Chapter 3

Walking around the college and watching the flowers, he didn't come back until the evening. He put the chair on his back into the yard. Meng Lao found that the lazy guy's head hung down again. He was angry and funny. He slapped him and immediately regretted it. He quickly untied him and held him on the lounge chair and began to prepare dinner.

Mana was confused and was almost stunned by him. He hated it so much that his teeth were itchy. Thinking of his careful care today, he swallowed his breath, staggered up, grabbed a bottle of medicine out of the room, and staggered into the kitchen.

There was an oil lamp hanging on the stove. The light was like a bean, which dyed Meng Lao's face black and red, with fluorescence. Meng Lao was squatting and washing vegetables in sweat. Hearing the footsteps, he didn't raise his head. He waved his big hand and said, "Stay there, there will be food right away!"

Manna smiled and squatted beside him, grabbed his hand out of the basin, wiped his body, took out the medicine and wiped it on it, and maliciously blew the fairy spirit on the wound. He tilted the corners of his eyes and watched the stunning beauty of the man in front of him.

"Does it still hurt?" Seeing that Meng Lao had not responded, he had to speak first.

Meng Lao shook his head like a rattle drum, and even his neck began to turn red.

He couldn't count on it. Munna sighed gently and accepted his fate to take over his job. His hand was stained with water. Meng Lao said, and he picked it up. With a faint light, he came to his face and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He stretched out his hands and feet. His hands and feet were two big. The pity suddenly got up, picked him up like a chicken, and patted him on the head in the most gentle way. Remember, he said happily, "Don't make trouble!"

Before he finished speaking, he threw it casually. Muna flew out lightly and fell heavily on the ground.

After screaming, Munna roared, "Dumb, I want to help. You bastard, I don't know what's good or bad!"

Meng Lao had a confused smile on his face and washed the green vegetables into pickles.

He covered his buttocks and fell in half and sat down. Munna naturally had no good face. On the contrary, the originator didn't realize it at all. While eating, he giggled. Thinking of his pride, he poofed, and the rice was sprayed all over the table.

How can people eat this! Meng Na patted his chopsticks on the table. Meng Lao finally woke up and saw that his eyebrows were upside down. His narrow eyes were full of love. His heart was really sweeter than drinking honey. He couldn't help but start looking forward to a happy life with this gentle beauty in the future, and his mouth was almost hung to his ears.

He couldn't beat him, scolded him, and stared at him and didn't respond. Muna suddenly felt a little discouraged and held his skirt and roared. Because of the lack of confidence, the roar was a little aggrieved.

"Why did you throw me out just now? I almost fell to death. Do you know? My butt hurts so much!"

The last sentence, because of seeing the wide eyes, Monna had no confidence and had become a coquettish tone.

Meng Lao suddenly realized that he was angry that it was for this, and he really did something wrong again. He was not his thick-skinned students. How could he withstand a fall? His brain was hot, and he just wanted to remedy it quickly. He picked him up and put it on his lap. He pulled off his trousers and massaged it with the softest way, while blowing the fairy spirit like him.

Mana cried and called his mother, and his head was full of cold sweat. Seeing that there was no response, he had to bite his sleeve, but he hated that his parents gave birth to two halves of his buttocks.

In the past, the next day, the day was just dawn, and Munna was carried to the college by Meng Lao in chaos. All the students and the husband looked sideways, but they were no longer surprised. They all covered their faces and snickered. Several bold people greeted the two. Although Meng Lao was not used to it, he still slowed down and became shy. Respond with a smile.

After changing clothes and bathing, and sacrificing Confucius, the students gathered in the lecture hall and saluted all the doctors one by one. Poor Meng Na's body and eyelids could not stand it. Seeing that he was about to make a joke, Meng Lao was in a hurry and wise. He took him up in front of him and left from the back door. The mountain chief and the abbot bowed their heads at the same time, pretending not to see it.

