也不解释。"This snake is non-venomous, it's a green tree python." 。He had seen it before. 。"You, you don't... Ah—don't touch it..." 。Song Mengmeng watched him walk past, and suddenly grabbed the cold, soft snake. Then she threw it far away. 。"What's wrong with you? I told you to go down the mountain, why did you come here?" Sima An immediately put on a stern face. 。She got angry too, making her almost tell him about Lele. She thought she was going to die. 。You think I wouldn't let you go, that's why I'm hanging around here? Don't get the wrong idea. 。"
I, I just... I'm too scared to climb down the mountain." 。"My legs are shaking!"
The old folks said it's easy to go up the mountain but hard to come down, especially such a steep 90-degree slope. How could she get down? She looked down and her heart skipped a beat. 。Her legs were weak, shaking uncontrollably, and she couldn't put them down. 。Sima An finally managed to put on a stern face, but it immediately crumbled. He didn't know whether to be angry or amused. 。"...Song Mengmeng, are you trying to cling to me?"
"You insist on having me take you down" 。Song Mengmeng just stood there, too afraid to speak. 。Neither of them went down the mountain that day. 。Song Mengmeng spent a night in this dilapidated house on the precipice of a cliff, a completely novel experience for her. 。>When you sleep at night, just sleep on that pile of dry branches. 。"Will there be bugs?" she hesitated to go any closer. 。"Scared?" Sima An teased her, "Well, at night the temperature difference here is especially big. When you're freezing your butt off, you won't want to sleep in that pile of twigs, so you'll definitely have another way. Let me sacrifice myself, and you can cuddle with me instead." 。Song Mengmeng could no longer bear it. She picked up two large potatoes on the ground and threw them at him. 。She is really afraid of insects. 。"Alright, alright. Let's just build a fire and make the room warm. You can just lean against it and go to sleep. I'll watch over you, okay?" Sima An looked like he was helpless about her. 。Then, while there was still some sunlight, he hurried to the nearby hills to gather more dead branches and leaves. This would need to burn all night, he wondered how much firewood it would take. 。Song Mengmeng looked at his busy figure, with some words in her heart, but she didn't dare to say them. 。
She actually didn't mind cuddling up to him for warmth, she just felt a little awkward. 。After all, he loved that woman in his heart, not her. 。"Is that what you like, watching me work like a slave? Can't you, Miss Big Shot, grab a bucket and draw some water? We still need to have dinner tonight." 。...and I still have to boil water. Everything here requires you to do it all yourself... 。"Oh"
。Song Mengmeng imitated an adult, carrying a bucket and a rope, drawing water from the well. 。
Quite heavy. 。"Fine, go away then. With your clumsiness, you'll probably fall down a well someday and I'll have to rescue you." 。。Maybe Song Mengmeng is just too foolish. 。If it were Qiao jie, then he would have it easy. 。
For dinner, they actually had meat. 。
Song Mengmeng's eyes were wide open, as if she had witnessed some kind of world miracle. 。"What kind of meat is this, where did it come from?" The sun had already set, leaving only a thin afterglow illuminating the entire forest. It was shrouded in the glow of the setting sun, creating a beautiful scene. 。
The firewood was burning, there were no lights here, Sima An sat beside the fire pit, using a very worn and sharp knife to skillfully slaughter a wild flower chicken. 。This house built of stone has been unoccupied for far too long. Fortunately, there are still some knives, bowls, and a stove inside. With a little cleaning, they could be used again. 。You said this meat came from the heavens, a gift from some great celestial being. 。He’s still making jokes that are off the wall. 。He had Song Mengmeng build a fire in the earthen pit to heat some water, then he plucked the feathers off the wild chicken, gutted it, and cleaned it. He was very skilled at handling the ingredients and knew how to make the most of them. 。He even told Song Mengmeng that chicken intestines are actually edible. 。Although Song Mengmeng has had a miserable life these years, abused by her stepmother, before her stepmother, she lived a very affluent life with her father, Song Dad. She had never seen such a rough way of eating. 。Sima An grabbed a handful of coarse salt and evenly spread it on the surface of the plump chicken. He said he wanted to marinate it first, then got some leaves from an unknown tree that smelled faintly of mint. He wrapped the chicken with the leaves, then went to get some mud and roasted it like beggar's chicken until it was cooked through. 。It smells so good.
。She found a rickety wooden stool and squatted beside it, waiting to eat. 。Song Mengmeng's eyes were clear and bright, like a child's. 。Every time Sima An saw her like this, foolish and naive, he couldn't help but want to play a prank on her. At this moment, he grabbed some mud and rubbed it on her face. 。Oh, you don't know how hard it is to draw water now! You even splashed on my face. I can't take a bath tonight because of this. If you do it again, I'm going to get angry! 。She threatened to get angry, but even at her angriest, she wasn't really that upset. 。
Sima An burst into laughter, arrogantly saying, "Just wait for her to get angry." 。Just like that, they played and laughed their way through the day. Time flew by so quickly compared to those long days he had spent here before. Having Song Mengmeng with him made all the difference. 。He made some carrot and potato soup, and this fat chicken. 。<<
Song Mengmeng ate quite satisfyingly this meal. Then Sima An said, "It's rare to catch a chicken in the well today..." He went to dig behind the house and brought out a earthenware jar >>>。Even from afar, Song Mengmeng could smell a hint of alcohol. 。"These are all wines brewed by my grandfather himself, collector's edition, wouldn't you like a sip?" Sima An held up two old-fashioned large bowls and poured out two generous servings, sharing them with her willingly. 。I'm not drinking anymore. 。She shook her hand in refusal. 。After she got into trouble for drinking and slept with him, she silently swore to herself that she would never drink with him again. 。Besides, she's a mother now and thinks people should be more responsible. She tends to talk too much after drinking. 。 Sima An didn't force her, he wasn't sure how strong the liquor was. He drank large gulps, and ate meat with each drink. After three bowls, his entire face turned red. 。"Stop drinking, you seem like you're about to get drunk." 。Song Mengmeng wanted to persuade him. 。
Then he was abnormally insistent, this person didn't know what they were being stubborn about. It felt like drinking was a way of venting his anger. 。
Well, if he's drunk, let him go wild in this lousy house. There's nothing here for him to break anyway. 。
In the end, Sima An himself drank most of it and finally stopped. 。
Her left hand was still holding a big drumstick, and the bowl in her right hand clattered to the ground. Luckily, this old thing was sturdy and didn't break. Song Mengmeng quickly crawled over to see if he had fallen asleep from drinking. 。As a result, he heard Sima An sobbing softly. 。
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