woman and sea

Chapter 10

Yang Fan woke up to a familiar smell.

As for this "familiar taste", it is naturally the smell of the soup that I smelled before.

At this time, the aroma is also stronger than before.

I don't know if it was the illusion caused by Yang Fan's starvation.

After a while, Yang Fan opened his eyes feebly.

She seemed to sense that someone was by her side.

So she turned her head and glanced to the side.

Well, that little girl from just now.

"So... are you dragging me back again?... It's fucking terrible... What did you say you ran just now, can I still eat you?..."

Yang Fan rolled his eyes fiercely, nearly knocking his eyeballs out of their sockets.

Then, she turned her head again, continued to look up to the sky, and with a particularly exaggerated drama accent, she began to murmur weakly: "Ah, I'm so hungry... This dear, lovely little girl like Zhao Linger Sister, would you tell me how to say 'I want to eat'..."

"Here."

The little girl pursed her lips and smiled, ignoring Yang Fan's flamboyant acting skills, only carefully lifted her up, let her sit on her shoulders, and handed her a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

There is more than half a bowl of rice in a stoneware bowl made of earthenware.

Although Yang Fan, who was born in the north, is a devout "wheatenist", she is no longer allowed to "hold her ground" when she is hungry. Since she has risen to the level of belief, this behavior cannot be called a "picky eater" "Are.

Therefore, Yang Fan, who was forced to waver, grabbed the bowl and chopsticks, eager to swallow the small bowl in one gulp, and started to gobble it up.

"You are so strange, you don't pour soup when you eat, and you are not afraid of being choked?" The little girl couldn't help laughing when she saw Yang Fan's appearance like he hadn't eaten enough for hundreds of years.

"I'm so fucking hungry, okay?... That number is only picky when it's full, and I'm a starving ghost reincarnated, I can't wait to eat this bowl!"

Yang Fan, who was raised to be civilized and polite, stopped his chopsticks reflexively, swallowed the food in his mouth, and then answered the little girl's question in a serious manner.

Then, Yang Fan picked up the bowls and chopsticks again, and continued to disregard her appearance, raking the rice into her mouth like a hungry dog, until her cheeks were swollen, like a hamster stuffed with beans. .

"puff!!--"

But there was an indescribable muffled sound.

Of course, this wasn't farting, but Yang Fan's masticatory muscles twitched.

Immediately afterwards, just like the sphincter muscle that can't hold the excrement when defecation strikes, the shock strikes, so that Yang Fan's masticatory muscles can't hold the so much rice in her mouth.

While eating there, Yang Fan suddenly realized with a "BIU—" that he seemed to have overlooked something very important.

"Oh!—are you...are you all right?...Are you choking?..."

Startled by Yang Fan's sudden accident of spraying rice, the little girl was stunned for a while, and then belatedly remembered to give Yang Fan a handkerchief, and hurriedly took the pottery water bottle and pottery water bottle. He poured Yang Fan a glass of cold water from a small bowl, then carefully stroked Yang Fan's back with his palm, and patted her back lightly to comfort her.

"Damn!——It's okay, you bird!——You can speak Mandarin, and you were talking to me about those idiot dialects just now?! You love to talk?!——" Yang Fan said while not wanting Throwing the "hygienic ball" at the little girl like money, he grinned his teeth and said in a hateful voice, "Girl, although you are the savior of the Sa family, the Sa family still wants to give you a good look! —— Do wool! ..."

"Hmm...Actually...I really don't understand your language.——Also, your language is so strange, it's kind of hard to understand...What does 'it's nothing like a bird' mean? I was just now I'm asking if you're okay, not asking if the birds flying outside are okay..." The little girl rested her chin with her thumb and forefinger, and turned her face slightly, looking thoughtful.

"Uh... Well, let's get down to business, say a word. So what—then we can communicate normally now, what's going on?—Wait, let me guess, what will you use next? Is it the enchantment or something to deceive me?——" Yang Fan raised his eyebrows dangerously, his face full of treachery.

The little girl hurriedly waved her hands: "Hmm...you...look at this.——" As she spoke, she took something from the low table beside her and handed it to Yang Fan.

"What the hell?..." Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, stretched his neck over the little girl's shoulders, and looked into her hands.

That's a compass.

It is still a compass that Yang Fan is very familiar with.

It is exactly the compass that Yang Fan dug out from the rotten wood in the exhibition hall.

Yang Fan frowned, took the compass from the little girl, squinted his eyes like an old man, held the compass far away, approached the light source, and looked carefully.

It was indeed the compass she had dug out of the rotten wood.

