"What kind of pear?" I have heard of pineapple, fragrant pear, Dangshan pear and huanghuali, but this is the first time I heard about that kind of pear.
The dragon is different from the dragon. Although both are powerful, they are one good and one evil. The dragon always symbolizes the golden light, but the dragon... lurks under the water from beginning to end and cannot reach the sky.
Jiao Li suddenly felt that the person who gave him this name was very far-sighted.
"Um...Jiao Li, my name is Yan Xin'er."
"Um."
"Luckily you saved me just now, otherwise I would have been crushed to death."
This guy doesn't look too bad. Although he always seems to be playing with the world, at the critical moment, he can still save her.
"After you finish eating, remember to help me find medicinal materials." Jiao Li changed the subject. He seemed not used to others thanking him.
If he had a daughter, he would never teach her to be like this woman, saying thank you to everyone she meets, regardless of whether the other person is a good person or a bad person.
Yan Xin'er seemed to be thinking of something: "Jiao Li, does your hand hurt?"
Jiao Li was stunned: "What?"
"I mean, does your hand hurt?"
Jiao Li subconsciously looked at his palm. There was a place there, buried with a scar that he never wanted to uncover.
He suddenly tightened his grip and laughed unscrupulously: "It doesn't hurt."
"When you were in your dream, you kept crying out in pain."
Jiao Li's smile remained unchanged, and he slowly lowered his head, looking at the spot that was so shallow that no trace could be seen.
In a dream?
He actually cried out in pain in his dream? Hahaha, Jiaoli laughed at himself.
Many years ago, Momo used scissors to cut off the extra fingers. It turned out that he had never forgotten this incident.
"There was originally a finger in this place, but it was cut off by one person." Jiao Li unscrupulously revealed the worst pain in his heart.
He is not like Xuanyuan Mu, who carries it all by himself no matter how hard or tired he is, and never reveals it to outsiders.
In addition, he has a lonely personality and no one dares to approach him.
But he is different. If someone is willing to listen to what he has to say, he can even recite things from a hundred and eighty years ago.
The only requirement is that everyone who listens to his story must keep it secret.
"Cut off?" Yan Xin'er gasped.
"He was only nine years old at that time." Jiao Li's smile remained unchanged, without any sadness, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him.
But in fact, this story is really only someone else's, and he is just a victim who suffers the pain of having his fingers cut off for others every night.
Yan Xin'er took a deep breath, held it for a long time, and then came out with a word of comfort that would not be unjust even if she was stabbed to death: "Oh, it's not a big deal, isn't it just a finger? It's an extra finger anyway."
…
After resting, Jiao Li temporarily regained his strength, but he absolutely couldn't let Xuanyuan Mu come out, so he repeated his old trick and asked Yan Xin'er to stun him.
When daytime came, Xuanyuan Mu fell into extreme distress again. Although he was awake, his body could not move.
He couldn't help but speculate wildly as to what was going on.
Did Jiao Li cripple his body?
It was another long day of waiting. When night came, Yan Xin'er hurriedly woke Jiao Li up. After many practical exercises, she could easily help Jiao Li open his acupuncture points.
"Eat, eat quickly." Yan Xin'er looked eager.
Jiao Li looked at the wild fruits piled in front of him, and then at her dirty face.
Jiao Li's smile deepened.
"Jiao Li."
"What kind of pear?" I have heard of pineapple, fragrant pear, Dangshan pear and huanghuali, but this is the first time I heard about that kind of pear.
The dragon is different from the dragon. Although both are powerful, they are one good and one evil. The dragon always symbolizes the golden light, but the dragon... lurks under the water from beginning to end and cannot reach the sky.
Jiao Li suddenly felt that the person who gave him this name was very far-sighted.
"Um...Jiao Li, my name is Yan Xin'er."
"Um."
"Luckily you saved me just now, otherwise I would have been crushed to death."
This guy doesn't look too bad. Although he always seems to be playing with the world, at the critical moment, he can still save her.
"After you finish eating, remember to help me find medicinal materials." Jiao Li changed the subject. He seemed not used to others thanking him.
If he had a daughter, he would never teach her to be like this woman, saying thank you to everyone she meets, regardless of whether the other person is a good person or a bad person.
Yan Xin'er seemed to be thinking of something: "Jiao Li, does your hand hurt?"
Jiao Li was stunned: "What?"
"I mean, does your hand hurt?"
Jiao Li subconsciously looked at his palm. There was a place there, buried with a scar that he never wanted to uncover.
He suddenly tightened his grip and laughed unscrupulously: "It doesn't hurt."
"When you were in your dream, you kept crying out in pain."
Jiao Li's smile remained unchanged, and he slowly lowered his head, looking at the spot that was so shallow that no trace could be seen.
In a dream?
He actually cried out in pain in his dream? Hahaha, Jiaoli laughed at himself.
Many years ago, Momo used scissors to cut off the extra fingers. It turned out that he had never forgotten this incident.
"There was originally a finger in this place, but it was cut off by one person." Jiao Li unscrupulously revealed the worst pain in his heart.
He is not like Xuanyuan Mu, who carries it all by himself no matter how hard or tired he is, and never reveals it to outsiders.
In addition, he has a lonely personality and no one dares to approach him.
But he is different. If someone is willing to listen to what he has to say, he can even recite things from a hundred and eighty years ago.
The only requirement is that everyone who listens to his story must keep it secret.
"Cut off?" Yan Xin'er gasped.
"He was only nine years old at that time." Jiao Li's smile remained unchanged, without any sadness, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him.
But in fact, this story is really only someone else's, and he is just a victim who suffers the pain of having his fingers cut off for others every night.
Yan Xin'er took a deep breath, held it for a long time, and then came out with a word of comfort that would not be unjust even if she was stabbed to death: "Oh, it's not a big deal, isn't it just a finger? It's an extra finger anyway."
…
After resting, Jiao Li temporarily regained his strength, but he absolutely couldn't let Xuanyuan Mu come out, so he repeated his old trick and asked Yan Xin'er to stun him.
When daytime came, Xuanyuan Mu fell into extreme distress again. Although he was awake, his body could not move.
He couldn't help but speculate wildly as to what was going on.
Did Jiao Li cripple his body?
It was another long day of waiting. When night came, Yan Xin'er hurriedly woke Jiao Li up. After many practical exercises, she could easily help Jiao Li open his acupuncture points.
"Eat, eat quickly." Yan Xin'er looked eager.
Jiao Li looked at the wild fruits piled in front of him, and then at her dirty face.
