Like the No. 2 Middle School next door, the teacher dormitories at Mayi Middle School are all bungalows with only one floor, each with a single dormitory, with a small area of ​​only about 20 square meters.

There is a vegetable field on both sides of the dormitory door, and seasonal vegetables are planted in the vegetable field.

A small path paved with blue bricks is only enough for two people to walk side by side. A row of simple sheds are built next to the road, which is not only a place to park bicycles, but also a place to make fires and cook.

Xu Qian was sitting under the shed. At her feet was a soil stove built with two stacks of bricks. It was so simple that it could not be simple. There was a medicine jar on it, and orange flames kept licking the medicine jar.

She didn't know what she was thinking, so Fu Song didn't even notice it even when he got closer.

Fu Song squatted in front of her, looking at her face, and orange flames reflected in her pupils.

"Xu Qian, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, you hate it!"

Xu Qian was startled, raised her hand and slapped him.

The slap fell on the arm, and it hurt a little, but it was the original recipe and the original taste.

Fu Song glanced at the jar of medicine and asked softly: "Are you sick?"

"No, no!" Xu Qian said in a panic.

Fu Song asked, "What Chinese medicine do you drink if you are not sick? There are still so many people in the house! What's wrong with you?"

Xu Qian said impatiently: "Can you stop asking?"

Her reaction made Fu Song feel nervous, as if something precious was about to leave him.

He didn't know where the courage came from, so he leaned on her shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, no matter what disease you have, I will treat you!"

"Bah!" Xu Qian's face turned red and she spat, "Stop making trouble!"

Fu Song said furiously: "You said I'm making a fuss? I didn't make a fuss! Tell me quickly, oh, you want to be anxious to death!"

"You've hurt me!" Xu Qian said with a frown.

"Then tell me!"

"I..., what do you ask me to say!"

Fu Song smiled angrily: "Can we not avoid medical treatment? If you have a disease, you know mine. I am not short of money now!"

Xu Qian was amused and cried, and gave him a blank look and said, "It's so blind if you have two bad money. It's so great to have money!"

"Don't interrupt, what kind of disease is there? I will arrange for you to treat it..."

"I'm not sick!" Xu Qian didn't know how to explain, "I'm really not sick, I just have a little bit of that... Oh, are you annoying?"

Fu Song was going crazy, "What? You said! You are so anxious that you will relieve yourself by slapping you!"

"My mom, I have dysmenorrhea! OK, I'm satisfied!"

After saying that, Xu Qian pushed him away, got up and ran into the room.

With a slam, the door closed heavily.

Fu Song was still squatting and stood there on the spot. After a while, he couldn't help laughing, and soon turned into a laugh again.

Xu Qian opened the door and shouted, "Did you laugh enough?"

Fu Song smiled while wiping his tears, "I've laughed enough, I've laughed enough, haha."

"Get out after laughing enough!"

With a slam, the door was closed again.

Fu Song pulled over the small stool that Xu Qian had just sat down, sat down, and rubbed her numb thighs.

Xu Qian's body temperature seemed to remain on the stool, causing a rippling ripples in his mood that had just relaxed.

A big stone in his heart fell to the ground, and he felt extremely relaxed.

He finally remembered that Xu Qian did have dysmenorrhea. Every time she had something to do, her face turned pale and she felt so painful that she didn't start to get better until after marriage.

However, he remembered that Xu Qian had never taken Chinese medicine before, but why did she take it now?

Could it be because I lack my nourishment?

This explanation seems absurd, but Fu Song thinks that this must be a correct solution, and it must be a correct solution!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing again.

"Are you finished?" Xu Qian didn't open the door this time and shouted through the window, "Get out quickly! As far as you can!"

Fu Song lifted the lid of the medicine jar and glanced, then turned around and shouted, "If you don't come out again, the medicine will be boiled!"

As expected, Xu Qian hurried out with the bowl, but she didn't look at him directly, as if he didn't exist.

"I'll do it!" Fu Song snatched the rag from her hand, put it on the two ears of the medicine jar, and carefully poured the medicine into the bowl, "You're useless to drink this thing."

"You know nothing!"

"I really understand this. Let me tell you, there is no other treatment for dysmenorrhea in women, so they have to..."

"Hmph!" Xu Qian picked up the bowl and turned back to the room, closing the door.

