MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 103 Ghost face five uncles of Shura field
The intersection between the two of them today is pitiful, apart from being sneaky and awake, the opportunity to get close like this is simply "once in a lifetime". Congliang stood there for a while with a look of regret, wishing that a time machine would drop from the sky and send her back. At the point just now, she was willing to throw her feet upside down without turning back.
However, there is no time machine. Time is as ruthless as time. Congliang sighed regretfully in his heart, and silently changed the dirty pants that had been stained with porridge.
After a few mouthfuls, he choked the flower roll in, dried a bottle of glucose, and walked out of the private room with a sullen head.
Breakfast was also being eaten outside the door, and the aroma of flower rolls overflowing in the room reminded Congliang of regret. The two old men who decided to go downstairs with her to collect supplies today have not finished their meal yet. From Liang to the bathroom, they spread their hair out, grabbed a comb and brushed absent-mindedly. Long hair, or in the end times when water resources are scarce, I have always wanted to cut it off.
Both attempts were blocked by the system. The system said that long hair can better show the charm of women, so it stopped me from cutting it. I was once annoyed by Cong Liang and told the truth. The original words of the system were: "You don't want to use it. All kinds of charming skills, you look in the mirror, your natural eyebrows and eyes are too heroic, men are visual animals, if you cut your hair short again, maybe your big treasure is on a whim that day, and I will bow to you!"
Congliang, who hasn't looked in the mirror much for a long time, especially when she looked in the mirror, she was not convinced. She has won Da Baoer with this face for several lifetimes. She took the connotative route...
But thinking of Ding Mao, who is like a seamless egg, really makes her have nowhere to bite. As long as there is a way, Congliang will not hide all day long. Obviously, she is not the style that Uncle Ding likes. What kind of style does Dad Ding like? , Lolita?
Congliang pinned the wooden comb to his head, turned around in place, waved his long hair and looked back at the mirror with a smile, his heroic eyebrows raised, and his long hair flicked over the corners of his slanted lips...what's the matter with being a little handsome? .
This washroom is for public use, and the rest are to prevent the mice from being locked up. Look around to see if there is no one, and put your little hands up on the orchid finger in place. It looks pretty good by itself. It seems that no one practices Lolita to be cute.
"Emma, stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop!" the system said in the head, "I eat noodles so much, can you stop being disgusting?"
With a paralyzed face, he raised his hand halfway, and went around to the top of his head, grabbed the comb, and began to comb his hair with his eyes empty. The long hair that reached his waist was combed down from the root, "Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka..." Small and dense 's broken voice.
Comb to the head, brush the broken hair wrapped around the head on the wooden comb, throw it into the trash can, and then comb it down from the root, "kakakakakaka..."
The system sucked and choked, "You are so amazing, I won't let you cut it, so you plan to comb it out and go bald, right?"
Cong Liang ignored the system expressionlessly, looked down to see that there was indeed a lot of stuff in the trash can, and tutted a little irritably in his heart.
"Kakakakakaka..." After a while, the wooden comb in Cong Liang's hand was suddenly pulled away. She suddenly looked up at the mirror. Ding Mao had a towel on her shoulder and a toothbrush in her mouth. She didn't know what to do. When he stood behind her, he looked at her in the mirror.
"It's a little long," Ding Mao said vaguely, "I'll cut it for you when I find time."
As he spoke, he grasped the wooden comb and combed it upwards from the tip. It was very gentle, and there was no sound of breaking the hair again, and he combed it quickly. He stretched a finger to hook the rubber band on Congliang's wrist, three or two. She neatly tied a high ponytail to her.
Congliang only felt that her scalp and her hooked wrist were numb and crisp. Ding Mao gently patted her head after she groomed her, "Go out and wait for me, I'll go with me today."
"Okay." Congliang replied like a dream, twitched his ponytail, the corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably, and Ding Mao took a shower, but after she answered, she couldn't move, she just wanted to walk over, hug him and bow slightly waist.
After Ding Mao finished brushing his teeth, he opened his mouth nicely. Congliang still stood still and his eyes were straight. He couldn't help raising his eyebrows. Looking at Congliang through the mirror, he found that she was staring blankly at him. Slowly pursed lips.
"What are you looking at?" Ding Mao turned his head and asked Congliang. Congliang was shocked and quickly walked out of the bathroom, his cheeks flushed slightly.
With a single back, he can make up a lot of waste in his brain, and he was caught. Cong Liang felt that he might be going crazy, thinking that his own man would be crazy.
After Ding Mao finished washing up, he quickly swallowed two flower rolls and a bowl of porridge, and followed Cong Liang and the two uncles downstairs.
Nearby neighborhoods were basically the same. A few people walked all the way, but the receipts were very small. The watch that the uncle carried showed that it was 1:00 pm. Only at the bottom of a neighborhood, he found a small store without a sign.
I was lucky to find a store that wasn't looted. What is even more exciting is that the small store looks small, but it is not small inside. The household is basically complete, rice, flour, grain, oil and even some coarse grains, and the reserves are not small.
If these things were moved upstairs, their reserves would be able to stabilize the consumption for a long time, but these things, it is impossible to take them up at one time, they don't have a car, and they only have enough time to go back and forth today.
Congliang and Dingmao were carrying and carrying them together, and even the two old men were holding a bunch of them. When they left, they covered the curtains in the room. Because they were kicked open violently, there was an obvious gravure on the iron door. Congliang turned the door over. With bare hands, they flattened the top of the outer head from the inside, stood up again, disguised as if they had never driven before, and then a few people carried their things back.
