart: "If you have a father, you will have a son, and there is no good thing in the whole family."

The dignified cultivator was teased by the ordinary people. Shu Xiaoyu could not be beaten and killed directly, but could use some means to torture her.

From then on, the Lan family lived a life of sleeplessness, and often heard the sound of a woman crying in the yard in the middle of the night.

I went out to find nothing. When I went back, when I fell asleep, the woman would choke and cry again in the courtyard.

Not only that, Lan's father was convenient for him to get up at night. Every time he walked into the courtyard, he felt someone blowing air conditioning behind his neck. He looked back and watched, and he was like crying, and he always got nothing. He turned around and continued walking, and his neck continued to feel cold.
To be continued...