The vixen's journey through time

Gu's house, Gu Yu's room.

He hesitated a little while holding the small tin can of plaster in his hand.

He also went to the doctor because of his illness. When he got the plaster, he remembered that it was chilblain ointment. Can chilblain ointment cure allergies?

It should be possible, right? After all, chilblains can cause itchiness, and Chacha also has symptoms of itching now. This can be considered "prescribing the right medicine", right? !

"I'll apply the medicine for you, so don't scratch it with your hands."

Gu Yu's right hand kept holding Chacha's hands to control her, just because he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to help herself.

Chacha rolled her eyes and said to herself: Are you afraid that I will scratch it? Are you trying to catch a fugitive?

On the way home, outsiders saw a tall and handsome man holding a pretty and charming woman, which was romantic and beautiful.

But only Chacha knew how painful her wrist was.

The most irritating thing is that her hands were "held". If there were deputy handcuffs, it would be "arresting the suspect".

Sure enough, when Gu Yu let go and was about to apply medicine to Chacha, he saw the bruises on her wrists. He was shocked at first, then felt distressed and guilty.

"Yeah, I'm sorry...it's my fault!"

Gu Yu's tall figure squatted at Chacha's feet, as helpless as a crotch.

Chacha couldn't help but reached out to touch her, but his short hair pricked her palm.

Okay, it's even more itchy now!

She said, "Where can I find fox hair to lick a man's hair?"

Withdrawing his hand, Chacha thought for a moment, then handed it to Gu Yu, "Here, help me apply the ointment."

The bruises on Yingbai's wrist came closer to Gu Yu's eyes, and he felt even more guilty. When he held Chacha's hand, his own hand trembled a little.

"I-I'm going to apply medicine on you. It might hurt a little, so bear with it!"

My hands are all bruised, they must be in pain, right? !

Chacha: It doesn’t hurt at all, but it’s very itchy. Should I apply the medicine? Can you do it?

Gu Yu:...Don’t you know whether I can do it or not?

Chacha: Cough cough cough! Apply the medicine, apply the medicine, quickly apply the medicine!

Chacha sat at the table, Gu Yu squatted in front of her, chilblain ointment was placed on the table, and the iron lid had been opened.

Chacha's right hand was held by Gu Yu in the palm of his left hand. The slender part compared to his thick and thick palm made Chacha feel inexplicably that there was nowhere to escape.

She shrank her hand and was grabbed by the big palm, "Does it hurt?"

Gu Yu applied the medicine more lightly, and even because he was worried about hurting her with force, he even came closer and blew gently on Chacha's wrist.

"Huhu, it doesn't hurt anymore."

This is what my mother often did when I was young. Although Gu Yu is taciturn now, he looks steady and down-to-earth. When he was young, he was also very naughty and mischievous.

Chasing chickens and chasing dogs, climbing walls and digging holes, climbing trees to dig bird's nests, going to the fields to dig loaches, swimming in rivers, stealing fruits and eggs, poking wasp nests, frying cow dung...

Whenever he was caught by Gu Aijun, he would be beaten. After the beating, Wu Yan came to comfort him, blowing on his injured area and comforting him distressedly: "Huhu, it hurts so much..."

Chacha bared her teeth: Is that painful? I'm obviously itchy, and don't just wipe your wrists, there are still a lot of red bumps on my arms!

Focusing on taking care of the bruises on his wrists, when it was the pimples on his arms, Gu Yu hesitated again.

Chacha's sleeves were rolled up high, almost to her shoulders, exposing her entire arm.

It was covered with dense red bumps, and in addition, there were scratches.

Gu Yu frowned even more tightly. At this moment, his heartache completely overcame his shyness. He dug out a large amount of ointment from the tin can and gently spread it on Chacha's arm.

Chacha sat on the stool, looking down at Gu Yu's big head.

The feeling of being pricked by his short, spiky hair on the palm of her hand was still unfulfilled. With her left hand in Gu Yu's hand, her free right hand was ready to move again.

