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    ? If I ask him to save me, he may think it out of face, so as not to be poked in the spine by others standing on the moral high ground.

    Just like when he rushed to the piano room and saw me being beaten, my eyes were too humble and helpless, and there was no one around except the thugs, and he couldn't pretend to see me.

    Because the moment I saw him push the door and enter, I almost jumped up and hung on to him without shame.

    He was forced to take me in his arms.  I can still remember the faint scent of bamboo on his body, and I guess the smell on my body after three days without a bath is also unforgettable for him.

    Anyway, his face and eyes at that time seemed to be gritting his teeth and saying that he would remember me forever.

    It's great, I just didn't take a bath for three days, but I can make him remember it for a lifetime. You must know how many girls in this world spend half their lives and can't let the man they love put them in their hearts.

    He looked down at me, still with such pity and guilt in his eyes, with a little resentment.

    I was a little flattered, so I quickly wiped my nosebleed, and said to him slowly, "Don't look at me so fiercely You scared me away from my nosebleed."

    His pity and guilt were suddenly forced to disappear by my unsightly words, "Are you stupid? I said I will wait for you in the piano room, will I really wait? I deliberately made an appointment at Yinshi because I saw that the time was too early  If you won't come, how can I wait for you?"

    I'm not stupid, there is no one smarter than me in the world, I was beaten into a pig's head, and I still knew to take advantage of this time to get more oil from him.

    "You sure I won't come?" I shook my head, wrapping my arms around his neck, "You didn't know that."

    "Have you two finished talking?! Haven't you been beaten enough? Don't you get out?!" The leading thug brother must have not married a wife yet, he must be.

    They waved their sticks, and I quickly turned my head and waved my hands, "I still have a few more words, just say a few more words and get out" I took out the firefly pouch from my arms, stuffed it into his palm, and said anxiously, "Jing Xian  Look, the fireflies are still alive!"

    While he was looking down at Yingsang in a daze, I leaned into his ear and whispered, "I'll come back later!"

    After saying these two sentences, my strong desire to survive made me hug my head and run away without a trace.

    In a few days, I received two severe beatings for not being smart enough. This is a shame in my short life, because apart from the time I fought with the dog, I have only received one beating in the past ten years.  .

    For the time being, I am embarrassed to go back to my dilapidated Huashen Temple to accept Xiao Chunyan's ridicule, so I have to go to Suan Xiucai and tell him about the fact that I was beaten with a stick because of a man's bankruptcy, and see if my recent experience can help me.  He provided some ideas for making up a storybook, which will be beneficial to storytelling in the future.

    Suan Xiucai was born as a good-looking talent, but what attracted me more attention was his poor and pedantic appearance, and what impressed me the most was his coarse linen clothes that did not change much throughout the year.

    I really can't figure out why Sister Minmin is so attracted to him. He doesn't have looks or money, so it can't be talent.  You must know that most of the stories he used to make a living came from my idle gossip.

    "I don't know why you are attracted to me." Suan Xiucai often sighed and said to sister Minmin like this, "I have no other talents except storytelling and a few polite words." I testify  , is really gone.

    But Sister Minmin still likes him so much, I don't understand.  Of course, when I understood, it was also a sad story.  Fortunately, I am a beggar and my story is worthless.

    Suan Xiucai was fiddling with the storytelling booth under the overpass as usual. He raised his eyes and saw me coming, and greeted me with a smile, "Xiaohua wakes up so early again, sit down quickly, I have to tidy up for a while before I'm free."

    I hate this name very much, probably because Minmin¡¯s sister used to have a big yellow dog called Xiaohua, and every time Suan Xiucai called me that, I always felt that he was referring to the big yellow dog in Minmin¡¯s family.

    Speaking of Xiaohua, I often snatch food from its mouth. If I can't win, I don't feel a sense of victory, but to be honest, I really don't have any sense of victory if I win with a dog.

    I just sat on the low bench and looked at him with my face in my hands. He saw the color on my face through the candlelight, "Where did you get this? Come, I still have some medicine left here.  Wipe it off."

    After receiving the ointment bought by Suan Xiucai who didn¡¯t know which year, I smeared it on my face while telling him what happened to me in the past few days and who I fell in love with.

    ?After listening to my story, Suan Xiucai said that even a storybook writer would not dare to write like this, "Big kid, what do you know about love?"

    "I think so too, so you join me?Just accept it, don't be polite to me, this is my own willingness to give it.  I heard that the food is all about what to eat to make up for it"

    He turned his head and gave me a strange look.

    I continued, "Eggs contain a lot of nutrition. You are still relatively thin. Eat more eggs to supplement your nutrition."

    "" He wanted to say something but didn't say it for a long time.

    But I couldn't miss this opportunity, and asked, "Then, you took my eggs, can you draw a portrait for me?"

    He frowned, "I can't draw. What's more, you have such hair, such thin arms and legs, such a waistwhy should I draw you?"

    I choked again, but when I thought of my childish figure, I was relieved, and said to him, "My waist is really nothing to draw. The point is the face, just draw it like me." I don't believe he won't  draw.

    "Face" He bowed his head and played the piano indifferently, and did not continue speaking in a good manner.

    He didn't follow the routine of a sour scholar at all. I choked again when I was stunned by his words. After thinking about it for a while, I replied seriously, "Although I am not very good-looking, I can take it back and hang it in the Temple of Flowers."  To ward off evil spirits for my mother-in-law."

    He was indifferent, "I can't draw, and I will never be able to draw you."

    Oh well.

    This whole paragraph collapsed, and I thought I was a little sorry for Xiao Chunyan, because out of the four eggs that Jingxian gave away, two of them were sister Minmin who asked me to give him to eat.  Now there are no eggs, and neither are portraits.

    I sat next to him, looking for something to say, and started an awkward chat, "You came in time this morning, and you saved me. I am very grateful."

    He did not speak.

    I asked curiously, "If I encounter any difficulties in the future, will you save me based on the current situation?"

    He was categorical, "No." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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