Sima Yang woke up. He sat on the ground, stretching and yawning. Jing Jingjing's eyes were full of innocence: "Huiyue? What's wrong with you?"
It wasn't you who caused it!
My face turned green and red, and I stood up and punched him hard. The tears that I had finally stopped burst out again: "Asshole, I was almost crushed to death by you!"
This brat has grown so tall without any problem, he is like a giant earth compactor! Just now I really thought I would be crushed to death, but suddenly, I even saw the sparkling Naihe Bridge!!
Sima Yang opened his mouth wide, made a mistake, and slapped his forehead heavily as if thinking of something, and murmured: "Crushed to death? No wonder I feel that today's bed is particularly soft! It turns out..." [
Bastard rotten egg! I put it on the bottom as a bed sheet for him, of course it is soft! Wuwu... My shoulders, my ribs, my limbs... they all feel like they have been run over by something, it hurts... Wuwu …
I looked at Sima Yang with sobs, wishing I could take a rolling pin and roll him into dumpling wrappers!
Sima Yang coughed awkwardly, patted his clothes and stood up, put his hand on his forehead, squinted and looked into the distance for a few seconds, then turned around and said, "It's very lively in front. There seems to be some kind of festival. Do you want to go and see it?"
Festival?
I was stunned, staring at Sima Yang with moist eyes without blinking, and blurted out: "What festival?"