But she didn't remember that she had any act or even plan to "steal state property".

She was just curious.

It's really just "curiosity", that's all.

"This compass... where did you pick it up?..." Yang Fan asked, stuttering.

The little girl smiled and shook her head: "Well, I didn't pick it up, I took it out of your pants pocket. ——I found this when I helped you wash your clothes."

Seeing that Yang Fan drank the water in the bowl, the little girl took the water bottle and poured her another bowl, then returned to her side and sat cross-legged, continuing to lean against her: "At first I didn't It took it to heart. When I was scared by you just now, I saw that you hadn't chased me for a long time, so I went back and took a look, and found that you passed out on the beach.

Then I put your things, this compass - oh, yes, and this iron... I don't know what it is, and then I put them by your side, thinking about letting you Fend for itself. ——At this moment, I heard you say, 'Amitabha, don't be fucking high tide, Amen'.

Then I was very strange, thinking why I could understand what you said, so I tried it and found that when I was standing beside you with this compass, I could understand what you said. "

"Oh—where are there so many monkeys... So you later set out my password when I was unconscious?"

Yang Fan picked up the pottery bowl and took a sip of water, then approached the little girl with a little coercion, sneered and said with a stern face: "Take it seriously, the Sa family guarantees that you won't be beaten to death."

"Uh?!—No...no!...I, I don't even know what the '□□' you mentioned, I...I don't even have a 'issue card'..."

"Oh—then what did you ask?"

"I... I just asked about your gender... because it is easier to judge... If you can understand it and it is consistent with the facts, then...then there should be something else hidden... right?... ..." The little girl explained cautiously.

"Oh...then what did I say?" Yang Fan asked.

"You said 'Of course my wife is a woman'."

The little girl answered truthfully without the slightest emotion, just like Google Translate, jumping out word by word.

"I'll go..." Yang Fan embarrassed.

"Huh? Where are you going?" The little girl didn't know why.

"Go to the latrine!—"

After speaking, Yang Fan propped his arms on the ground, got up slowly, and walked out of the tent with the compass and multi-function knife without looking back.

But the little girl was sitting dumbly, tilting her head stupidly, opening her mouth slightly, looking at the place where Yang Fan's back disappeared with a face of inexplicable.

After a while, she murmured just now: "This person...is so strange..."

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Yang Fan woke up to a familiar smell.

As for this "familiar taste", it is naturally the smell of the soup that I smelled before.

At this time, the aroma is also stronger than before.

I don't know if it was the illusion caused by Yang Fan's starvation.

After a while, Yang Fan opened his eyes feebly.

She seemed to sense that someone was by her side.

So she turned her head and glanced to the side.

Well, that little girl from just now.

"So... are you dragging me back again?... It's fucking terrible... What did you say you ran just now, can I still eat you?..."

Yang Fan rolled his eyes fiercely, nearly knocking his eyeballs out of their sockets.

Then, she turned her head again, continued to look up to the sky, and with a particularly exaggerated drama accent, she began to murmur weakly: "Ah, I'm so hungry... This dear, lovely little girl like Zhao Linger Sister, would you tell me how to say 'I want to eat'..."

"Here."

The little girl pursed her lips and smiled, ignoring Yang Fan's flamboyant acting skills, only carefully lifted her up, let her sit on her shoulders, and handed her a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

There is more than half a bowl of rice in a stoneware bowl made of earthenware.

Although Yang Fan, who was born in the north, is a devout "wheatenist", she is no longer allowed to "hold her ground" when she is hungry. Since she has risen to the level of belief, this behavior cannot be called a "picky eater" "Are.

Therefore, Yang Fan, who was forced to waver, grabbed the bowl and chopsticks, eager to swallow the small bowl in one gulp, and started to gobble it up.

"You are so strange, you don't pour soup when you eat, and you are not afraid of being choked?" The little girl couldn't help laughing when she saw Yang Fan's appearance like he hadn't eaten enough for hundreds of years.

"I'm so fucking hungry, okay?... That number is only picky when it's full, and I'm a starving ghost reincarnated, I can't wait to eat this bowl!"

Yang Fan, who was raised to be civilized and polite, stopped his chopsticks reflexively, swallowed the food in his mouth, and then answered the little girl's question in a serious manner.

Then, Yang Fan picked up the bowls and chopsticks again, and continued to disregard her appearance, raking the rice into her mouth like a hungry dog, until her cheeks were swollen, like a hamster stuffed with beans. .

"puff!!--"

But there was an indescribable muffled sound.

Of course, this wasn't farting, but Yang Fan's masticatory muscles twitched.

