Red dust kills beauty

31. Resentment ②

Probably because of a premonition, the witch merchant, who would never step up to the second floor unless sleeping at night, appeared at my door the next moment.It's a pity that he arrived a little late, just in time to see the scene where I tore the five drawing papers out of the drawing book.

I look back at him.

"..." The witch merchant seemed to have seen a very funny scene. He pulled the corners of his lips, but he didn't laugh at all. "...What does this mean?"

He really wanted to ask me something, his hands were hanging stiffly by his sides and clenched tightly, even the veins were protruding, but in the end he held back.I waited for a long time, but he only said such a harmless sentence.

——Why is it that I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes, always meeting so many guys who have secrets and are so good at forbearance?

What a fuck.

I calmly crumpled the five drawings into a ball, threw them into the trash can, and asked, "I told you to be polite, didn't you? You are worried about going upstairs to check, aren't you worried?"

The witch merchant pursed his lips: "But there is a difference between having a premonition in my heart and actually seeing it."

This is just luck.

I didn't want to threaten him with the "teacher"'s relics, it seemed too petty, and there was a weird feeling that a girlfriend who relied on a stand-in for a position especially cared about her boyfriend's ex.

God knows I really don't mean that - I just think that the witch merchant is a hard-hearted bastard, and there is nothing he cares about in this world, except for things related to witch ginseng.

I have no choice. If I want to deal with this kind of brat, I can only use this method.

When I tore off the drawing paper, I thought that the witch merchant would turn against me, but I didn't expect him to endure it.

All his emotions were hidden in those bottomless eyes, and he didn't let them out. Even that little gaffe was just a moment. Now I can only see his calm face.

Those fists were clenched and then clenched again. When I thought he was going to hit me, he just let out a long breath.

"If that's what you want, then I get it."

He turned and left, leaving me half dead in my room with his half-baked words.

What, why do you act like I am making trouble for no reason! ?

I've said it before, the witch merchant is too arrogant, he can only hold so many people in his eyes.His dead state was protected by the Wu family in the past, and later by the Self-Defense Forces and me. What can happen next?What if, in case, I really die?

I'm sure that if that kind of thing really happened, the witch merchant would never have anything to do with the Self-Defense Forces again. He has mocked me and Fu Baixue for playing house more than once.

So while the southern forces are still chasing him, in order to protect himself, as I see in the future, he can only go to Yu Jingchun for refuge.

How can I not worry about going to Yu Jingchun with his broken personality?

So I thought, even if it's just to put on a show, let others live in face, right?I don't ask for anything else, as long as he looks like a cat hates dogs in the future, even if he is a little bit weird, at least he won't fall into the shoes of others!

In the end, after listening to what the witch merchant said, did I ask him to use this set of yin and yang to block me?

What is "if that's what you want"! ?Like I tortured him with this on purpose?If I said that I asked him to get rid of this stinky habit, he would believe it completely because of his consideration! ?Hold!

I was so angry by the witch businessman that my liver ached, and I walked around the room twice, wanting to tear up the few pieces of waste paper in the trash can, I held back, and went through the window again and left.

I didn't come back until nightfall.

As soon as I stepped through the door, I met Zhaoyao's worried eyes. He didn't know what happened to me and the witch merchant, he was like a dog who was at a loss and could only turn around in a hurry.

Just now I went out to confirm some things, and my mood became not so good.Now seeing Zhaoyao who is still waiting for me eagerly, my cold heart finally feels a little bit of comfort.

I rubbed his dog's head: "Have you had dinner yet?"

Zhaoyao nodded: "Second brother did it."

Sometimes Zhaoyao's character is actually quite awkward, for example, if the phrase "Second Brother" is in front of the witch merchant, he will not be able to say it even if he is killed.

At this time, he called the other party that way, which was Zhaoyao's cryptic intercession.

I nodded, and sent him back to my room with a few words, but Zhaoyao hesitated to speak but couldn't hold back me, and finally, under my smile, went upstairs step by step.

I tossed and tossed all afternoon, and I was still hungry, so I got into the kitchen, wanting to see if the witch merchant had left me something to eat.

Open the covered large iron pot, inside is a bowl of rice and a plate of fried meat.

I have lived in this house for so long, but because of the many restrictions in the broken area of ​​Shuilongpo, the first floor has not been connected to electricity until now.

