Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 912 Moonlight, Thatched Cottage
Qingluo knew that Xiaoyu was afraid that they would have nothing to eat, so she made an excuse to let them accompany her parents.

Qingluo was a little moved, she nodded and said: "Okay, thank you Xiaoyu."

"It's Sister Xiaoyu! Also, don't say thank you anymore, you have already said many words of thanks tonight!" Xiaoyu went back to the house to bring two quilts, handed them to Mei Jiu, and said with a smile, "Although it is not a new Yes, but they have just been washed and dried, they are very clean, you can rest assured to cover them."

"En. Then, let's go." Qingluo said goodbye to them, walked a few steps, then turned around, and said a little embarrassedly, "Well, where are those two empty rooms?"

"Push!"

Xiaoyu had fun with her parents.

"Xiao Yu can't go out, I'll take you two there." Xiao Yu Niang put down her needlework and stood up.

Qing Luo hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, Auntie."

"Hey, thank you," Xiao Yuniang said as she walked, "We country people are not so particular, and I have never seen a child who is more sensible than you. How old are you?"

Qingluo took Mei Jiu by her side, and said with a smile, "It's fourteen this year."

"Yo, you're still young." Xiao Yuniang sighed, "Our Xiao Yu is eighteen years old, and he is not as sensible and capable as you. Why did your family send you two children out to find someone? I really don't worry. "

She was rambling on, while Qing Luo and Mei Jiu listened quietly.

The sky had already darkened, and there was the sound of waves beating against the rocks in the distance, the wind was blowing loudly, and the temperature had dropped a lot.

Qing Luo wrapped her dry coat around her body, looked at the nagging woman in front of her with a kerosene lamp, and felt a sense of peace in her heart.

"..." Mei Jiu carried the quilt on her shoulders, and squeezed hers with the other hand.

Qingluo understood that he was comforting herself, and showed him a warm smile.

The road ahead is long, and right now, beside her, there is only a simple Mei Jiu.

Although Mei Jiu has high martial arts skills, she has almost zero experience in life and needs her care.

She needs to pick herself up.

"...Xiao Liu, here we are."

The voice of Xiao Yuniang came from the front.

Qingluo looked up, in the hazy night, there were two low thatched huts in front of her, the grass clippings on the eaves were blown by the sea breeze.

"These two rooms may not be lived in for a long time." Xiao Yuniang opened the door and walked in, put the kerosene lamp on a small wooden table in the middle, looked around, and said, "I don't know if it's leaking... …Fortunately, it hasn’t rained for the past few days. I’m done with work tomorrow, so I’ll ask Xiaoyu’s father to come and fix it for you.”

Qingluo hurriedly said: "We will just stay for a few days, don't bother uncle."

"Hehe, don't bother, if it rains, it will be terrible. I will leave this lamp to you. If you need anything, go to the house and find me." After explaining in a few words, Xiao Yuniang turned around and walked out, "Then I will Go back first, remember to come home for dinner tomorrow."

"Okay." Qingluo agreed and sent her out.Seeing her walk away, he turned around and came back.

Mei Jiu stood in the middle of the room carrying the quilt, looking a little at a loss.

He himself doesn't care, but he really can't see Sister Luoluo living in this kind of place.

Qingluo held a kerosene lamp and shone around.

Two rooms, one bedroom only has a wooden bed and a small wooden table.

The other is a kitchen and dining area.

Two stoves, a large water tank, a table and two benches, a large pile of hay and firewood behind the stove, and nothing else.

Qingluo thought for a while, put down the kerosene lamp, carried the hay into the house, spread it on the ground, then covered it with her coat, and said to Mei Jiu: "Xiao Jiu, you sleep on the bed, I will sleep here."

Xiao Jiu put the quilt on the wooden bed, walked over unhappily, pushed Qing Luo aside, picked up the coat, put it on her body, and then lay down directly on the hay.

Qingluo couldn't laugh or cry: "This is the grass that I moved by hand, so you took it by yourself?"

Mei Jiu ignored her, turned over, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Qingluo had no choice but to let him go.

She went out to find a well, brought in a basin of water, cleaned the pot on the stove, and boiled a basin of hot water.

She rushed into the room and shouted: "Xiao Jiu, come here and wash your hands and feet before going to bed."

No one answered.

Qingluo walked in and saw that Mei Jiu had already fallen asleep.

He was also exhausted.

Qing Luo brought the water, sat next to him, untied the cloth from his hands, cleaned the wound, applied medicine, and wrapped it up again.

On the way, Mei Jiu opened her eyes and saw that it was her, and then fell asleep in peace.

After treating the wound on his hand, Qingluo brought the quilt over to the bed, covered him tightly, and then went out with the basin.

She boiled another pot of water, soaked it with a sweat towel, wiped her body, and treated the wound on her face again.

When all these are done, the moon has climbed to the mid-heaven.

She looked up at the sky, then went back into the room, spread her coat on the bed, curled up and fell asleep indiscriminately.

Mei Jiu was awakened by thirst.

When he opened his eyes, it was still pitch black outside.Only the hazy moonlight shines in through the window.

Years of training made him develop the habit of short sleep.

Such two or three hours of sleep is enough for him.

He got up and looked at the bed first.

Qing Luo was wrapping the cup, face inward, and fell asleep peacefully.

Relieved, he walked outside in the dark, found a well, brought up a bucket of water, gulped a few gulps, and then stopped.

There's no way, Xiaoyu's food is too salty...

When he returned to the house after drinking enough water, he saw Qingluo's cup slipping down a little.

He hurried over and helped her pull up the quilt.

When his hand accidentally touched her cheek, he froze for a moment.

hot.

This was Mei Jiu's first feeling.

He hurriedly turned back to the table, lit the kerosene lamp, took it to the bedside, looked at Qingluo's face by the light——

Before going to bed, she had already removed the cloth covering her face, revealing half of her face that was as smooth as snow, and the other side full of scars.

Under the dim kerosene lamp, Mei Jiu was surprised to find that her face was flushed.

The probe touched her forehead, it was terribly hot.

Mei Jiu hurriedly pushed Qing Luo, trying to wake her up.

But Qingluo didn't notice anything.

Mei Jiu was in a hurry, so she hurriedly fetched a bucket of cold water, moistened it with a cloth, and applied it to her forehead.

He sat by the bed, tried the temperature of her forehead every once in a while, and then changed to a damp cloth.

Maybe it's soaking in seawater during the day, maybe it's too cold at night by the beach, or maybe it's heartbreaking.

She fell asleep the whole time, and her forehead was getting hotter and hotter.

Mei Jiu was so anxious that she almost cried.

How to do?
Looking for the second master?
He hurriedly put down the bucket and rushed out the door.

Following the memory of the day, he rushed to the door of Conch's house and kicked open the courtyard door.

The people inside were immediately startled.

(End of this chapter)