Tang Qing stood not far away and looked at them innocently. Although she could understand some broken sentences, once she spoke faster, she would be blind.
Xiao Fengting took back her sight and said coldly, "it's for bathing."
Yagan looked at the round tub curiously. Men and women here usually take a bath by the well. Who would be so leisurely and still burn hot water? But when she saw this tub, she also wanted it. Then he said to Xiao Fengting, "do you want to make one for me, too?"
Xiao Fengting white her one eye, mercilessly refused: "no way."
Yagan looked at him wrongly, "then my baked sweet potato will not be given to you."
Xiao Fengting: "whatever."
Yagan's young girl's heart was broken to pieces again, and she ran away with red eyes.
Tang Qingren ran away with red eyes again and asked him curiously, "did you bully her again?"
Xiao Fengting planed the plank and shrugged innocently: "how can you think so? I don't bully women. "
Fart. Tang Qing scolded in his heart.
However, that Yagan is also a wonderful flower. She is still crying angrily by Xiao Fengting. She comes to him again and again. She is more and more frustrated and brave, like a shaking M.
Xiao Fengting will be the last board installed, and then pull Tang Qing to come over, "you see, still like it?"
Tang Qing touched the smooth edge of the tub, and thought that he could finally have a good bath, he sighed with emotion, "what else can't you do?"
Xiao Fengting tilted his head, a simple expression: "can't do Bed? "
Tang Qing took a breath and just wanted to say something, he heard the screams of local people and the cry of women outside the door.
Xiao Fengting and Tang Qing looked at each other. He reached out and pressed Tang Qing's shoulder. "You stay here, I'll go out and see what's going on."
Tang Qing held him, "I'll go too."
This small town Tang Qing has lived here for nearly two months, and has been very peaceful. The local people live and work in peace and contentment. Nature has given them the boundless sea and the rich forest. As long as there are no natural disasters, these people can live happily.
Tang Qing had never heard of such a noisy life, and their expressions were a little serious.
When they went out, many local residents had gathered on the beach. She heard the cry of Yagan who had just run out. Tang Qingxin tightened her heart and looked up at Xiao Fengting. He held her finger and led her forward.
Kneeling on the beach was a middle-aged woman with dark skin. She was holding a bloody child in her arms. She was dead. She had a hole in her stomach and her internal organs flowed all over the ground.
Tang Qingzha saw the bloody picture, and her whole body got goose bumps. However, when she saw the little mosquito repellent Bracelet she had woven on the child's wrist, the half dried flowers and plants were still firmly attached to the child's wrist, and the withered yellow stems were stained with the child's blood.
This is a child who has repaired her roof The idea came to her mind, and the sense of distance was suddenly drawn in. It was as if she had witnessed a car accident of a stranger. Although she felt sad and afraid, she did not have a special feeling. And once you know that the dead person may have been his guest, or once had a meeting, there is a kind of pain of death for someone you know.