The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Shang Jing didn't drink the tea in the end.

He just got a bottle of pink and tender strawberry milk, which Yanjiu passed along from Dabai.

In a corner of the Xiangzhao Bookstore, Yanjiu and Shang Jing sat opposite each other, surrounded by ghosts and ghosts, as well as the trembling background sounds of Qing'an.

Shang Jing sat among them and couldn't help rubbing his nose: "Shall I invite you to drink coffee outside?"

Yanjiu was lighting soothing incense on the table: "No, drinking coffee will make you insomnia."

Shang Jing smiled softly: "I think your sleep quality is quite good."

Yanjiu disagreed: "How could it be? I only slept for 12 hours yesterday, and the quality of my sleep was greatly reduced."

Shang Jing looked at the calming incense in front of him and fell into silence. After a while, he sighed: "12 hours... then you need coffee even more."

Yan Jiu turned a deaf ear. He raised his eyelids and asked Shang Jing casually: "How did you know that I am Mr. Xiangzhao's."

Shang Jing was nonchalant: "Mr. Xiangzhao is ostentatious, and so are you.

People say that Mr. Xiangzhao knows a lot. Gu Qizhou said before that Mr. Xiangzhao is clumsy and lazy.

Shen Shi'an has a good relationship with you...

In fact, even without the above clues, it is not difficult to guess based on your ability. "

Yanjiu caught another important point: "Gu Qizhou said I'm stupid and lazy?"

Shang Jing made no secret of it: "He did say that at a certain gathering between Zhao Yao and Yan Yang."

Yanjiu advised with a deadpan expression: "Just listen to Gu Qizhou, he is a hypocrite."

Shang Jing agreed: "Indeed."

Immediately, he looked at Yanjiu up and down, and Shang Jing suddenly opened his palm towards Yanjiu: "You know how to tell fortunes? Tell me a fortune..."

Yanjiu looked at Shang Jing's palm and said lazily:

"How shameless? Who doesn't know that Xiangzhao is difficult to find? If you ask me to calculate it for you, I will calculate it for you?"

Saying that, Yanjiu slapped Shang Jing's palm: "It doesn't count."

Shang Jing was not annoyed, and just mocked back:

"Both each other, after all, someone in my place earns such a high salary and doesn't work every day."

Yanjiu stopped talking and just drank strawberry milk silently.

Shang Jing said to himself: "But it doesn't matter, you don't have to be ashamed, I will support you..."

At this time, Dabai happened to be passing by: "In such a serious place, please don't flirt, it will be an eyesore..."

Shang Jing followed the good advice: "Okay, then we won't flirt here."

Soon, Dabai stepped back and continued: "Also, Yanjiu has never been ashamed. He has no sense of shame."

Yanjiu: "..."

At this time, Yanjiu was a little irritable about Shang Jing's arrival, but he only showed it by slowly raising his hand.

He threw the empty milk bottle in his hand into a nearby paper basket, but he missed the target.

Dabai floated back angrily: "Yanjiu, if you don't work, you still litter."

Shang Jing chuckled.

Yanjiu raised his head to look at him: "What are you laughing at?"

Shang Jing replied without asking: "Can you fight?"

Yanjiu held his chin with one hand and slowly asked Shang Jing: "Why do I need to know how to fight?"

Behind Yanjiu, the huge moon hung on the roof. The courtyard was clearly covered with green willows, but snow was falling in the sky.

The rows of ancient books in the house are simple and mysterious, and the ghosts coming and going are respectful and pious.

Everything seems to be telling that Mr. Xiangzhao does not need to be able to fight. Just as a "sir", he is already an existence that ordinary people cannot touch.

However, Shang Jing didn't care about that.

He leaned forward and kissed Yanjiu hard.

Yanjiu struggled, but Shang Jing grabbed the back of his head.

After a long time, Shang Jing left with satisfaction and said leisurely: "It's good that you don't know how to fight. At least I can kiss you at any time."

Yanjiu's breathing gradually stabilized, and he clasped his fingers on the table: "This is a forced kiss."

Shang Jing spread his hands and smiled at Yanjiu: "So...?"

Yanjiu: "..." So... So what should we do? No more.