Immediately afterwards, just like the sphincter muscle that can't hold the excrement when defecation strikes, the shock strikes, so that Yang Fan's masticatory muscles can't hold the so much rice in her mouth.

While eating there, Yang Fan suddenly realized with a "BIU—" that he seemed to have overlooked something very important.

"Oh!—are you...are you all right?...Are you choking?..."

Startled by Yang Fan's sudden accident of spraying rice, the little girl was stunned for a while, and then belatedly remembered to give Yang Fan a handkerchief, and hurriedly took the pottery water bottle and pottery water bottle. He poured Yang Fan a glass of cold water from a small bowl, then carefully stroked Yang Fan's back with his palm, and patted her back lightly to comfort her.

"Damn!——It's okay, you bird!——You can speak Mandarin, and you were talking to me about those idiot dialects just now?! You love to talk?!——" Yang Fan said while not wanting Throwing the "hygienic ball" at the little girl like money, he grinned his teeth and said in a hateful voice, "Girl, although you are the savior of the Sa family, the Sa family still wants to give you a good look! —— Do wool! ..."

"Hmm...Actually...I really don't understand your language.——Also, your language is so strange, it's kind of hard to understand...What does 'it's nothing like a bird' mean? I was just now I'm asking if you're okay, not asking if the birds flying outside are okay..." The little girl rested her chin with her thumb and forefinger, and turned her face slightly, looking thoughtful.

"Uh... Well, let's get down to business, say a word. So what—then we can communicate normally now, what's going on?—Wait, let me guess, what will you use next? Is it the enchantment or something to deceive me?——" Yang Fan raised his eyebrows dangerously, his face full of treachery.

The little girl hurriedly waved her hands: "Hmm...you...look at this.——" As she spoke, she took something from the low table beside her and handed it to Yang Fan.

"What the hell?..." Yang Fan raised his eyebrows, stretched his neck over the little girl's shoulders, and looked into her hands.

That's a compass.

It is still a compass that Yang Fan is very familiar with.

It is exactly the compass that Yang Fan dug out from the rotten wood in the exhibition hall.

Yang Fan frowned, took the compass from the little girl, squinted his eyes like an old man, held the compass far away, approached the light source, and looked carefully.

It was indeed the compass she had dug out of the rotten wood.

But she didn't remember that she had any act or even plan to "steal state property".

She was just curious.

It's really just "curiosity", that's all.

"This compass... where did you pick it up?..." Yang Fan asked, stuttering.

The little girl smiled and shook her head: "Well, I didn't pick it up, I took it out of your pants pocket. ——I found this when I helped you wash your clothes."

Seeing that Yang Fan drank the water in the bowl, the little girl took the water bottle and poured her another bowl, then returned to her side and sat cross-legged, continuing to lean against her: "At first I didn't It took it to heart. When I was scared by you just now, I saw that you hadn't chased me for a long time, so I went back and took a look, and found that you passed out on the beach.

Then I put your things, this compass - oh, yes, and this iron... I don't know what it is, and then I put them by your side, thinking about letting you Fend for itself. ——At this moment, I heard you say, 'Amitabha, don't be fucking high tide, Amen'.

Then I was very strange, thinking why I could understand what you said, so I tried it and found that when I was standing beside you with this compass, I could understand what you said. "

"Oh—where are there so many monkeys... So you later set out my password when I was unconscious?"

Yang Fan picked up the pottery bowl and took a sip of water, then approached the little girl with a little coercion, sneered and said with a stern face: "Take it seriously, the Sa family guarantees that you won't be beaten to death."

"Uh?!—No...no!...I, I don't even know what the '□□' you mentioned, I...I don't even have a 'issue card'..."

"Oh—then what did you ask?"

"I... I just asked about your gender... because it is easier to judge... If you can understand it and it is consistent with the facts, then...then there should be something else hidden... right?... ..." The little girl explained cautiously.

"Oh...then what did I say?" Yang Fan asked.

"You said 'Of course my wife is a woman'."

The little girl answered truthfully without the slightest emotion, just like Google Translate, jumping out word by word.

"I'll go..." Yang Fan embarrassed.

"Huh? Where are you going?" The little girl didn't know why.

"Go to the latrine!—"

After speaking, Yang Fan propped his arms on the ground, got up slowly, and walked out of the tent with the compass and multi-function knife without looking back.

But the little girl was sitting dumbly, tilting her head stupidly, opening her mouth slightly, looking at the place where Yang Fan's back disappeared with a face of inexplicable.

After a while, she murmured just now: "This person...is so strange..."

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