The husbands are all preparing for class and resting on the front floor of the library building. The mountain chief's arrangement is well-intentioned. The library building is built against the ridge, and the environment is quiet. In front are corridors, treasure roofs and eaves. The figures on the vermilion pillars are flowers, birds, birds and animals. All of them are lifelike. There are many cases on the corridor, and the pen, ink, ink and inkstones are complete. Here, the masters can have academic exchanges and heated discussions at any time, and when they raise their heads, there are strange rocks. As far as the eyes can see, the green mountains are long, and the waterfalls are like white practice. On the day, people are like floating in the sea of clouds.

Entering the corridor, Manna on Meng Lao's back seemed to hear the faint sound of water. His eyes opened slightly and saw the waterfall in the sea of clouds in the distance. He couldn't help shouting, "It's so beautiful!" Meng Lao was a little proud. He put down the chair, pointed to the neatly arranged table and asked, "Lazy, where do you want to sit?"

Of course, Munnar refused to take one more step. She rushed to the nearest case, held her head and looked into the distance, smiling confusedly. After receiving the chair from the porch pillar, Meng Lao held his head and looked into the distance. After all, he grew up in the mountains. After only looked at it twice, he felt bored. He felt that his smile was very beautiful. The ghost almost caught his face and wanted to take a good look. Meng Na laughed, grabbed his face, and pulled it hard on both sides. Meng Lao was unwilling to show weakness. With only a gentle touch, Meng Na turned into a butterfly, flew out of the corridor, and fell heavily into one. On the spring flowers.

Meng Lao was so scared that he rushed over and carefully picked him up. Meng Na held his face and said viciously, "Don't attack me next time!"

When Meng Lao saw that he could still roar, he smiled brightly and his face was full of flowers. When he returned to the case a few years ago, he looked around, pulled off his belt and tied him to his back. Anyway, Meng Na couldn't pull it. He rolled his eyes and let it was up his fate. Meng Lao rushed into the library, took him up and down at an inhuman speed, and turned around and said, "Have you finished reading it?"

Poor Munna's eyes are full of stars, and she can't even say a complete word.

Meng Lao's purpose of taking him to visit the library was achieved. He went to the warehouse and came out with a quilt, put him down a few times in front of the case, put him down, touched his head, and smiled and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to eat for you. You can rest first."

Countless stars were cheering in front of her, and Munah's head was tilted and she fell asleep.

The masters came back one after another and were surprised to see that there was a man on the ground so early. It turned out that this quilt was used by the teacher when he took a nap at noon. Although Lv Hongmeng was enlightened, he set a lot of rules. He got up in the morning to exercise late. He was not allowed to gamble and drink, and he was not allowed to walk around in the mountains. After going down to the hall, he must go back to the library. The books and stationery in the library can be used by the master, and he can use good tea and good dishes.

He supervises very strictly. If he violates the regulations more than three times, all students will be expelled, and the doctor will be treated equally and dismissed. If you are driven out by the hanging college, most of the other colleges will be rejected, and everyone's future will be ruined. Since the college has been opened, there are very few people who dare to try the law.

Meng Lao came back with his face. When he saw everyone poking around Meng Na's fingers, he shouted, "Get out of here!" The footsteps came like the wind, put the noodles on the table, and gently caught him out of the quilt.

The roar almost burst Meng Na's eardrums. He looked around for a week and found that everyone dodged one after another. Their faces were frowned. His heart tightened, grabbed his skirt, took a deep breath, and roared from Dantian, "Why are you roaring? Why don't you apologize to everyone!"

Everyone was stunned. Meng Lao snorted coldly and put his face in front of him. He said angrily, "Don't make trouble, eat it!"

With a snap, Munna slapped his face. Meng Lao maintained the posture of holding the bowl, and his eyes gradually turned red. Muna did not stop, pulled his skirt, exposed his white neck, stared at his eyes, and said coldly, "Fight, I'll wait!"

