After being dedicated to the villain

July [-] is Duan Lingyao's birthday, and he promised to spend it with him yesterday, so Song Sijin started thinking about getting him something delicious after waking up.

The conditions are limited. For the two of them now, being able to comfort their tongues is enough to make people happy.

Duan Lingyao went out yesterday to get a pheasant and came back. He went out early this morning before dawn, saying that he wanted to touch some fish and shrimp in the river before the villagers woke up.

Fish can be stewed in soup, and shrimp is delicious when boiled, but pheasant meat needs to be cooked with more ingredients.

It just so happened that Song Sijin found wild peppers growing on the side of the road a few days ago, and it was just right for him to cook a chicken, but he didn't know if Duan Lingyao was used to eating them.

Why don't you make part of it into spicy stewed chicken, then get some chicken shreds, and make a bowl of light longevity noodles for Duan Lingyao, after all, it's his birthday.

After thinking about what was going on, Song Sijin started to attack the dying pheasant.

He sharpened the kitchen knife, said Amitabha twice to the chicken, and after a period of hard work, he successfully decomposed the chicken.

I just didn't expect that this chicken was about to die, but when it was chopped off with a kitchen knife, it burst out with an astonishing desire to survive.

It struggled and thumped, and sprayed chicken blood all over Song Sijin's face. Naturally, even his clothes and pants couldn't escape.

Seeing the chicken blood that was spilled on his body, Song Sijin felt a little distressed, what a waste!

But he didn't bother to wash up, it was already daylight, Duan Lingyao estimated that he would be back soon, he went out too early, so he didn't have time to eat, so Song Sijin thought about getting him a bowl of noodles first.

It is somewhat difficult to make noodles from noodles ground from coarse miscellaneous grains. Song Sijin cut them with a knife. The cut noodles are very thick, but they are still easy to break. They cannot be cooked in soup, so they are steamed on bamboo grates.

After steaming, it was a bit ugly, Song Sijin was quite embarrassed, but his cooking skills were limited, so he could only make it like this.

Fortunately, Duan Lingyao has always praised him. Long ago, when Song Sijin was courting him, he had never been disliked for making things for him.

The noodles exuded a burst of fragrance. Song Sijin picked one up and tasted it. It was very similar to the taste of pancakes. It had the sweetness of grain and a bit of bitterness. Because the noodles were coarsely ground and mixed with unremoved bran, A little choking throat.

But get some chicken soup with it, it will be delicious!

He stewed the soup with chicken bones and chicken nuggets, added scallions and ginger to remove the fishy smell, and stewed until the aroma came out, then picked out the breast meat and shredded it, then served it with courgette shreds and dried bean curd shreds, and later added noodles and side dishes Once put in the soup, the light and delicious noodles are ready to eat.

Pick out the remaining chicken nuggets, put them in clay pots, add some sauce and chili to stew together, and soon the rich aroma will come out.

After finishing all these tasks, Song Sijin's stomach started to growl, and he stretched his arms, feeling a little strange suddenly.

Why hasn't Duan Lingyao come back yet?

But since he hasn't come back yet, and the chicken hasn't been stewed yet, let's go back to the house to change and wash.

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Duan Lingyao's small basket had already filled two lively fish. He also killed a small fish two fingers wide with stones, and used the fishy smell to lure the fish, shrimps and crabs to the shallows to catch them.

His operation went smoothly, and the fish and shrimp he caught soon enough for the two of them to have a delicious meal.

Among the many birthday parties that Duan Lingyao has had, this is definitely the simplest and poorest one, but he is not dissatisfied at all, on the contrary, he thinks it is the happiest one.

I don't know if it's because he has been with Song Sijin for a long time, but Duan Lingyao occasionally has some thoughts of contentment and happiness.

But accidents always come very suddenly. When Duan Lingyao was about to go back, he suddenly found a figure in front of him that shouldn't have appeared - Detective Pei!

Yan Xuehui's person actually went back and then came back... Oops!

Duan Lingyao quickly realized that it is absolutely impossible for Detective Pei to be alone, his people must have dispersed into the village.

Regardless of the fish and shrimps that he worked so hard to salvage, Duan Lingyao threw away the things, bent over and hurried back quietly like a cat.

He has lived in the village for several days, and recently he has to avoid people every day. He is so familiar with this place that he can rush back with his eyes closed, but it was still a step too late. He watched a person enter Uncle Zhang home.

Calm down, calm down, brother Jin will definitely hide it well, and won't be discovered immediately...

Holding on to the back wall, Duan Lingyao turned over and jumped directly into the courtyard. Just as he stood still, he saw Song Sijin lying on the ground covered in blood, and the killer standing beside him holding a knife.

At that moment, Duan Lingyao didn't have time to think about anything, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky hit his brain directly, and he froze completely with a buzzing sound.

died.

People are dead.

His brother Jin died.

This thought is deeply rooted like a weed, and countless roots grow and tear, bringing continuous bursts of dull pain.

Duan Lingyao stared blankly at the young man who fell on the ground, his complexion was as pale as paper, he began to tremble, and the trembling became bigger and bigger.At this moment, he actually felt a strange uncontrollable cold, long and piercing, so cold that he turned into clear and empty ice, as if it was about to shatter into pieces with the wind.

But then he felt an absurd sense of sarcasm, mocking himself, laughing, he wanted to scream.

But from the killer's point of view, he just jumped over the wall and stood there, his eyes blank and motionless.

This is a good opportunity, and it took no effort to get it - the killer attacked Duan Lingyao without hesitation.

