Speaking of Songgen, after hearing the leaves, he felt even more nervous than the leaves were heatstroke, but he didn't show it. He reached out to lift the blue printed sheet covering the leaves. The leaves couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He grabbed the sheet and refused to let his father lift it. Songgen did not insist or let go. He turned his head and looked at the leaves quietly, but his eyes were a little blameless.
The leaves couldn't stand the father's eyes, so they lowered their heads guiltily, and their hands holding the sheet tightly relaxed reluctantly.
The pine roots are prepared in mind, and I think it will be more serious, otherwise the leaves that have always been so strong will not be lying on the bed.
But when he saw the genitals between the leaves' legs that were swollen like a ball, he couldn't help but sigh and muttered: My ancestor!
No matter how thick or long a man's life is, it is normally hidden between his crotch. Even if he has a male erection, he will at most raise his crotch like a tent.
But the life root of the leaves is not erect now. The scrotum is like a balloon that has blown enough air and cannot be bigger. The skin is translucent, and the penis is also terriblely swollen.
The ox killed this day! Song Gen couldn't help but curse
Why are you so careless? You are so impartial and let them step on here. After scolding the ox and the pine roots, you blame the leaves again.
The pine roots were carefully observed around the life roots of the leaves for a long time, and they couldn't help feeling hairy in their hearts. The sky, no blood light could be seen, how could this happen?!
If blood is seen, then it will be no big problem to stop the blood. But now... Song Gen sighed heavily. He had never seen this before, and he didn't know whether it was cured.
How about it? Dad, it doesn't matter? Shuye looked nervous and wanted to know what his father was thinking immediately
This... should be a big problem, I don't think it's bleeding. Of course, the pinen root knows that the problem is not that simple, but it's not easy to say it explicitly, so as not to scare the leaves.
How to treat it? It hurts so much when I move. The leaves heard that the problem was not big, so they immediately urged my father to think of a treatment method.
Well, don't worry, calm down and rest. I'll go find medicine for you. In fact, there is no good solution for the pine root for a while, so I just comfort the leaves like this first
That night, the father and daughter sat on the table of the family of three. When it was time for the meal, Danhua looked up and called the leaves out to eat. As soon as she shouted, her brother was stopped by Songgen: Stop shouting, eat by yourself!
Danhua didn't know what his father meant, but she didn't dare to ask again. She stretched out her tongue, flattened her mouth and kept silent. She buried her head in her own hands, and she had to take several bites of the porridge, and she forgot to pick up a bite of the pickled vegetables.
Pine root eats a lot of thoughts. On weekdays, everyone will talk about some labor or interesting things that they say, but now there is no sound.
After dinner, Songgen put the bowls and chopsticks on the table and wanted to get up and leave. After walking two steps, he turned around and came to the firewood behind the stove. He bent over and picked a dragon-base pole from the firewood pile, and took a small section in the middle, put it in his mouth and digged the gap between his teeth.
When pickled a piece of cabbage, the old tendons were not cleaned. At this time, they were stuck in the teeth of the pine roots. They could not be licked but could not be picked out. They had to borrow the dragon stalk.
I saw Pine tree opening his mouth, pinching the Longji pole with two fingers, reaching into his mouth and digging again and again
Songgen felt that the saliva was seeping more and more, and it was about to drip down, so he quickly took a deep breath in. Seeing that the saliva that was about to overflow, the distance from his mouth was further stretched a little further.
But saliva did not decrease because of this. The pine root couldn't help but speed up, and the strength on the fingers became stronger invisibly. Unexpectedly, the dragon-core rod had no toughness at all. It was crispy and cracked, and the front end was torn into two.
Song Gen was a little annoyed but helpless. He frowned and took out the Longji pole, closed his mouth and gathered the saliva in his mouth onto his tongue. Then he opened his mouth and spit it on the rammed earth ground in front of his feet, and stepped on it with his feet. He dragged it from the front to the back a few times. When he stood again, there was no trace of phlegm on the ground, and only a wet black ground, shining faintly under the orange light of the oil lamp.
Song Gen licked the gap between his teeth with his tongue. He found that the silk tendons of the cowpea were still stubbornly in their original place, so he had to pinch the part that the dragon's pole was torn.
The mouth was not idle either. He first coughed hard twice, and he coughed a few mouthfuls of Mercury from his throat, but obviously there was no climate. Songgen was too lazy to pay attention to it, and tried to flatten his mouth, as if he wanted to squeeze out all the saliva in his mouth, and he stretched his neck to swallow it, then cleared his throat and opened his mouth again and dug it up with the dragon pole.
This time, the cowpea silk tendon was pulled out after a few strokes. Songgen licked it with his tongue first, and felt that it was right, then moved it to the tip of his tongue and spit it out gently, because it was too small and disappeared in the flashing light.
Songgen felt that he had won a victory, and his face couldn't help but show a satisfied look.