Meng Lao's fist was tight and loose, loose and tight, and his face turned purple. Everyone didn't dare to come out. In the distance, the two doctors turned around and rushed to move the rescuers. Munna sighed, grabbed his fist and opened it one by one, and said in a child-like soft tone, "Don't be angry. It's my fault. Will you throw me in the water tank when you go back at night?"

Meng Lao snorted and looked at his hand. After all, he was still greedy for his gentleness and was reluctant to pull out his hand. That was the most beautiful hand he had ever seen. It was white and soft, without a cocoon. His fingers were slender, like the tip of a newly opened bamboo shoot, and his palm was almost half the size. The cold touch brought out thousands of wis of tenderness in his heart.

His heart was like blocking a big stone, and he was suddenly a little afraid. If he didn't restrain his anger just now, he would go down with a fist, and the consequences would be unimaginable. He was frightened and had the impulse to cut off his hands. He was afraid that he would regret his hands for the rest of his life!

Seeing that he was silent, Monna patted the back of his hand and walked straight to the crowd. He bowed deeply and said sadly, "Dear gentlemen, Monna is seriously ill. He is usually in a little mentally ill. If there is any improper behavior, please take care of it!"

In fact, he doesn't need to say that no matter how ignorant people are, they can see his pale and weak body. The masters saluted one after another and said "take care of yourself", but they saw the king of the latter three steps and two steps to the side of Mengna. He looked at it with his head held high, bowed three times, and said sullenly, "I'm sorry just now!"

Everyone's eyes fell to the ground, and Mr. Qian, who was still teaching, answered with a smile, "Meng Jiaoxi is so polite!" Only then did this wash away the dull atmosphere. When the abbot and Lv Hongmeng came out of breath, what they saw was the scene of the masters sitting around and laughing, and the chaotic originator, Meng Lao, who never appeared here, was holding Meng Na's hand and looking left and right. He looked like a curious child, frowned, sometimes smiled, sometimes peeked at the owner of his hand, and sometimes Put your hands on the palm of your hand, one finger at a time, and compare the striped road.

The two looked at each other from afar and smiled.

In addition to Munah, there are also four teachers who teach. Mr. Qian arranges his classes in the morning and afternoon at the end, two classes a day. He also teaches students who have a good foundation. Mr. Qian is good at calligraphy and painting. He is famous for his fine brushwork and heavy color painting. He used to be a royal painter in the court. The content of his works is mainly composed of characters, flowers and birds. He is neat and meticulous, beautiful and bright. His paintings are respected by rich people from all over the world and are difficult to buy.

Although Meng Na was calm and taught for the first time, he was still nervous. He asked Meng Lao to make a pot of strong tea and shake his spirit. He started from studying the students' paintings and straightened out the direction of teaching in his heart. Mr. Qian came back early and came to him with a cup. Meng Na quickly filled him up. Mr. Qian nod his head and said, "Mr. Meng, the first volume of Taiping Map, why are you hiding in the mountains and in the fog?"

Munah smiled and said, "The ancients had the saying of 'the unity of heaven and man'. Man and all things in heaven and earth are originally connected, and the mountains and rivers are spiritual and more affectionate. When the feelings are continuous, people have forgotten themselves and are like dust."

Mr. Qian put down the teacup, took the stack of paintings in front of him, and muttered, "Why is the second volume thick ink, the pen flying vertically, and the ink rain is cut?"

"Taiping Mountain is thousands of miles high and mountains, like a hero who stands up to the sky. Only with swords and shadows, iron horses and gold can be happy and in this life!"

"What a hero!" Mr. Qian's hands shook slightly and said loudly, "In the third volume, did the painter suddenly lose his pride and lose all his fighting spirit?"

The light in Meng Na's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he looked at the drifting clouds in the distance. He smiled bitterly and said, "The thatched hut, the shrubs are stacked green, and people in the mountains sing and dance to celebrate the harvest. After the painter finished painting, he laughed and brushed his sleeves. He thought he could please the high-ranking person and let him show mercy because of his talent, but he forgot that the law was not merciful, and he became the laughing stock of everyone!"

