Big traitor pregnant with my cub

Chapter 19 "You are not old, dragon | fine | tiger | fierce..."

The next day, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the weather finally cleared up. The sun rose and illuminated the earth, sweeping away the moisture from the past two days. Swallows stretched out and flew across the sky. crops.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi hurriedly moved all the things that needed to be dried at home to the yard to get rid of the mold. After the bedding was dried, he would no longer have to squeeze into the same bed with Xia Jing in the future.

After all, the bed is not big, so he himself has nothing to do with it. Xia Jing has to suffer with him after dragging his body like this, and he always feels a little bit sorry.

After finishing these, Zhou Yi was going to get breakfast at the aunt's house, and by the way, borrowed a ladder from Uncle Zhao's house next door, and tried to repair the roof in the morning.

The outer robe was stained by the blood seeping from the wound, and it was not completely dry after washing it yesterday, so he didn't care much about it, and put it on directly, planning to dry it when he came back.

Xia Jing woke up in the morning and vomited once, ate a sour plum to suppress the nausea, and now fell asleep again, so he didn't bother him when he went out.

One person went out, but two people came back.

Zhou Yi was carrying a ladder borrowed from Uncle Zhao's house next door, and the person carrying the food basket was not the aunt who had been coming to deliver the food, but a young girl.

Putting the ladder in the courtyard for the time being, Zhou Yi took the food basket from the girl and thanked her: "Thank you, Miss Zhao, for helping to carry it here."

The delicate-looking girl with two braids smiled shyly, and said softly: "Mr. Zhou, it's all right, but it's nothing more than a helping hand. Then take your time, I'll go back first."

Zhou Yi sent her to the gate of the yard, watched her go away, and went back to the house with a basket.

After such a short time, Xia Jing has already woken up, and at the same time, he also heard the voices of the two people in the yard.

"Why did someone else deliver the food today? Didn't you pick it up yourself?" He asked casually while eating.

"When I was chatting at my aunt's house, I mentioned that when I went back, I had to borrow a ladder to repair the roof. She was afraid that it would be inconvenient for me to carry things, so she asked her daughter to help carry the food basket."

Zhou Yi explained the ins and outs, but Xia Jing seemed uninterested: "Oh." After a few mouthfuls, he said he was full.

Seeing that he didn't eat much, Zhou Yi persuaded him: "Eat a little more, the others won't be able to eat it, so you have to eat this egg."

Xia Jing pursed her lips, still reached out to take the hard-boiled egg handed over by Zhou Yi, and slowly peeled it off and ate it bit by bit.

In the morning, apart from decocting medicine for Xia Jing, Zhou Yi also repaired several holes in the roof according to the original plan. This work was something he had never done before, and it was really easy to do.

First take the old wooden boards found in the house and lay them on the hole, and then use straw to spread a thick layer on top of the wooden boards. It was completely dry, and my feet were a little slippery, but there was no danger.

This busy work lasted the whole morning. In the room, Xia Jing had already finished flipping through the book "Saving the Red Dust", and he really liked this play. He wished he could rehearse it himself. Unfortunately, his current body couldn't help but mess around. Sadly this idea had to be shelved.

When Zhou Yi went into the room to clean up the medicine bowl, he was still reminiscing about the stories in the drama book with a full face.

"Okay, it's time to get back to my senses." Zhou Yi smiled and shook her head at him, unexpectedly this man was also somewhat obsessed with drama.

Xia Jing held the play book and his eyes glowed: "Can you stop selling this play, give it to me, okay?"

"This..." Zhou Yi originally wrote this play to sell it to the theater troupe in exchange for money, and hired a doctor for Xia Jing, but now there is no need to hire a doctor, but the medicine also costs a lot of money.

This old saying is good, a penny can't beat a hero, isn't that what they are doing now!

However, he frowned and pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, since you want it, I'll give it to you."

He tried to find a way about the money, but it really didn't work. Selling calligraphy and paintings is not a way to make money. If it is difficult to support himself, it will be in vain. For many years, the kung fu in the pen is no stranger.

Xia Jing was very happy when he heard the words, not only because he was happy to get his beloved drama book, but also because Zhou Yi was willing to change the original plan to accommodate him.

In the past many years, I have suffered a lot because of his smelly and stubborn literati temper. To have him treat each other like this is a good thing that I never dared to think about before.

When he became happy, there was a smile on his face, and even his originally pale face became radiant. He was originally born in a very good condition, and the shabby room suddenly became radiant because of him.

Happiness is contagious. Seeing him happy, Zhou Yi's mood also became happy unconsciously.

After such a delay, it was already time to cook lunch at the aunt's house, and Zhou Yi was ready to go out after explaining.

At this moment, the girl's voice from the morning suddenly sounded in the courtyard: "Mr. Zhou, is Mr. Zhou at home? Lunch has been brought to you."

