Doom Talisman

Thinking about it carefully, He Jing was mentioned by the aunt who cleaned the daily life in He's house.At that time, He Feng was only in the second grade of elementary school, and the school organized a cultural evening. He wore a small white suit, sang a song on stage, and then played a short song with the violin, and became famous in the elementary school.

In terms of talent, the primary school students these days are all running from the starting line. Anyone can have a few brushes, but the calmness and devotion are unmatched by some senior children.Also, he looks good.

Father He said that He Feng looked like He Jing when he was a child, he was a standard handsome guy.No, as soon as she became famous, some younger sisters and younger sisters came here admiringly.

Which little girl's Prince Charming is not good-looking and talented.At such a young age, He Feng seems to already have a lot of hearts.

However, he didn't accept any of those little love letters and gifts.I vowed to study hard and not to talk about "love".If it hadn't been for a pink sticker that he accidentally missed in his small schoolbag, the family wouldn't have spread the news so widely.

But people who once threatened to study hard, how can they change?

He Jing was not as kind as he appeared on the surface. About his brother's past, if he said he would share it, he shared it. Every word was truthful, without any exaggeration or falsehood.

After hearing this, Feng Yao was speechless: "You little brat is so charming, do little girls like mushroom heads nowadays?"

He Jing's eyes flickered slightly: "The hair I just cut this year, Xiao Feng used to... keep small balls." Liang Rui strives for perfection in raising children, and keeps up with the trend of the times.

Dressing up beautiful boys exquisitely will indeed give mothers an unparalleled sense of accomplishment.

Feng Yao recalled the first meeting back then, and regarding the first impression, he felt that He Jing was a beautiful doll carved in powder and jade.

Children of that age don't wander around and get dirty all over their bodies. Although Feng Yao has a good background, he doesn't know how to take care of his appearance.Suddenly seeing He Jing in the group of children, his eyes almost lit up. On the surface he thought he was annoying, but in his heart he couldn't help but want to pinch his face and head.

He was embarrassed to mention this again, and just said: "In the organization, we all like to shave our hair short. The shorter the better, it's neat."

He Jing glanced at the man's slightly long hair: "What about now?"

Feng Yao saw Liang Rui cutting He Jing's hair when he was in He's house, so he couldn't help thinking: "Why don't you get one for me?"

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and said forget it: "Just kidding, I will do it myself."

But He Jing agreed after pursing his lips: "It's okay, it's just that I'm not very proficient."

After sharing the secrets of the space, the hair clippers, electric pusher, and apron were taken out without hesitation, and Feng Yao was placed on the crumbling small bench that had just been repaired, and only then did he really realize: Xiao Jinger is going to give He gets a haircut.

He touched the hair on his sideburns: "When we are in the team, everyone just pushes it with a fader, which saves time and is convenient."

The tall man huddled on a small stool, his long legs looked very awkward, but he had a smile on his face, as if in a trance: "I'm with you later, the conditions are good and bad. At first, each of you did it in your own way, but you are careful, and sometimes you can’t see that I’m making a mess, so you’ll help me plow.”

It's a wonderful feeling to tell memories to people with amnesia.

The depression, sensationalism, and depression that Feng Yao originally imagined... When he saw the young man in the round mirror listening to him intently, all of them disappeared.

"A plow?" He Jing bent slightly, and had already wet Feng Yao's hair and cut off a strand.He felt that the quality of a man's hair was very good, black and smooth, and if he "ploughed" it casually, it would be ruined.

"Yeah. In the harsh environment, many things are scarce, and the faders are broken. You can't see it when I push the bumps on my head."

Feng Yao actually missed a little bit. Occasionally, because of some troubles, He Jing would come to vent his anger on his hair.What else can he do, of course he is to cling to, get used to, and pamper.

He Jing's movements were not slow, and he cut and scissored, and soon Feng Yao's head became much lighter: "It's almost there, let's see if it's okay." He didn't doubt the authenticity of the man's words at all.

Because I clearly have never practiced a haircut in my memory, but my hands are not unfamiliar.The electric pusher is something he has never touched before, but it seems to be handy to use.

The memory may be sealed, but it is not completely gone.

Feng Yao looked up and down, left and right, his heart was filled with irony, how could he be dissatisfied: "I like this type."

In fact, there is no type at all, it is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary, and He Jing wipes off the hair on the back of his neck with a towel, and it is over.

"Is it itchy?"

Feng Yao stood up and moved: "It's okay, I don't feel anything."

So there is no need to wash your hair and take a shower during the day.The base's allocation system for water and electricity resources has become increasingly strict in recent days, even in the inner ring housing area, there will be no discrimination.

One of the reasons for this is the rapid growth of the base population.He Jing glanced at the window at random last night, and the lights in many buildings in the inner ring area were brightly lit, and it seemed that they were not far from full occupancy.All order is becoming perfect step by step.