Thousands of thoughts are flashing in the blink of an eye, consciousness is still switching back and forth between collapse and barely bonding, and the well-trained body has keenly avoided the first killing intent.

The icy blade brushed against the ear, and the cut wind pierced the flesh. Duan Lingyao trembled violently, and finally woke up from the horror of Song Sijin's death—he was the one who killed Brother Jin!

His expression distorted in an instant, Duan Lingyao raised his leg and kicked, and quickly fought against others, without showing any mercy in every move.

The killer was horrified, he didn't expect that the absurd and playful little father-in-law actually had a good kung fu, he inadvertently glanced at him, and was abruptly slowed down by those scarlet eyes.

And this little flaw is enough to be fatal.

The killer's head rolled to the ground, and the splashed blood stained Duan Lingyao, but he didn't care about it. He let go of his hand, and the knife he took fell to the ground. He followed closely behind and staggered to Song Sijin's side .

For a long period of time, Duan Lingyao didn't care about thinking about what would happen if Detective Pei rushed over with other killers, and he didn't dare to touch Song Sijin who was lying on the ground, so he just sat there in a daze, his limbs numb , Eyes sore, but unable to cry.

It seemed that his whole world was cut off, so the tears were left in Song Sijin's living world.

Duan Lingyao has always known how dangerous this world is. He understands that he may not have the last laugh, and he may lose his life at any time because of a little carelessness.

But he knew and was prepared. If that day really came, he would be reluctant, unwilling, and resentful, but he was not afraid.

But no matter what, he never thought that it was Song Sijin who said goodbye to him first.

...how ridiculous.

Duan Lingyao bent down slowly, and carefully held Song Sijin's body in his arms. The person in his arms was not completely cold, but was still soft and warm.

He couldn't help smiling, for a moment he didn't know whether he was in a dream or real, how could he have such a strong sense of detachment, he couldn't help but suspect that the happiness and relaxation of the previous few days were all just a long dream.

And now, the dream is broken.

Duan Lingyao bit his lips tightly, not wanting to make himself too ugly, but he couldn't control it, and the expression on his face finally collapsed a little bit. He hugged Song Sijin tightly, crying silently.

It turns out that when the pain is extreme, even the voice will be deprived of violent emotions.

Tears couldn't stop flowing on Song Sijin's body, wetting his clothes, Duan Lingyao hugged him tightly, as if this could keep his body temperature.

After an unknown amount of time, suddenly the person in his arms struggled and moved.

Duan Lingyao froze for a moment, and relaxed a little, Song Sijin opened his eyes with a soft moan.

Looking at this scene, Duan Lingyao's eyes were blank, and he showed a faint smile: "I'm actually hallucinating?"

Song Sijin clutched the big bump on his forehead, no more sober than Duan Lingyao: "What hallucination? It's okay, I don't hurt, just a little numb."

Duan Lingyao burst into tears, his voice soft and fragile, and then he slowly gritted his teeth: "How can it not hurt, how can it not hurt? Brother Jin, don't worry, I will avenge you, Yan Xuehui, Qin Youshan, and the Song family I will never let go of any of those people!"

Song Sijin was confused: "Huh?"

Duan Lingyao: "I'm going to kill them and bury them with you!!"

Song Sijin looked at him in horror, stretched out his hands to hold his face and shook: "Be sober!"

Song Sijin, who was confused, took a closer look and found that Duan Lingyao was covered in blood. He turned his head and saw that he was almost scared out of his soul by the corpse on the ground. He quickly pulled up Duan Lingyao, who was irritated, and asked him what happened.

After figuring out the situation, Song Sijin was scared and amused at the same time. He grabbed Duan Lingyao's hand and asked him to press it on his chest to feel his heartbeat: "I'm not dead, I'm alive."

Duan Lingyao couldn't believe it: "But you are lying on the ground covered in blood..."

Song Sijin scratched his head embarrassingly: "I'm covered in chicken blood. I just finished cooking and wanted to go back to the house to change clothes. I accidentally tripped over the threshold and fell unconscious."

Seeing Song Sijin lying on the ground with unknown life or death, the murderer probably wanted to repair the knife, but before he could do it in time, he bumped into Duan Lingyao.

It was really dangerous, but fortunately, luck was not too bad.

Speaking of this, Song Sijin suddenly thought of something: "Oh, the chicken in the pot! What should I do? Have those killers found us?"

Duan Lingyao slowly came back to his senses, he held Song Sijin's hand tightly and refused to let go: "I'm afraid it's coming soon, we have to leave here quickly."

Don't expect to pack your luggage. Song Sijin hurriedly dragged Duan Lingyao into the kitchen. Duan Lingyao didn't understand what he wanted to do, but he let Song Sijin pull him, and just kept looking at him, always with some undecided fear. in the eyes.

"Quickly, quickly, take a bite of noodles first. After eating this bowl of noodles, I wish you a long life!"

The chili stewed chicken was mushy, but luckily the chicken soup didn't cool down completely, Song Sijin quickly tripped over the longevity noodles, and just stuffed them into Duan Lingyao's hands.

Duan Lingyao stared at him, gulping down the noodles, tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes.

Seeing that he couldn't finish eating for a while, Song Sijin wanted to snatch the noodles away: "Just take a bite and make sense, let's run!"

But Duan Lingyao refused, he shook his head violently, not only did not put down the bowl of rough longevity noodles, but also added a piece of sauced chicken with a paste in the bottom.

"go!"

Song Sijin: "Huh?"

"Don't you want to run, hurry up."

The author says:

感谢在2022-09-1419:24:14-2022-09-1608:02:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: DA1 storyteller;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: the storyteller DA10 bottle; X party may envy the buffer Z6 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!