Chapter 68: The Girl Who Carefully Pretends to Be Charming
Song Da stood for a moment, glanced around, and saw a book resting on the tree stump, being blown by the wind.
He walked over and picked up the book. On the title page were three graceful small characters in regular script: Mao Jiujiu.
I was leaning forward to catch the rabbit, but I was scared away by a stone thrown by Song Da. I was also scared. I looked at the shadow in front of me visually. He was standing not far behind me, so I gambled - just let myself
The sole of his foot slipped and his whole body fell forward.
As expected, Song Da had good eyesight and quick hands, and with a strong hand, he grabbed my waist and hugged me over.
"Let go -" I broke away from Song Da's big hand and lowered my eyes. A touch of shyness appeared on my jade-white face. After a while, these two words escaped from my lips like a mosquito humming.
Later, he let me go, picked off the dewy leaves, wiped his knife, and said in a matter-of-fact tone: "Is it fun?"
"Coach Song, he is indeed a famous figure in Thirteen Taibao." When I said this, there was a gentle and shy smile on my lips. Wu Nong's soft tone and deliberate smile made it even sweeter. His thick black eyelashes were like butterfly wings.
It seems to go on and on.
I felt his eyes tighten.
The second step was successful.
Song Da looked leisurely at this time, leaning lazily under the tree pole, squinting his eyes and looking at the sunlight shining from under the tree. His two pairs of long legs were wrapped in knee-high boots, with toned legs and strong muscles, looking cool and unrestrained.
Stand.
"I once knew a boy who was ruthless, deceitful and cunning, and I had a fight with him; now I have met a girl who carefully pretends to be coquettish. She is now like a duplicitous little girl.
Fairy, tell me, which one is her true nature?"
I shrugged long and casually and said, giving him a charming smile from my eyes, "This gentleman is not this gentleman, and that gentleman is not that gentleman."
Song Da stared straight at me, his eyes darkening. I couldn't help but lower my head, feeling confused. Things were progressing even more smoothly than I expected.
"You look like a gambler. Have people ever told you that your eyes are like a cat - a cat in the dark, cunning and vivid. Who are you, Brother Gui? You are allowed to spend so much money." There was a hint of confusion in his tone.
There is about a trace of anger.
"Brother Ghost, I call him elder brother in my heart. My elder brother is going to die. I am a girl, but I want to be transformed into a male body in this world. It is me. For my brother, I am transformed into a female body. It is for a man.
The world is fair, and it's me." I performed extremely well at this time, and tears welled up in my eyes at the right time. I choked with sobs and begged, "Jiaoguan Song, please save Brother Gui."
"Brother?" Song Da breathed a sigh of relief, his voice was low, and his black eyes were as deep as the sea, so dark that it was frightening.
"If you dare to hurt my brother, I-I-I want to live today." I tried my best to play the sympathy card. I bit my lip tightly with my teeth until it was bleeding.
As soon as I finished speaking, his face suddenly darkened, and his voice became stern: "Mao Jiujiu, how dare you!" "Don't cry." His tone softened, and he raised his hand, just as he was about to wipe it off for me.
Tears, unexpectedly, I turned my head and hid away.
There was a hint of self-mockery in his eyes, "Rather than letting you run around in my mind every day, I'd better make it clear to you today."
I held up Xuebai's face, pretending to be so scared, with slight tears in the corners of my eyes. A pair of small hands rested uneasily on Song Da's chest. The distance between the two of them was so close that they could even feel each other's breathing.
"Mao Jiujiu, I, Song Da, am not a gentleman, and I won't talk nonsense with you. I -, do you understand?" The man's voice was low, and each word struck my heart, but I cut it off: "
Wait, we have a sworn friendship in Taoyuan, how about this situation, this situation, and this person, it is the day of sworn friendship."
The third step was successful, I braked in time, the timing was perfect, I was almost bleeding internally from the pressure.
I took out a slingshot from my shoulder bag and gave it to him with a smile: "Here, I give it to you. This is our sworn meeting gift."
"General," Song Da said with a rugged military look, his eyes filled with humor, mystery, bitterness and vigilance. He smiled bitterly. "I ignored the fickleness of the Queen's chess moves. You win, Mao Jiujiu." He stretched out his hand.
He raised his arms in a gesture of temporary surrender.
"When will he be released? Brother Song?" I understand that people don't tell secrets and don't care whether they are in love or not. I have to flatter him.
"You must have experienced a lot in your youth." Song Da, who was experienced in reading people, added another topic.
I had no intention of telling him my experience, because he was from a rich family, so he could not understand poverty. I conveyed to him what Mian Tang had told me: "In the autumn of war, when I was displaced, I was born in eighteen years.
In order to live, it is not a pleasure to sacrifice one's life for justice. Some people like to pick up the knife, some people want to be different from others, some people just work for a living, some people are afraid that they are weak, and some people are afraid of being criticized by others.
