Who is short, small, good-looking and useless? How can this person speak?
The ox cart bumped forward. Qin Zhao sat in the cart holding the wooden barrel. He just responded softly when he heard the words.
Jing Li looked at him through the water.
I always wonder what's going on when this person smiled.
The farmer who brought them here was named Lin. He was the second child in the family and everyone in the village called him Lin Lao Er.
Lin Lao Er was waving his whip to drive the cattle while talking to Qin Zhao in a loud voice: "But it's okay. You're so thin, you should eat some more! If you don't know how to cook, you can send it to my place and ask your aunt to cook you some sweet and sour carp!"
Jing Li: “…”
"Thank you, Uncle Lin." Qin Zhao sensitively stopped Jing Li's tail from splashing water and said calmly, "That's not necessary."
Lin Lao Er didn't care either.
He was obviously in a good mood today. He chatted with Qin Zhaodong for a while before finally letting him go and singing a little song to himself.
Jing Li flicked his tail and swam to the edge of the barrel.
Although this farmer always wanted to eat him, he was kind to Qin Zhao after all. If it weren't for him, who knows how long the sickly man would have been gone.
Don't be angry, don't be angry.
When he was tired, someone drove to pick him up. The sick boy was much luckier than him.
Jing Li quickly convinced himself not to care anymore and his attention was drawn to the outside world.
The rim of the barrel wasn't high, so he could just stick his head out and see the scenery outside. They had now left the forest and arrived at a place similar to a plain.
There were some ridges on both sides of the dirt road, and many people were bending over to work in the fields.
Now is the spring sowing season. Farmers make their living by sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn.
Jing Li had no experience in farm work, but he knew that plowing, sowing, fertilizing, weeding, harvesting and threshing were all strenuous work, so the more remote the mountain village, the more strong men were needed.
And the one beside him...
Being so sick, he probably has no labor capacity. This may be the reason why others look down on him.
In a flash, Jing Li imagined the tragic experience of being unable to work due to poor health, being looked down upon by his family, and being pointed at by fellow villagers.
This is what is written in novels.
"Do you like looking at me so much?" the man asked softly, and Jing Li realized that he was staring at this man in a daze again without realizing it.
Country roads are always bumpy and the ox cart was shaking violently. Qin Zhao could only hold the wooden barrel tightly with his arms to prevent water from splashing out.
It looked like she was holding him in her arms.
He still looks at people like this...
This realization made Jing Li suddenly feel a little embarrassed. He swung his tail and was about to dive into the water, but he saw Qin Zhao suddenly stretch out a hand towards him.
Jing Li subconsciously wanted to run.
"Don't move." Qin Zhao whispered.
Jing Li paused, and then the other party's fingertips fell on his forehead.
Jing Li smelled the medicinal fragrance on the other person again.
The fragrance was very light, with a hint of the bitterness that is common in herbs, but it was not unpleasant.
Qin Zhao's expression was focused. He tilted his head slightly, stroked the smooth fish scales with his fingertips, fiddled with the thin and transparent dorsal fin, and finally reached the soft and cool fish tail.
Jing Li just lay there motionless, letting him touch her. When he touched the tip of her tail, she subconsciously curled up and hooked his fingers around it.
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