Mr. Qian's eyes flashed and tore up the student's paintings silently. Meng Na looked at it coldly and did not dissuade him. He said quietly, "There is more ingenuity, and the true temperament is not enough. All of them are dull and dull. There is no content. It's good to tear it up!"

Mr. Qian tore it faster, threw the debris into the flowers, clapped his hands and said, "Do Mencius have an idea?"

Mana bowed and said with a smile, "Thank you for your advice! Munna has become a bamboo in the chest!"

Mr. Qian got up and laughed, "You can teach me!"

Entering the school house, Munna looked around and suppressed her uneasiness. There are more than a dozen teenagers in white sitting in the hall, with red lips and white teeth, and handsome. If it had been three years ago, he would have loved them very much and had been together with them. At that enthusiastic age, he was originally fresh clothes and angry horses, wantonly and looked down on the world, but such an absurd farce was staged, ending all of him. Dreams and happiness.

He put aside the opening words of Mr. Qian's instructions, went straight to the two-faced teenager, and said with a smile, "I'll borrow your outer costume!"

The teenager's eyes were full of expectation. Hearing his words, his face instantly turned into a dye. He gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want my clothes to do?"

The corners of Munna's eyes were about to fly into his temples, and he said lazily, "Do you want to borrow it?"

The teenager stared at him, reluctantly took off his white clothes, and took off his clothes in public. He was quite uncomfortable, and his face became more and more gloomy. Meng Na picked up the outer coat and walked to the front, unfolded it and hung it on the wall. He grabbed the wolf. In the exclamation of the crowd, he pointed to the middle of the outer clothing, outlined the appearance of a flat boat and an old man fishing, and painted a few strokes of water next to it. The last stroke fell, he smiled, tosed the pen without nostalgia, waved his long sleeves, and sat slanted. Drink tea in the chair.

Everyone didn't know what medicine was sold in his gourd. They looked back and forth between him. Only the teenager was furious, his face turned red, and he stared at him, as if he was going to stare into a hole in his body.

For a long time, Munna still hasn't received any response. He sighed and got up. He looked at a burning peach red tree outside the window with his hands behind his hand and read, "Thousands of mountains and birds are flying, and thousands of people have disappeared. Lonely day, fishing alone in the cold river snow.

His voice was extremely desolate, as if he could push people down from the cliff, and the cold pool was blue, and the water was blurred.

When he read the first sentence, the anger on the teenager's face receded. When he read the second sentence, the light in the teenager's eyes suddenly grew. When he read the third sentence, the teenager got up and read the fourth sentence. The teenager's face was like the first sunny after the rain, and the sunshine was as new.

Everyone looked at the outer costume together. When there was a poem in their minds, it was really not a simple ink. Meng Na looked back at the frown of the crowd, smiled quietly, and rushed to the case next to him, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

The teenager stared for a while and turned his head. The master lay on the table and played chess with Mr. Zhou. He couldn't help laughing and crying. He went out to find Lele, who was sleeping soundly on the stone bench, twisted his ears to wake him up, and said with a smile, "Go and get me a costume. By the way, ask Meng Jiaoxi to pick him up!"

Lele ran away and even forgot to promise.

Meng Lao has never stopped. He came out of the library. He arranged the monks who taught him and took the big tiger and the little tiger to carefully patrol the college. The main reason for the inspection was that there were poisonous insects hidden in the college. There were many poisonous insects and beasts in the mountain. Although it was blocked by the courtyard wall, it was impossible to prevent it. After looking at the corner of the grass, trees and the stone crevices, the two dogs rushed to the kitchen to report. Meng Lao came home non-stop, cooked a simple meal, put it in a food box and put it in the basket, and hurriedly carried it to the college.

Halfway, Lele ran towards him breathlessly, patted his chest and said, "The prince wants you to pick up Mencius!"

