Chapter 29 Xu Zhiqing's Wolf Cub
Qian Meixiang clicked her tongue a few times and glanced up and down at Cheng Chuan. She wondered if he had gained some weight recently, making him look taller.
What kind of feed did Tian Aiping give him, for pigs?
Her son Yuanshan can still eat white rice every now and then, so why can't he grow so tall?
"Go wash the clothes!"
Cheng Chuan picked up the basin at the door and went to the river to wash clothes.
To wash her clothes, he would go to the mountains and find spring water.
It's clean there.
When washing their clothes, he was very casual and just rinsed them with dirty water once and considered them washed.
It's not hard to come here, but it's hard to talk to them.
So Cheng Chuan would rather go than speak.
He had no desire to talk to most people in the world.
Because talking is useless.
He told his father that he should come over early because his mother and he would wait for him to come home.
But Dad never came early, and finally he simply stopped coming.
He told his mother not to abandon him, saying that she was the only one he had, but his mother still abandoned him.
If he told his uncle and aunt that he was hungry, his aunt would beat him and scold him for being a money loser.
Don't speak, don't expect.
Life won’t be so hard.
The moon was reflected in the water. He reached out and shook the water, and the shadow of the moon dispersed.
When did Xu Ningjun stop wanting him?
He also wanted to know the date of his death.
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"Ningning, the noodles last night were so delicious. I'm still thinking about them now."
Xu Ningjun smiled and said, "Do you still want to eat something this delicious?"
“Yes!”
Wu Xiaohua nodded seriously, and Xu Ningjun put down his chopsticks. "The noodles were cooked by Cheng Chuan, the vegetables were cut by Cheng Chuan, and the fire was lit by Cheng Chuan. If you still want to eat, go find Cheng Chuan every day and drag him over. Then we'll have something delicious."
Although it is true...
Wu Xiaohua always felt like a toy, a little more rounded, just like the bridge where the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl met.
She couldn't remember her name.
"Okay, okay, I'll give it a try."
Xu Ningjun stood up with a smile, "Come on, I'll go out for a walk too."
The two went to the fields and saw Cheng Chuanjing working.
The people in charge of the land reclamation were extremely motivated and started working early.
Xu Ning raised his eyebrows slightly because he didn't see Tian Aiping today.
It's over. Our Cheng Chuanzhi is no longer likable and Tian Aiping ignores him.
"Cheng Chuan."
As soon as she opened her mouth to call him, a man screamed in panic, dropped his hoe and ran away in panic.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!”
Xu Ningjun stopped and saw a brown thing rushing into the field, running around recklessly.
"Help, wild boar, the wild boar is running down."
Wild boars often run down the mountain and destroy crops in the fields.
Everyone is afraid of this thing and hates it.
Cheng Chuan looked over and saw that it was a half-grown wild boar. It was not accompanied by its mother and had come down the mountain at this time of year, probably just for fun.
He didn't intend to care, and the wild boar chased the man up the field.
The young educated youth stood on it.
Xu Ningjun didn't move at all, pretending to be dead.
She had never seen a wild boar before, but she had heard that wild boars would not kill people and would not chase you as long as you didn't run.
Seeing the wild boar rushing towards her, she closed her eyes tightly and heard a loud crash.
“Boom.”
The smell of blood filled the air, and Xu Ningjun slowly opened his eyes.
The hoe pierced into the wild boar's back. The wild boar howled in pain, its eyes turned red, and it ran around wildly.
The man exerted force with his arms, knocked it over, stepped on its head, and twisted it to the right.
After a click, the wild boar stopped moving.
Pig blood splashed out, Cheng Chuan tilted his head, but it still stained his face.
He raised his hand, wiped it away with the back of his hand, and frowned in disgust.
Silence fell as everyone stared at the man. His body was covered in blood, his chest heaving, his face cold and expressionless.
For someone who has killed someone, the bloody smell and brutality are the most frightening.
Every autumn when they went hunting in the mountains, everyone relied on Cheng Chuan, but was also afraid of him.
Others might mutter a few words of "Amitabha" or pray a few words, but they dare not look at the dying prey caught in the trap.
Only he was swift and agile, his black eyes were so still that there was no trace of humanity, like a god without desires.
It is like a wild beast released into the mountains, never showing mercy.
It was also the first time that Xu Ningjun saw Cheng Chuan like this, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
He glanced sideways at her, then looked away.
"Brother Chuan, I, I also helped you hold down the wild boar."
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