Seeing that Yanjiu remained silent, Shang Jing finally felt happy. He stood up and said to the ghost huddled in the corner:

“My name is Shang Jing, don’t forget to spread the gossip when you go out.

Just say that Shang Jing kissed Mr. Xiangzhao, I won’t mind the gossip, and I believe Mr. Xiangzhao won’t mind either. "

Immediately, Shang Jing looked behind the desk, where Qing'an sat with a confused face.

Shang Jing's tone became kinder:

"If my nephew wants to return to Zhaoshao and spread gossip, of course I will welcome him."

Qing'an quickly waved his hand, then he covered his mouth and said in a muffled voice: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm very strict with my mouth and I will never talk nonsense."

Qing'an was really shocked. He didn't know that two men could be so close.

Yeah, his uncle's eyes are all red.

Seeing Qing'an's dull look, Shang Jing turned back and looked at Yanjiu:

"Yanjiu, you, my nephew, are not enlightened..."

Yanjiu held his head with one hand and said feebly: "Mr. Shang, please go slowly without seeing me off..."

He really didn't want Shang Jing to bother himself any more.

……

Shortly after Shang Jing left, another acquaintance came - Liu Jincheng.

Perhaps Yanjiu was kidnapped by Bai Xinglu last time, or Liu Jincheng was looking for someone to rescue him.

So Liu Jincheng got a cup of tea made by Dabai.

It's late at night, the fragrance of tea is filling the air, and the water vapor is thick.

Liu Jincheng took out a wooden box from his coat pocket and pushed the wooden box in front of Yanjiu:

"It's for you."

Yanjiu raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not the right time for the year, so why did you think of giving me something?"

Liu Jincheng smiled lightly: "Of course I'm giving you something because you need it. Open it and take a look."

Yanjiu followed his words and raised his hand to open the wooden box, only to see a white magnolia lying quietly on the silk inside.

Yanjiu's fingertips trembled slightly, but he still carefully put the box away:

"Thank you in advance...how did you..."

Liu Jincheng said without hesitation:

“My family has been practicing medicine for generations. Not only can we heal people, but we can also repair souls.

If you can't do this, what's the difference between you and an ordinary doctor?

Last time at the Bai family, I saw you looking at the white magnolia with a strange expression, so I guessed something..."

Yanjiu had a lot of thoughts in his heart. He should thank Liu Jincheng.

But he also knew that Liu Jincheng had other thoughts about him.

All kinds of thoughts were intertwined, and Yanjiu finally just smiled and asked:

“You’ve been staying behind closed doors recently, are you busy with this?

Thank you for your trouble, thank you very much. I hope you can speak to me later if you need me. "

Liu Jincheng raised the corners of his lips. Although he was smiling, his smile was a bit bitter.

The bitterness passed away, and Liu Jincheng looked that chic and romantic again:

"Not to mention that, you also helped me a lot before.

This time I come to say goodbye to you.

You thought grandpa would pass away at the beginning of spring, but now spring is about to begin.

I don't want him to stay at home all the time.

I plan to take him out to see the world, so I won’t have any regrets. "

Yanjiu sighed, feeling equally relieved: "The old man loves to be lively. The world is so vast. I should take him to see it."

Saying that, Yanjiu raised his glass to Liu Jincheng:

“First of all, I wish you a safe journey.

Dabai brewed several jars of wine in the yard before.

You can drink it when you come back.

I'll take care of you then. "

Liu Jincheng said with a cynical smile:

"Sir, if you make a promise, there will be no obstacles.

You and your hairy dumplings, don't be greedy and drink all the wine.

I'm waiting for your good wine. "

Liu Jincheng looked at the full moon above his head, and some emotions were aroused in his heart. He looked up at Yanjiu and blurted out:

"Yanjiu..."

Yanjiu was adding water to the tea: "What?"

Liu Jincheng shook his head helplessly: "Nothing? I'm leaving."

There are some things that cannot be said out loud, but saying so won't make you no longer a friend.

But some things always change their taste.

Liu Jincheng stood up and walked into the moonlight. His figure was lonely, with a sense of freedom and ease.

He thought that a prodigal should be able to live in all corners of the world, rather than be confined to one place.

It's time to go out and take a look.