Fu Song chased after him and patted the door: "Open the door and let me in."

"It's getting late, you can go back early."

Fu Song looked down at his feet and said, "My shoes are still inside!"

After a while, Xu Qian opened the door and threw out his leather shoes.

Fu Song didn't care about his leather shoes, and before she could close the door, she ran away and squeezed in.

"What are you doing when you come in?" Xu Qian couldn't push him, and she was so angry.

"Oh, it was a wind just now, and I'll lie down for a while." Fu Song climbed onto the bed without saying a word, then patted the bed beside him, and asked with a very beating: "Do you want to lie down for a while? I'll give you some place."

"Fu Laosan, you want to die!"

"You are not funny at all."

Xu Qian gritted her teeth and said, "I only realized today that you are really thick-skinned! A scoundrel!"

Fu Song smiled and said, "Isn't it a scoundrel who can climb onto your bed?"

Xu Qian glanced around and was attracted by a shiny column.

With a brush, the columnar body gradually grew longer and longer in her little hand, turning into a thick and thin stick.

"Hey, a gentleman doesn't speak, hey, you really hit him! Don't hit him, oh, don't hit him!"

"I'm going to let you be so rude, isn't it? I'll let you know why the flowers are so red today!"

Fu Song touched the whip marks on his arm and said in tears: "You are too cruel, why did you ask me to go out to see someone?"

Xu Qian burst out laughing, then raised her face and said, "I deserve it! I've hit you lightly! Have you lie down enough? Go home quickly after you have already been wading enough."

Fu Song said: "I'll discuss something with you."

Xu Qian straightened the bent teaching stick, "What's the matter?"

Fu Song said: "Can you not go back tonight?"

Xu Qian didn't react for a moment, "I won't go back? Then where are you going?"

Fu Song laughed and said, "I won't go anywhere, I'll sleep here."

With a blink of an eye, Xu Qian pulled out the whip again, her face flushed and said, "Fu Lao San, who do you think of me? Are you going to leave?"

Fu Song simply started to act slutty and lay on the bed with his back on his back and said, "You fight, I won't leave if I beat you to death!"

Xu Qian held up the teaching stick and tried to beat him, but when she saw him looking like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, she was both funny and angry. After swinging the teaching stick several times, she never fell on him.

Finally, she said in a pleading tone: "Can you not do this? You are shameless, I am shameless. If someone sees me, how do you ask me to be a human being?"

Fu Song said: "It's summer vacation, there are not many people in the school, and you can count it with one hand. What are you afraid of?"

Xu Qian rolled her eyes and said, "I'm afraid of you! I think I don't know your colorful intestines?"

Fu Song asked with a smile: "What kind of intestines do I have?"

Xu Qian said: "I'm too lazy to talk about you. If you want to be here, I'll go to sleep next door."

Fu Song was stunned and asked with a lucky mentality: "Do you have the key next door?"

Xu Qian raised a bunch of keys in her hand: "More than one, my colleague gave me the keys before leaving, and asked me to ventilate and dry the bedding every now and then."

Fu Song's last glimmer of hope was shattered and he said disappointedly: "Forget it, I'll leave. Where are the shoes?"

"Let me throw it out."

"Go and pick it up for me!"

Xu Qian: “….”

Slowly put on my shoes, Fu Song went out to wash his face under the faucet, took the towel handed over by Xu Qian and sniffed it, and said with a smile: "It smells so good! But it doesn't have the fragrance of a pillow, otherwise I can still sleep here. Let's squeeze, you sleep inside, I sleep outside..."

Xu Qian felt that her patience was almost used up, and her eyes were filled with anger.

Seeing this, Fu Song quickly closed his mouth, wiped his face, and asked while washing the towel: "It's summer vacation, why don't you go home?"

Xu Qian did not drag her back at all: "I don't want to go back!"

Fu Song said inexplicably: "Why?"

Xu Qian muttered, "What are you doing when you go back? I was chased and asked why I don't have a partner yet? When will I get married?"

"Ha!" Fu Song smiled unkindly, "Why do I sacrifice and you take me home to deal with it?"

Xu Qian said, "Don't I look down on you, do you dare?"

Fu Song patted his chest and said, "What's the point of not daring to do this! It's better to go to the day than to choose a day, and leave now!"
Chapter completed!