Just as I lifted my feet, I was about to walk towards my door. Suddenly I remembered the leaves, and opened my mouth to ask the lychee to bring porridge to the leaves, but I just shouted "The lychee" and stopped suddenly and then the following text was gone.
He walked quickly to the stove, reached out to take a large white porcelain bowl and served a bowl of porridge, and picked two bamboo chopsticks of about the same length from the chopstick cage.
First, I scraped the porridge that dripped on the outer edge of the bowl when served, and then I picked up two large pickled cowpeas on the table, put a few pieces of fried potatoes with dried mold and dried vegetables on top of the porridge, and walked straight to the door of the leaves.
It was a common summer night. The cicadas were still yelling on the bitter tree at the door, but the momentum at noon was gone, and the voice became much lighter.
Along the door, the master of the house was rolled up with his trousers on the stone threshold at the door.
This is a program that was agreed upon after dinner. Everyone basically doesn't go around, just take a cold ride at their doorstep.
An old man with a little bald head held a palm leaf cutter fan in his hand and slapped it quickly and slowly. Suddenly he used the palm leaf fan to pat his bare calf exposed outside.
There was a tiny mosquito there. Just as he found a foothold on his calves full of leg hair, he stopped, and was flapped so that his wings were wings and his legs were gone.
The children were not so calm. They stood in front of the door and looked left and right, looking at a friend who had eaten dinner and slipped out of the door. The smile on their faces instantly spread. The wind was rising under their feet and ran towards the road between them. Even if they missed the meeting, they started playing.
But for Songgen, it is destined to be difficult to fall asleep this night
The life root of the leaves is swollen like a ball that has blown all its breath. You have to think of a way to do it.
Early the next morning, Song Gen dug a basic herb from the back of the big stone on the mountain behind. This is the best herb that Song Gen thought of reducing swelling.
Then it was crushed in the stone mortar in the main hall, and used a tile with a corner to hold it in the room where the leaves were taken.
Instruct the leaves to sprinkle the morning urine and paste it on the swollen life root
But the leaves didn't sleep well all night, and the swollen life roots were painful. They could only lie quietly on their legs apart, and they couldn't even sleep on their side.
Fortunately, it doesn't hurt when peeing, otherwise living people will be suffocated to death by peeing.
After applying paste-like herbs, the pain suddenly became much lighter
I have to say that in the closed countryside, the villagers have found some of the herbs they invented and discovered in order to survive, which is really effective. Of course, because of so many wise ancestors, our brilliant civilization for thousands of years has been created.
Every morning and evening, the medicine was applied and changed. After about a month, the life root of the leaves magically disappeared, and it looked like it was not injured.
The leaves couldn't stand the father's eyes, so they lowered their heads guiltily, and their hands holding the sheet tightly relaxed reluctantly.
The pine roots are prepared in mind, and I think it will be more serious, otherwise the leaves that have always been so strong will not be lying on the bed.
But when he saw the genitals between the leaves' legs that were swollen like a ball, he couldn't help but sigh and muttered: My ancestor!
No matter how thick or long a man's life is, it is normally hidden between his crotch. Even if he has a male erection, he will at most raise his crotch like a tent.
But the life root of the leaves is not erect now. The scrotum is like a balloon that has blown enough air and cannot be bigger. The skin is translucent, and the penis is also terriblely swollen.
The ox killed this day! Song Gen couldn't help but curse
Why are you so careless? You are so impartial and let them step on here. After scolding the ox and the pine roots, you blame the leaves again.
The pine roots were carefully observed around the life roots of the leaves for a long time, and they couldn't help feeling hairy in their hearts. The sky, no blood light could be seen, how could this happen?!
If blood is seen, then it will be no big problem to stop the blood. But now... Song Gen sighed heavily. He had never seen this before, and he didn't know whether it was cured.
How about it? Dad, it doesn't matter? Shuye looked nervous and wanted to know what his father was thinking immediately
This... should be a big problem, I don't think it's bleeding. Of course, the pinen root knows that the problem is not that simple, but it's not easy to say it explicitly, so as not to scare the leaves.
How to treat it? It hurts so much when I move. The leaves heard that the problem was not big, so they immediately urged my father to think of a treatment method.
Well, don't worry, calm down and rest. I'll go find medicine for you. In fact, there is no good solution for the pine root for a while, so I just comfort the leaves like this first
That night, the father and daughter sat on the table of the family of three. When it was time for the meal, Danhua looked up and called the leaves out to eat. As soon as she shouted, her brother was stopped by Songgen: Stop shouting, eat by yourself!
Danhua didn't know what his father meant, but she didn't dare to ask again. She stretched out her tongue, flattened her mouth and kept silent. She buried her head in her own hands, and she had to take several bites of the porridge, and she forgot to pick up a bite of the pickled vegetables.
Pine root eats a lot of thoughts. On weekdays, everyone will talk about some labor or interesting things that they say, but now there is no sound.