Meng Lao also thought that something had happened to him. He was so anxious that he rushed up without saying a word. The door of the school house is closed, so quiet that you can hear the song of birds in the mountains, which is completely different from the sound of other books in the school house. Meng Lao rushed down the mountain with a fierce tiger, knocked open the door with his body, grabbed the person lying on the podium and shook it desperately, and shouted, "What's wrong with you? Lazy, wake up..."

Everyone laughed loudly. Meng Lao didn't care about being angry and checked his face inch by inch. Meng Na finally opened his eyes and said weakly, "Idiot, I was stunned by you just now!"

Meng Lao smiled, grabbed his hand, and wiped all the cold sweat on his hand. In full view of the public, Meng Na was held like this by a man. After all, he was a little embarrassed. His face was hot, and he said with a cold face, "Go out and wait for me!"

Meng Lao seemed to have been poured with cold water. He turned around angrily and left. Meng Na smiled and shouted, "Don't forget to repair the door!"

Meng Lao looked at the torn door on the ground, touched his head awkwardly, and ran away with a swd.

After eating in Guan Yunxuan on the roof of the library, Munna showed rare enthusiasm and pushed the bowls and chopsticks around. With the full support of the imperial court, the abundance of books in the library is amazing. Under the guidance of a master, he went to the Yanyu Pavilion, which collects calligraphy and paintings, and found many ancient and modern masterpieces. The small Yanyu Pavilion records the development history of calligraphy and painting from ancient times to the present. Almost all the representative works include "Taiping Picture" is also one here. The work described by the deputy master, in addition to the ingenuity between the writing, the degree of realism made him amazed.

Unconsciously, Meng Lao came behind him, pointed to the second volume of Taiping Tu on the wall and smiled, "I like it!"

"Why?" Munna's heart moved.

"I don't know. It makes me feel very excited. Men should be like this, protect their families and countries, fight with real knives and guns on the battlefield, or cross the world, and be happy with kindness and hatred, which is not in vain!"

There is a bright light in his eyes that can't be ignored, which makes Mona almost unable to open his eyes. His face is lively, which is what Mona has never seen before. He is resolute, strong, indomitable and indomitable.

It seemed that there were tens of millions of needles piercing his heart. He endured the overwhelming pain in his chest and gently did judo: "Have you planned your future?"

Meng Lao said, "So you also know that I want to take the martial arts examination. The mountain chief and the abbot also said that I am stronger than others, and my words and appearance barely pass the test. It's easy to stap, ride, and warp (lift weights). I will definitely pass the exam, and I will definitely be a general!"

"General..." Munna muttered to herself, but she didn't know what she wanted to say and what she could say. The thousands of miles of mountains in Taipingtu seem to be laughing at him. He has also arrogantly written "Drunk on the battlefield, don't laugh". He has also been determined to draw Wanren Xiongqi Guanshan with a pen. He has also played the song and sang, "You don't see it, walk Machuan, the flat sand is vast and yellow into the sky. The wind roars in September, and the gravel of a river is as big as a bucket, and the ground is full of chaos with the wind. Let's go..."

Those heroic feelings that were strangled by Shengsheng came all over the sky with a bloody smell. He seemed to be standing on the edge of the cliff. With just one step, he could be smashed to pieces. He stretched out his hand blankly and wanted to grab something to support him. Meng Lao did not let him down. He subconsciously grabbed his hand, dragged him into his arms, and said solemnly, "A lazy, no matter what I do in the future, will you come with me? You are not in good health and have no relatives. I really don't trust you!"

"Nerd!" Munna's nose was sore that he almost burst into tears.

Maybe he didn't realize his wish. Meng Lao could do it. A plan in his heart slowly formed, touched his neck, smiled badly, and bit it on tiptoe.

He bit without pain, but it made people feel crisp and numb, and he felt uncomfortable all over. Meng Lao had no temper at all. Seeing that his tiptoe trembled a little, he lifted him up with his waist, patted him on the back and muttered, "Are you a dog? Why do you like to bite people?"

"You don't like it!" Muna snorted.

