Lin Ya leaned over, picked up Qianliyan, and tested it for injury like an ophthalmologist.

There are not many bloodshot, moderate elasticity, and sensitive pupil contraction...the injury does not seem to be serious.

"Who fought?" Lin Ya asked.

"We don't know each other," Qianliyan smeared his pupils hard, "I see that it has leaves on its head, it must be a mountain spirit... The heavy rain on the mountain in the past two days, and the western slope collapsed. It probably came from there."

Lin Ya: “…”

His dad is having fun.

The Dragon God Temple where Lin Ya lives is located on the southern slope of Longtan Mountain. Locals occasionally go up the mountain to worship, which is quite popular. In addition, the three slopes are rarely visited, so he doesn't often get involved.

"The mountain spirits on the west slope are not good, they are of low quality, like bandits. We are well protected from the rain in the temple, eating fertilizers and singing songs. The little barbarian on the west slope suddenly broke in and beat people, and snatched two bags of fertilizer." Qianliyan began to have a dark area, and he slapped and praised Yazi, "They are not as good as ours in the west slope. Our south slope has rules. All the mountain spirits are sensible and are as human as the superiors."

Lin Ya is slightly comfortable and becomes more and more human.

He didn't like to worry about these trivial matters, but now he decided to take the time to go back and take a look.

Qianliyan was about to leave after complaining about the lawsuit. Lin Ya pinched it, walked into the cloakroom and opened the drawer: "Give you something."

When I saw a clarity of my eyes, I saw a glasses box in the drawer.

Lin Ya made money during this period of time when he was doing live broadcasts. He bought some things for his elders, mostly fertilizers and flower pots, which were equivalent to supplements and flower clothes. It meant returning home in glory. But those who were clairvoyant could not use them, so he just wiped away artificial tears.

"One person, one piece." Lin Ya took out his glasses, pressed the lens with his thumbs and used a little trick, and the lens fell off the frame.

"Oh, this is a good thing." Qianliyan raised his lens with his arms wide open, looking like a glass porter.

Lin Ya: "Do you know?"

"So clear! So clear!" Qianliyan was extremely excited.

Their eyeball brothers often sneak into the bookstore in the middle of the night and read books in the library. They are especially addicted to ophthalmic medical books. Their eyeballs are also uncoded, and there are sections, yellow and violent. They are like teenagers who are in their teens who cannot control their eyes. In addition to ophthalmic medical books, they also read other medical books to understand the structure of the human body and look back to give the Shan Jing brothers a popular science.

Mountain spirits and wild monsters are not as good as divine beasts that are condensed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. They do not have the racial talent of human form. They have to practice step by step: How should the intestinal system grow to digest human food? How should the human blood vessel network be built? How should the muscles and bones be distributed to smoothly make various human movements? Reading humans well. Physical medicine books can avoid many detours and not be able to practice in and out and out of the way. When talking about monsters, mortals often cannot do without adjectives such as green faces and fangs, bloody mouths, etc., but they are actually failures in shape cultivation.

The brothers who have been reading books all year round are extremely myopic. Instead of calling them Qianliyan, they are better called Yimiyan, which has no dignity at all.

"Just a little dizzy..." Qianliyan ran away with his lens holding up.

...

After finally waiting for the weekend when there was no class, Qiao Leran was evenly affected by rain and dew: he spent a day with his classmates on Saturday, played basketball and bubble Internet cafes, buffet barbecue, and group purchases of 68; he was rampant with Nie Fei and others on Sunday, and he drank small cigarettes and drank small wine, went to nightclubs, and went to clubs... He was so tired when he was in the venue.

It's been a month since Xiao Qing'er was still the same, jealous and made a move every now and then, which may have something to do with his prospering career. When Xiao Qing'er was a member of Qiao Leran, she ran to the group to complain and was still learning from her bald husband who was in a midlife crisis. She didn't come into the house after school, fooled Lin Ya and said that she had a stomachache and diarrhea. She sneaked into the garage and got into his father's idle rr, and began to look sad.

Qiao Leran: @Xin Feifei @Meng Zhuan

First, @ the two main listeners, and then set off to talk about the pain of marriage, the fatigue of middle-aged men, and the tears of a tough man are not a sin.

