Fangro

Quan Wei really woke up smiling in the morning, but not because of happiness, but because of fright.

It was almost 2 o'clock in the morning when both of them closed their mouths. Maybe it was after the usual sleep time. In the second half of the day, Su Quan didn't sleep well.

He crossed.

In the dream, Quan Wei was wearing the kind of clothes in ancient costume TV dramas whose shoes could reach the hem. Her hair was waist-length and tied up in half with cloth strips of the same color. Leading a horse with two red cloth bundles on its back, he followed the queue into an ancient city.

I don't know if the two characters on the city gate are in seal script or traditional Chinese characters. Anyway, Quan Wei doesn't know them. He just walks along the official road paved with large green bricks, rubbing shoulders with many traffickers, horses and sedan chairs. However, no one looked at him, and he didn't find it strange to see those people who were dressed like actors. They walked through the streets and alleys on their own, and finally stopped in front of a blue cement compound.

This courtyard does not have a vertical flower door that symbolizes wealth and honor, but two door openings are opened on the wall, a row of red lanterns is hung on the corner of the eaves, and there is a large white circle on the left and right sides of the wall. "Sincerity" and "Faith", the three Chinese characters written in gold powder on the raised door plaque, and Xingyuan.

Without a teacher, Quan Wei tied the horse to the old willow tree at the door, took off the pair of knotted cloth bags and hung them on his shoulders, turned around and entered the yard.

After passing through the screen wall for shelter, the open compound is revealed. On the left is the storehouse and on the right is the warehouse. Grain hoppers are passing through the door of the warehouse. The sound of shouting and grain is intertwined, making it very lively.

A sharp-eyed guy in gray cloth came up to him and wanted to carry the pair of bags for Quan Wei, while greeting him warmly: "Guest officer, this way please, take a break and drink a bowl of tea first."

Quan Wei blocked it with his hands, signaling that he didn't need to take care of the baggage, and then followed the clerk to the lobby opposite the door.

The lobby is a bit like the lobby of an ancient restaurant. There are many tables and chairs, but no one is eating or drinking. Some are abacusing, some are keeping accounts, and some are shaking their legs.

The clerk arranged for Quan Wei to sit down, served him tea and asked with a smile, "Guest officer, are you a court official or a businessman?"

Chaozi is the Central Plains where Zhang Shuyu lives, and it is a kind of name for buyers, while Jubuzi is the seller, and the guy is asking Quanwei whether he wants to buy or sell.

If these words hadn't been put in his dream, Quan Wei probably could only understand the word "Guest Officer", but in his dream he somehow became knowledgeable, and he answered without hindrance: "Neither, I Find your shopkeeper."

The boss can't be found by anyone who wants to find it. The guy's routine is similar to now, and he is sloppy with him: "It's a coincidence, guest officer, our boss is not here today. We went to the three-thousand-foot wharf. I probably won't be able to make it back at night. If you leave your name, surname and where you are staying, how about we send someone to call you when the master comes back?"

Quan Wei said coldly: "No need, I'll wait for him here."

The buddy couldn't push him away, so he stood there for a while with a look of embarrassment on his face, asked him to help himself, and then ran away in a hurry.

Then Quan Wei sat on a cold bench in the store. After a while, the businessman next to him was very bored and came over to chat and asked him what he did for a living. There were goods in the bag. Quan Wei ignored him and kept staring at him. courtyard.

When the lights came on, the guests in the lobby either stayed in the hotel or left after finishing their business, leaving Quan Wei alone.

At this time, an old man in charge came over, covered in dust, and asked Quan Wei kindly: "Guest officer, you are in a hurry to find our boss, but what's the matter?"

Quan Wei slipped the two burdens onto the table and said, "I'm here to propose marriage."

A look of astonishment flashed across the old steward's face: "But the only little sister in our boss's family is already married, doesn't the guest officer know?"

Whether the little sister marries or not will not hinder him, Quan Weiping said with a thunderous voice: "I know, but the person I like is your shopkeeper, I'm looking for him."

The old steward was stunned by the thunder, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. His beard trembled with anger, and he pointed at Quan Wei and scolded: "You... Presumptuous! Although our tooth shop is small, we can It's not a place where you can humiliate casually, you leave now, or the old man will be rude to you!"

Quan Wei didn't take his threat seriously: "You are the one who humiliated me."

The old steward was so angry that smoke almost came out of his nostrils. He looked east and west and waved, "Come on! Throw this scoundrel out of me."

After receiving the order, the guys gathered around in a swarm. Just when a guy's hand was about to grab Quan Wei's shoulder, there was a sound of horses calling from outside the yard, followed by chaotic footsteps, and quickly entered the yard.

A figure came in from behind the screen wall, his body was not straight because he was limping, and the jasper silk sash hanging from his belt shook violently, as if his whole body was coming in the wind.

In reality, Quan Wei has never seen him, maybe because he didn't want to touch the scene, Yang Zhen never draws self-portraits, but in his dream, Quan Wei saw this figure, and knew that it was Zhang Shuyu. He looks different from Yang Zhen. A little shorter, but the facial features are more refined, and it looks more shrewd.

After Zhang Shuyu came in, he took two steps. He was attracted by the crowd, and soon saw Quan Wei among the crowd through green bricks, flowers and bamboo lanterns. He was stunned for a moment, and the next second His face stretched out, and he strode towards the door of the lobby.

Quan Wei also strode out of the house, and hugged him in the middle of the courtyard as if reunited after a long time, all the stewards and staff in the main room were shocked and their jaws dropped.

The old manager came over with a morally depraved face and asked the ins and outs. Zhang Shuyu briefly explained to him, and then led Quan Wei back to sit in the lobby. He smiled and said, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to propose marriage to you," Quan Wei pushed the burden towards Zhang Shuyu.

