After wearing the book, the sickly junior brother always plots against me

Hua Ming: Little paper man, when I get out, I will burn you!burn it!

Evil paper man, where do you think your pride comes from, hmph, isn't it the damn text, I want to black out everything for you!

Make you disappear without knowing it!

Bah, what can you do if you are sentient!

Hua Ming: I'm very angry, but I won't say it, I'll write it down in a notebook!

The waves in my heart are turbulent and want to swallow everything, but I am still smiling on the surface, anyway, the law of survival: talk to people when you see people, talk to hell!

But the atmosphere right now is really awkward...

The head of Changxue Mountain is a man of current affairs, he is very good at pretending to be deaf and dumb, he just lowers his head and grabs the dishes in the bowl, even if the bowl is empty, he still dare not raise his head, his hands are trembling non stop...

Liu An was feeding him all kinds of vegetables with a smile on his face, and from time to time he stretched out his hand to wipe the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, and rubbed the corners of his lips with his rough fingertips again and again.

The slender fingers went all the way down, and the fingertips penetrated into his body like an electric current, and then the two fingers squeezed his chin with a little force.

no no no...

If I fail, I will die, this look...

Can't go on like this...

Hua Ming became more and more guilty, his eyelids were trembling, and he was scratching his head thinking about what to say to divert his attention...

After thinking about it, this opening turned out to be: "Do you have to trample on things you don't like? What is the purpose?"

He didn't understand why he asked such a question, but it kept lingering in his mind. Why do people have to be full of malice towards others? They also live in this world, so why can't they be more tolerant?

The chopsticks in Liu An's hand stopped in mid-air, his eyes were cold again, and he said coldly, "Why don't you trample on it?"

"Trampling makes a person noble, how comfortable it is to trample on other people's bones."

Hua Ming frowned and sighed, "I don't like such people."

"You don't like it and it can't hinder the growth of this kind of people. They are stubborn and vicious, and they always look superior."

"There are thousands of people in the world, as long as they don't like it, they will try their best to slander it, and they can't wait to kill it immediately."

Liu An played with the white jade chopsticks in his hand, his eyes became colder: "Just like in this world, thousands of people have thousands of faces. If some people are unsatisfactory, they will try their best to slander and insult them, and find all the shortcomings to attack. At that time ..."

"At that time, they were as proud as big roosters, almost crowing, and wished everyone knew their achievements."

"Actually, what do they know? All they know is to find fault and press every step of the way..."

Some people only know a few words, and they are sloppy, in order to gain a sense of superiority by hurting others...

Hua Ming sighed weakly again: "I don't understand."

"You don't have to understand."

As long as I'm here, if those stinky mouths dare to bully you, I'll tear it apart!

Pull out their tongues and feed them to the dogs, and poke their mouths with the sharpest needles!Blind their eyes with that blood!

Since I dare to bully you, I naturally have to think about how to use cruel punishment, after all...

I, Liu An, can't rub the sand in my eyes!

Intolerance, just compare means!

Hua Ming smiled weakly: "If you don't like it, you have to hurt it. Can you become a master only by hurting others?"

"Why, is it like this everywhere?"

Is it humorous to hurt others?

The coldness in Liu An's eyes gradually dissipated, he put down the chopsticks in his hand, put his hand on his head and stroked it gently, and his voice became much gentler: "Did someone make you unhappy?"

"Tell me, who is it?"

"Xiao Huaming, who hurt you?"

The sound was seductive, like a devil blowing the flute at hand. It was so captivating that Hua Ming lost all thoughts for a while, and just stared blankly at his fiery eyes.

"Xiao Huaming, why don't you speak?"

"Ok?"

Only then did Hua Ming come back to his senses, he quickly opened his hand, and tilted his neck back unnaturally: "Don't touch my head!"

"Brother..."

Hua Ming coughed twice: "I won't touch your head either, will I?"

Unexpectedly, Liu An sneered, and said slowly: "You can try it!"

Hua Ming: "..."

"If you find it strenuous, you can step on my shoes. I have always been tolerant towards senior brothers."

Hua Ming: "??"

What kind of shit has a degree?

I see you are poisonous!

Who wants to step on your shoes, you thought it was a Mary Sue romance script, three black crows flew over Hua Ming's head...

He was very speechless, now he wondered what kind of script he was taking, was it really a fairy tale script?

Isn't this really Mary Su Ba's script?

Gan!

What kind of role is this, who can save him!

Hua Ming didn't want to talk, so he picked up his chopsticks and prepared to eat, but there was a crisp sound...

It was the sound of chopsticks falling from the head of Changxue Mountain...

Hua Ming: At the scene of the death of a large society, let me change the book and suffer!

I really want to escape, I really want to escape...

No matter how delicious this dish was, he didn't have much appetite anymore. What was hard to swallow was embarrassment. Hua Ming's hand holding the chopsticks stopped in mid-air, then retracted weakly, and could only swallow helplessly.

"Don't worry about me, don't worry about me, eat well."

The head of Changxue Mountain wiped the sweat from his head, then bent down and squatted on the ground, tremblingly practicing the chopsticks, but...

I dare not get up at all!

Just let him squat by the table!

He shouldn't have come to eat with him, now...

I just beg this head Liu not to take him seriously, just treat him as a fart, and just ignore him, okay?

The law of what to fear is popular everywhere, so...

"Song Siba, are you still okay?"

"If you don't know how to pick up a chopstick, your hand will be broken!"

Yes, he is Song Siba, the head of Changxue Mountain, but his name is not very popular, and others only call him head, and few people come to call him by name...

Song Siba's hands trembled violently again, and when he stood up while supporting the edge of the table, his legs trembled and almost fell to the ground, and he smiled dryly, "I...I ate too much, let's go for a walk. "

Liu An: If you want to leave, get out!

Hua Ming: Don't, I'm panicking by myself...

Song Siba turned and left in a hurry, still holding on to the pair of chopsticks...

Before leaving, he muttered in a very low voice: "What is this all about, it's very strange."

Hua Ming stared at Song Siba's leaving back with great envy in his eyes, and gently moved the hand hidden in his sleeve, and sighed weakly: "Actually... I also ate too much..."

"Really?" It was that smiling tone again.

Liu An smiled, Hua Ming trembled, the sky fell down again, and the earth also fell, I'm afraid this cloud and rain will never stop.

"Brother, did you really eat too much?"

"You're full so soon?"

Liu An's slender fingers stretched out towards him again...