"vegetative" entangled

Chapter 8 008

Fang Qunchun used both hands in opposite directions, trying to break free from the shackles of his hands, but the dodder wrapped around his hands like steel wire and copper tendons, did not move at all, but strangled his hands painfully.

This... could still harm him, Fang Qunchun had nothing to say.

His face was flushed from the suffocation, and finally he was discouraged. He sat up, with his handcuffed hands propped between his crotches, and he looked listless.

Cheng Ye lost his mind for a moment.

Fortunately, Fang Qunchun quickly adjusted his mentality. He let out a long sigh of relief and smiled at Cheng Ye: "Hey, but this is also good. I don't need to tie you up and get in the way by your side. It's been a hard time. You." He was serious.

"Don't say that, you... are not in the way, so you won't work hard." Cheng Ye snorted, then stared at his hand and said, "Can you still hold things?"

Fang Qunchun got off the bed, tried it out, and found that it was very difficult to move with his hands up, and the binding was very uncomfortable.

Watching him relentlessly trying to put on his coat, Cheng Ye finally snorted, picked up the heavy coat, and put it on him lightly.

They went downstairs together, and when they reached the bathroom, Cheng Ye put a glass of water and toothpaste for him, and handed it to him.Fang Qunchun tried his best to raise his elbows, bent towards himself, put the toothbrush into his mouth, and brushed his teeth slowly back and forth.

Cheng Ye on the side had already finished brushing. He watched Fang Qunchun brush his teeth slowly at a snail speed with great interest. Because he couldn't control the strength of his hand correctly, the corners of his mouth and lips were covered with white toothpaste foam, which looked very ugly. cute.

Cheng Ye had already splashed a handful of water on his face, wiped it again with a towel, and finished washing.

Looking at Fang Qunchun again, he couldn't wash his face by himself right now.

He looked at Cheng Ye from the side without saying a word, and waited for him to finish washing his face. When he was about to speak, he saw Cheng Ye took off his towel and put it under the faucet to get wet.

After wringing out the towel, Cheng Ye said to Fang Qunchun, "Come on, turn your head around." He didn't allow others to refuse at all.

Fang Qunchun turned around obediently, tilted his head slightly, and then felt the cold towel gently wipe his face.

Cheng Ye, who looked rough, acted extremely gentle.

He wiped Fang Qunchun's entire face first, and then suddenly asked him, "Is it too cold?" He just remembered that Fang Qunchun is from the city, and he may have been used to washing his face with hot water in winter, unlike his rough skin. The meat is thick, and it doesn't matter if a cold water is poured on the face.

"Uh, it won't be cold, it's okay." Fang Qunchun shook his head. The water pumped from the well was put in the large water tank on the roof overnight.But Fang Qunchun felt that he had already gone to someone else's house, and he understood the principle of going to the countryside and doing as the Romans do.

However, Cheng Ye's concern still warmed his heart.

"That's good, tsk, the skin is tender, the water is too cold and it will freeze your face."

Cheng Ye muttered, moving his hands very lightly and slowly, for fear that his brute force would scratch his face.

Cheng Ye's palms were big, and his fingers, which had been working all the year round, were rough. Occasionally, they brushed against Fang Qunchun's face, causing itching, which made Fang Qunchun shrink his neck to dodge.It's a weird tickling-like feeling.

After washing his face, Fang Qunchun thanked him and said, "Thank you."

Cheng Ye said nonchalantly: "It's done, I know you are grateful, so you don't need to keep saying 'thank you'. The 'thank you' I heard these two days is really better than what I have heard for more than 20 years." Fang Qunchun snickered as he listened.

Fang Qunchun suddenly signaled him to go out first, saying that he wanted to release the water.

Seeing him, Cheng Ye asked, "Are your hands comfortable?" It should be no problem to take off your pants.

"Do you want me to hold the bird for you?" If Cheng Ye said this with a playful smile, Fang Qunchun would definitely roll his eyes, but he said it so seriously, Fang Qunchun couldn't say anything.

In the end, he laughed dryly and declined: "That's no need...I can do it myself..." Then he hurriedly closed the door, afraid that Cheng Ye would come in to help him take care of the bird if he was enthusiastic.

After not seeing the door close at all, Cheng Ye smiled so much that his white teeth were exposed.

When they passed the hall, Fang Qunchun found that the old-fashioned pendulum clock hanging on the wall had pointed to the nine o'clock position.

He glanced at Cheng Ye with embarrassment.Cheng Ye, who went to bed early and got up early, must have been unable to leave because he slept for a long time.Maybe they were embarrassed to wake him up and wanted to sleep a little longer, but Fang Qunchun still knew that people in the countryside got up to work when the sky was dim.

Because of himself, Cheng Ye may have left behind a lot of work.

So Fang Qunchun took the initiative to say to him: "I will mow the grass and feed the chickens with you."

