MTL - Slag Shou Cultivating Manual-Chapter 34 Drown

At first, Heron thought that he had lived not long and had enough patience to face a new life.

But he forgot about this world. He was spoiled by Jiang Jingda for a long time, not as tough as he imagined.

He couldn't even eat the simplest meal in the school cafeteria.

This is because he is very picky in this world, and the ingredients that were still tolerable in the past are now not eaten at all, and Jiang Jingda did not persuade him for a while, so he served him cloth dishes according to his mind, but the school ’s diet was It is cooked uniformly, and there are not many varieties, so the taste will not go well.

The first time Heron ate, she felt only a few mouthfuls, and it tasted like chewing wax. She almost spit it out, but she was hungry. She had to bite her teeth and swallow a few mouthfuls of rice. Mouth and throat are not comfortable, indigestion, and stomach pain.

Whenever this time, he had to remember that when Jiang Jingda opened dinner at home, he would tell his servants carefully what should not be added to what dishes, and what must be added to any dishes.

For his health, his parents would persuade him to eat vegetables or suitable dishes to balance nutrition, but Jiang Jingda would not consider these at all. He only measured one standard, and that was what he liked.

Someone else would think that Jiang Jingda is petting his brother. He is so petty, but Jiang Jingda knows that he is not as good as others say, even selfish and bad.

All the malnutrition and frailty caused by picky eaters are actually not within his worries ... even a calm person like him has an incomprehensible madness in his heart.

Jiang Jingda would think that if his Lang Lang is sick and weak, then he will become more dependent on the person, and that person, no doubt, is him.

After that impulse, he quickly cooled down and found that he didn't need to lower his posture and became so passive, because his efforts over the years were not completely useless and had no impact on the child.

All of them were woven into tiny cobwebs and surrounded by Heron. For the rest of the day, he just waited and watched the changes, and seized his beloved prey quietly, letting him search for the spider silk. return.

Heron's residential life was finally suspended after half a month.

Because of fainting during class and frequent abdominal pain, his body was not suitable for this lifestyle. The head teacher had to contact the guardian. When Song Qinglian heard it, his face was discolored. He immediately picked him up and asked his family doctor to help him. an examination.

When Jiang Jingda came home from work, knowing the news, the coat on his hands instantly shook to the ground, blaming the maid for not telling him earlier and striding towards Heron's room.

The man on the bed didn't fall asleep, staring openly to the ceiling, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Lang Lang, what's the matter? Are you okay?" Jiang Jingda sat on the bed and squeezed his shoulders, but his eyebrows tightened tightly, and he never lifted them. He touched his cheeks, and then he frowned. heart.

Heron had a fever, his head was dizzy, and he didn't know that someone was talking to him. He could only feel that he was stroking by a cold hand, very comfortable, and unconsciously hugged his hand. It's like a docile cat again and again.

Jiang Jingda was speechless. At the same time he was distressed, but there was a twist of pleasure, and Lang Lang's body seemed to be burning into his heart.

Look, he said, Lang Lang can't adapt to the outside environment, but he wants to try and leave his care, so he will become so weak, in the end, he can only rely on it like now. Holding him.

But fortunately, I believe that Langlang will understand a lot after experiencing it for himself.

Jiang Jingda carefully looked at the medicine prescribed by the doctor, and wanted to feed him, but Herun, who was burnt unconscious, didn't even open his eyes, so it was obviously impossible to get up and take the medicine.

Jiang Jingda didn't intend to wake him up, squeezed his sharp chin, let him open his mouth, put a few pills in his mouth, took a sip of water to cross into his mouth, and Heron subconsciously swallowed. , And finally took all the medicine in.

Although Jiang Jingda took the initiative in this lip-tooth blending action, Heron was unresponsive because of falling asleep. Instead, he himself was already red-faced.

The soft touch on the lips still existed, gazing at the quiet face, Jiang Jingda's heart seemed to be soaked in warm water, warming into a beach.

I don't know how long, after working a day, the body finally felt tired, and then he knew it was time to rest, but he couldn't help but reach out and stroke his cheek again and again.

He managed to raise his brother with a rounded cheek, but in just half a month, he showed edges and corners and looked more delicate and slender.

Jiang Jingda lifted the hair from Heron's forehead, kissed him on the forehead, and finally was willing to leave.

After that, he decisively called the school and cancelled his accommodation application directly in the name of a guardian. He also sent someone to collect his things immediately without giving him a chance to go back again.

He felt that Langlang did not have to bear the pain of growing up, and it was enough to live in his greenhouse garden forever, even if his greenhouse was cast from his own cage.

Under the worries of the whole family, Heron was considered to have completely cut off the road to accommodation. Jiang Jingda even asked him to take a half-month leave at school and honestly stayed at home to recuperate.

Her health was not good, and Heron couldn't go out. She felt bored writing and drawing at home. Song Qinglian could stare at him as soon as she got home.

Watching her child grow taller and handsomer, she pouted a little, moved her mind, and asked tentatively, "Is there a girl in your school called He Meijia?"

"I don't know." Heron looked at the remaining pages of the ancient book collected earlier in her hand, and returned casually.

Song Qinglian opened her eyes slightly, covered her mouth and continued to tell her son, "You don't even know this? Isn't she famous in your school? Have you heard of Wan Yasi Real Estate? It's theirs."

"Do nothing with me." Heron looked at her mother in doubt, wondering what she meant by those words.

"Hey, do n’t be so unrelated. I think the little girl likes you very much. When your dad visited their home last time, she said that she would see you every time I passed by nine classes. The school calligrapher showed you. She also wrote several copies of the words. "Song Qinglian said, and she even showed a reassuring smile, holding her cheeks up and smiling.

His son has finally grown up, and some girls will like it.

"..." Heron put down the residual page blankly, with a complex mood. Are all the women here so open and talking directly to their parents about it, would it be possible to use their parents' matchmaker to say something.

It is also now that he knows that the mother would be so worried about his relationship problems, and it seems that he is quite interested in matching them.

Song Qinglian looked displeased at her son, and seemed to reject her to talk about these topics, and she felt a little down.

In recent years, his father's health is not very good, but he is too young to do anything. Until now, Jiang ’s father ’s wish was to see his daughter-in-law and grandson, and he was afraid that he would be hospitalized someday.

If she can, Song Qinglian also really wants to find a woman who can take care of his son soon, start a family and start a career, and bring her children to be filial.

No matter how much she pets this child, she always has a bottom line. Since he says that he has grown up, he must also bear the responsibility of growing up, whether at home or filial piety to his parents and elders.

The relaxed atmosphere gradually subsided, and Heron's brain was constantly turning, measuring whether he should obey the mother's ideas in order to avoid this trouble, and go on a good relationship with another woman, even deeper. Marriage.

But what made him feel terrible was that he seemed to find that he had lost interest in the opposite sex. When he imagined a woman, he couldn't give up half of his imagination and intimacy. How could he compromise?

"Brother is bigger than me, why not worry about his feelings first?" Heron found an excuse, and answered rightfully.

A lot of people like Jiang Jingda, right? If he can really marry, he can transfer special feelings to the right person. If he has a child, Song Qinglian will be happy, and if the woman is powerful, it will definitely help their company.

But after asking this sentence, he closed his mouth momentarily.

For a moment, he forgot that his mother didn't have such a good attitude towards her adopted son, because Jiang Jingda was not born to them. Although they treated him well, they were always not close to each other, and there was no need to care about his feelings. After watching the age, I reminded me a few words.

Sure enough, Song Qinglian's complexion suddenly changed, and even some of her children gritted their teeth for years, even took this to talk back.

"Keep talking to your brother every day, not even your girlfriend! After your father and I die, you can live with your brother!"

Song Qinglian, who has always been gentle with his son, did speak a lot of tone this time, making Heron rather uncomfortable and his attitude was not good. A few words along the way showed that he didn't open his mouth to mention Jiang Jingda. I also think that she is talking too seriously. Now her parents are middle-aged, and what such an obscure word is to mention.

"Jiang Langya, don't think you've grown wings and you've hardened! Mother didn't listen to what she said. Would it be bad for you to meet a girl? Why are you angry? You can't say anything at all You do n’t blame me and your dad for spoiling you, it ’s your brother ’s habit, and it ’s lawless! ”Song Qinglian was n’t mild-tempered at first, and even after the fire was ignited, she saw the child coldly to herself , She was sad.

"I have a good temper, but I don't like what I don't like." Holding her ancient book, Heron turned and went upstairs.

After the quarrel, the mother and son finally broke up.

Heron was so exhausted that he didn't mean to say this to his mother, but he really didn't want to give up.

To be honest, the only one in this home who really allowed Heron to rely on him without burden was Jiang Jingda.

The parents are boundless to him, but there will always be discipline and coercion.

And Jiang Jingda will understand him, never let him be half aggrieved, and can't say half a bit of heavy words, except for some things he did like a convulsion during this time, on the whole he is still very reliable. Say something for yourself, will the mother stop her face and stop telling him those things?

Heron had returned directly to her room, but looked at the door next door that was not closed. The door slit seemed to be waiting to enter. Heron pushed Jiang Jingda's door open.

The author has something to say: Anyway, this world does not have a special golden finger ... These skills are normal for an ancient person. Anyway, it is very right. [Cross out]

Because the length is not long and I ca n’t create too many conflicts, I personally hope that at least smooth sailing. I really do n’t understand many details, and I did n’t explain it carefully. I just wrote according to this idea. I can understand it when I see the drama The world of Orz is a bit broken, I will try not to write so badly ... the URL has been changed, the URL has been changed, the URL has been changed, everyone recollected the new URL, the new m .. the new computer version .. Open the URL, the old URL will not open in the future,