Xi Shijing

Like a wooden Bodhisattva, Qiao Weixian was enshrined in the car by the housekeeper.The butler then went to Pengquan to ask for compensation, while Qiao Weixian stayed where he was, slowly grieving over the spring and autumn.

Yuan Ji stepped into the car, and placed Qiao Weixian's wheelchair beside him.After working for a long time, he saw Qiao Weixian curled up quietly in the corner of the car, looking like a beautiful sick cat, with a gloomy face, he couldn't help but bent over: "Why are you still curling your mouth?" Yuan Ji tilted his head , slightly surprised: "Still angry?"

Qiao Weixian didn't look at him, of course he didn't speak.

Yuan Ji was amazed at how popular this person was, so he tied up the wheelchair, so he said something else: "I said, you are light enough, the girl is not as light as you, do you have two feet around your waist?"

The words were endless, Qiao Weixian turned around and frowned at Yuan Jilue.

Yuan Ji raised his face: "You don't like to move, how can you be so light?" He touched his chin: "You don't like to eat?"

Qiao Weixian pressed the back of his head against the car window, his chin raised in confusion: "What do you mean?"

Yuan Ji patted the dust on his hands: "I mean, it's almost ready! Do you have to make people happy to see you? You just have a flat stomach, thinking about everything, the more you think, the more anxious you are, the more anxious you are, the more you think, Being poor is a dead end," he watched Qiao Weixian's eyes widen, but he was no longer afraid.

He wanted to say this conclusion a long time ago: "You just eat honestly, sleep all night, even snoring and farting, I guarantee you will have nothing to worry about!"

Qiao Weixian's slumped waist suddenly twisted.These words equate his mountainous thoughts with snoring and farting, which is very derogatory.So he raised his index finger and pointed it at Yuan Ji's nose: "Damn it, you know..." He came back to life.

Yuan Ji thought it was funny, grabbed his wrist, and squeezed hard: "I sincerely help you, I'm busy." Yuan Ji blinked: "Don't you thank me a lot?"

Taking advantage of Qiao Weixian's slow mind, he shook his hand back and forth, as if he was teasing a cat: "Don't be so bitter!"

Qiao Weixian was grabbed by him, but his hand was still raised, his face was flushed red, but his momentum was gone: "I—"

The more Yuan Ji looked at him, the happier he felt in his heart. Seeing him alive and well, and his face glowing again, Yuan Ji couldn't bear to be embarrassed: "Then if you really want to thank me..."

Just at this moment, Lao Qian showed up.

Yuan Ji turned his head, changed his tone immediately, let go of Qiao Weixian's hand, and stepped off the car: "Old Qian, are you done?"

Lao Qian nodded, took out some cash from his pocket, and stuffed it into Yuan Ji's hand.Yuan Ji shied away, only put the old money on the driving seat, and closed the two doors.

Qiao Weixian's eyes followed him, and finally saw him standing outside the car with a happy face, and shouted to himself through the window: "Come and buy my tea!"

Lao Qian took the plate of the car and started the car, not knowing why: "Master, what kind of tea do you want?"

At this moment, Qiao Weixian was completely out of sickness, full of energy, and yelled: "What are you asking? Take your car!"

Yuan Ji's phone call was actually not too bad.Qiao Weixian likes to be in the dark, and when he thinks about one thing, he can think about it.For example, his legs, his flowers and the fence, and Yuanji at this moment.

Until he was lying on the bed again, he was still thinking about Yuan Ji's nonsense back and forth like a wheel.Good or bad, I remember it all.He fought against the ceiling for a long time, scolding to the point of exhaustion.When he finally closed his eyes, there was a sentence that he had been reluctant to think about, and now it floated up:

At that time Yuan Ji put his arms around his legs and waist, lifted him up, and lowered his nose obediently.

Yuanji said: I am happy to see you!Tell me, until you are happy, I will peel peanuts for you!

Although the curtains were drawn, there was still some light coming through.When the light is blown by the wind, it will flow, and it will go wherever there is space.

Who cares about peanuts?Damn, poor people have short minds—

Qiao Weixian suddenly felt an itch in his heart.He grabbed the chest of his pajamas, as if nothing was right, and he couldn't fall asleep.