Cheng Ye raised his eyebrows and said, "No rush, let's have breakfast first."

Originally, Cheng Ye’s habit was to get up early in the morning to cook a large pot of porridge, then drink three bowls of hot porridge with spicy cabbage and fried dried fish, and mix the rest of the cooled porridge with bran, bean cake, and cottonseed. Feed the chickens and ducks in the cabin.After cutting the pig grass, he brought two big baskets on his back and brought them back, and went to Uncle Qin's house to feed grass and porridge to the pigs in the pig pen owned by him and him.

Today there was no time to cook porridge, so he had no choice but to cook vermicelli, laid four eggs, and picked a handful of lettuce from the vegetable field in front of his house, and quickly cooked vermicelli and served it up.

Fang Qunchun bit his lower lip, picked up the vermicelli with his chopsticks, and "swooshed" slipped from the gap between the chopsticks and fell back into the bowl.

Cheng Ye didn't speak. After he had tried again and again, he sat down next to him, took the chopsticks from his hand, and whispered in his ear, "I'll feed you."

The voice was so bewitching and depressing that Fang Qunchun couldn't help being stunned for a moment and nodded.

He didn't feel weird until he opened his mouth slightly and took a bite of the vermicelli delivered by Cheng Ye's chopsticks.

Obviously, the entangled dodders on the two of them have been untied, and they don't need to bind each other anymore, but Fang Qunchun feels that they... are even more inseparable from each other!

When he was in a daze, he heard the people around him say: "Don't put it in your mouth, swallow it quickly, kid." He swallowed it in one gulp and gave Cheng Ye a look.

"Open your mouth." Cheng Ye put back his staring eyes without any fluctuation, and continued to hold a small piece of poached egg to his lips.

Cheng Ye fed him for a long time. Fang Qunchun glanced at Cheng Ye's full bowl on the table, and saw that it had stopped steaming.

"You eat first." Fang Qunchun ate quickly, but the weather was cold, and the vermicelli cooled quickly, and the taste of vermicelli that had absorbed water and was cold was not good at all.

"It's okay, there are a few mouthfuls left, wait for you to finish eating first." Cheng Ye didn't care, and insisted on feeding Fang Qunchun before putting down the bowl, and took a damp cloth to wipe the corners of his mouth and hands.

Fang Qunchun was full, and sat watching Cheng Ye eat vermicelli bite by bite. The original emerald green lettuce was soaked until it turned yellow and soft, and he ate it without changing his expression.

Not long after, Cheng Ye finished eating a big bowl of vermicelli, wiped his mouth with a damp cloth casually, and went to prepare to go out.

"Are you really going to mow the grass with me?" Cheng Ye glanced suspiciously at his wrist with the big basket on his back.

"Go." Fang Qunchun said and followed him out again.

As soon as the two walked out of the gate, they saw a tall and strong middle-aged man in a gray-black jacket, dark skin, and silver-white hair coming towards him.

"Cheng Ye!" The middle-aged man shouted loudly and pleasantly.

"Uncle Qin." Cheng Ye also smiled.

Fang Qunchun suddenly realized that he was Uncle Qin, with a high forehead, dark skin, and a straightforward smile.

"Uncle Qin." Fang Qunchun called out obediently from the side.

Uncle Qin smiled and nodded "Hello" and "Hello". Although he turned into an Lycoris plant yesterday, he still has all the feelings of being a human being, and he knows Fang Qunchun is such a person.

"Hey, the dodder has been untied." Uncle Qin couldn't help laughing when he saw that the two of them had separated, and Fang Qunchun's hands were handcuffed.

"Everyone has their own hardships, but you are the only one, nothing is wrong." Uncle Qin sighed to Cheng Ye.

Cheng Ye let out an "oh" and said lightly, "I also have difficulties. I can't even sleep on my back."

"Hey, don't be poor." Uncle Qin smiled, then suddenly sighed and said, "Don't go to Dongpi if you have nothing to do these days."

"We are still messed up by these things. Wang Jiming is already able to play with his Qianqucao. It's amazing, and he sprinkles needles around every day."

Cheng Ye understood, Fang Qunchun was confused.

Turning around, Cheng Ye explained to Fang Qunchun that Wang Jiming was a bastard in his village who hated dogs. He was 27 and eight, and he didn't go out to find a job, and he didn't help with work at home. , Going around in other people's fields can walk several melons and roll down several handfuls of rice.

However, he didn't realize that there was something wrong with his personality and behavior, and he always stubbornly believed that everyone had agreed to exclude him and look down on him.I have also become more and more extreme.

Fortunately, everyone has become a "vegetative person". Everyone who hasn't figured out what's going on is watching Wang Jiming train the Qianqucao that grows under his belly button and around his waist so obediently, and he can even send out needles. The sharp and thin blades shaped like silver needles are like silver needles when they are shot out quickly, they are vicious weapons.

