Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Chapter 1185 Daily Life of the Blind South and the Mute North 4

He uttered a vague "hmm" and then leaned firmly into the mute's arms.

"Grow more. Next time, if the chicken comes, I'll stew it with the green peppers..."

The person behind him seemed to laugh very lightly, and his breath brushed the hair on the back of his neck.

"it is good."

I finally slept soundly.

When Hei Xia Zi woke up again, the sun had already set and the room was filled with a warm orange color.

The bed next to me was empty, but the regular sound of chopping wood could be heard from the yard.

It’s great that Mr. Zhang can chop wood.

He stretched and walked out in his slippers.

I saw Zhang Qilin with his sleeves rolled up, chopping firewood skillfully, and a small pile had already piled up at his feet.

The evening wind blew up the fine black hair in front of his forehead, revealing his smooth forehead and focused eyes.

The little yellow dog was lying not far away, wagging its tail happily. When it saw the black bear coming out, it immediately rushed over and circled around his legs.

"Awake so early?" Hei Xia Zi walked over and leaned against the door frame.

Zhang Qilin stopped, looked at him and nodded.

Her gaze lingered for a moment on the red mark on his neck that had become very faint.

Hei Xiazi subconsciously touched his neck and raised his eyebrows: "What are you looking at? You are not allowed to look..."

It looks like he's going to be in trouble again.

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Qilin had already put down his axe, went to the kitchen, brought out two bowls of dried mung bean soup, and handed one to him.

Well, I was gagged again.

Hei Xia Zi took the bowl and took a sip, which was sweet and refreshing.

"What's for dinner?" he asked. "Any chicken left?"

Zhang Qilin shook his head and gave it to Xiao Huang.

He pointed in the direction of the vegetable garden and said, "I picked eggplants, beans, and cucumbers."

This means making three fresh delicacies and smashed cucumber.

"Okay." Hei Xia Zi was satisfied. He drank the mung bean soup, watched the mute continue to chop wood, the puppy frolicking, and watched the green pepper seedlings that were carefully surrounded by the fence swaying gently in the evening breeze.

In the chicken coop, the big yellow chickens that had temporarily escaped the disaster made small cries.

But the little yellow chicken under the hen's belly is about to hatch.

There is a new little yellow chicken.

As for the mute's sudden little quirk regarding his Adam's apple...

Hei Xiazi licked the corner of his mouth.

There is a long time to come, so just take your time to think about it.

The green pepper seedlings have indeed experienced a second spring under Zhang Qilin's promise of "replanting". The area has more than doubled, and they are lushly growing in the fence, growing well.

Hei Xia Zi touched his chin and said to Zhang Qilin, who was repotting the automatic water dispenser, quite proudly:

"See, dumb, this is a blessing in disguise.

When this batch is cooked, I will show you my skill in stir-frying meat with green peppers. It is extremely delicious."

After adding the water, Zhang Qilin stood up, his eyes sweeping across the vibrant green, then landing on Hei Xiazi's smug face. He smiled faintly and replied, "Yeah."

He walked over, but instead of looking at Qingjiao, he reached out and gently touched Hei Xia Zi's Adam's apple with his fingertips.

The red mark had long since disappeared, but his movements were extremely natural, as if he was just brushing away a speck of dust.

Black Blind Man: "..."

Well, has this mute tasted the sweetness or has he developed a habit?

He grabbed Zhang Qilin's wrist and said angrily: "It's broad daylight, in the open, Chief Zhang, please be mindful of the impact.

There's a bunch of underage chicks watching over there!"

The little yellow chickens in the chicken coop chirped at the right time, as if in agreement.

Zhang Qilin looked down at his grabbed wrist, then looked up at Hei Xia Zi. He didn't struggle or move, just let him hold it.

Black Bear: ...

The mute's eyes were clear and focused, which made Hei Xia Zi uncomfortably let go of his hand.

This made the mute happy again.

"Ahem," Black Blind pushed up his sunglasses and changed the subject, "Well, is it time to feed Little Yellow?"

The little yellow dog is no longer a small dog now, a half-grown local dog, smart and loyal. Upon hearing his name, he immediately jumped out from the shade.

It wagged its tail around the two of them, holding an empty dog ​​food bowl in its mouth, making clanging noises.

Zhang Qilin nodded and went to get the leftovers. Well, they weren’t leftovers at all. Basically, they would leave a portion of whatever they ate for Xiao Huang.

Hei Xiazi looked at his back, rubbed his neck, and muttered: "...You are really getting better and better."

After feeding the dog, the afternoon sun was just right, not so scorching.

Hei Xiazi moved two lounge chairs to the shade under the eaves and called Zhang Qilin: "Mute, come and rest for a while and enjoy the leisurely life of a feudal master."

Zhang Qilin walked over and didn't sit on the other one. Instead, he squeezed naturally onto Hei Xia Zi's recliner.

The recliner was not small, but when two big men squeezed together, it immediately became cramped, their bodies pressed tightly together, and the temperature was transmitted through the thin fabric.

The black bear uttered a "tsk" sound and said, "Dumb, there's room over there."

Zhang Qilin ignored him and adjusted his posture to make himself more comfortable, with his head almost resting on Hei Xiazi's shoulder, and then closed his eyes.

Hei Xiazi's body stiffened for a moment, and finally relaxed helplessly, allowing him to lean on him.

He could smell the faint scent of soapberries on Zhang Qilin's hair, mixed with the scent of sunshine and grass.

In my ears was the sound of his even and shallow breathing, the rustling of leaves in the distant wind, and the occasional satisfied hum from Xiao Huang.

An ultimate sense of tranquility enveloped me.

Hei Xia Zi also slowly closed his eyes, and the sharp gaze under the sunglasses was obscured, leaving only an unconscious arc at the corner of his mouth.

He seemed to understand a little bit why some people yearned for this kind of plain life of "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence".

The prerequisite is that there must be someone around who makes you feel at ease.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt a lightness on his shoulders.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Zhang Qilin had woken up, sitting up and looking at him.

"What's wrong?" asked Hei Xia Zi.

Zhang Qilin reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingertips.

Hei Xiazi was stunned and licked it subconsciously: "...Am I drooling?"

Impossible? Is he still going to maintain his image?

Zhang Qilin shook his head and opened his palm, on which lay a tiny piece of white fluff that had floated from nowhere.

"..." Hei Xiazi breathed a sigh of relief, then found it funny again, "Dumb, you really are..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Qilin stood up and extended his hand towards him.

"what?"

"Cooking." Zhang Qilin said concisely.

Hei Xia Zi looked at the hand stretched out in front of him. The joints were distinct and there were thin calluses left by years of using weapons, but it was unusually stable.

He smiled, grabbed the hand, and used the force to stand up.

"Okay, let's cook. Today, I, the blind man, will help you cook. I'll show you what a little prince of cutting dun is."

The regular sounds of chopping vegetables and the clashing of spatulas soon rang out in the kitchen.

Hei Xiazi’s knife skills are really good, and the potato shreds are cut into even thickness.

Zhang Qilin was busy in front of the stove, adding hot oil to the pan and stir-frying minced garlic. With a sizzling sound, the aroma instantly spread.

Xiao Huang squatted at the kitchen door, watching eagerly.

The two of them worked in perfect harmony, rarely spoke, but created an atmosphere that no one else could interfere with.

Occasionally, when Hei Xia Zi handed something to him, his fingers would touch the back of Zhang Qilin's hand; occasionally, when Zhang Qilin tasted the saltiness of the food, he would hand the spoon to Hei Xia Zi's mouth.

It was a very ordinary contact, yet it was full of intimacy.