Wang Bo was "scamd" and threw away the snacks and fruits in his hand, holding the little girl who was unstable and about to fall in his arms.

"What's wrong? Did you really sprain your ankle?" Wang Bo looked at Zhang Jing in his arms anxiously, but saw the little girl grinning, her red face twisted into a ball, and kept making "hissing" sounds, obviously she was hit.

"Maybe, it may have sprained." Zhang Jing frowned and twisted her face, obviously in great pain.

"If you don't listen to the old man, you will definitely suffer from hunger and cold! How is it true? This place is not the playground of Lanhui No. 2 Middle School, can you run around?" Wang Bo "blamed" the girl's recklessness, and looked around. Seeing a pebble slab the size of a chopping board next to him, he moved over to Zhang Jing. Wang Bo let Zhang Jing go, took off the guitar box on his body and put it aside, and first laid a newspaper on the big stone, so that he could sit down.

"Take off your shoes and socks, let me see your injuries." Wang Bo said to Zhang Jing.

The little girl then began to remove the red flat leather shoes and black socks on her right foot. Soon, a small, delicate, snow-white and delicate foot appeared in front of Wang Bo.

Wang Bo is a person with a bit of hand fetishism, foot fetishism, and ear fetishism. The requirement for a girl to have a pair of slender and beautiful siblings is to some extent even exceeding the other person's appearance. For example, a beautiful girl has a pair of ugly siblings, and a girl with a not-so-excellent appearance but has a pair of good-looking hands and feet. He asked him to choose, but he would choose the latter without any hesitation.

In Wang Bo's mind, the definition of beauty, hands, feet, and ears (not necessarily too beautiful but not too bad, such as wind-catching ears) is a prerequisite for whether it can be called a beauty! If you observe a girl and ask him to arrange the order of observing the other person, it must be hands, feet (if you can observe). and ears, and finally, it will be the most conspicuous face and figure. First part and then the whole is his principle of looking at girls. It is also a "bad taste" of his aesthetics.

The foot that appeared in front of Wang Bo was not big or long, with a slightly tall arch, and it was too white and tender and smooth through a smooth curve. The instep of the blue blood vessels under the skin could be vaguely seen. The five toes were small and exquisite, evenly symmetrical and neat, arranged from high to short, forming a regular underscore, which made Wang Bo suddenly think of the Russian dolls he saw when he was on a business trip to Moscow in his previous life, or the green onion whites that were of varying sizes and heights but neatly arranged.

As white as snow, as tender as frost, as exquisite as exquisite. In short, this is a ginger plum that he has seen and Zeng Ping's feet are very pleasing to the eye.

Seeing Brother Bo in front of him staring at his feet without blinking, Zhang Jing suddenly felt shy in his heart, and subconsciously shrank his feet back.

"Brother Bo, are you still checking? I feel that it doesn't seem to hurt so much." The little girl blushed and asked in a low voice.

Wang Bo was awakened by the little girl's voice, his face turned red, and he cursed in his heart, pretending to cough. After calming down, he poked out his hand and grabbed the little girl's small "three-inch golden lotus" in his hand, pinched it, touched it, and asked the little girl's feelings while pinching it. It was fine in other places, but it was not until he pressed his thumb on the little girl's protruding ankle that the little girl let out another "hiss" and kept crying for pain.

"It seems that I really sprained my ankle. But the problem should not be big. Jingjing, wait for me, there is a loose wine in the car that Uncle Wang asked my second uncle to go to the "Longxing Winery" in Hualongqiao two days ago, and I forgot to take it out. I will get some wine now and use it to help you with a cold compress. That's better." Wang Bo said to Zhang Jing.

"Yeah!" Zhang Jing nodded, but felt relieved. She had been worried that if her feet were really seriously injured, she would probably have a picnic with Brother Bo today. This is something she would not want to see anyway.

Wang Bo took out a can of coconut milk from the plastic bag containing snacks, pulled off the pull ring of the can, and let Zhang Jing, who was sitting on the stone slab, take a few sips. Then he raised his head and poured the remaining coconut milk into his stomach.

"Jingjing, you're here to wait for me, I'll pour wine and come back soon."

"You go, Brother Bo. I'll wait for you here." Zhang Jing said.

Wang Bo held a coconut milk can in his mouth, turned into a gibbon, grabbed the pebbles protruding from the concrete slope, climbed up the embankment three or five times, returned to the van along the way, opened the back door, poured half a can of white wine from a white 20-liter plastic bucket in the coconut milk can. Wang Bo's stepfather Wang Jichang used to drink, and used a bottle of drinks to make a pound of one or two pounds on the shop. Later, as the economic conditions of the family improved, he changed the guns and directly used the 20-liter plastic buckets that had been filled with vegetable oil in his home to sell the "Longxing Winery" in Longqiao to carry out wholesale, and took 20 liters at a time and took them home to drink slowly.

