Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

After coming out of Xiyuan, it really started to snow, and it fell in a hurry, and it fell on the hair and shoulders of the two people one by one, moistening the shoulders of the two people.

Wen Zhishu didn't want to leave when he was halfway there. Looking at the snowflakes floating in front of him, he felt very cold just by looking at them.

"What did you say to my second brother just now?" Wen Zhishu's expression was a little complicated, his brows were furrowed, as if he knew something.

"En?" Nan Yu'an raised his eyebrows, and reached out to brush off the snowflakes on his shoulders.

"You guys didn't seem to have a very pleasant chat just now." Wen Zhishu leaned in front of Nan Yu'an, wanting to see Nan Yu'an's expression, but found that this person was still the same, unflappable, "Did you say something bad?" something?"

Nan Yu'an turned his head, and suddenly smiled: "What do you think we said? Something that can make your second brother unhappy."

"..." Wen Zhishu looked into Nan Yu'an's eyes for a long time, his expression became stiff.Then, he laughed and turned his head, "How would I know? What did you talk about. Woowa, I just didn't expect my second brother to be angry, so I was a little curious."

Nan Yu'an nodded, since Wen Zhishu didn't want to expose it by himself, then just don't say anything.This Wen family will be broken sooner or later, it's just a matter of time.

Things that can't be faced will be put on the table sooner or later. At that time, it can be explained by a simple sentence like "destroyed" like Cheng's family.

The time was stretched for a long time, only three days, in the eyes of Wen Zhishu and Nan Yu'an, it was almost three days.In the past three days, Wen Zhishu has been pestering Nan Yu'an to do this and that, and wants to take Nan Yu'an around.As for Nan Yu'an, he just wanted to sit in the room and read a book, enjoying the tranquility of having a room.

The two have different personalities and want to do different things, so naturally there are differences.But in just three days, all the disadvantages swarmed in, one after another, and even one was bigger than the other.

Nan Yu'an prides himself on not being a tolerant person, and Wen Zhishu also happens to be a person with a stubborn temper. How can such two people contain their temper?

"The snow has stopped, why don't you go out for a walk?" Wen Zhishu lay on the desk, looking at Nan Yu'an who was writing calligraphy, "You have been sitting for three days, do you want to move?" I mean, you have rejected me for three days, you should promise me once, right?

Nan Yu'an picked up the brush and dipped it in the ink, and then continued to extract: "Didn't it be cold a few days ago?" He didn't even lift his eyelids when he spoke, and didn't care what expression Wen Zhishu would make next. Almost can guess.

"Nan Yu'an!" Wen Zhishu slapped his palm on the desk, his voice was loud and powerful.

"Does your hand hurt?" Nan Yu'an finally frowned, and his gaze finally fell on Wen Zhishu's hand, "The sound is so loud, it took a lot of effort, right?"

"..." Wen Zhishu was furious, "This is what you care about?!"

Nan Yu'an put down the brush, propped it up with his right hand, rested his chin on the back of his hand, and gently took Wen Zhishu's hair hanging on his chest with his left hand: "Then what should I care about? I don't care whether you are in pain or not, but whether I want to accompany you Going out to play, putting the cart before the horse?"

"I...that's not what I meant." Wen Zhishu suddenly became shy, and he didn't know why he was so shy all the time. He always felt as if he was being held in the palm of Nan Yu'an.However, this person is obviously so excessive, and he has been so angry with him all the time.

Nan Yu'an suddenly raised his head and sighed: "About Cheng Chuanqin, do you want to know?" He let go of Wen Zhishu's hair, and put both hands under his chin, with gentle eyes, "I've been here for two days Some things sorted out."

"Huh?" Wen Zhishu was taken aback for a moment, "Have you been out these two days?"

"No." Nan Yu'an shook his head, "I just read some books, and then I suddenly thought of it, so I sorted out the things at that time."

Wen Zhishu pursed his lips, nodded after thinking about it: "Tell me, I have the right to be a story, listen to it."

Nan Yu'an nodded, just as he took the paper to show Wen Zhishu what he had sorted out in the past two days, someone came to report it outside the door.

"The sixth young master, the young masters of the Feng family and the young masters of the Cheng family are here to visit."

Wen Zhishu was stunned for a moment, staggered and took two steps forward before he stabilized his figure: "I'll pick it up myself." He wanted to see the two people he hadn't seen for a long time.

Nan Yu'an, who was sunbathing in the study room by himself, was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his lips rose and he smiled.He continued to pick up the brush and started his excerpts, but put the sorted things aside.Ah, show it to him next time, let him catch up with his old friends first.

Wen Zhishu ran into Cheng Chuanqin and Feng Lanran who was supporting him after only half the distance. the road.

so good.