Master Qiao was lying in the rr and complaining without hesitation: It's so hard for me. I heard that middle-aged men have to wait in the car after get off work every night to escape the pressure of their family. I now know that kind of mood... Why are you doing when you go home? My wife is nagging the children and making trouble. I am only eighteen and I am hiding in the car.

Qiao Leran: I advise you not to touch this glass of love.

I was typing happily, and my spine felt chills, my eyelids were twitching, and there were two cold gazes outside the car window.

Lin Ya's eyes were cold, but he didn't say anything. Just sticking there was scary, and he was also learning to be traitor.

Lin Ya: "Don't you have a stomachache?"

Qiao Leran: "It hurts, but it's not smooth. Come to the garage to find inspiration."

Lin Ya: “…”

Three seconds later, the Lion Roar in Hedong.

Qiao Leran was so embarrassed that he was lifted out of the front seat of the car with one hand and then threw it into the back seat of the car to hold it down, using physical means to unblock the intestines.

...

Nie Fei felt the responsibility of being a pimp. He tried to persuade him to replace him several times but could not persuade him to do anything. Qiao Leran had just complained about Xiao Qing'er before, but he could protect Xiao Qing'er and scold Nie Fei. Nie Fei could not complain as much as he followed his words, and he was so wronged that he was about to jump into the well.

Li Wenjing was about to make them laugh. He knew that he couldn't help but was too lazy to persuade him. At most, he used the gay circle to make fun of Qiao Leran, which was not worthy of being asked.

Qiao Leran was always so funny and felt that he was losing face. Before going to the appointment with his friends this Sunday, he wanted to get a chance. He held a few gift boxes prepared in advance and looked for Lin Ya - would you ask someone for help? The gifts must be delivered in place.

The bathroom was filled with mist, Lin Ya walked out with her hair, looking giant. Qiao Leran stuck it over, touched her abdominal muscles enviously, then stuffed it over a watch box, muttering something, like a method: "I bought Jaeger-LeCoultre for my brother, and my brother lay down and laughed, haha."

Lin Ya: "What are you doing?"

Put a belt on again: "i, brother, please let me ride?"

Lin Ya's cheeks were slightly red. Since he lived in the Northern Song Dynasty, he had never seen Qiao Leran as shameless.

He smashed another car key: "I asked my brother to drive a BMW, and my brother turned into a little Mustang."

Lin Ya frowned: "..."

I don't quite understand.

Qiao Leran is still reciting a poem: "There is always love in thousands of rivers and mountains. Can I be the one who is in charge?"

Anyway, it was the other party who took the initiative and was not lazy and he had to be overly conscious. Lin Ya grabbed his thin wrist and pulled the person into the bathroom.

Isn’t this just happening? It’s easy to say that the money is in place, Qiao Leran thought optimistically.

An hour later, I walked out of the bathroom with a messy hair on my back, and my face was like a little cat.

Xiao Qing'er is so uneasy! She won't do anything even if she accepts her etiquette!!!

Qiao Leran wants to call the police!

...

He could hardly walk on the road, but he didn't dare to delay the evening drinking party. He was looking for this table.

After meeting Nie Fei, the culprit, Qiao Leran sent his driver away and got into Nie Fei's car. He endured the soreness and discomfort all over his body, and deliberately called for a stop when passing by the pharmacy.

"Stop, I'll go to the pharmacy." Qiao Leran deliberately showed the middle-aged bald financial owner's expression of showing off in sorrow, "Do you need to buy a box of Liuwei Dihuang Pills?"

Nie Fei was stunned and almost laughed out loud: "Buy it, don't worry about me."

I finally spent a few days in my life and saw it for my children to show off.

Qiao Leran walked into the pharmacy with a slutty temperament. As soon as he stepped into the threshold, he changed his face and muttered to the young lady selling medicine with a blushing face: "Is there any...?"

"What?" Qiao Leran's voice was like a mosquito, and the young lady couldn't hear it clearly.

The experienced aunt on the side shouted: "Nitroglycerin ointment? Give him a Ruituoxi."

Qiao Leran showed horror.

The aunt looked as usual and taught her experience to the new salesperson: "The one who treats anal fissures is particularly effective."

The young lady was not very skilled in enduring laughter, and Qiao Leran felt as if she was dead.

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