, everyone is afraid, so they have to learn to like killing. The same is true for Brother Gui and us."
We were quiet, somewhat embarrassed.
"So, I learned how to fight hard and be charming in all kinds of ways?" Song Da's eyes were bright and he stared at me closely.
I nodded.
He was silent for a while and said, "Shanghai is not as good a place as you think."
"so?"
"leave here."
"If we go there, the country will be ruined and the people will not be able to survive. Where can we call home?"
". Do you know that it is known to the outside world as the 'Sanxin Company Senior Club', but in fact it is a large-scale gambling den with luxurious facilities. It is a treasury where Huo Zhuoshan, Du Shaoqing, Zhang Chenglin and their disciples gather their swords and money, and it is also a treasury for them.
It is regarded as the way to climb up and the secret to expanding one's power. It is a mixed bag of good and bad people. As long as you have money and know anyone who has some relationship with the club or Sanxin Company, you can come and go freely, participate in gambling and entertainment, it is not your place."
"The world is big and everyone has to live. It's not something that a rich kid like you can understand." I returned to my true nature and joked with him.
"Do you want to come to the military camp with me?" He asked cryptically, and I answered frankly: "No, Brother Song has the world in his heart and has thousands of strategies in his heart. I am just a little girl. I want to be free."
Song Da looked a little sad, and he was as willful as a child: "I'm going to cut off your wings. We live in this troubled world, and our generation is destined to be unable to slowly wait for flowers to bloom and fall for love, and can only earn it at all costs.
To fight, to love, in order to protect your lover, you will not hesitate to plot and plot together, even if you are misunderstood and spurned, you will still be at a loss..."
I was stunned for a moment, and everything became out of control, "Don't, don't, please let me go. This is no different from robbing a common girl; you are so powerful that many ladies from famous families admire you."
We both threw our heads back and laughed.
The fourth step is out of control.
Song Da agreed to help me coordinate and let Brother Gui come out, and I was in a good mood.
We started to go down the mountain, and I had other big things to do. Because my life has been tight recently, I have been eating cabbage for three months in Shanghai. I need to find some game to replenish Ergouzi's body.
I stared closely at a small farmhouse in the mountains, where a group of chickens were looking for food. I shouted "stop", but Song Da didn't understand and asked nervously: "What's wrong?"
Seeing that my eyes were a little straight, he asked strangely: "What are you looking at?"
I pointed at the chickens and said, "What is this?"
"Chicken, what's wrong with you if you haven't seen it before?"
"You are wrong, this is roast chicken!"
"you mean......"
I moved like lightning and grabbed a chicken by the neck. I broke the chicken's neck before it even had time to crow. I immediately handed it to Song Da and used my other hand to break another chicken. Song Da didn't.
It was a bit jaw-dropping to think that I would be able to do this and break a chicken's neck so skillfully.
Each of us had a chicken in hand, and we quickly escaped and got into the car. I pulled him and said, "Quick, quick, go home and get some seasonings, and I'll make you dinner!"
The villagers carried sticks and chased him out. Perhaps for the first time in his life, Song Da fled in embarrassment. The car drove faster than Hot Wheels. I put my arms around his shoulders as if he were a brother, covered his ears with my hands and yelled at him.
I tried my best to compress my body so that the farmer could not see his face, and I said to him: "You are really like a weasel holding a chicken in its mouth!"
Song Da was surprised, and asked while driving fast: "The gentle, charming and delicate woman you were an hour ago is completely different now. Innocence, shyness, and frailty are not your appearance. Now you are completely masculine -
- Straightforward, resolute, decisive, vigorous and resolute, without any stumbling attitude of a girl. You know what you need and find it in the simplest way like a man, unlike ordinary women who are evasive and beat around the bush. Which one is the best?
Is this the real you?"
My cheeks must be red from running so fast now, and I smile like a flower: "It must be barbecued to make it delicious. You are in for a treat."
Song Da drove me home, and then he went to do some errands.
At night, we lit a bonfire at home and set up a pot. Ah Wu Lu put the cheapest vegetables, cereals and rice that we could buy from the market into the pot.
On the fire, Zhutou San used mud to paste the chicken, and kept flipping it on the fire. It was very simple to make this kind of beggar's chicken, and after a while, the alluring fragrance wafted out. The other people spread their arms around.
He was waiting to eat, and his face was full of color.
Unexpectedly, Song Da was so unwelcome and came as promised. He brought me several packages of good seasonings, rare American cans from the market, and a bottle of red wine. For him who grew up abroad, it seemed like a fantasy, "
It’s so delicious. This is my first time eating it this way. It’s an eye-opener.”
After opening the pig head three, he poured it into the pot in an awkward manner, while pouring a whole bottle of soy sauce into the pot, stirring it up, and declaring passionately, "Let me make a meal."
meal."
We thought there must be something else inside, but after he opened it, he screamed strangely, and what came out was real meat.