Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 72 Miss Ah Nuan, My Hands Are Dirty (5)
The shopkeeper's shout sounded again, and Xiao Huzi didn't dare to talk to Dong Nuangu any more, so he hurried to the front of the runway.

Dong Nuan just looked at the dilapidated lantern under the stable shed swaying in the night wind, and didn't go to get it, but walked directly towards the row of low houses next to the stable that the little tiger pointed to just now.

Trying to distinguish the things in front of me in the night, Dong Nuan stopped in front of the second dark door from the south, and when he raised his hand to knock on the door, he found that the door was not closed tightly, or such a room Such a door was not closed tightly at all, and a dim yellow light squeezed out from the crack of the door, falling on the ground outside the house, her eyes were slightly lowered, she lowered her hand after a while, and then bent over Put the paper bag in your hand outside the door.

Dong Nuan put down the paper bag in his hand and was about to turn around to leave, when he heard the sound of something falling to the ground in the room, and then the thin yellow light that leaked from the crack of the door went out instantly, and passed through the crack of the door. It can be seen that the fire in the house suddenly went out.

Dong Nuan therefore withdrew the foot that was about to step out, faced the dark door again and raised her hand and knocked on the door lightly, the answer was silence, she knocked again lightly, there was still no one in the room. People responded, only to hear rustling voices squeezed through the crack of the door behind the door.

Dong Nuangu's eyes dimmed, and he clasped the thin door knocker with his hand, pushed the door open, and made a dull "squeak", accompanied by an unpleasant wet, cold and rotten smell, making Dong Nuan Gu frowned suddenly, what kind of room is this?
There was no moonlight in the sky, no lights in the yard, and the light from the tattered wind lamp hanging far under the roof of the stable could not reach here at all. The winter was warm, so apart from the smell of dampness and rot on the tip of the nose, there was nothing in the eyes. All I could see was a pitch black that was too thick to dissolve, and Si Jixia's faint voice rang out in the pitch black, "Miss Ah Nuan?"

The voice was very close, so Dong Nuan could feel that he was right in front of her eyes.

Dong Nuan didn't respond, even though she had already made a sound when she was in danger, she didn't intend to respond to Si Ji Xia at this moment, she just took a step forward, and she kicked her foot to the ground Then there was a bone-luo sound, and then it bumped into something and then rolled twice and stopped. Dongnuan thought, what she kicked should be a lampstand, and Si Jixia should have kicked it just now. Turn over the lampstand.

Dongnuan didn't go any further, just stood there silently, and then took out a fire pocket from her sleeve, she has the habit of carrying a fire pocket with her.

Si Jixia didn't hear Dong Nuan's reply, so he asked again: "Miss Ah Nuan, is something wrong?"

Even though he couldn't see anything in the dark, and couldn't even hear Dong Nuan Gu's voice, he could still accurately identify the person as Dong Nuan Gu.

Just when his voice fell down, Dong Nuan Gu blew on the fire folder in his hand, and the sparks from the top of the fire folder instantly illuminated Dong Nuan Gu's face, and she didn't look at the person who was close to her. Si Jixia next to him looked down at the thing she kicked just now.

The sparks in the fire folder are not long-lasting, or even short-lived, but they are enough to warm the winter, so I can see clearly the thing she kicked just now, just as she thought it was an oil lamp stand, and it was just kicked by her After arriving, the thing it hit was nothing but the wall, so at this moment it was quietly stopping at the corner of the wall.

It was also the moment when the fire folder was lit, and Si Jixia’s originally shallow breathing suddenly became short of breath. In Dongnuan, he blew on the fire folder for the second time, stepped forward and bent down to pick up the oil lamp that rolled down in the corner At that time, he was very nervous and said: "Miss Ah Nuan, don't light the lamp!"

But Dong Nuangu’s fire pocket had touched the oil-stained cotton thread wick, and even though the soybean oil in the lampstand had been spilled, the oil-stained wick still ignited as soon as it encountered a fire. In the dark room, In an instant, the dim yellow light came on again.

Dongnuangu saw clearly the low, narrow, four-foot-square house in front of him. There were no windows, and even the walls were pitch-black. .

Apart from a low single old wooden bed, there is no room for other objects in the room, and Si Jixia is sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to the door at the moment, panicking. Zhang Di put the tangled clothes on his body, and it could be seen that his movements were very tense, because he raised his glove three times but failed to put his left arm into the sleeve, and his arm was stained with blood. His cloak was draped over his right shoulder, blocking his right half of his body.

There was a wooden basin half full of water on the corner of the bed behind him. The water was still clean. Next to the wooden basin was a clean cotton towel. The cotton towel had been torn into pieces a little over an inch wide. The cloth strips were being thrown scattered on the bed at the moment, and next to it was the bag he had brought up the mountain and brought back.

Dong Nuangu's eyes sank again and again, without saying a word, he turned around and walked outside the house to pick up the paper bag she had just placed outside the threshold, and then walked in again, closed the door, and walked to Si Jixia's side.

Si Jixia didn't look back at her, but felt her approaching, his body visibly trembled, and quickly pulled the cloak that was only slanted on his right shoulder to cover his left half of his body.

Because of his nervousness and eagerness, his long hair was all gathered under the cloak, and he had no intention of pulling it out from under the cloak, so he stood up in a hurry with a stiff body, but sat down again the moment he stood up. down.

Because he didn't wear shoes on his feet, that is, he didn't even wear socks. He just exposed a pair of feet that were blue from the cold, and there was even a small cotton towel sandwiched between the toes of his right foot. Nuan Gu noticed and was looking at his feet. Si Jixia seemed to be trembling even with his toes. He shrank his feet under the bed as hard as he could, as if he didn't want Dong Nuan Gu to see him.

Ever since the fire was lit up in the house again, Si Jixia didn't even look up at Dong Nuangu, but said in a stiff voice, "Miss Ah Nuan...what's the matter?"

Dong Nuan still didn't answer, but just stared at his feet that were still trying to put them away, and at the cotton towel that was still tightly held between his toes, the light of fire danced fiercely in her clear eyes.

He just...was doing things with his feet, because his hand was injured.

Suddenly, Dongnuangu felt that inexplicable sourness in his heart permeated.

Dong Nuan's unblinking gaze made Si Jixia tightly hold his left hand under the cloak. After his nails scratched the deep sword wound on his palm, blood dripped from the bottom of his fist, staining his knee red. trousers.

His voice was a bit cold and said: "Miss Ah Nuan, if you have nothing to do, go back to the house to rest, this place is too messy."

He seemed to always like to use "it's dirty here" to make her leave, so Dong Nuan narrowed his gaze, and moved his gaze away from his feet to his side face, as if he was exploring something.

(End of this chapter)