Meng Lao's face was bitter. He sighed in his heart and took him out in an awkward posture. Meng Na quickly closed his mouth, supported his hands, and lay on his shoulder to look at the gentlemen smiling. Everyone looked at the strange movements of the two people and laughed secretly. They watched them return to their seats and continue to drink tea and chat.

Meng Lao tidied up the bedding and stuffed him into it. Seeing that there was no movement inside, he was so scared that he quickly pulled out his head. Only then did he find that he began to be confused again. He was angry and funny. He grabbed his hand to study. While listening to everyone talking about the past and the present, he heard the highlights, and inserted a few words with great interest. Everyone looked sideways and was surprised by his extensive knowledge. It turned out that his appearance was really countless. He did not rely on brute force and knew nothing about the world.

In the afternoon, it was time to teach martial arts. Monna found a book "Li Weigong Asked the right" from the library and held it in his arms. He pretended to exercise, told Mr. Qian for leave and came to the teaching field leisurely. Meng Lao was teaching everyone how to shoot arrows. He took off the leftover coat on his upper body, and the heat steamed all over. He pulled his bow at the bulls-eye, his lower plate was like a fall, his waist was straight, the muscles on his arms were bulging high, and his eyebrows were heroic.

Banna stopped from afar. The more he looked at it, the happier he became. He only heard a bang, and the arrows were fired from the string. In the blink of an eye, he swayed at the bullseye. Meng Lao fired three arrows in a row, all of which hit the heart, and there was no difference. Munna secretly cheered and strengthened his determination. He found a big stone to sit down and turned his eyes to the cloudy mountains, and his thoughts drifted away unconsciously.

Meng Lao did a demonstration and asked the students to take turns to practice and correct their movements one by one. Lele was absent-mindedly compared with a monk next to him. He saw Meng Na under the tree from afar, jumped over and called Meng Lao and pointed in his direction. Meng Lao was happy and rushed straight over with an explanation. He sat down next to him. With his eyes, he smiled and said, "Lazy, there are many beautiful places in the hanging mountain. I'll carry you up the mountain to have a look when I have time."

Manna tilted his head, leaned against the strong shoulder beside him, grabbed his big hand, and carefully traced his deep and shallow palm lines. Meng Lao ate and smiled, "Stop it. I have something else. You stay here obediently. I want someone to send some tea."

Mana glanced at him, hooked the corners of his eyes, and exerted his angry and angry eyes to the extreme. Meng Lao only felt that his heart was beating a few times, and his ears were warm again. He said, "You can't do this. The college is disciplined strictly. You can't fool around..."

From this perspective, Monna had a panoramic view of the uneven ups and downs of his chest, smiled, held his hands devoutly with both hands, and gently rubbed his face. The strong body next to him was really shaken, as if it was connected with a big stone. Monna was jubilant and closed his eyes in the broad palm. , whispered, "I'll send you to the school later. I'm exhausted!"

Watching him sleep with his arm in his arms, Meng Lao sighed and sighed, moved him to his back and tied him up with a belt. As soon as he returned to the school, Le Le greeted him with a smile, "Meng Jiaoxi, the teacher is really awesome. He fell asleep casually on this day."

Meng Lao found a shelter from the wind and dry place to put him down, wrapped him tightly with his own clothes, and quickly went back to teach the students how to shoot arrows.

Lele lay beside him and looked left and right, and said to himself, "It's really strange that he is still so young that he can't sleep so well!" He grabbed his wrist and grabbed his head in distress. "What kind of strange pulse is this? How can it be soft and powerless?

He calculated with his fingers, "The face is white and thin and weak, which is a typical deficiency syndrome. This way of sleeping should be heart and kidney yang failure. The deficiency syndrome should be supplemented, but how on earth can it be supplemented?" He was a little frustrated and muttered, "If I had known it, I would have studied medicine from my grandfather. Now I can't save anyone. It's useless!"

