When Wang Quan woke up, Xiao Baimao was no longer in the bed.
I took out my phone and looked at the time. It was now half past six in the morning.
Wang Quan only slept for less than three hours.
But the unexpected spirit is not sleepy.
After standing up and arranging his wrinkled shirt, tie and vest, Wang Quan looked back and saw that his suit jacket was well placed on the back of the chair.
His expression changed, and he heard footsteps coming from outside the door.
The door was pushed open, and Feng Ajiu staggered in carrying two buckets of water.
Wang Quan asked doubtfully: "What are you doing?"
"I have to fetch water and wash up in the morning." Little Bai Mao has become accustomed to it.
While taking firewood to add fire to the stove, she said: "You city people need to eat one more meal every day, and I will cook for you. Brother, you go and wash your face first."
Of course, she uses cold water to wash herself. She has been doing this since she was a child.
The little white-haired village girl didn't think it was a big deal. She had been living like this for the past ten years.
But Wang Quan found it difficult to resist.
Such a nice girl! Beautiful person! And she turned out to be so considerate!
It’s so distressing!
Where can I find such a girl these days?
Hmm... Ye Shengge can probably do it, but her kind is different from this one.
She is "big" and "long", so she no longer has this distressing feeling.
Seeing the little girl struggling to lift the bucket to pour water into the big black pot on the stove, Wang Quan hurried over to grab the bucket and help pour the water, "Is this what you should do? Sit down and look at me, uncle."
Let me show you my hand."
The little girl blinked and stood aside obediently, "Thank you, brother."
Ouch!
Wang Quan even became more motivated to light a fire and cook.
Twenty minutes later, looking at the dish on the small table that lacked color, flavor, and taste, even Wang Quan himself could tell what ingredients were used in this dish.
I really don't blame him for this.
When cooking on the stove, it's really hard to control the heat, and it's not like you can control the heat by yourself like natural gas.
But Feng Ajiu ate very quickly.
Wang Quan completely lost her appetite, but she finished it in a few seconds, and then took the initiative to scoop water from the bucket to wash the dishes.
Wang Quan did not stop her this time.
Standing behind and watching her squatting in front of the house to wash the dishes, Wang Quan scratched his cheek and said, "The stuff I made is really edible...Ajiu, uncle...brother made it
Is the food really delicious?"
"It's not delicious." Ajiu said honestly, "But it's fine if you can eat enough."
Wang Quan smiled and said: "Very good, uncle, I like honest and obedient little girls best."
Ajiu shrank her neck and continued to wash the dishes silently.
She is actually not Sanwu.
She has few expressions because her past life has made her accustomed to talking less and showing less real expressions.
But she's not stupid.
She could hear the displeasure in Wang Quan's words.
But she could also tell that Wang Quan's displeasure was actually a joke, and he wasn't really angry.
"Brother, I just went home and my aunt wasn't at home. Did she go out?" Feng Ajiu's tone remained emotionless.
But Wang Quan narrowed his eyes.
He could hear that the little girl's voice was slightly trembling.
Just a little bit, but he was still discovered.
However, Wang Quan had no murderous intention towards Xiao Baimao.
I don’t know whether it was because he was healed by her that he felt much better, or whether it was because his three senses followed his five senses, or because he was a native of Chong and yearned for white hair. In short, he told the truth:
"She probably has something to do. She may not be back in the past few days."
"Um......"
Feng Ajiu continued to wash the dishes and did not continue to ask.
But she washed the dishes much faster.
Seeing this little white-haired boy working hard, Wang Quan felt much better.
Sure enough, if you want not to become abnormal, you need this kind of healing energy to heal your own soul.
"Brother Wang, you got up so early."
Wang Quan turned his head and saw Cheng Weihua walking out of another guest room not far away.
Behind him were Xin Zihao and the other three who were still awake.
Wang Quan's eyes were strange, "You guys... are really open-minded."
Three men and one woman... Tsk, these "hellwalkers" really know how to play.
Hmm? Hellwalker?
How do I know this?
Wang Quan pursed his lips, glanced at the knowledge that suddenly popped up in his mind, and then threw it aside.
Cheng Weihua smiled bitterly and said: "Brother, I misunderstood. It's just our first time traveling in this kind of mountains. Everyone was quite excited, so we played cards all night. Didn't we disturb you at night?"
As he spoke, his eyes subconsciously glanced at Feng Ajiu.
The three people behind him also laughed.
But the three of them laughed really hard and didn't even dare to look at Wang Quan.
"Then this house is well soundproofed and it really didn't disturb me."
Wang Quan took a step to block his view, "But I was playing V♂A♀N with my Ajiu last night and didn't pay attention to anything else. Didn't you get disturbed over there?"
Tsk, as expected, most people in China have white hair. Where is this middle-aged man looking?
You have to declare your sovereignty. This girl is protected by my uncle Wang. You can do whatever you want.
In other words, if the knowledge about "Hell" and "Hell Walker" in their heads is true, then this group of people must complete the mission of "Hell".
Do they still have time to talk nonsense to themselves?
Could it be that he is actually an important NPC?
Or is Xiao Baimao an important NPC?
Should we kill them then? If I had known, I would have done it after discovering them last night.
Wang Quan felt a little regretful.
But Cheng Weihua's reaction was even more exaggerated.
He widened his eyes, grabbed Wang Quan's chest and asked, "What did you say?! What did you say you were doing with...this little girl?!"
In his excitement, he even forgot about the horror Xin Zihao and others said about Wang Quan.
"Let's play cards. You are allowed to play cards, but we are not allowed to play cards?" Wang Quan shook off his hand and straightened his collar and tie, "Besides, Ajiu, who has fair hair and a childish face, will I be as dirty as you?
"Uncle, can we feel a little brighter?"
Cheng Weihua's expression softened slightly. Behind him, Lin Yu, the programmer who died from overwork, opened his eyes with wide circles and blurted out, "Ah? Isn't that more problematic?"
Everyone looked at him.
Xin Zihao asked in a low voice: "Brother Lin, what's the problem?"
The older, sullen programmer saw everyone looking over and groaned for a long time, his face turning red.
After a long while, he gave up on himself and said: "She has a white hair and a childish face, also known as a white-haired lolita..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he bowed his head in shame, not afraid that the crown would fall off.
What a social death...
The surprised looks of his companions were like sharp arrows piercing his fragile otaku heart.
"Ah?! Good brother!"
Only Wang Quan!
Only he stepped forward and patted Lin Yu's shoulder hard, "Finally, someone can understand what I mean! It's so difficult for me!"
Lin Yu looked up in shock, and in front of him was Wang Quan's sunny smiling face.
That's the expression of finding a comrade.
He was moved.
Then, his expression was horrified, his face was pale, and even the dark circles and bags under his eyes had faded a lot, "No! It's the 1980s! How do you know what 'Geng' is?!"
Wang Quan smiled slightly, "Because I am also a 'Hell Walker'."