Xiaoshou, be good, open the door

The two walked slowly step by step, and soon a group of students passed them behind them, laughing and laughing wildly as they walked forward.Zhao Chenxi sighed: "It's good to be young. You can see that they are all happy like this, but we adults are rarely moved by one thing or happy by a scenery."

Zhao Wei thought about his words carefully, yes, after growing up and experiencing, the heart was polished by the sand of the years, and covered with a thick layer of calluses. It must have been a painful and bleeding process for him to shine.

"Zhao Wei, look, do you know what this is?" Zhao Chenxi pointed to a green and soft plant and asked Zhao Wei.

Zhao Wei saw that there were small red fruits bearing on the plant, and the fruits were packed together with small beads, the bright red was very beautiful: "What, I haven't seen it before."

"We call it Zanpaner here, but I always think it's the raspberry in Lu Xun's "From Baicao Garden to Three Bookstores". Do you think it looks like a small ball made of coral beads?"

"You are a literary youth, I have no culture, is this delicious?" Zhao Wei picked one and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Zhao Wei, you spit it out, what if it is poisonous?"

"I can't spit it out, I've already eaten it. Zhao Chenxi, I'll leave you a will. My bank card is in my wallet, and the password is 222222."

"Zhao Wei, you really are two, it's okay, I ate it when I was a child, what's the taste?"

"Sweet and sour taste of love." Zhao Wei imitated Zhang Nala in the advertisement, squinting his eyes and throwing a wink.

Zhao Chenxi covered her mouth as if vomiting, and Zhao Wei was amused when she saw it: "Zhao Chenxi, this is the rhythm of morning sickness, do you have it?"

"I have it, it's yours." Zhao Chenxi regretted it after finishing speaking, why did Zhao Wei's mouth no longer have creases, and everything protruded outward.

Sure enough, Zhao Wei picked up the topic, and groped Zhao Chenxi's stomach with his big hands: "Which time did I let you get pregnant?"

Zhao Chenxi knocked off Zhao Wei's claws, he knew that he would never get Zhao Wei's advantage with his mouth, so shutting up was the best choice.

Zhao Wei was also very knowledgeable. The two of them walked down with their arms. After walking a few steps, Zhao Wei hugged his stomach and yelled: "Zhao Chenxi, it's not good, my stomach hurts."

"No way, Zhao Wei, that one is really not poisonous, I ate it when I was a child."

"Why don't you try it again, Zhao Chenxi, my stomach hurts like being stabbed with a knife, I can't do it, I'm about to give birth."

Zhao Chenxi saw that Zhao Wei's face was pale with sweat rolling on his forehead, and he panicked: "Zhao Wei, when are you still poor, don't scare me, hurry up, we're almost at the cableway, I'll ask them to find a special car to take us down the mountain .”

Zhao Wei couldn't wait any longer, he vomited profusely, and there were traces of blood in the filth that he vomited.

Zhao Chenxi was terrified: "Zhao Wei, what's the matter with you, is it very uncomfortable, just hold on."

"Zhao Chenxi, don't worry, I'm a scourge who will live for thousands of years and won't die. You are not a murderer." At the end, Zhao Wei's voice was low and inaudible.

Zhao Chenxi's hands were trembling. He called the tour guide and almost yelled on the phone, "Come and help me, my friend has food poisoning."

The tour guide was not far away from them. He ran over to see Zhao Wei's appearance and was terrified. He arranged for them to take the cable car down the mountain, and at the same time called to switch the car. When they got down the mountain, Zhao Wei curled up in pain. Without saying a word, he picked up his back and walked to the parking lot.

Zhao Wei is a big man weighing more than 150 kilograms, and Zhao Chenxi is a frail scholar. This way, Zhao Chenxi almost gritted his teeth and walked past him step by step. Zhao Wei lay on Zhao Chenxi's back like a dead dog. He kept on saying, "Zhao Chenxi, if you are crooked, I will promise you with my body. You have moved me."

Zhao Chenxi's sweat got into his eyes and it hurt, he growled lowly: "Zhao Wei, shut up."

"It can't be closed. I'm afraid that if I don't say it, I won't have a chance. Zhao Chenxi, it's all your fault. You have to be responsible. I'll never let you go even if I'm a ghost."

Zhao Chenxi couldn't help but smile bitterly, grabbed Zhao Wei's long legs with both hands, and pinched his ass up hard. At that moment, Zhao Chenxi became evil, and he asked sinisterly: "Zhao Wei, you are dying anyway, tell me you are To do 1 or to do 0?"