Wen Zhishu looked at the two people who were dependent on each other, subconsciously took a step back, and the expression on his face became slightly stiffer.In fact, I still find it a bit difficult to accept. The fact that those two people are together really caught him off guard, as if the whole person was abandoned.Although, it seems that he actually abandoned these two people.

"Come to pick me up in person? Wen Liushao is really very polite." Feng Lanran looked up and saw Wen Zhishu standing not far away. I went out without wearing a thick jacket, "It's so cold, don't you know how to wear more?" Feng Lanran let go of the hand holding Chen Chuanqin's shoulder, walked forward, and stretched out her hand to shake the extremely cold hand , touched Wen Zhishu's stiff face again, "You really are, as always, not afraid of death!" Then he withdrew his hand and pushed Wen Zhishu, "Go back to the house."

Then he turned around again, reaching out to hold Cheng Chuanqin's hand: "Let's go into the house."

"Ah, yes, come in first." Wen Zhishu was stunned for a long time before he realized that he reached out his hand to pull Cheng Chuanqin's hand, but he didn't expect Cheng Chuanqin to dodge it.Feng Lanran didn't see this move at all. Wen Zhishu looked at Cheng Chuanqin, then frowned, reached out to grab Cheng Chuanqin's hand, held his hand in his own without authorization, and then leaned into Cheng Chuanqin's ear, "Cheng Chuanqin , you want to die!"

He spoke in a very low voice, but what he said was obviously vicious, but he had a feeling of ignorance.Cheng Chuanqin pursed his lips, and then relaxed. The nerves that had been tense all the time were also relaxed.Cheng Chuanqin thought, this is the same Wen Zhishu back then, although he couldn't see it, he could feel it.In fact, this person still cherishes him very much.

So, why not come?Is it bad luck to dislike the mausoleum?

No, how could this person be disgusted.

There was a stove burning in Wen Zhishu's room, and there were several small hand stoves on the desk. The fire was burning brightly, so there was no need to worry about the room getting cold.

As soon as he entered the room, he could feel the heat waves rushing towards his face. Cheng Chuanqin flinched, and then wished to jump into the room immediately. It was too cold outside.

Wen Zhishu walked in the back and watched the two people enter the room before closing the door: "Help Cheng Chuanqin to the bed, look at his flesh, I feel like he could melt away just sitting down." .” He directed Feng Lanran while closing the door.

When I went to shake Cheng Chuanqin's hand just now, I realized that there was no flesh on that man's hand.It might be because of the winter. He was wearing a lot of clothes and his face was buried in the high collar. He didn't notice it before.When I grasped it, I realized that the man's hand was not the same as the previous pair of soft hands that had not worked at all. There was not much flesh left on the pads of the fingers, and it was very painful to hold in the palm.

This person has gone through too many hardships, and fell from the top to the bottom all of a sudden. It's no wonder that he lost so much weight all of a sudden.

"Are you still unwilling to talk?" Wen Zhishu got two cups of hot tea, then put them in Feng Lanran's hands, and put another cup in Cheng Chuanqin's hands.Feng Lanran drank it all in one gulp, then pinched Cheng Chuanqin's chin with the cup in Cheng Chuanqin's hand, and wanted to feed Cheng Chuanqin.

Wen Zhishu, who poured himself a cup of hot water, saw this scene as soon as he sat down. His eyes felt a little sore, so he pretended he didn't see anything and continued drinking his hot tea.

"I said it before." Feng Lanran speaks in a low voice now, but when her temper flared up in the past, the three of them fought for a win or loss, and their voices were louder than the other, even hoarse, so that whenever the three of them were together, The voice never said that it was deliberately suppressed, "It's also him who said he wanted to see you."

Wen Zhishu smiled, turning the porcelain cup in his hand, looking at the rising mist, he always felt that his eyes were going to be dazzled: "Oh? So, you didn't even think about coming to see me..." He was dumb With a voice in his throat, he always felt that if Feng Lanran said something that didn't suit him, he would cry.

"No, it's just that I've been very busy recently, so I forgot about it." Feng Lanran smiled, "After all, you didn't come either?"

"Ah... I didn't go..." Wen Zhishu took a long breath, and then lay down on the table, "Something happened, so it has been postponed for a long time."

Feng Lanran nodded. After all, the Wen family has a lot of things to do. Wen Zhishu can be regarded as a member of the Wen family anyway, so he should be busy.

Like an obedient baby, Cheng Chuanqin was holding the hand warmer that Feng Lanran had handed to him at first, leaning on the couch with his lips tightly pressed together, neither speaking nor moving, and staring directly at him with a pair of dull eyes. