Mr. Bamboo was indeed feeling a little awkward inside. Previously, he didn't know that the Huanhua Brook Park was such a place. Thanks to Mrs. Bamboo, he felt like he was now an unscrupulous uncle who lured innocent young women with ill intentions. After only two meetings, at least for Feifei, it seemed as though he had already led her to such a place, which could easily make people daydream. Thus, Mr. Bamboo could only remain silent, burying his head and quietly leading the way forward.
Although Miss Fei, despite her ancient education, knew that in such situations one should seek help from the police, even though she also wanted to show the spirit of a citizen of the Celestial Empire who is fearless and brave against enemies, when she thought of her father and mother at home and her computer, she lost the courage to fight to the death.
....Turn left....Turn left....Turn right....Turn left....Turn right....Turn right....
Then finally, a lonely figure appeared ahead.
Saved!! Miss Fei rushed forward, intending to get help. However, Mr. Bamboo closely followed, a super strong soldier. Out of fear of the scene where blood might be splattered five steps away, she did not scream.
It was a middle-aged uncle kneeling on the ground. In front of him was a piece of paper filled with over a thousand words, roughly saying: Uncle is very pitiful. Uncle used to be an old farmer who only knew farming. For the first time, he came to the city with his wife to work, but they were deceived, their wallet was lost, his wife ran away, and his child disappeared. Disappointed by working in the city, he now just hoped that some kind person could give him a bit of money for transportation so that he could go back home and farm.
Such a simple uncle! Even though he was stolen from, deceived, and abandoned, he still did not give up the courage to live, did not complain about society, and only wanted to return home to continue farming for the construction of the four modernizations of the motherland... Miss Fei felt moved. Compared to the uncle, she felt like she was a waste of life every day lying around in her nest!!
She shakily took out her empty small wallet, carefully counted the 11 yuan and 6 jiao inside, then reluctantly handed over 6 jiao to the uncle.
The uncle took the money, sobbing and said thank you.
Miss Fei felt her life had meaning.
Mr. Bamboo squatted down, patted the uncle, "I saw you last time on Qingyun Road... How did you end up here?"
The uncle smiled slightly, somewhat embarrassed, "Work needs, work needs..."
(⊙_⊙?) Miss Fei doubted.
There was once a time when Mr. Bamboo was walking on Qingyun Road and saw someone snatching a wallet, with the uncle chasing after them in an act of righteousness. Mr. Bamboo also stepped in, quickly knocking down the thief.
That's how Mr. Bamboo met the uncle.
At that time, the uncle was kneeling on Qingyun Road begging for transportation fees.
The uncle angrily said, "How dare you snatch wallets, too low-level!! I still let people give me money voluntarily! You little bastard really doesn't follow the rules..."
The robber interjected, "Yours is fraud, it's not much better."
The uncle: "Oh...you don't believe... I didn't say those hardships on the paper were mine, just kneeling there, where's the fraud, where's the fraud!"
Understanding the ins and outs, little Feifei was speechless.
However, after this commotion, Mr. Bamboo no longer felt embarrassed, Miss Fei seeing that Mr. Bamboo actually acted bravely, thought he must not be a bad person, and sighed in relief inside.
Waving goodbye to the hardworking uncle, this pseudo-couple continued to wander.
Hastily, the further they walked, until the road ended and disappeared by the stream.
Picking any other path would have been fine, why choose this one, now there's no way out... Miss Fei severely despised Mr. Bamboo in her heart. But seeing the shallow path submerged in water, the never-extinguished fire of revenge in her heart suddenly flared up fiercely.
Carelessly walking on the wet path that barely reached the bottom of her shoes, her foot slipped, and Miss Fei fell towards Mr. Bamboo. Gathering her strength with both hands, it looked unintentional but was actually a fierce collision that knocked Mr. Bamboo onto the ground. It looked like a perfect case of a hero saving a beauty.
Except for the unnecessary sentence added by Miss Fei (after all, her skills were still shallow).
She said, "Brother Bamboo, sorry, my foot slipped."
Mr. Bamboo, a man who was sharp as a fox, how could he not hear the undertone of dissatisfaction in her apologetic words?
As she supported herself on Mr. Bamboo to get up, Mr. Bamboo reacted faster, clamping her hands with his arms and pressing her into the semi-wet ground. "Ah!" This time she was genuinely panicked; the cold water on her back made her shiver. The word "damn" hadn't even escaped her lips when it was sealed by Mr. Bamboo's slightly cold lips.
In an instant, many things flashed through her mind, yet she couldn't grasp anything. When she finally came to, all that remained was four big characters:
Ashamed and furious to the point of wanting to die.
Damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn!!
What a terrible story, always tormenting me!!> This was the shared sentiment of Miss Fei and the author.
Mr. Bamboo turned his head, without speaking. Not even the author knew if he was blushing.
Sighing, Mr. Bamboo felt stuck for the first time. Facing this girl who was obviously silly but liked to think she was clever, he, like the author, developed a strong sense of helplessness.
I am the dividing line of the author who has been tortured to death and can do nothing about it.
Mr. Bamboo knelt down on one knee. Under Miss Fei's shrinking gaze, he reached out and grabbed her foot. Her shoe was covered with brown mud, and the shoelaces were dirty and wet. His slender white fingers picked up the shoelace and tied a beautiful bow. The street lamp light poured down, casting butterfly-wing-like shadows on his face from his long eyelashes. That face, which could only be described as delicate, under the dim light, combined with his loyal gaze, forced people to look away.
Miss Fei suddenly felt as though her vigilance had been heavily struck by a hammer.
....Illusion, this is an illusion....Miss Fei was confused in the wind.
Mr. Bamboo, Miss Fei, and the author all felt as though they had just indulged in a heavy romance.
"Let's go." Mr. Bamboo's voice drifted from ahead, and when Feifei came to her senses, all she could see was his half-damp back. ...This reminded her of her own equally damp back. The cold wind blew, and she only felt icy coldness on her back.
They slowly walked back along the small path they had come from.
Miss Fei thought she heard the uncle's lewd laughter.
Today is truly **** unlucky. She told herself in her heart.
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