Naturally, Wang Jiming would not let go of such an opportunity, wandering in front of and behind the mountain every day, if anyone looks over with an unhappy look, it is guaranteed that a large green "needle" will be "rustled" on the clothes in the next second .

Because no one was hurt, the "needle" was also stuck in everyone's clothes. The honest mountain people thought that they had watched him grow up, so they yelled at him, and didn't catch him and chase him hard.And as soon as he finished playing with his front foot, his parents apologized to the victim angrily and anxiously.We are all from the same mountain, and we passed by after a few words.

It's a big deal, just avoid him next time you see him, and don't wander around other people's houses.

"I know, let's mow the grass first, and then go to Uncle later." Cheng Ye bid farewell to Uncle Qin, and took Fang Qunchun to mow the grass.

Fang Qunchun walked a few steps, and said to Cheng Ye secretly: "That Wang Jiming, is he the only one in the mountains who can control his own plants?"

"At present, everyone knows only him." Cheng Ye nodded, "What's wrong?"

In fact, what they didn't know was that after everyone knew about it, their curiosity almost popped out of their throats, so they refrained from asking Wang Jiming, but they all secretly stopped Wang Jiming's parents and asked about it.Wang Jiming's parents said they didn't know, and everyone thought that only the person involved, Wang Jiming, knew how to manipulate plants.

"No." Regardless of whether it was triggered by luck or due to natural talent, Fang Qunchun thought, since there is already a Wang Jiming in the mountain, there will be more "Wang Jiming" outside who have learned how to manipulate plants. If this person is kind-hearted, yes The damage caused by other people's influence is almost zero, but if someone uses this ability to do bad things...

"I don't know how strong the attack power of the 'vegetative' is..." Fang Qunchun said, as many thoughts in his mind, as much as he looked helplessly at his mischievous dodder, he knew how to trick him.

"Don't worry, there will be no chaos in the mountains, and everyone will not fight and kill each other here." Cheng Ye comforted him and let him relax.

When Cheng Ye took him to cut pigweed, Fang Qunchun passed other people's fields. Fang Qunchun saw several little dolls herding sheep. They were seven or eight years old, thin, with floppy jet-black pot heads, and big eyes that didn't blink. Looking at Cheng Ye and Qun Chun carefully.

On the surface, they look no different from ordinary peasant children, but under the clothes, there are also various plants growing, or they may be like Uncle Qin, sometimes in human body and sometimes in plant form.

While mowing the grass, Cheng Ye took off his jacket, which was supposed to be hung on a tree, but Fang Qunchun took it and put it on his shoulders.

Fang Qunchun couldn't move his hands freely, so he could only stand on the ridge of the field and watch Cheng Ye bend over and mow the grass skillfully and quickly.Now he is observing and learning, and he may have to work in the fields in the future - at least until he decides whether to go back outside, he feels that there is nothing wrong with staying here at ease.

Because he was going out to work, Cheng Ye was wearing a loose dark brown sweater and a warm white long coat. He was bent over, and the humulus on his back propped up his clothes, which was bulging and funny.

Fang Qunchun secretly researched "Humulus" on the Internet yesterday, which is also a very winding herbaceous plant with barbed thorns, and Qunchun was hurt that day.It is estimated that his little humulus will also grow long vines in a short time.

Cheng Ye mowed very quickly. Fang Qunchun looked at it for a while, then turned his eyes away, looking at the high mountains all around in the distance. A layer of gold edging.

The two baskets of hogweed were filled to the brim, and he pressed them hard several times during the process, leaving no gaps.In winter, Cheng Ye was so hot that he touched the sweat on his forehead.

He put the sickle in the basket, stood still, lifted the hem of his clothes, and fanned it, trying to lower the temperature a little.

Fang Qunchun's eyes were sharp, and since Cheng Ye lifted his clothes, he saw his smooth and sweaty lower back, the sharp and smooth back, and the slightly sunken waist on both sides of the tail spine looked very sexy.

But there is also a touch of green growing on both sides of the waist.

Qunchun didn't know if Cheng Ye knew about the new humulus in his waist. He walked two or three steps forward and saw it more clearly. Slightly transparent sprouts burst from the flesh.

Fang Qunchun hesitated and said, "Cheng Ye, there are new buds growing on your back." Then, he carefully poked the skin of Cheng Ye's waist with his hard-to-move fingers, which made Cheng Ye tremble.

"..."

His hand also just reached back to touch his waist, and it happened to overlap with Fang Qunchun's hand.

The two retracted their hands at the same time, Cheng Ye turned around and said lightly, "Yes, I can feel it."

"Cough, let's go, let's go."

Cheng Ye picked up two baskets, and the two left the field together without a word.

On the one hand, Fang Qunchun was thinking that everyone was changing to varying degrees, and maybe soon they would be able to freely control the plants on their bodies. On the other hand, he was thinking, this person's waist is really sensitive.