Doctor Xianggong, the goddess of poisonous belly

Chapter 86 Because it was the medicine given by Miss Ah Nuan (5)
But as soon as Si Jixia sat down, he immediately stood up again. He didn't dare to look at Dongnuan, so he strode out of the kitchen with a glance, and only dared to say in a low voice when his back was turned to her: "I, I first Go wash your feet."

Looking at Si Jixia's straight back, Dong Nuan felt a little stuffy in his heart.

Si Jixia went out for a long time.

He sat on the edge of the old well, and washed his feet again and again with the cold well water, and rubbed them against each other again and again, as if his feet were too dirty to clean.

I don't know if it was because the well water was too cold, or because he rubbed it too hard, his feet were red and red at the moment, and the skin on the instep seemed to be scratched, showing a little bit of blood, but he didn't seem to feel it. I can't see the general, and they are still rubbing their feet together.

It was almost completely dark, and Si Jixia sat there, as if he was about to merge into the night.

He seemed to be scrubbing very seriously, but he didn't even notice that Dong Nuan walked up to him with a piece of firewood that still had a faint flame.

Dong Nuangu saw a long scratched red mark on the back of his foot at a glance, her heart shrank slightly, she raised her hand and grabbed Si Jixia's left shoulder, frowned and called him, "Peace."

Unexpectedly, Si Jixia acted as if he didn't hear it, he didn't raise his head and didn't respond, he just kept rubbing his feet, and raised his right foot as if to press down the wooden bucket placed aside to rinse his feet again.

"Peace!" Dong Nuangu finally couldn't bear it anymore, squeezed his shoulders harder, kicked the wooden barrel away from his feet, and at the same time raised his voice to call him again, his voice was a little trembling, and even a little Choking, "Don't wash anymore, your feet will be useless!"

For some reason, she likes to call him Ping An instead of Si Jixia. She always feels that Ping An is his real name, and that Ping An is more suitable for him.

"It's too dirty. If you don't wash it off, it will stain Miss Ah Nuan's eyes." Si Jixia's voice was very soft, so light that it would disappear into the night with a slight breeze.

Dongnuan felt his heart was suffocated, and for a moment he felt that his heart was blocked and it was difficult to breathe.

"Padang..." Dong Nuangu threw the firewood in his hand, and the firewood fell to the ground. The fire on it hit the water on the ground and went out instantly, and the surrounding area was swallowed by the night that seemed to suddenly darken.

Si Jixia leaned back and almost fell into the old well behind him. Fortunately, he leaned against the pulley so that he would not lose his balance.

In the night, his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief, he was so shocked that he even forgot to breathe.

Because at this very moment, Dong Nuan is hugging his shoulders lightly, but it makes him feel so tight that his heart is so oppressed that he forgets to beat, her hair brushes over his nose, he can clearly see Smell the faint fragrance of her body.

"I don't think you're dirty. I don't care if you eat with your hands or your feet. You don't have to torture yourself like this." Dong Nuan put her chin on Si Jixia's right shoulder, and her hand was on the cripple of his right arm. The broken part is not like a human limb, but like a broken branch. It is not bare, but a bit of a hand. There is no stump. His right arm is actually broken by the root!
No one knew how hard her heart was beating at that moment, how terrified she was, or how painful it was.

Dong Nuan Gu's actions and words made Si Ji Xia stunned like a stone statue, suddenly he stood up abruptly, pushed Dong Nuan Gu away with his injured left hand, before he could put on his shoes, he hurried towards He ran in the direction of the small building in front.

It's not walking, nor is it striding, but running, really running, which shows the degree of panic in his heart.

There were still his shoes by the well, but they were already wet by the water, as if they had been abandoned by someone.

Suddenly the wind blew up, and Dongnuan felt a little cold, but he still stood by the well for a long time before turning back to the kitchen.

Not long after, firewood was lit up again in the kitchen, accompanied by the sound of tinkling pots and pans, until late at night.

Si Jixia locked himself in his hut, sat on the cold ground with his back against the door, closed his eyes and raised his head back, leaning his head against the wooden door.

It's been a long, long time since he felt so embarrassed, as if everything was messed up.

Si Jixia didn't know how long he sat leaning against the door, until he heard light footsteps outside the door and the sound of something being placed on the ground, he slowly opened his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, there was only a light knock on the door, and it was just a knock on the door. There was no human voice, and then the sound of footsteps moved to the master bedroom next to it.

Si Jixia didn't intend to get up immediately, until he was sure that the people in the next room would not come out again, then he stood up slowly, raised his bare feet, and opened half of the door.

There was no one outside the house, only the dim light of the wind lamp in the porch, the cold wind from the pavement, and...the food boxes placed outside the threshold.

Si Jixia's feet on the threshold trembled slightly, he stared at the food box for a long time, then bent down, passed his hand through the handle of the food box, put the food box in the crook of his arm, turned around and lifted it When he entered the room, he raised his foot and closed the door while turning around.

Putting the food box on the bamboo couch, Si Jixia raised his trembling left hand, and carefully pushed the lid of the food box away with the back of his hand. Suddenly, a faint scent of rice flooded into his nose, without any burnt or burnt smell. , Si Jixia's hands trembled again in the dark room, seeing that he didn't turn on the lamp, so he put his bandaged hand into the food box, and brought out the bowl of porridge.

Even without the flames, his hand stuck to the wall of the bowl accurately without groping, as accurately as if he could see in the dark.

His injured palm didn't seem to feel any pain. He just pressed against the hot bowl wall without even shaking it. He just sat quietly on the bed and pressed his lips against the edge of the bowl to eat the rice porridge that was so hot that it almost burned his lips. He drank it slowly into his mouth, even though it was boiling hot, he didn't put down the bowl or hesitate to eat it until it cooled slightly.

It seems that what he is holding in his hands is a treasure, even if his lips and tongue are burned and his palms are burned, it doesn't matter.

She clearly didn't even know how to burn firewood just now, but now she can cook rice porridge that makes him feel delicious and sweet. She has been staying in the kitchen since just now, for... him?

The night was dark, and Si Jixia was standing in front of the third-tier flower stand in the innermost part of the room. After a while, he raised his hand and gently rotated the second small flower pot on the second-tier flower stand. The underground passageway slowly opened, the passageway was very dark, you could not see the road and you couldn't see your fingers. Si Jixia's figure slowly disappeared in the dark passageway, and then the sound of the mechanism closing was heard very softly.

About two quarters of an hour later, the entrance to the corridor opened again, and Si Jixia walked out slowly, opened the door and stood on the porch.

The dim light of the wind lamp under the porch illuminated his body slightly, and he saw that the cloak on his shoulders that he would never take off in front of Dong Nuangu had been taken off by him, and he was wearing a black short-fronted cotton dress, Wearing leggings, a pair of thick-soled black cloth shoes on the feet, a dark gray cloth belt around the waist, and a bunch of yellow-brown thin thread braided tassels hanging beside the belt. At this moment, a dark gray hair tie is neatly tied on the top of the head, and a dowry is carried on the back, like a poor scholar.

(End of this chapter)