mountain masseuse

That night, Bo Qi Leng tossed and turned and did not fall asleep, the woman sitting on the bed with her beautiful waist twisted constantly flashed through her mind.

Bo Qi got up early the next morning, and the sky on the hill outside the window had just turned pale. He stretched and yawned, put on his pants and walked out of the room listlessly.

The thin figure of Lao Tzu has already shuttled among the rows of medicine racks in the yard, grabbing a handful of medicinal materials in the dustpan from time to time, grinding them, or smelling them.

"What's wrong? The sun is rising in the west, why did you get up so early today?" I turned to look at Bo Qi who was standing at the door of the hut.

"Get up earlier, to save you from yelling endlessly." Bo Qi replied.

"Hey, bastard, you're blaming me. Could it be wrong to tell you to get up?" I said, pulling my shriveled lips.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you, I'll make breakfast." Bo Qi got into a small room next to the hut.

After making breakfast, Lao Tzu finished inspecting the herbal medicines that had been dried out, and the two of them sat facing each other and began to eat breakfast.

"After breakfast, I honestly stayed in the medicine hut to read. I wasn't there yesterday, you must have gone wild again, right?" Lao Tzu took two sips of white rice porridge with scallions, raised his head and said.

"No, I've been looking at the medicine house all afternoon before I came out, otherwise I would have fallen asleep in the room." Bo Qi hurriedly explained, with a guilty look on his face.

"Today I will supervise you at home and see what kind of tricks you play." After I finished speaking, I squeaked and took another bite of the green onion.

Bo Qi felt a little helpless, took up the bowl and began to drink the porridge. The only silence on the dining table was the clacking of porridge drinking and the crisp sound of chewing green onions.

After breakfast, Bo Qi was driven into the medicine hut, and Lao Tzu brought two medical books thicker than Chinese dictionaries from the bookshelf, with yellowed paper and torn pages, from unknown ages.

“今天必须把这些看完，一会俺来检查，你要是偷懒，老子一定狠狠揍死你。”老子轻轻将书本放在薄启面前，就像放下一个心爱的宝贝一样。

He glanced at Bo Qi who was turning the pages of the book, turned around and walked out of the medicine house with his hands behind his back.

Bo Qi didn't sleep well last night, and with the dense text and patterns of medicinal materials, the boringness quickly made him yawn. After a few yawns, his eyelids began to droop unconsciously, like pouring water. Like lead water.

"Boom!" After a crisp sound, Bo Qi rubbed his aching forehead and complained: "Reading and reading, what kind of book is this, it doesn't smell at all, hehe, if this book is full of people who look like they were naked last night It would be nice to draw pictures of women, at least we should draw some beautiful women like Er Ya!"

Bo Qi started his endless daydreams again, giving out obscene smiles from time to time, suddenly a wonderful thought flashed through his mind, maybe it was really boring, he picked up the writing brush that Lao Tzu prescribed for medicine on the table, and then took it A few pieces of white paper that Lao Tzu wrote the prescriptions on, and I started to draw on the paper, smiling while drawing, and the tiredness and sleepiness were all thrown away.

I secretly stuck to the crack of the door and looked in. He must see if this bastard is reading a book seriously, or lying on the table and sleeping soundly. A gratified smile appeared on his face, "This bastard finally knows to be serious, okay, the ancestor has appeared!"

I turned my back and left the medicine house lightly.

Bo Qi was still painting with relish, stopping to admire for a while from time to time, and then showing a smile or a slightly dissatisfied expression.

Around noon, Lao Tzu walked into the yard from the outside with the medicine basket on his back. Just as he put down the medicine basket, he came to the medicine house without caring about arranging the herbs.It seems that incense is going to be burned tonight, and this bastard can actually read a book all morning.

With a sound of "squeak", the door suddenly opened, and Lao Tzu's figure appeared at the door. Bo Qi panicked for a while, and hurriedly stuffed the unsightly pictures under his buttocks.

Lao Tzu laughed, "You copied it very hard. Come, let Dad see what medicine you have memorized."

Lao Tzu walked to the table, stretched out his calloused hands with waxy nails, and begged Bo Qi for it.

"Father, it's better not to read it!" Bo Qi whispered with erratic eyes, holding the white paper exposed under his buttocks with both hands.

"You have to read it. It's rare that you bastard is enlightened. Let me see it and tell you some practical uses of these medicines. There are some uses that are not listed in the book." Lao Tzu hooked his fingers persistently.

Bo Qi stood up timidly, took out the sheets of paper full of things under his buttocks, and handed them to Lao Tzu, then looked at Lao Tzu's expression without blinking, his feet were already ready to escape .

"You bastard! What are you painting? This morning, I thought you were concentrating on memorizing medicine, but I didn't expect you to do all these obscene things!" I suddenly raged.

Bo Qi saw that Lao Tzu's expression was wrong, so Sa Yazi ran out.

You bastard, you still run!Today I will interrupt your dog legs to see if you don't learn well! "I ran after him.

Just after chasing him out of the door, he saw a mallet at the base of the wall on one side, swung it up, and chased in the direction where Bo Qi was running.

"You son of a bitch, you prodigal bastard, don't run if you have the guts, you stop for me!" I angrily swore at Bo Qi in front of me, pointing at Bo Qi with a stick.

How could Bo Qi stop? Hearing what Lao Tzu said, he ran even faster.

After chasing for two miles, I stopped panting, bent over and breathed heavily, and looked at Bo Qi who was going away, "You son of a bitch, you prodigal son, if you have the guts to run away, don't come back." !"

Bo Qi ran desperately, and before he knew it, he had already reached the foot of the mountain. He turned his head and looked behind him. I didn't chase after him again. He stopped and sat on the root of a big tree, beating his sore legs to rest, his face flushed. , beads of sweat streaming down his face.