After dinner, Songgen put the bowls and chopsticks on the table and wanted to get up and leave. After walking two steps, he turned around and came to the firewood behind the stove. He bent over and picked a dragon-base pole from the firewood pile, and took a small section in the middle, put it in his mouth and digged the gap between his teeth.
When pickled a piece of cabbage, the old tendons were not cleaned. At this time, they were stuck in the teeth of the pine roots. They could not be licked but could not be picked out. They had to borrow the dragon stalk.
I saw Pine tree opening his mouth, pinching the Longji pole with two fingers, reaching into his mouth and digging again and again
Songgen felt that the saliva was seeping more and more, and it was about to drip down, so he quickly took a deep breath in. Seeing that the saliva that was about to overflow, the distance from his mouth was further stretched a little further.
But saliva did not decrease because of this. The pine root couldn't help but speed up, and the strength on the fingers became stronger invisibly. Unexpectedly, the dragon-core rod had no toughness at all. It was crispy and cracked, and the front end was torn into two.
Song Gen was a little annoyed but helpless. He frowned and took out the Longji pole, closed his mouth and gathered the saliva in his mouth onto his tongue. Then he opened his mouth and spit it on the rammed earth ground in front of his feet, and stepped on it with his feet. He dragged it from the front to the back a few times. When he stood again, there was no trace of phlegm on the ground, and only a wet black ground, shining faintly under the orange light of the oil lamp.
Song Gen licked the gap between his teeth with his tongue. He found that the silk tendons of the cowpea were still stubbornly in their original place, so he had to pinch the part that the dragon's pole was torn.
The mouth was not idle either. He first coughed hard twice, and he coughed a few mouthfuls of Mercury from his throat, but obviously there was no climate. Songgen was too lazy to pay attention to it, and tried to flatten his mouth, as if he wanted to squeeze out all the saliva in his mouth, and he stretched his neck to swallow it, then cleared his throat and opened his mouth again and dug it up with the dragon pole.
This time, the cowpea silk tendon was pulled out after a few strokes. Songgen licked it with his tongue first, and felt that it was right, then moved it to the tip of his tongue and spit it out gently, because it was too small and disappeared in the flashing light.
Songgen felt that he had won a victory, and his face couldn't help but show a satisfied look.
Just as I lifted my feet, I was about to walk towards my door. Suddenly I remembered the leaves, and opened my mouth to ask the lychee to bring porridge to the leaves, but I just shouted "The lychee" and stopped suddenly and then the following text was gone.
He walked quickly to the stove, reached out to take a large white porcelain bowl and served a bowl of porridge, and picked two bamboo chopsticks of about the same length from the chopstick cage.
First, I scraped the porridge that dripped on the outer edge of the bowl when served, and then I picked up two large pickled cowpeas on the table, put a few pieces of fried potatoes with dried mold and dried vegetables on top of the porridge, and walked straight to the door of the leaves.
It was a common summer night. The cicadas were still yelling on the bitter tree at the door, but the momentum at noon was gone, and the voice became much lighter.
Along the door, the master of the house was rolled up with his trousers on the stone threshold at the door.
This is a program that was agreed upon after dinner. Everyone basically doesn't go around, just take a cold ride at their doorstep.
An old man with a little bald head held a palm leaf cutter fan in his hand and slapped it quickly and slowly. Suddenly he used the palm leaf fan to pat his bare calf exposed outside.
There was a tiny mosquito there. Just as he found a foothold on his calves full of leg hair, he stopped, and was flapped so that his wings were wings and his legs were gone.
The children were not so calm. They stood in front of the door and looked left and right, looking at a friend who had eaten dinner and slipped out of the door. The smile on their faces instantly spread. The wind was rising under their feet and ran towards the road between them. Even if they missed the meeting, they started playing.
But for Songgen, it is destined to be difficult to fall asleep this night
The life root of the leaves is swollen like a ball that has blown all its breath. You have to think of a way to do it.
Early the next morning, Song Gen dug a basic herb from the back of the big stone on the mountain behind. This is the best herb that Song Gen thought of reducing swelling.
Then it was crushed in the stone mortar in the main hall, and used a tile with a corner to hold it in the room where the leaves were taken.
Instruct the leaves to sprinkle the morning urine and paste it on the swollen life root
But the leaves didn't sleep well all night, and the swollen life roots were painful. They could only lie quietly on their legs apart, and they couldn't even sleep on their side.
Fortunately, it doesn't hurt when peeing, otherwise living people will be suffocated to death by peeing.
After applying paste-like herbs, the pain suddenly became much lighter
I have to say that in the closed countryside, the villagers have found some of the herbs they invented and discovered in order to survive, which is really effective. Of course, because of so many wise ancestors, our brilliant civilization for thousands of years has been created.
Every morning and evening, the medicine was applied and changed. After about a month, the life root of the leaves magically disappeared, and it looked like it was not injured.
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