Finally, he paused hanging in mid-air.

Forget it, don't provoke him, think about yourself first!

"Gu Yu, can I not go to the canteen to work?"

There was a plea in Chacha's tone, and Gu Yu couldn't resist the soft and waxy female voice.

"Okay, then we won't go to the cafeteria."

He had no intention of letting Chacha work. From the bottom of his heart, he just wanted to protect her and prevent her from getting tired.

Perhaps subconsciously, he felt that she was not made for work!

As for how to talk to the captain and how to deal with the gossips of other team members, Gu Yu doesn't worry, he has a way.

【Can't! 】

The system makes a prairie dog sound.

[Chacha, you have to work in the fields, you must participate in the double grab! 】

Chacha rolled her eyes: [But, I am assigned to the canteen now! The agreement to work in the fields was self-evident. I went there and worked, and the agreement was fulfilled! 】

[But now I'm allergic to rice. Ashan, don't you feel sorry for me? 】

Listening to Cha Cha's cry, the system felt distressed, but it was a principled system.

[Chacha, since I arranged for you to go to the cafeteria, you should go! You can even eat secretly there! 】

People who work in the cafeteria all have some small tricks to take advantage of, take advantage of, and so on. Others like it, and Chacha should also like it, right?

【forget it! Big pot rice, what’s delicious? 】Chacha is not interested in those.

During her time as an educated youth, she had heard from Gu Yu that the food was not bland or tasteless, and she was lucky to find a piece of meat. Moreover, not every meal had meat, and some even had to eat steamed buns.

Thinking of this, Chacha felt a little timid.

No way, right? The big pot rice served by the Baliqiao Brigade can't be so bad, right?

Every year, the double grab usually starts in mid-July and ends in August, the beginning of autumn, but it lasts for more than 20 days.

During these twenty days, do you have to eat steamed buns every day?

[That’s not necessarily the case. If it’s good, there will be a piece of meat! Not everyone has it yet, but if you are lucky, Chacha you should have it. 】

The sound of the system sounds a bit like schadenfreude.

Chacha's heart aches.

[Ashan, you will feel sorry for me and give me extra food, right? I don’t want roasted chicken. Just give me a whole bowl of farm-style stir-fried pork. It doesn’t matter if you have more chili. 】

When the time comes, she will eat the meat and give the chili pepper to Gu Yu. If Gu Yu doesn't eat it, she can still give it to Chu Yi. At the worst, she can just give the little guy a small piece of meat.

Chu Yi, who was hugging rice with a large number of children in the village, suddenly felt that his earlobes were very hot and burning. Someone was probably talking about him.

who is it? Are they grandparents? Could it be that woman?

Thinking of that woman, Chu Yi's little heart felt a little heavy.

When he knew that Wang Guihua was going to hurt her with a sickle, he was shocked and frightened.

After knowing that Wang Guihua had brought it upon herself, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then when he saw the terrifying red bumps on her arms, he became worried again.

Is she feeling miserable? Will that man take good care of her? Will she be in danger...

Chu Yi was thinking all over the place, and he couldn't find peace.

"Chu Yi, hurry up! He Dabao and the others are already much faster than us!"

The children's group also has a clear division of labor and is divided into groups. Chu Yi and Xiao Tiedan are in a group, He Dabao (the village chief's grandson), He Dani, and He Xiaoni are in a group, and the others are in pairs.

Don't ask why there are only three people in He Dabao's group. If you ask, it's a privilege. If you ask, it's He Dabao, the village chief's family favorite. The other Dani and Xiaoni are just his followers.

Chu Yi organized his thoughts, hugged the rice in his hands tightly, and sped up, "Oh, it's coming, it's coming..."

Passing by the place where Wang Guihua was injured, Chu Yi paused in his steps. Others walked away from him, but he walked straight over.

One leg, two legs, three legs...

The blood that Wang Guihua spilled on the ground was stepped deeply into the mud by Chu Yi.