Afraid of getting angry, just drink me

"Where is the medicated oil?" Jiao Jiao digs in the canvas bag she carries with her for a long time, and finally takes out a small bottle of medicated oil——

Fengyoujing.

He unscrewed the bottle, put the colorless medicated oil on his fingers, and directly applied it to Wang Laoji's temples and genitals.

At this moment, the extremely aggressive odor factor raged, and directly penetrated into Wang Luoji's nasal cavity. Before he had time to refuse, he had already experienced what it means to be "cool and cool without limit".

The whole head was haunted by the strong smell of balm, and the man had a sense of spiritual opening, Ren Du's six veins were opened up by a few drops of medicated oil.

"Is it better?" Jiao Jiao asked with concern, "Do you want some more?"

"..." Wang Luoji was speechless, his eyes were blinded by the overly cool essential oil, and sometimes when the wind blew over, his tear glands burst into tears.

"Oh, Mr. Wang, why are you crying again?" Jiao Jiao took out a tissue to wipe his tears, "What a big deal, you can't die!"

Wang Luoji blinked his watery eyes, and said mournfully, "It's not crying...it's hot eyes..."

Xiaoye lifted up the short-sleeved loose clothes on her body, and fanned his boss vigorously, "Brother Wang, Brother Wang, you will be fine!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind mixed with the smell of sweat and body odor swept in, wrapped in the smell of essential oils, and rushed towards Wang Laoji inhumanely, fighting inhumanely on the man's sense of smell.

Wang Luoji: You want me to die.

Seeing his mouth half open and slightly open to speak, Xiaoye thought her method was effective, so she pulled the hem of the clothes higher and fanned harder.

The tears in Wang Luoji's eyes set off a huge wave.

"You, don't..." He was dizzy, and he raised his hand weakly, looking at Xiaoye's eyes with countless obsessions.

"Say," Xiaoye wanted to cry, as if listening to some last words, she grabbed his hand and tremblingly said, "Brother, tell me..."

"Don't fuck me with your big belly," Wang Luoji cursed half dead.

"..." Xiaoye felt aggrieved, and silently put down the wind-blowing clothes to cover her big white belly.

What kind of master-servant relationship, you can pull a few down.

Under the shade of the tree, it was ventilated and cool, and Wang Luoji lay lazily halfway by the flower bed, like those homeless people in the village who slept on the ground everywhere.

Jiao Jiao rubbed his temples on both sides gently with her fingers, so that he could relieve the symptoms of dizziness.

The boy's fingertips seemed to have their own curative effect, not only driving away Wang Laoji's dizziness, but also driving away the hotness in his heart.

After resting for about ten minutes, Wang Daxing, who was on the verge of dying from the heat, felt much better, but he still enjoyed the comfort of Jiao Jiao massaging his acupuncture points.

This market-breaking endorsement is probably the hardest job he has ever done, bar none.

"Ah!" Jiao Jiao seemed to have thought of something, she stood up suddenly, followed the sound of "da da da" footsteps, and hurried to the market.

Less than a few minutes later, the boy ran back with a "da da da" and a big watermelon dripping with water in his arms.

"Come here," Jiao Jiao happily put the huge melon on the ground, and shook Wang Laoji, who was laying dead, "Mr. Wang, I found you a cool watermelon! Iced watermelon!"

Wang Luoji glanced at it with indifferent interest.

Xiaoye knocked on the surface of the melon shell decently, and heard a dull sound, "Well, this melon was picked well."

Jiao Jiao, the melon picker, nodded again and again, with a little pride in her tone: "Yes, I heard the voice is heavy, this melon should be ripe and sweet!"

The rich don't always understand the world of the poor.Wang Luoji, who had never bought watermelon in person, frowned, listening to the conversation between the two poor and lower-middle peasants in a daze.

Putting the drenched watermelon on a big rock nearby, Jiao Jiao pulled out a gleaming silver machete from behind, and the boy playfully flicked the machete a few times in the air, making a splash.

"...cut the melons, just cut the melons, can you stop doing so much of what you have?" Wang Luoji hung a sigh of relief, still not forgetting his mouth: "Are you doing acrobatics? Be careful not to chop yourself .”

Having lost face, Jiao Jiao reined in her playfulness, pointed at the big watermelon with crispy skin and thick flesh, and raised the knife!

With one knife, the big round watermelon was neatly cut in half, revealing the sweet and attractive sand scoop in the middle, and a lot of light red juice flowed out, which made the surrounding ants army ready to go.