When going upstairs, Congliang looked at Ding Mao's sweaty figure with great distress, and decided that no matter if it was shocking or not, he would not drag the system out tomorrow and use it for transportation. , it is not uncommon for mutants to conquer mutant animals, strictly speaking.
A few people carried their things back upstairs. Tonight's dinner was very rich. Not only the main food was fragrant oil cakes, but also a soup made from instant noodle soup, and many small snacks in bags that they brought back.
Several uncles with good wine got together for a drink. Ding Mao was also dragged over and praised as a lucky star. After going out once, he found a store, and Fei persuaded him to drink too.
Cong Liang grinned and ate the things pushed by a group of aunts in front of her, stared at Ding Mao and spoke with a smile, gently rejecting it, and unknowingly she ate a little too much.
When it got dark, the small celebration banquet dissipated, and the fog filled the air. The old people were all asleep. Cong Liang took out the bag he brought back today, took out two candles, and lit them. This thing is temporarily not needed by others, but Cong Liang is not affected by the fog. Affected, every day I lie on pancakes on the cabinet in the spare room, waiting in darkness for Ding Mao to fall asleep.
Found a candle today, she simply lit it and waited with her eyes open.
Ding Mao spent a long time with the uncles in the evening. Congliang saw him push back, but he definitely couldn't push back if he wanted to. She was a little excited. Ding Mao got into the quilt early after washing up, and it seemed that she fell asleep. She was not sure.
But after drinking wine today, I should be able to fall asleep early... After waiting for a while, I went out holding a candle, directly dripping wax oil on the ground, and approached Ding Mao and whispered, "Dad, fifth uncle?"
Ding Mao did not respond.
Cong Liang scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks and wanted to put his hands up and down on people, and the corners of his mouth would be tilted to the sky. This kind of opportunity is not easy to touch. I will bring that candle in later and study the physiological structure.
But she wasn't stupid. To be cautious, she raised her voice a little more, "Little uncle? Butt? Big baby?!"
"Ahahahahaha..." Congliang chuckled softly in the candlelight, rubbed his hands like a fly, and then stood on tiptoe and made a few excited jumps before he took the candle from the spare room. Smile dripping wax oil, stick to the floor.
It's just that her candle was dipped, and before she could get up, the smile on her lips gradually froze. The shadow in the candle light gradually covered the top of her head, and a pair of bare feet stepped in front of her same bare feet. The familiar feet look up, straight calves, firm thighs, the plain black men's boxers I've seen this morning...
Congliang opened his mouth slightly, and the hairs on his back stood up with a "swoosh", and he was caught on the spot!
No, no, Cong Liang squatted on the ground and thought about it, she didn't get started, she was just lighting wax...
How can I have a sense of sight to wax myself?
Even if she hadn't been caught, she wouldn't sleep at midnight, crouched on the edge of Ding Mao's bed and lighted wax, she couldn't give a proper reason, her eyes stopped at the edge of the black boxer pants, and she didn't dare to look up at Ding Mao's expression.
"What are you doing?" Ding Mao's voice was always gentle, from top to bottom, pouring into Congliang's ears made her heart tremble fiercely.
How could Congliang dare to say a word, "whoosh" and lowered his head, wishing he could tuck his head into his crotch, his mind turned and his heart roared, why didn't Ding Mao fall asleep, why didn't he get drunk, why should I So impatient, no longer wait for him to fall asleep before starting, how to explain now ah ah ah-
"Why are you here so early today?" Ding Mao didn't follow up on the previous topic, but lifted it lightly, and then his tone was light again, as common as asking "Have you eaten?" and threw a fried Bombs from good brains flying all over the sky.
Looking up from Liangmeng, she clearly heard a "click" from her neck bone due to the excessive force. The shock and fear in her eyes were intertwined into a fire. At the moment when Ding Mao stretched out his hand to the top of her head, she made a hula and burned herself. of ashes.
Done.
Since Liangman has only these two words in his head, he can no longer distinguish any nerves. To think about the tone and content of Ding Mao's words, only Ding Mao knows! He actually knew! This incident made her thinking and her brain circuit tied into a deadlock.
She imagined too many times that Ding Mao knew how she was crawling on the bed, whether it was calm and furious, but the result was that in this life, not only would she not be a "daughter", but she would never even want to see her. The inferiority complex of Ding Mao broke out under the seemingly gentle but impeccable barrier of Ding Mao's life.
Cong Liang's legs softened, and he slipped out of a squatting position and sat on the ground, with the word "finished" in his mind in an infinite loop of whirling, twisting, and joy.
Ding Mao didn't notice the violent storm, lightning, and thunder in Cong Liang's mind, only to see Cong Liang in a daze, and he was a little annoyed that he didn't hold back. Afraid that it would frighten Congliang, he chose this time, but he still looked frightened. He sighed softly, knelt down on one knee, gently placed his fingers on top of Congliang's head, and stroked his hair twice.
He moved his lips, swallowed his spit, coughed lightly, and clenched his trembling fingers from the top of Cong Liang's head into fists.
"Last time, your wrist was tied to the storage cabinet. I untied it, and I carried you over."
The author has something to say: Ding Mao: Why did you come so early?
Congliang: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Ding Mao: That time I carried you over.
Congliang: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhh! (Jumping up and down in the room, scratching the walls, biting the hair by the corners...)
System: A tail flicks Cong Liang to the ground, you **** think about what he is talking about!