Pour the wine, close the car door, and return from the same route.

Wang Bo doesn't know whether he sprained ankle or not, because he seems to have never sprained his ankle so far and has no experience in this area at all. What you can think of is cold compress. Of course, cold compress is to use ice to slow down blood circulation and prevent the blood in the swelling blood vessels of the ankle caused by rupture and bleeding, and the blood in the ankle swelling will accelerate, and the accumulation of more and more in the affected area will lead to more and more swelling. But Wang Bo has no ice now, so he can only replace it with white wine with higher volatile properties.

Wang Bo poured the white wine with a height of 52 degrees in the coconut milk jar on Zhang Jing's ankle, which was obviously swollen with his right foot. After a minute or two, he poured it again, and repeated it three times until Wang Bo touched Zhang Jing's ankle with his hand and found that his entire ankle was already cold. Then he gave up.

"Jingjing, I won't wear shoes and socks for the time being. It may be a bit cold, so you can bear it. It should be good for swelling and other injuries." Wang Bo said to Zhang Jing. Seal Zhang Jing's shoes and socks and unused alcohol in a food bag and put them in a plastic bag separately.

"Yeah!" Zhang Jing nodded.

The road cannot continue walking. Wang Bo looked at the "oasis" in the center of the river dam, about 150 meters away from where he and Zhang Jing stood. After thinking about it, it should be no problem.

He put two food and newspapers together with three plastic bags containing shoes, socks and alcohol, and let Zhang Jing carry them on the left and right, hang the guitar in front of him. Wang Bo turned around, squatted down, and rushed to Zhang Jing with a surprised look behind him, "Jingjing, you can't use your foot today, I'll carry you."

"Brother Bo, I, I can walk over. My feet no longer hurt." Zhang Jing, who understood Wang Bo's thoughts, instinctively refused. He held hands with Wang Bo, and even hugged him. As long as no one saw him, Zhang Jing felt nothing was wrong, but lying on Wang Bo's back and let him carry him on his back, the little girl felt embarrassed for a while.

"What are you talking about? Come up quickly! Brother Bo has never carved other people from a child, except for babies, and there is no shop after passing this village! If you want me to carve again in the future, there will be no chance!" Wang Bo knew that the little girl might be shy, so he deliberately joked.

Of course, Zhang Jing was willing to let Wang Bo carry her in her heart, so after hesitating for a moment, he jumped forward and gently leaned his small body up.

"Brother Bo, if you can't carry it, let me go and rest." Zhang Jing, who was lying on Wang Bo while walking, whispered to Wang Bo. Since she was holding things in her hands, she had to lie on Wang Bo's back in order to maintain balance. At first, she was naturally a little uncomfortable, but slowly, similar to warmth, sweet things began to sprout and grow in the little girl's heart, so she simply leaned on Wang Bo with peace of mind.

"You underestimate your brother Bo again, right? How heavy are you? How far is the grass slope? How long is this little distance? How can you rest?!" Wang Bo responded with a "sentence" tone.

"Aren't they worried that you will be tired?" the little girl acted coquettishly.

"Then your concern is completely unnecessary."

"Brother Bo, you really can't hear good things!" The little girl frowned.

"I'm saying the truth? Well, Jingjing, how much weight are you? Are you seventy pounds? I feel that you only have fifty or sixty pounds at most!"

"That's weird!" The little girl wanted to hit the guy who likes to talk nonsense in front of her, but she found that her hands were not empty, so she could only say "resentful": "Brother Bo, I have told you many times, but I am not young anymore, of course I am not as light as a child. Why do you always treat me as a child? Some children are so tall, some are so... so heavy?"

"Haha, it turns out that our family Jingjing is already a big girl. Congratulations!"

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The two of them were talking chattering or boring words all the way, making fun of each other, and walked towards the sandbank ahead slowly, leisurely and at ease.

However, this freedom did not last long for Wang Bo, and freedom became "uncomfortable". The elasticity and heat coming from the palm of his palm; the squeeze and pressure generated by his pace; and even the cool touch and mint fragrance brought to him by the occasional breeze of Zhang Jing's hair, all of which became the "source of confusion" that made Wang Bo feel restless and random. Wang Bo knew very well that a "uncle" in his thirties took a fifteen-year-old girl who had just started to fall in love as the object of imagination. However, he could control his hands and feet, but could not control his heartbeat; he could control his mouth, but he could not control the "strange thoughts" and even unbearable scenes that occasionally jumped out of his mind; his behavior was still noble, but his thoughts were often dirty!

"The A.V of Little Japan is really harmful!" Wang Bo cursed in his heart, and began to shirk his promises. He shook his head and eliminated a certain picture that flashed in his mind just now. Then he took a deep breath and put all his energy on the homework of walking, trying not to think about anything.

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Chapter completed!