Boyfriend Meng A, from ancient times

Chapter 68 The Enemy of Life

Yuancheng has really entered autumn, I wore a thicker coat, and bought He Shiye clothes according to my preferences.

As always, my preference is oversize. He is already tall, but when he oversizes, he looks even taller. I am stunned. How do ancient people look more nutritious than modern people?

After changing our clothes, we are about to set off.

I called Ms. Liang yesterday and asked her the exact location of the master.But she only gave me a rough address, because the uncle in the community can only remember so much.

We took a taxi and drove there. The driver provided a lot of information along the way.

Master driver: "I'm from another place, I didn't expect you young people to believe this."

I answered out of politeness, "Yes, just to have a look and play."

The master driver clicked his tongue twice and shook his head, "It's not working in the past few years, and the rest are the apprentices of the masters, and the masters have all found places to live in seclusion."

When I heard it, the driver seemed quite understanding, "Master, do you know of a master who... likes to sell paintings?"

"Oh boy, you can't talk nonsense!" The driver was taken aback, as if I had touched some taboo, "That's called asking for a painting from a master, please a spirit!"

It turns out that it is quite particular, and it sounds like a real thing.

I fiddled with the painting in my hand, and continued to ask: "Which master would it be more effective to ask for a painting?"

The driver master pondered for a moment, then patted the steering wheel, "Master Du Yuan, she likes to ask people for amulets with scrolls, I don't know if she is still in Lingcun these two years, but her apprentice must be there, you go and try it. "

I thanked the master, and leaned on the back seat and looked out the car window. The tall buildings gradually dwindled, the roadside gradually turned green, the bumps under the wheels gradually became obvious, and my mobile phone network became 3G.

Since I was continuously whipped by Mr. Fire Stick yesterday morning to noon and even afternoon, my waist is a little sore after sitting for a long time. I am obviously 28 years old and in the prime of life, why is one stimulus so useless.

Yesterday it wasn't too obvious. Where the pain was, it was clear pain, not uncomfortable, but today it was sore in the muscles.

When I woke up in the morning, I just wanted to get up, and the root of my thigh was sore and sore like a muscle strain. I turned to Baidu Encyclopedia, and it said that I had accumulated lactic acid after strenuous exercise.

At that time, I didn't feel suddenly enlightened. I just sighed that for me at a young age, making love was considered a strenuous exercise.

Does making love count as strenuous exercise, or is it considered strenuous exercise to have sex with a fellow who is too strong and energetic?

I can't think about it because I have no other experience.

The pain in my back made me sigh. He Shi is a very caring friend. He opened my coat with his big warm hands, separated by a layer of clothes... No, he seems to have opened the sweater in my coat. Yes, his big hands Right on the skin of my lower back.

Yes, quite conscientious, not the kind of professional sex buddy who pulls up his pants and refuses to recognize people, he still has a little sympathy left, and he knows how to rub my waist.

I felt the hot massage, wondering if he could massage all the sore muscles all over my body, including the roots of my thighs.

"Brother Meng." He moved to my side and separated his knees a little, "Didn't you say that it will take nearly an hour to lie on my lap and sleep for a while?"

Alas, the treatment of friends in arms is really good, at least much better than that of brothers.

Back in the day, in order to reproduce the plots of idol dramas, from bus planning to taxis, I failed to sleep on my shoulders in the end. Now, it takes no effort to get it.

I covered my mouth with my right hand and yawned. It was a fake yawn, just to show that I was really sleepy and really needed to sleep on his lap, instead of just sticking to him as soon as he beckoned.

Moreover, yawning can be rated as one of the ugliest moments of human beings, which is comparable to when I just woke up. He Shi has seen too many swollen moments when I just woke up, so I won’t poison his vision much now.

I moved my position and was about to lie down, and I will be able to have intimate contact with Jiayi immediately. In our relationship, the intimate contact after getting out of bed is more precious.

I didn't care about everything in the front seat, I was counting down to my lap, three, two, one...

"Let's sleep on this! I like to pick up long distances, and I have all the equipment!"

I paused, and the driver in front of me smiled and handed over a pillow.He parked the car on the side of the road, threw the pillow to me, and got out of the car to get a blanket from the back seat.

I thank him for his thoughtfulness, but I don't really need comfort right now, I want to pillow on a man's thigh!

Taxi driver, my lifelong enemy.

Suddenly, He Shi took the pillow from my arms, put it on his lap, patted it and looked at me, "The height is so right."

Oops, it's moderate, it's moderate, it's too moderate, it means let me sleep on it, I suppressed the corners of my mouth that were about to turn up, and shook the blanket away.

The carriage was bumping, and I closed my eyes to meditate. Probably because the frequency and amplitude of the shaking were too stable, I really fell asleep. I don’t know how long it took, but I was awakened by the sudden brake of the driver.

"What's wrong..." I propped up half of my body and looked forward.

The driver master wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's okay, it's a wild dog, it scared me to death, I thought it was something dirty, sorry, sorry."

I rubbed my eyes and sat up, and in the distance, I could already see the gate tower of Lingcun.

I was arranging my deformed hair, but the driver master didn't intend to start again, "Master, why don't you go?"

He turned his head, a little embarrassed, and pointed to the bungalow in front of him, "Young man, we are most afraid of accidents when driving. It's too evil in there, so I won't go there. I'll give you some money back. You guys in this short section Go by yourself."

Is it so evil?If it weren't for the time traveler beside me, I would just listen to these things for fun.

But I saw that the driver's condition was not good, so I forced him to drive in so that no accidents would happen, so I nodded and agreed.

We got off the bus halfway, and told the driver to be careful on the way back, and walked slowly towards Lingcun.

The closer you get, the more you realize that the sky and clouds in Ling Village are extremely clear in blue and white, and the shallow stream that flows into the village is also very clear.

When we arrived at the entrance of the village, there was an old man sitting on the stone pier under the gate. When I was more than one meter away from him, he raised his head, "Ah... Boss Meng, long time no see."

Is he... greeting me?But I haven't been here at all. Could it be that my grandfather and I look too much alike, and he made a mistake?But my face has not reached the realm of seventy-eighty.

I tentatively said, "We know each other?"

The old man laughed a few times, and turned his eyes to He Shi again, "Ask him, do we know each other?"

I looked at He Shi as I said, but he didn't look at me, he just looked at the grandfather, as if there was really something unknown, conveyed in their eyes.

In the end, He Shi didn't say anything, nodded to the old man, and said to hurry into the village.

After walking a dozen steps, I couldn't help being curious, and turned my head to look at him, "You guys know each other? But...you are not from the same world."

"Everything is interconnected, Brother Meng, keep going, you will know."

He was chattering all of a sudden, I didn't ask any more questions, anyway, I'll know everything when I find the master.

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Don't talk about the past life first, but a little later, wait a little longer