He poked Munna's chest and frowned and said, "Sir, don't really sleep to death. The king of hell has finally become better. If you die, we will be miserable!"

"Boh, ah, ah!" He extort himself a few times, "Crow's mouth, how can such a beautiful person die!"

He lay beside him and looked at his eyebrows carefully, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. "I heard from Grandpa that there is a strange poison in the palace of Mexico, which can make people drowsy. The more he sleeps, the longer he sleeps. Finally..." He didn't dared to think about it any more, and he took his pulse again. He was about to open his clothes to check. Meng Lao picked him up and threw him aside. He glanced at it and wrapped Meng Na gently.

Lele couldn't get up for a long time and screamed, "I'm seeing him. My good intentions are not good!"

Meng Lao snorted, "I asked the doctor to see it yesterday and said that he was too weak. Just take more supplements!"

Lele curled his lips disdainfully, "It's strange! Maybe it's poisoning. I heard from Grandpa that there is a strange poison that can make people sleep to death. He doesn't wake up for a day now. I'm afraid he will never wake up in a few months!"

Meng Lao was heartbroken and rushed over. The eagle grabbed the chicken and held him to his hand and said viciously, "Are you serious?"

All the horrible memories about the king of death surged up, and Lele was so scared, "I don't know, you have to ask my grandfather..."

"Where is your grandfather?" Meng Lao's eyes are bulging, like a devil.

Lele cried loudly, "I don't know. My grandfather has traveled all over the world."

"Meng Lao, let him go!" A cold voice sounded. Meng Lao let go of his hand and looked at his eyes. Countless emotions in his eyes were extinguished, and finally it seemed to burn.

"What the hell is going on?" He hesitated and stretched out his hand and touched his face gently. His voice trembled slightly because of suppressing too many stormy waves. "Be clear, I will definitely help you!"

"Nerd!" Munna smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm poisoned. That's right, but I've taken the antidote, but the poison is still not clear now. You make more delicious food every day, and I will get better soon!"

Meng Lao looked at him hesitantly and was puzzled by the sincere smile on his face. He slowly exhaled a long breath, but felt empty in his heart, as if someone had squeezed the blood dry bit by bit.

He bowed his head and walked away silently. Le Le looked at his back and whispered, "Why did you lie to him?"

Mana waved to him lazily. Lele came over obediently. Monna gave him a shudder, "Do you want to be scared to death by him?"

Lele touched his forehead and suddenly threw himself into his arms. He choked and said, "Dunuch, don't die. I'll ask Grandpa to save you!"

Mana patted him gently on the back and smiled with water in his eyes. "Lele, don't worry. I really took half of the antidote, and I can take care of you for a year and a half. You'd better tighten your skin. Don't be naughty. Be careful that I want Meng Lao to deal with you!"

Lele's round eyes turned around, pouted and glanced at him angrily. Then he got into his arms and sniffed around, sighing, "The doctor's body is so fragrant..."

When he didn't finish speaking, a big hand came out of his collar and threw it into the flowers far away. Meng Lao came back with the chair on his back, folded his clothes layer by layer on the chair, put him on the chair, and said angrily, "Don't run around in the future. Tell me where you want to go first. I'll pick you up every day!"

Monna smiled confusedly, leaned the back of the chair, and wrote over and over again on his broad back. Meng Lao touched his head with his backhand and said gently: "Don't make trouble, sit down!"

Mana grabbed his hand, hid her face in his palm, and smiled, "What did I just write?"

Meng Lao's ear was red and shiny, and he suddenly withdrew his hand. "Two big men, what are you talking about? Don't worry, I won't leave you anyway!"

Manna only felt a breath of depression blocked his throat and punched him. Unfortunately, his soft fist seemed to tickle him. Meng Lao glanced back at him, grinned, and ran fast on the mountain path.

Laughter and screams pass away with the wind, echoing in the valley, like a bright and long woodcutter song. In the most lonely place, there are always thousands of mountains and trees cheering. In the most miserable time, you can see the most beautiful scenery in the world.