Zhang Shuyu looked at it twice, raised her head and said in confusion, "This is it?"

Quan Wei untied the red silk cloth, revealing the lacquered wooden box wrapped inside, he flipped up the buckle, opened the lid and said: "My betrothal gift."

Zhang Shuyu took a closer look and found that there were stacks of books inside, all of which were red and bright real estate certificates. There were twenty or thirty copies in a box.

If this were in reality, the dowry would be worth tens of millions, but in the dream they were not so valuable, because Zhang Shuyu was shocked when she saw the house book, and asked, "Why do you have so many?" house?"

Quan Wei: "It was fried."

Zhang Shuyu looked at the real estate certificate, and his expression didn't look like the joy of getting richer and richer. Quan Wei asked him what's the matter, Zhang Shuyu stopped talking for a long time, and finally said: "Quan Wei, let me tell you One thing for you, don't get excited after you hear it."

Quan Wei nodded in confusion, and then he heard Zhang Shuyu say: "The property market has collapsed."

A thunderbolt from the clear sky suddenly exploded in the bright night sky, and the three-thousand-mile sky was divided into several pieces. Quan Wei was startled awake by the lightning that illuminated the night as if it were day.

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The sense of weightlessness that filled his mind at the moment of waking up made Quan Wei scratch subconsciously on the bed, and Yang Zhen, who was zero distance away from him, bore the brunt of it, and was woken up alive by him.

However, the pain of this kind of accidental injury is not as good as being pressed against the flesh when Quan Wei is fast asleep, Yang Zhen is used to closing his eyes to wake himself up from his drowsiness.

However, he didn't care about the culprit, but that person refused to let it go, and laughed a long time under the quilt for no reason, and it was still getting worse and worse, as if he was stimulated after sleeping.

Yang Zhen turned over to look at him inexplicably and said, "It's early in the morning, you are a bit scary, do you know that?"

As soon as he spoke, he remembered the last climax, and then went crazy for a while, then he calmed down and told Yang Zhen this absurd and messy dream.

Yang Zhen didn't expect that he would dream of his own tooth shop. Unlike Xing Yuan and Quan Wei's dreams, their courtyard walls are white, and there is no old willow at the door, but Yang Zhen didn't mention these, because the sentence at the end It's really like a joke, Yang Zhen laughed for a long time, and then remembered to gossip, he asked Quan Wei: "What do you see I look like, handsome or not?"

Quan Wei said: "Handsome, the moment I saw you, I thought of 'rubbing' and an idiom came out."

Yang Zhen said darkly: "Hope is a compliment."

Quan Wei slapped him: "I never used such handsome words when I praised myself."

Yang Zhen didn't want to hear it anymore, but Quan Wei was still saying: "The beauty of the prosperous age, praise or not?"

Yang Zhen laughed and said, "Whose face did you put on my face?"

Quan Wei himself can't remember it either, if there are some faces that he has never seen before in his dream, he can hardly remember them when he wakes up, Zhang Shuyu's face is already a cloud of mist.

Because Quan Wei was going overseas at noon, Yang Zhen ordered him a bowl of longevity noodles in the morning, and the two of them had cake for breakfast.

Gains and losses are the true meaning of life. Although Yang Zhen can't go, fortunately, the cake doesn't taste like a shoehorn.

The taste is the cheese cream that Quan Wei likes, because there are only two people eating it, so Yang Zhen bought a one-pound, very small square piece, and sprinkled a few petals of delicate red roses on the spread white cream, which looks generous and colorful. The contrast is also bright, which can arouse people's appetite.

Quan Wei wore the cardboard birthday crown given by the bakery, and Yang Zhen sat opposite to him and clapped his hands and sang the birthday song.

Quan Wei didn't have many friends, and he didn't have the habit of taking pictures before eating and drinking, but he deliberately took a picture of this cake, saving it for later to show off his affection.

The cake was cut into 4 pieces horizontally and vertically, and Quan Wei killed 3/4 by himself. He ate a bit too much and felt tired later, but he still didn't stop, because the sweetness of this cream was very light and the aftertaste was long , which makes people want to stop.

Yang Zhen didn't like to eat this kind of throat-smelling food very much, so he held a small fork and watched him eat from the opposite side.

As for the scene of putting cakes on birthday stars' faces that often appear in youth movies, it doesn't exist here, because no one wants to do laundry.

After eating, Quan Wei posted a message on Moments. The photo attached was the cake he insisted on holding Yang Zhen with both hands in the mirror.

Yang Zhen was the first to like and comment below: Congratulations.

Quan Wei replied: Congratulations.

When Sun Shaoning came together, he was flashed with presbyopia, and strongly condemned the two upstairs: go back to the dialog box between the two of you to chat!

Quan Wei: Jealousy makes people's menopause come early.

Sun Shaoning: You are becoming more and more cheap.

Quan Wei: Come out for a late night snack?

They used to buy birthday cakes from each other, but this year he doesn't have to worry about it. Sun Shaoning thought that your son of a bitch wanted to trick me into eating dog food, but there was no way for him to do so.

Quan Wei: Come on, we don't discriminate against single dogs.

Sun Shaoning: But I discriminate against lovers.

Quan Wei's day has been split into two halves, and Sun Shaoning couldn't bear to share another piece of the pie, making it impossible for him to live a normal night life.

Before going out, Quan Wei thought he would receive a gift, but Yang Zhen didn't say anything, he thought there would be a candlelight dinner at night, maybe Yang Zhen would give it at that time.However, Quan Wei never dreamed that Yang Zhen's gift was not in the morning or evening, but in the meal at his parents' house.