Zhou Yi replied loudly: "Yes." Before the smile could be retracted, she hurried to the courtyard.

I don't know what happened, but because of such an episode, Xia Jingcai's joyful mood immediately disappeared, especially when he heard the girl in the yard answering Zhou Yi softly, he even felt extremely irritated.

So when Zhou Yi came back with the food basket, she felt that the shabby room that had been flourishing before had become gloomy again.

He's only been gone for a while, so what's the matter?

Although Zhou Yi was full of doubts, he would not break the casserole and ask the end.After all, the relationship between him and Xia Jing is somewhat embarrassing. In the past few days, both of them tacitly did not mention those things in the past, and guarded the precarious boundary. Once the boundary is crossed, I am afraid there will be no more peaceful life .

The lunch was very quiet, except that Xia Jing vomited twice in the middle of the meal, which caused a little trouble, but fortunately they were suppressed with sour plums in time.

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In this way, the days passed without waves.

Two days later, Xia Jing's medicine was about to run out, so Zhou Yi agreed with Uncle Zhao next door to take his car to the town.

This time, because he had to sell calligraphy and paintings to earn some money to buy medicine, he went out in the morning and would not come back until the afternoon at the earliest, so he couldn't eat lunch with Xia Jing.

However, he had already agreed with the aunt's family in advance that when the lunch was delivered, he would ask her to help deliver it to the house, and the aunt readily agreed.

In the past few days, the weather has improved, so the aunt will deliver the food as before, and occasionally, when she is not free, her daughter will help deliver it twice.

Although it is said that men and women are not close, the small villages are not as particular about it as the big cities. There are not many times like this, and Zhou Yi didn't say much. Originally, they were the ones who asked others for help, and it seemed impolite to make so many requests.

At the same time, Zhou Yi never noticed that every time the Zhao family girl came to deliver meals, Xia Jing's interest was not too high.

This day, Zhou Yi didn't return until the evening because of some things. When he came back, it was dark, and the dinner was just placed in Xia Jing's room, and it seemed that he hadn't touched it.

Zhou Yi tidied up the medicinal materials and other things that he had bought, and fried the second dose of medicine for the day, while asking him: "The rice is here, why don't you eat it?"

Xia Jing didn't answer, but instead asked him: "Why have you been here for so long, and everything has been done?"

"It's over." Zhou Yijing came back and handed him the bowl and chopsticks, "Eat, if you don't eat, I will finish it."

Xia Jing accepted it, but still didn't move.

Zhou Yi picked up the chopsticks and said, "What's the matter, is the food not to your taste, or is your body feeling unwell again?"

"None." He paused, then said calmly: "Today's meal was delivered by a girl from the Zhao family, and I chatted with her for a while."

"Oh, what did you say?" Zhou Yi thought about it. Xia Jing's words were meant to lead him to ask further questions, and since that was the case, he just followed the other party's wishes.

Sure enough, Xia Jing glanced at Zhou Yi, and continued: "It's nothing, I just asked about my body, and... I also asked about your affairs."

"Oh? Ask me what's the matter?"

"Ask if you are married, and whether you have a wife in your family." Xia Jing said calmly.

Zhou Yi chuckled lightly: "Then how did you tell her?"

Xia Jing put his arms around his chest and said coldly: "What else can I say, just tell the truth. Say that your original spouse has passed away, and now you are a widower!"

Zhou Yi nodded while eating: "That's not bad."

"Yeah, that's right, the girl from the Zhao family has a pretty appearance and a soft temperament, and she hasn't left the cabinet yet. I'm afraid a big matchmaker will come to your door tomorrow. You must not go out these few days. I won't receive the big matchmaker for you. "The words said clearly, it was clear that Xia Jing, who was sharp-tongued and refused to give in at all, had returned.

Zhou Yi didn't take it seriously, and joked with him: "Why did she remember to ask me, an old man, after seeing your personality and appearance?"

With one sentence, Xia Jing was successful, swept away the coldness on his face, and showed a smile again: "I guess people think that I am not in good health, and I need someone to take care of me when I am lingering in the sick bed. And what is the old man not the old man, you are not old, In the prime of life, the dragon | fine | tiger | is fierce..." He said the last sentence a little flutteringly, and his ears were slightly flushed.

Zhou Yi covered her lips and coughed twice: "The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes. How about it, I'll tell my aunt tomorrow that there are two big men living here, and the girl from the Zhao family always comes to deliver meals, which is bad for her reputation." good."

Xia Jing lowered his eyes, and his tone softened: "It's up to you, tell me what to say." Even so, the subordinates finally began to move their chopsticks to eat.

After the two had dinner, Zhou Yi cleaned up the dishes as usual, and was about to go out to wash the dishes when Xia Jing suddenly called him: "Hey, wait. Tonight...tonight, you..."

The author has something to say:

Looking forward to it in the early morning of Thursday, what exactly does Xia Jing want Lao Zhou to do hehehe