I took out the rice bowl and stood casually in front of the stove, ready to eat in the dark.In the dark and narrow space, I lowered my head to eat my rice, and suddenly remembered a small thing.

I remember that when the witch merchants first came here, they were still a little unaccustomed, but they didn’t show it at all. The whole body had an indifferent attitude of "the rich and the poor are like floating clouds to me", and calmly accepted the narrow, dirty, messy and dark new residence.He acted so well that we all almost got scammed.

I found that he was actually a little bit hard on this kind of environment. Before a certain meal, he habitually went to find a napkin.

Although he quickly covered up his past, I quickly realized that he was a young master, different from me who rolled around in the battlefield, and Zhaoyao who grew up in the slums.

At that time, I didn't have too deep feelings for this kid, but I still had a weird conscience that lured the runaway lady.So I said to Zhaoyao: "We will move the table out for dinner in the future and eat in the yard."

I don't know what's going on, but I remember the witch merchant's expression very clearly.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly understood, as if he was a little happy, but pretended not to care, the corners of his lips were drawn up, but his eyes were shining brightly.

Have I ever said that I really like to look at his childish and awkward little eyes.

Also, at that time, the witch merchant didn't know how to cook - he didn't care whether he was dead or alive, how could he learn how to cook.

But now, whether it's steaming rice or stir-frying, he can do it very well.

I put a chopstick of fried meat into my mouth and chewed it. He is from the south. The fried meat is fried with kimchi, which has a slightly sour taste. What should I say, the rice he cooks is from a high-end restaurant. The texture is very strong. Every time I eat it, I wonder if his chef just does it this way.

... What a young lady who ran away from home.

I chewed and tasted the fried meat carefully, and felt that I, like this piece of meat, had become sour and crumbled.

After eating, I took a shower on the first floor and prepared to go back to my room.In the deep, silent darkness, I walked upstairs slowly, and then saw the only light.

It was a lamp that the witch merchant left for me.

I pushed open the door, and saw the upper half of the witch merchant lying on the desk, earnestly flattening a few crumpled paper balls, as if he was in distress, how to glue them back together.

The lamps in the room are also the cheapest small light bulbs, hanging precariously from the ceiling, spreading out the dim yellow light in the room, and covering Wu Shang's handsome eyebrows with a layer of gentle glaze.

I walked over, he turned his head, I swept away the things on the table, sat on it, hugged his neck and kissed him.

"..."

The witch merchant quickly reacted, hugged me and quickly turned into a customer, and we rolled into bed together in a mess.

The rest happened in a logical way, all the physical entanglements were silent, and the witch merchant only asked me a word in the middle.

"Why do you suddenly want to do it?"

The words of the witch merchants should never just listen to the superficial meaning and only answer superficial questions.He was actually asking me, if I take the initiative to ask for love tonight, is it a sign of reconciliation.

I took the initiative to grab his wrist and lead it to the joint: "Because I want to escape for the time being."

In the past two days, I actually thought about a lot of things, recalled more details about the future, and then noticed a very meaningful place.

At that time, Zhaoyao and I were caught in the Self-Defense Force, and we met Sun Jiaqing, a fan of Lao Bai, who was the captain of the Second Self-Defense Force, claiming to follow in Fu Baixue's footsteps.Later, Fu Baixue came to redeem him, but he didn't refute this statement.

But obviously, Fu Baixue and I are the founders of the Self-Defense Forces!Even if my name was erased from the roster for some reason, why did Fu Baixue change from the general team to a mere team leader, and why did he switch to Yu Jingchun in the end?

I couldn't figure it out, so this afternoon, I went to the general base secretly, and found something.

Fu Baixue was not in the base, so I sneaked into our office and looked through it, only to find that he was on a business trip.

Before I had time to feel subtle, I found that the headquarters was in a very impetuous atmosphere.To put it more clearly, it's like eating the brainwashing package of some pyramid scheme and falling into a fanatical and inexplicable common hatred.

After randomly squatting in the corner of a few places, I was surprised to find that this matter was still aimed at me.

The Omega member who sent the message last time didn't know what he said in the self-defense force. I was surprised to find that my reputation had plummeted, almost to the point where anyone who spoke for me would be ridiculed by the crowd.

In fact, Lao Bai and I are not people who are good at handling internal affairs, and we have no interest in the way of the emperor.

