After eating breakfast and receiving a wave of "map vision expansion" brought by Blind Bei, Zheng Fan walked around the front hall and then walked back to the backyard.
Zheng Fan felt like a dog.
He only dared to walk in a small area he was familiar with, but did not dare to run out, even to pee, which ordinary dogs like to do. Enclosure didn’t have the guts to do it.
Although, perhaps the only advantage of running out now is that you can now see the real ancient city without being pushed to buy flower cakes or pay ancient city maintenance fees.
But in the inn, with food, drink and little girls waiting on me, there seems to be no need to go out for a walk.
The layout of the row of bungalows in the backyard is like this. In the center is a small living room. Everyone has had dinner in this small hall before. On the west side of the small hall is Zheng Fan’s Bedroom, the rest of the people's bedrooms are further to the side.
When Zheng Fan came back from his stroll, he saw a busy little figure in the small hall.
The dining table in the small hall was removed and replaced by a larger and thicker wooden table.
Xue San was kneeling on the wooden table and carving quickly with tools in hand. Rolls of wood flowers fell out, and the air was filled with the aroma of wood rolls.
"My lord."
Xue San raised his head, smiled at Zheng Fan, then lowered his head and continued his work.
"Are you making a sand table?"
Zheng Fan glanced at the carved place and could see that the central area should be Hutou City, and nearby, It is the terrain around Hutou City.
"The Lord has sharp eyes."
Xue San first flattered me and continued: "The blind man asked me to do it. Some details need to be added, so I will just carve it now. To give you a rough idea, our next goal is to gain a foothold in Hutou City, so setting up the strategic sandbox first is also for future convenience."
"Oh, that's really hard on you. "
"This is what subordinates should do."
Xue San wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve and continued his work.
Zheng Fan stood aside and watched, and at the same time helped deliver the tools several times.
When Xue San stopped to drink water or look at reference objects several times, he pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he didn’t know what to say.
Similar to the usual boring gourds of A Ming and Liang Cheng, you can easily give people a "sincere", "not easy" and "very sincere" feeling if you say a little bit.
For a person like Xue San, who usually flatters people with a smile and is eloquent, maybe it is because he is so good at saying beautiful words for the occasion. When he really wants you to say something that can touch people, instead Don't know how to speak.
Fortunately, I have something to do at hand, so I don’t have to worry about the embarrassment of "the most fearful thing is that the air suddenly becomes quiet".
However, anyEverything is relative and in a state of mutual influence.
After experiencing A Ming, Liang Cheng and Blind Bei's "asking for a hug" this morning, Zheng Fan seemed to have accepted some subtle influences.
When leaving the small hall, Zheng Fan reached out and patted Xue San on the shoulder,
"You continue to work, I will go and look elsewhere."
Tapping on the shoulder seems to be a magical skill for those in higher positions. No matter whether you have learned it before or not, when you get to that position, you always seem to be able to learn this convenient and cost-effective way.
Moreover, watching Xue San busy at work, Zheng Fan always felt guilty about driving child labor.
Xue San froze on the wooden table. Even though Zheng Fan had left the small hall, he still did not move.
On the shoulder, there was a warm touch. In the dark, there seemed to be lines that went from non-existence to gradually becoming clear and then back to non-existence.
From the three-dimensional self, I changed back to the two-dimensional picture, over and over again, constantly changing.
Vaguely,
I watched a person sitting at his desk, weaving his own existence bit by bit.
"Ahem..."
Xue San suddenly coughed violently.
The wooden table was also in danger of overturning due to his shaking. In order to prevent his efforts this morning from being smashed, Xue San decisively chose to turn over and jump off the wooden table, even though he was in pain. It is much better to take a tumble than to do useless work all over again.
However,
Xue San's figure suddenly froze in mid-air. This was only a moment of stasis, but Xue San's face showed a look of shock.
Following this,
all the joints up and down the body seemed to have begun to make fine adjustments.
After the stagnation disappeared,
< p>With a slight exertion on the waist,the whole person actually changed the direction of the body's fall in an instant,
with both feet,
falling steadily On the ground,
Moreover,
did not make any unnecessary noise,
even the dust on the floor tiles was not splashed at all.
After landing, Xue San took a deep breath and spit it out heavily. Then, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and licked his lips heavily.
"Crack!"
The tool in his hand fell to the ground.