In the afternoon, Feng Yao went to buy a stool. He Feng and He Jing were in the same room, but they gradually seemed restless.The specific performance is that several simple English words are misspelled.

Until, a ten-year-old girl walked slowly to the corridor on this floor. After approaching, she raised her hand and politely knocked on the edge of the door: "He Feng, are you there?"

He Feng on the side straightened his back and squinted at his brother, his voice was a little weak, as if trying to hide something: "Brother, let me go out for a while, Shi Qi came to me, maybe borrowing vocabulary books, and , I want to borrow some other books from her and come back later."

He Jing had never been the patriarch of a feudal family, and he would not control people too much. As soon as he nodded, the boy opened the door to find his little friend as if he had been pardoned with a Chinese book.

As soon as the door opened and closed, a small figure in a goose-yellow sweater was isolated.

He Jing didn't look at him too much, he just thought in his heart: Well, he's a little over an inch taller than He Feng.

Through the crack of the window, the conversation between the two children came in faintly.

"He Feng, is there someone else in your family?"

"Well, Shi Qi, that's my brother, he just came back from outside yesterday."

"Oh, then you will be put under control soon." The girl smiled slightly.

"...It's okay, my brother is very busy, he is not free. We will keep quiet, no one will know..." The two children went downstairs while chatting, their voices gradually faded away.

He Jing put down the miscellaneous things in his hands, raised his chin, and hesitated whether he should take some time to take care of it.

After hesitating, another person appeared in his sight.

With a small bag in his pocket, Shen Yi walked around from far to near with a mysterious expression on his face.

"The last batch of pills, 100% repeat customers, and the reputation has spread throughout the monks." Shen Yi let out a sigh of relief after sitting down, "I'm afraid that you will leave the base on a whim and don't know the return date. Someone transferred the shift and asked you to settle the money for this period of time."

The work-point ticket is small, and He Jing smelled a bloody smell in the air, and glanced at his small bag: "Are you here to give this?"

Shen Yi has the wisdom of a businessman, but he also has the innocence of a teenager. The two characteristics are contradictory and harmoniously reflected in him.

He smiled so much that he showed a row of white teeth: "I can't hide it from God He. There is also a rare medicinal material in it."

While opening the cloth bags wrapped in layers, Shen said: "There were too many people yesterday, so I didn't mention business at all, for fear of violating your taboo." After all, he didn't know if those people were really familiar with He Jing, Even if they were acquainted, they didn't know whether He Jing wanted to disclose the matter of selling medicine, but fortunately, he didn't say a word.

After the package was opened, He Jingning looked over with eyebrows, and his expression gradually relaxed: "Please take a walk, I want this."

I saw two large green lotus leaves inside the package, and inside the lotus leaves lay a large green and black snake gall.

The aura overflowing from the gallbladder of the snake indicates that it comes from a strange beast.

He Jing had already hoarded a lot of elixir, but it was not easy to get fresh animal tissues.

"Hey, I thought He Dashen would need this kind of thing, and no one else could use it, so I came here with a shy face."

"Where did it come from?" In order to maintain his spirituality, He Jing took out the snake gall and quickly put it in a jade bottle filled with water.

Shen Yi didn't understand anything, so he could only watch the whole process, observing the processing process of the snake gall with some strangeness: "Today, a group of monks went to the wasteland outside the base to investigate. It was either bad luck or good luck. Someone was bitten by a big snake. One bite, rescued in time, survived the catastrophe, Dr. Wu pulled him back from the gate of hell."

"Is it a poisonous snake?"

"Slightly poisonous. The snake is quite big, old man."

He Jing nodded and looked at him: "Only one gall is left?"

Shen Yi scratched his head: "Ang, the meat has been sent to the cafeteria. Go early in the evening, and you can have braised snake slices to eat." Then he swallowed, "That dish must be expensive, I told Aunt Yu Say hello, let her keep a copy for me."

He Jing paused slightly, with a strange tone in his tone: "Steamed in soy sauce?"

"Yes." Shen Yi was taken aback for a moment, "The monks can get half of it, and the rest will be sold by the cafeteria. The base doesn't have much meat, and even less game. Everyone is looking forward to today's dinner."

He Jing's tone was a bit helpless: "Is it already done?"

Shen Yi understood from his expression: "Isn't it the only snake gall that can be used as medicinal material? You also want snake meat?"

He Jing admitted: "I really want it, and if it doesn't work, I don't force it."

Shen Yiyi patted his thigh: "Wait, I'll help you take a look."

He dropped the sentence "I will come again" and left in a hurry.

Leave He Jing and Feng Yao with a distant back.

Feng Yao carried a new stool and a few deceptive daily necessities, and casually asked Shen Yi what he was here for.

He Jing pointed to the work point ticket on the table: "The money for selling medicine."

"Hmm." He put all the things in his hands in the corresponding positions, and suddenly felt a sense of crisis——

Talk about the anxiety that the daughter-in-law can make money, but she can only spend it.