"vegetative" entangled

Cheng Ye, who was quietly carrying the straw basket, had an uncomfortably hot face.

Fang Qunchun didn't see his expression at this moment, and said seriously to himself: "I can also feel the dodder on my body stretching, and the small humulus has also grown on your body, and they are growing slowly... "

"Perhaps when they mature a bit, they will obey our control." Fang Qunchun uttered a very unfounded assumption, and Cheng Ye also agreed, but in fact, his mind was not on it at all.

In his heart, he assumed that he would be able to freely control his own plants in the near future. Fang Qunchun breathed a sigh of relief, looking at his cuffed hands, he thought optimistically: everything will be fine.Perhaps the greatest step ever started when he was able to stop the dodder from being mischievous.

Compared with the fear, strife, and panic outside at the moment, the remote and peaceful mountains have become a good place to shelter and avoid disaster.

As for the chaos and entanglement outside, Fang Qunchun considers himself not a saint. When he can have a corner of peace and tranquility, all he can do is silently pray for the world to restore peace as soon as possible.

If not, he would just stay in this land so quietly. After all, no one would easily give up such a happy life—although everything in the mountains has to be done by himself, with simple and primitive equipment, and the only one who can The TV connected to the outside world is also a decoration.

Before entering the closed and simple pigsty made of bricks and cement, Fang Qunchun, who was far away, could smell a very uncomfortable smell.He can't be blamed for this, not to mention that it was the first time in his life that he was near a pigsty, but some people still can't get used to it after seeing and hearing too much.

Cheng Ye and Uncle Qin's family jointly owned this [-]-square-meter pigsty. An old sow gave birth to nine piglets a while ago, and three half-grown pigs were ready to be slaughtered during the Chinese New Year.

Cheng Ye poured the grass into the trough, added water to them, cleaned them up briefly, and went back with Fang Qunchun.

After arriving home, Cheng Ye washed his body briefly, changed into dry clothes, and asked Fang Qunchun, "Do you want to eat grilled fish for lunch?"

There are not many ponds in the mountains, and several families usually own one pond.The meat of the fish in the mountain pond is very tender and delicious. After all, there are mountain springs pouring into it from time to time. The forage the fish eat is also fresh and tender grass, which is completely pollution-free, natural green and healthy.

Fang Qunchun went fishing with Cheng Ye again. Fishing is a test of patience. People like Fang Qunchun have no skills and patience, and their hands are tied, so they obediently watched Cheng Ye fishing.

The fishing rod used by Cheng Ye is still the simplest one - a fishing rod with a transparent long line and a hook wrapped around thin bamboo by the villagers.He used earthworms as bait, and threw the fishhook interspersed with earthworms into the pond. The buoy stood vertically in the pale turquoise and ink blue water.

At first, the surface of the water was calm, with occasional small ripples appearing, and small water bubbles spit out slowly.Fang Qunchun felt that he seemed to have completely emptied himself to observe such "boring" things for so long, but he enjoyed it.

Because I was looking forward to the sudden violent turbulence of the water surface in the next second, followed by fish being caught.

Sure enough, after Qunchun remained motionless, breathed lightly and looked at the buoy for several minutes, like fearing to scare the fish underwater, the red and white buoy sank suddenly, and Qunchun was overjoyed when he saw it. , whispered: "Bite the hook! Bite!" Fresh and wriggling earthworms are extremely tempting to fish, and sometimes fish bite the hook faster.

Cheng Ye stood up unhurriedly, holding the fishing rod with one hand while the old god was on the ground, walking along the swimming direction of the violently swinging, scurrying fish in the water, trying to escape.

"Why haven't you caught it yet?" Fang Qunchun asked suspiciously.

"Let it be good." Cheng Ye walked the fish for a while, the biting fish stopped struggling so much, and dived into the water, leaving only a waveless water mark, Cheng Ye picked up the net bag on the ground to catch the fish.

Now, just dip the net bag tied to the long stick in the water, and pull the fish in the direction where the thin line is pulled, and the fish will be easily caught.

Who knew that while they were fishing, they suddenly heard a voice behind them: "Hey, isn't this Cheng Ye?"

Fang Qunchun turned to look at the person in a daze, but Cheng Ye couldn't help frowning when he heard the voice, but still nodded slightly to the person behind him, and then continued to prepare for fishing.

Fang Qunchun looked at the person in front of him, with a washed white turtleneck shirt, a dark gray pullover, and small black leather shoes that were not old.But the most surprising thing is that there are clusters of green grass and purple flowers growing around his waist.

Having noticed Cheng Ye's attitude towards him just now and looking at the needle-shaped plants on this person, Fang Qunchun guessed that this person is probably Wang Jiming.

Cheng Ye caught the fish all at once, and slowly put the net bag and fishing rod on the ground.

Wang Jiming, who was underestimated, got angry and snorted coldly: "Don't underestimate me." As soon as the words fell, rows of thin green needles flew towards Cheng Ye, and Cheng Ye had nowhere to escape. The clothes under him were covered with green needles.

"You!" Fang Qunchun wanted to push Cheng Ye away with sharp eyes, but he was also involved and caused dense green needles on half of his clothes.

"Haha." Wang Jiming sneered, he had already used this trick on different people, and the effect was very good, which greatly shocked those who looked down on him.

Cheng Ye, who is so strong, arrogant and reckless, will definitely bow down to him.

Thinking of this, Wang Jiming smiled triumphantly. However, his smile didn't last long before it froze on his face.

Because Cheng Ye hit his head hard with a fishing rod!

It's nothing, Cheng Ye didn't give him a chance to breathe, he swung the extremely flexible bamboo fishing rod and hit Wang Jiming's thigh, knee, and calf with a "slap", forcefully forcing him to dodge left and right. , Grinning in pain.

At this time, Wang Jiming had no strength or ability to resist anymore. It took time for his green leaf needles to grow out once, and he had just used it once, so he couldn't use it again immediately!

Physically, Wang Jiming, who was no match for Cheng Ye, could not beat Cheng Ye with his bare hands.What's more, he was beaten to the point of crying with just a bamboo pole.

Cheng Ye teased him playfully, and while waving a fishing rod at him, he raised his eyebrows and said, "This time, I hit him for the villagers. What are you? You can shoot needles? You hurt people for no reason. Gaining other people's attention and fear to satisfy one's own desire for self-confidence should be fought."

"Slap" and hit the thigh hard again.

"...Hit your parents again, why did you have such a hard life to give birth to such a dull son like you?"

Cheng Ye didn't control the strength of his strike, and Fang Qunchun beside him felt a faint pain in his flesh when he heard the clear sound.

Wang Jiming was even more ghostly crying, just shouting, "Dare not dare", "Woo again, dare not!"

"Cheng Ye, Cheng Ye, Brother Cheng...don't hit me..."

Wang Jiming was in so much pain that he clutched the wound on his thigh and ran away from this terrible place reluctantly.

Fang Qunchun parted his lips and muttered, "...so cruel."