Xue San covered his mouth with his left hand,
"Haha..."
At first, it was just a suppressed voice.
"Hey hey hey..."
At the end,
"Hahahaha!!!"
Smile,
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From image to volume,
began to gradually metamorphose.
…………
When Zheng Fan opened the door to his room, he seemed to hear Xue SanLaughing, but before he could react, in this dazed moment, two familiar soft feelings came over him again.
What is very embarrassing is that
Volleyball manufacturers should attach great importance to the requirement of excellent quality,
Even if it is a few years from the factory date,
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But their elasticity and subsequent toughness are still staggering.
This also caused Zheng Fan... to be bounced away, as if he had jumped off a spring bed.
Duang!
"Lord, are you okay?"
Six Niang's voice came.
Zheng Fan staggered back several steps before regaining his balance. Only then did he see Feng Siniang standing at the door the moment he opened the door. She should have been right next to him. in the room.
"Six Niang, you are here."
"My lord, I am here to give you clothes. In the past six months, I took the time to make several sets of clothes by myself, but Because I haven't woken up yet, I haven't really tried it on. Generally speaking, it should fit, but I still need you to try it on while standing before I can make some minor modifications."
"Oh, okay."
Zheng Fan followed Feng Siniang into the house, and under Feng Siniang's guidance, tried on the clothes one by one.
Siniang held a ruler and a small ink pen in her hands, carefully recording the places to be modified.
Several sets of clothes made by Siniang are basically based on sweatshirts, but with many elements of this era added, they are loose and do not feel bulky at all.
Hutou City is adjacent to the desert, and the wind and sand are strong. In order to protect against the wind and sand, there are many people wearing robes and other loose clothes. In addition, there are also many foreign caravans here. The clothes of those people actually look like Zheng Fan. There is no big difference between the modern sweatshirt worn for two days.
Think about it, A Ming can still stubbornly stick to his shabby tuxedo, which is enough to show that in this place, fancy clothes and the like do not exist.
After trying on the last piece of clothing, taking it off, and then putting on his first piece of clothing, Zheng Fan said with some emotion:
"Thank you, Si Niang."< /p>
"This is what a subordinate should do. Whoever allows the master to serve under me is just a woman from the slave family. If you have any needs, just tell the slave family, and the slave family will satisfy the master."
Feng Siniang’s every frown and smile carried a charm that penetrated to her bones.
However, Zheng Fan didn’t have any other thoughts at this moment. He just said:
“When I was a child, I always envied other children who could go shopping under the guidance of their mother. And trying on new clothes."
Feng Siniang was stunned for a moment when she heard this.
They, the demon kings, have a certain understanding of Zheng Fan, but they cannot understand him so deeply.
Zheng Fan took a breath, smiled, and said: "Not long after she gave birth to me, my mother and IMy dad got divorced. It is said that he went to Guangdong to find another family and never came back to see me. My dad is a truck driver and is often away from home for long periods of time. He doesn’t have the time or patience to buy clothes with me.
Later, he had a car accident and died, so I no longer had the chance to go shopping for clothes with my elders. ”
Feng Siniang’s face showed a trace of sadness, and she slowly reached out and grabbed Zheng Fan’s hands.
She knew that there might be something deep in her master’s heart. , is in need of love.
“My lord, Si Niang is a little older and is not a little girl anymore. As long as your lord likes it, Si Niang... Si Niang can play the role of my lord. Mother.
My lord, whatever you want to do to your mother, the slave family can cooperate. The slave family is very good at role-playing. "
"Huh? ………”
Zheng Fan was suddenly startled.
In the past, Zheng Fan felt that he was obsessed with horror themes and had a bit of a heavy taste compared to normal people. But facing these demon kings, Zheng Fan really feels that he is still too innocent.
And he often feels that he is not perverted enough to blend in with them.
"Hey! ”
The door to the room was pushed open, breaking the atmosphere that Feng Siniang had finally created in the room.
At the door, stood Blind Bei.
Ahhhhh!
Feng Siniang was so angry that she directly pointed at the blind man Bei and cursed:
"You damn blind man, you don't know how to knock before coming in!" "
Hearing the words, Blind Bei stretched out his fingers and knocked on the door panel a few times,
"Duoduoduo..."
Then,
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He said:
“Something happened at the door of the inn, oh Kasan. ”