Han Qingchi looks at Yi Nanfeng's back and feels that his cognition has been impacted again.

Let him go? The boy hated him very much. He wanted to drive him away all the time. The more he was like this, the more unwilling he was. His action was prior to his reason. Han Qingchi followed him.

Yi Nanfeng just wanted to get rid of Han Qingchi quickly, so he walked very fast. A small stone flying from nowhere hit him, which made him unable to dodge and hurt his arm.

"Ha, yes."

Yi Nanfeng looks up and sees the three fat little son in the village with a catapult, clapping and laughing.

Childish face, a child's most innocent age, but also reflects the most naughty malicious.

This is not the first time that Yi Nanfeng has been bullied. He pursed his lips and walked up. Before he spoke, someone had already taken his first step forward.

"Hello, child, what are you doing?"

"I'm crazy boy!" Said the little fat boy, with his hands folded over his waist and his head up.

"What the hell." Han Qingchi was stunned.

"He's the crazy boy, the old rascal, the rascal's crazy boy."

Yi Nan Feng's face becomes a little ugly. Han Qingchi looks back at Yi Nanfeng strangely. Crazy boy? People look normal.

"What are you talking about? Mao hasn't grown up yet. Don't bully people."

As soon as Han Qingchi raised his hand, a woman ran out of the room quickly and picked up the baby. "What are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything. It's the boy in your family who hits people with a catapult. You don't care? "

"Beating people?" The woman caught a glimpse of Yi Nanfeng, and she understood, "what's the matter with a child so young and playful? But who are you? It's not from our village. Let's go. "

The woman said and took the child away, while scolding the child, "from that madman far away, know no, he will chop people."

The woman lowered her voice a little, so they both heard it clearly.

"Well, it's you?" Han Qingchi looks at Yi Nanfeng with great admiration, but he is a little hard to believe, "you chop people?"

"Yes." Yi Nanfeng gave Han Qingchi a cold look, "don't you hurry away from me?"

"No way."

Yi Nanfeng ignored him and went straight up the mountain.

"You seem to have a story. Tell me about it?"

"Who have you cut? I can't tell. "

"Yi Nanfeng, why do you always ignore me?"

Han Qingchi doesn't often climb mountains, and his movements are not agile. Even so, he keeps talking.

"There is no one here. What are you doing climbing up the mountain?"

Yi Nanfeng suddenly stopped and turned around with a strange and cold smile on his face.

"What's the matter?" Han Qingchi looked at him puzzled.

Yi Nanfeng didn't speak. He approached him bit by bit. Then he took out the sickle from the basket. The sharp tip of the knife reflected the sunlight quite dazzling.

"Yi, Yi Nanfeng, what are you doing?" Han Qingchi stepped back from the reflex. The hard trunk behind him hurt his back.

"Don't you wonder if I can chop people? Now, let me show you. " Yi Nanfeng picks up the corner of his lips and suddenly raises his knife. Han Qingchi grabs Yi Nanfeng's hand with a quick flash.

"Pooh."

Han Qingchi's pale face makes Yi Nanfeng laugh.

"You You're kidding me Han Qingchi finally reacts, and Yi Nanfeng has gone.

"You man, how do you look like this?"

Yi Nanfeng turned around, took a knife across them, glanced at him, "do you speak again?"

“……” Is it amazing to have a knife? Han Qingchi kept quiet for a few seconds.

"I know you won't chop people. I sent you to prison. You didn't cut me."

Yi Nanfeng's footstep stopped for a moment, more familiar tone, he thought, he also once said, "I know you won't do that, I believe you."

Obviously, they didn't know each other for long.

Han Qingchi is a man of general temperament. Naturally, it should be like this, because everyone is still the same as before, except him.

Just, want to do what these, Yi Nanfeng shakes his head, the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind all dispel.

"Odd number of pinnate compound leaves, branches and stems of acupuncture." Yi Nanfeng carefully identified, began his own picking.

"Baihuan flower? What are you doing with this? " After all, Han Qingchi played in a pharmaceutical factory since he was a child, and he knows a lot about many herbs.

Yi Nanfeng doesn't speak. After picking almost, he goes to other places, and Han Qingchi follows.

"You seem to know a lot about traditional Chinese medicine, but what do you want from Baihuan flower, mint, purslane?""Are you sick?"

Han Qingchi's voice, always lingering in his ears, how can't throw away, Yi Nanfeng is also very helpless.

"Han Qingchi, you feel guilty about me, so you have to follow me, don't you?"

"Well, that's right."

"Good." Yi Nanfeng glanced at the foot of the mountain and suddenly laughed. The orange light behind him was dense, and his cheek was shining like warm jade. Han Qingchi was so stunned that he said with a smile, "then you can do something for me." When Han Qingchi didn't think about it, he agreed, "OK, what's the matter?"

Yi Nanfeng looks around and makes sure there is no one around, and then he approaches Han Qingchi.

"What are you doing?" His sudden approach, seems to be able to feel the body temperature, let Han Qingchi's heart some unusual beat.

"You man, what can I do to you? Don't be so squeamish, just like a girl. "

Yi Nanfeng's words, completely infuriated Han Qingchi's self-esteem, "who do you mean, I'm a pure man, don't believe you want to try?"

"No, thank you." Yi Nanfeng refused directly.

Han Qingchi is inexplicably angry. Before he can get angry, Yi Nanfeng has come close to his ear and says his plan.

The distance between breathing and smelling, there was a faint fragrance on his body. With the breath coming out of his mouth, he felt itchy. However, Yi Nanfeng's words soon surprised Han Qingchi.

"What do you say, how do you know that?"

"I know, of course I have a point. I ask you if you'd like to help

"I can help you, but why are you doing this? You want to... "

Han Qingchi did not have time to finish saying, was easy to south wind to cover his mouth, "Shhh."

"No, why are you doing this?" Han Qingchi pushes Yi Nanfeng's hand away.

"Since you are guilty of me and have been pestering me, I will give you a chance to make up for it. If you don't want to, just don't pester me any more if I haven't said it Yi Nanfeng puts the herbs in the bamboo basket and carries them away.