Because at the level of me and Fu Baixue, strong people don't care much about the gossip that the young people are spreading. Even if they are asked, they just laugh it off. Their mouths are on their bodies, so they can say whatever they want. .

But this doesn't seem to be something that can be dealt with casually. As the Self-Defense Forces become more and more powerful, the lack of strict and effective internal management methods has become a very serious problem, but it has not yet erupted.

Now, I seem to be the first one to be sacrificed to heaven.

Considering that Fu Baixue was suddenly transferred at this juncture, even when I called, I was reminded that the other party was not in the service area... Is this scene very similar to the future, when the fake witch ginseng wanted to cause trouble, and Zhaoyao was deliberately dismissed? look?

The enemy in the dark has been patiently weaving nets and spreading rumors for several months, so it should be here.I smelled the wind and rain, and even felt the great inertia of fate, but I didn't know what to do. I was being pushed forward by it.

I want to solve it, but this is not a situation that can be easily broken by force. If I ask for help, who should I ask for help?

Fu Baixue is not as good at this kind of thing as I am. Leaving aside that he is comparable to me in strength, he is just a clumsy and gentle social fear;

Zhaoyao is still young, just over 12 years old, not to mention that he is a silly white sweet who is worse than social terror;

The witch merchant has brains and means, and he is barely old enough to work, but...

...but I don't want him to do something so dirty.

There has always been an exchange of benefits between me and the witch merchant, and I have always been impatient, not gentle, and with a bad attitude towards him. Even when I go out to bring back spoils, I often only remember Zhaoyao's share.

Until now, I don’t feel that I have any feelings for him that are similar to “cherishing” and “loving pets”. His delusion to find the shadow of witch ginseng in me is completely dreaming.

But I always remember the promise I made to him.I said that I will protect him, as long as he does what he should do, I will not let him experience the shower.

The witch merchant has fulfilled his responsibilities perfectly, so I should protect him, and when my arms are still able to support him, create a small space that is stable enough for him to hold his precious little box with peace of mind He stays inside and misses his teacher heartily.

As Ning Hongchen's tragic ending has already explained, I am really not suitable for playing tricks, I am a warrior who is only suitable for fighting and killing, and this kid is really a ghost, there are many things I don't want him to know, and I don't know what to do. How to say.

Anyway, all he longs for is ginseng, so even if something happens to me, it shouldn't matter.

So when he asked, I changed the subject.

I really want to escape, how should I put it, although Yanbei is not my hometown, but I do manage Fu Baixue's ideals and career as seriously as my own.I suddenly found out that my hard work had gone wrong, and I was stabbed in the back by someone who was regarded as my companion. Even if I thought I was invincible, I would still feel sad.

"..." The witch merchant was silent for a while, the light in his eyes suddenly went out, and his voice became tense, "I see."

Then, as if venting his anger, his movements and strength were much stronger than before.

It seems that he was stimulated by my "trash" last time, this time he is more ruthless than last time.In this respect, Omega is naturally weaker than Alpha, and in the end I could only let tears flow from my eyes.

Seeing my tears, he seemed surprised, put out his finger and put a little into his mouth: "Are you crying too?"

Putting the honorific title on this occasion is like a silent mockery of me, so I chose to go back directly: "It makes me look like a monster."

The witch merchant held me in his arms, with a low laughing voice that seemed to be laughing at me, but also seemed to be laughing at himself: "You are not a monster, but you just have no heart."

... Am I heartless?

It seems that in the future, he also said that I am a doll who doesn't understand.

At that time, I was furious because of this, thinking that what he knew, I was obviously a living person of flesh and blood.

But now, I actually kind of recognize it.

I was probably really a clay figurine fabricated by some higher existence, with no heart and no tears. Otherwise, how could I be bound by fate and usher in amnesia and rebirth again and again?

So I buried my head in the socket of his neck and closed my eyes.

"……probably."

Next chapter: Resentful spouse ③

The witch merchant and I are like two intertwined thorns, we must hurt each other to get close to each other.

When hugging each other, the pain is painful, but the warmth is also warm.

The author says:

Into my favorite stomachache love affair!

It's (unspecified) AngrySex!

This chapter was coded after listening to "Living the Shower". If you are a Naruto fan, you should have heard it and understand it.