The boy neatly cut the watermelon into several pieces, picked the biggest piece in the sand scoop and gave it to Wang Luoji, and handed it to the man like offering a treasure: "No, try it~"

The sand ladle is the essence, the sweetest part of this melon, of course he has to be reserved for the tricky and troublesome Wang Daxingxing.

"Cut such a big piece?" Wang Luoji took the heavy watermelon with both hands, frowning.

It's really not elegant to eat watermelon like this. Where do you spit out the watermelon seeds?Won't the juice get on your face and clothes?Such a big piece, do you want to eat it with a grin?

He hesitated, and took the first bite towards the center of the watermelon, taking a small bite in a regular manner.

The pulp was crushed into mud by the teeth, making a crisp sound of "click, click".Every small bubble in the sandbag explodes on the tip of the tongue, releasing the extremely sweet juice, capturing every tricky taste bud of the man, like the clearest nectar falling on the thirsty dry field.

The emperor was pleased by a mouthful of melon.

The man looked up to the sky and sighed out his empty soul, "Ah~~~ I'm alive!"

Jiao Jiao also took a big bite, wiped her mouth chicly, and smiled up to the sky with him: "It's so sweet, so sweet——!"

Xiaoye didn't have time to talk anymore, he had already gnawed on the second piece, like a groundhog mechanically gnawing melons.

There is no doubt that the fat man is salivating and preparing to move on to the third block.

Three men were sitting under the century-old banyan tree in front of the farmer's market, gnawing on the big petals of watermelon, the small black seeds were like bullets from a machine gun, spraying "chug and chug" into the soil on the ground. go.

In this kind of rural place, even spitting out watermelon seeds is free.

The hot summer is no longer hot, the breeze is mixed with the smell of cow dung, the sunlight is cut into fine spots by the intertwined branches, and the stars fall on the concrete floor next to the roots of the trees.

Occasionally, a few aunts with vegetable baskets or live chickens passed by here, and they couldn't help but take a few more glances at this handsome guy Wang Laoji.

Then he was quickly scared away by the man's embarrassing and unruly eating...

There were two or three childhood sweethearts running past bouncing around, holding a bubble machine in the shape of a fish mouth in their hands, leaving behind the sound of laughing and joking, and a large string of bubbles reflecting colorful light.

A little girl in a light green skirt passed by on a bicycle, and a small Walkman played Wen Lan's song: "The summer wind is blowing warmly, blowing through the hair and passing through the ears, the summer between you and me, the wind Speak softly..."

Just because of a simple watermelon, the coolness of the summer breeze suddenly penetrated the heart, and all the tranquility and comfort danced in the air.

This is a wonderful time for this moment, this land.

Originally, for Wang Luoji, this summer should have been sad and tormented. He was betrayed by his most trusted partner, troubled by the stench of money, and abused by the frustration of having nothing.

Today is a very different situation.

It's as if happiness is something within your reach, you can get a lot of it without money, and it can grow vigorously from the bottom of your heart by shaking your legs.

This is just one of the most ordinary corners of Shabian Village, with a dense tree shade, a chilled watermelon in the sand bag, and the occasional summer wind.

The three big men took off all the shells and restraints, like three big boys who are very easy to satisfy, enjoying the simplest but also the highest level of happiness.

Xiaoye sincerely said to Jiaojiao: "I think you can make a fortune just by selling watermelons in this market!"

Jiao Jiao giggled, her eyes crooked, and she began to plan to buy a few more tons of watermelons, so as to boost this month's turnover.

Wang Luoji said sincerely: "Your place is a good place."

This is already the greatest appreciation he can give this strange and remote place.

As soon as the words of praise were uttered, a lump of yellow-white bird droppings fell from the sky without warning, and landed precisely on the man's eyebrows, and the warm liquid flowed all the way along the bridge of his straight nose.

Wang Luoji: "..."

This bird place is really not exaggerated.

Jiao Jiao and Xiaoye who were standing next to them witnessed this scene, their smiles froze at the same time, and they said awkwardly: "Mr. Wang...", "Brother Wang..."

Wang Luoji froze like a snowman, and after a long time he let out a turbid breath, "I understand, unsatisfactory things in life are very common."

It turns out that when people are unlucky, even birds come to bully you.

Then for a whole afternoon, the star Wang jumped up and down under the tree regardless of his appearance, holding a dozen stones he picked up in his hand, and vowed to smash down the thrush nest that mass-produces bird droppings on the top of the tree.

He roared wildly: "I swear I won't give up until I get rid of the enemy bird—!"

Xiaoye held the poor man tightly: "Forget it, forget it..."

Jiao Jiao calmly shook her legs at the side, and softly echoed, "Forget it, forget it..."

The author says:

Tomorrow will be closed.