a dying man

When Master Wuxie approached, Zhou Budu immediately raised his upper body and kissed him on the face, his movements were quick and he didn't look like someone who was stabbed in the chest and broke two ribs.

The trick succeeded, he smiled shamelessly: "It's okay, I like you even if you are dumb."

It took Shi Wuxie half a candle to understand what he said, and he covered the kissed right cheek with his hand.

Frightened and turned, stepped, fell.

Beauties are in the eyes of lovers who don't go on a boat: elegant and beautiful even when they fall.

After falling a dozen times.Zhou Budu cordially invited: "Take a break and have some tea?"

Shi Wuxie burst into flames, and finally fell out of the door in embarrassment.

Zhou Budu laughed so hard that he fell off the bed.

Occupying a room alone is a great happiness in the world.

When he moved, the broken ribs creaked and protested, Zhou grinned without pain, coughed up a mouthful of blood foam, and baked himself on the bed again.He finally has a home.

At dawn, Shi Wuxie came back to close the door for him.

Blowing the east, west and north wind all night, the boat was full of tears and streams, thanking Dade: "I will repay you by being a cow or a horse. I don't want a dowry, you can marry me."

Shi Wuxie completely ignored him.

Since then, Zhou Budu has become a boat that does not move, and he is half disabled due to injuries all over his body.

When Zhou Budu couldn't die, he would live on. When he was thirsty, he drank half a cup of herbal tea soaked overnight by the bedside. After drinking the herbal tea, he picked out the bitter tea leaves and chewed them in his mouth.

After being able to climb out of bed, the range of movement expanded, and he slowly touched the water tank in the kitchen to drink water. He didn't mind if the water was bitter, salty, or dirty.

In short, it is easy to feed.

After seven days of hard work to heal the injury, the snow outside the door was half a foot thick, and the boat could only open the door without shoveling the snow.

Zhou Budu squatted in the snow with his heart in his hands, worrying: "I can't see the name anymore."

A man came over and squatted down, asking: "Are you Shi Wuxie?"

Zhou Budu asked back, "What are you doing?"

The ten copper plates were spread out one by one in the man's hands, and then in Zhou Budu's hands.

The man pulled him away in a hurry: "Ten copper coins, in exchange for a life."

The wind is violent and the waves are raging, and it is still the riverside.Zhou Budu thought amusedly: He had waited half his life for others to help him bury the corpse, and now he asked him to help retrieve the corpse.Is he being virtuous?Can Jide free him?

When he fell into the water, he asked the broken thatched hut he lived in: "Is it really my house?"

The man stared at him and asked the question knowingly.

I am Shi Wuxie now, Shi Wuxie lives in a broken thatched hut, the thatched hut belongs to the benefactor, and the benefactor is Shi Wuxie.

Zhou Budu once again got carried away with self-satisfaction: so his name is Shi Wuxie, this trip is not a loss.

The body to be salvaged is a woman whose man committed suicide due to consumption.Zhou Budu said: "You wait." After speaking, he jumped into the water from the boat.

Not a single blister occurred.Not to mention floating two human bodies, one is useless now.It's over.The man lay on his back where the boat did not fall into the water, screaming desperately, looking for someone to catch him.

Zhou Budu was fishing for the female corpse from the bottom of the water, and Shi Wuxie was fishing for him on the boat.It was found that it was Zhou Budu who had been picked up, and the fence that was stuck at the waist of the boat shook.

The man cried loudly at the corpse Zhou Budu was holding.

Zhou Budu grinned at Shi Wuxie, meaningfully: "Look, there is no way. I still have one. You have to fish me up if you don't want to."

******

Zhou Budu was kicked out by Shi Wuxie again.

When it snows, it will soon accumulate a thick layer.

This time he learned how to be good, he didn't fight, grab or make trouble, and squatted with his sleeves folded into a snowman.The wild dogs on the road can't sniff the snowman with their noses, and when he is a dead thing, they raise their legs and urinate hot before leaving.The urine was brown and stinky, hot and dripping on Zhoubudu's head and face, Zhoubudu was extremely optimistic: Fortunately, he didn't poop.

After a while, a snowball the size of a bowl hit him.The boy came up to meet him, more or less two snow dumplings in his hand.The children thought he was a real snowman, and the boy riding on his head encouraged another: "Come here, come here."