Rural Demon Little Village Doctor

"Let's go into the mountain, walk at least another 20 miles today, and then camp. We'll start early tomorrow morning. Tomorrow night, we can soak in the hot spring in manquan canyon." Zhao Rui waved her glittering hand and was in a flying mood. The phone call to close the song obviously didn't bring much impact to her.

Xia Feng is also very happy. He is afraid that Zhao Rui will turn back. As long as he doesn't turn back, as long as he enters the mountain, he can't run away. Of course, everything depends on Zhao Rui.

Xia Feng said, "only the horse will follow."

Zhao Rui said with a smile, "is it good for a horse to follow suit?"

"It's only the horse's head." Xia Feng smiled.

"It's true." Zhao Rui smiled. "So, everything depends on me."

Xia Feng added, "only the horse is looking."

Zhao Rui giggled.

She is very happy.

This happiness comes from two aspects. First, the long-awaited donkey trip makes her happy, and second, Xia Feng, a donkey friend, makes her happy.

To achieve this effect, it is not only the Qi that Xia Feng has injected into her body, but also the performance of all aspects in recent days. Qigong, foreign language and humor can make her laugh from time to time. The assembly of all these can make this cold first beautiful anchor in Linjiang not avoid talking and laughing at him, and even flirt with him from time to time.

Dai Liang guessed that Xia Feng might be the crown prince of which family, so he asked a woman like Zhao Rui and Ma Xueqin to kneel down willingly. In fact, he was very wrong. How can a woman like Ma Xueqin and Zhao Rui succumb to a second generation, especially Zhao Rui, who can't get into her eyes, let alone let her kneel down, just want her to look at each other, which is a difficult thing to climb to heaven.

She is the kind of woman who really looks down on power. Money and power are vulgar and even dirty in her eyes.

Only those real talents can make her see and smile.

Zhao Rui not only maintained an excellent body, but also had good foot strength. As she expected, before dark, around six o'clock, they walked more than 20 miles to a mountain depression. Zhao Rui said, "there is indeed a stream here. We camped by the stream."

"Only the horse will follow." Xia Feng said again.

"Don't make me laugh any more. You have no strength to laugh, so you have to camp alone." Zhao Rui said she didn't laugh, but she giggled and beat Xia Feng on the shoulder with a small powder fist.

The charm of a young woman is intoxicating.

Xia Feng tied up the tent. The two tents were only one meter apart. He didn't ask Zhao Rui's opinion, and Zhao Rui had no opinion.

Then Xia Feng went to drag a tree killed by thunder. He didn't have to look for it. He could see where it was by borrowing the eagle's eye in the sky.

The tree is big enough and dried in the sun. There are small axes and knives in the mountaineering equipment. Xia Feng doesn't need them. He can grasp, twist and tear them down by hand to make good firewood.

Zhao Rui didn't practice Kung Fu, but she had some eyes. She picked up a piece of firewood, tried it, spit out her little pink tongue, reached out and touched Xia Feng's hand and said, "is your hand a mechanical arm?"

Xia Feng bent his arm and said, "I'm a new generation of iron man, Xia Feng."

Zhao Rui bent over with a smile.

Xia Feng found that she actually likes to laugh, and she smiles very well.

Some women can't smile. They look good. When they smile, they squint, frown and grin. They are ugly.

But Zhao Rui is very good-looking when she smiles. If she doesn't smile, it's a flower. When it blooms, it's blooming.

After getting the firewood and setting up the stove, Xia Feng took a look at the stream and accidentally found that there were fish in the stream.

"There seems to be fish in the stream. Shall we cook fresh fish soup at night?" donkey OK. It's usually chewing dry food and burning some blisters and noodles, but it's better if there are fish to eat.

"Is there really any fish?" Zhao Rui said suspiciously, "even if there are, we don't bring fishing rods."

"If you want any fishing rod, just grab it." Xia Feng said, took off his trousers, put on a trouser head and went down to the stream.

Seeing his strong thighs, Zhao Rui blushed quietly and said, "you can't catch it like this?"

Xia Feng said, "it depends on whether your face is big enough?"

"What?" Zhao Rui didn't understand and asked with a smile.

Xia Feng pointed to the middle of the stream and said, "Miss Zhao Rui, the first beautiful anchor in Linjiang, wants to eat fish. You can do it yourself."

It turned out that he meant this, and his appearance was very interesting. Like a magic stick, Zhao Rui bent over with a smile and said, "my face is not enough."

The words didn't drop, but Xia Feng bent down, put his hand into the stream, and then caught a palm sized carp.

"Ah, there are really fish. It's so big." Zhao Rui screamed, "I'll get the basin and don't let it run away."

She quickly took a basin. Xia Feng put the fish in the basin, and the fish jumped in the basin.

"We need to get some water." Zhao Rui jumped like a little girl to the stream and took a basin to pick up the water. He didn't want the fish to jump suddenly. He jumped into the water and disappeared.

"Ah, it escaped." Zhao Rui screamed, trying to catch it. Where can I catch it.

"Sorry." she looked at Xia Feng with an embarrassed face.

Her appearance made Xia Feng feel very interesting. He he said with a smile, "it's all right. You can draw half a basin of water first, and I'll catch it back."

"OK." Zhao Rui was happy again and hit half a basin of water. Xia Feng stretched his hand into the stream and the water was a fish.

"Wow, you're great." Zhao Rui exclaimed.

"Average, the third in the world." this mantra has been useless for a long time. When it is used now, it really makes Zhao Rui giggle.

Xia Feng caught a few more fish. They were not big. The biggest one was about half a kilo. It's OK to grow so big in the mountain stream.

Every time she catches a fish, Zhao Rui will shout happily. She is twenty-eight or nine. In the city, at work, she is a mature, elegant, capable and confident white-collar woman. At this moment, she seems to be only eleven or twelve years old, or even a little girl of seven or eight years old.

Xia Feng caught seven fish. Zhao Rui said, "tonight's dinner is enough. Don't catch any more. I'll take a knife and cut them up. In the evening, I can fry some fresh fish in soup."

She is an excellent cook and skilled at killing fish. Xia Feng can't cook. She is good at cooking. She burns the stove, puts it on the pot, and Zhao Rui comes to stew.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Rui brought wine and finished the dishes. She took out a bottle of red wine and said to Xia Feng, "let's have a little drink."

She bent her head, with a little playful taste, very attractive.

After dinner, it was completely dark.

Xia Feng also gave Zhao Rui an accident. He brought a harmonica. Of course, he bought it newly, but he used to play it. Now he plays a song in the evening outside Moscow to brighten Zhao Rui's eyes.

A woman like Zhao Rui likes the taste of petty bourgeoisie, red wine, music and a free heart.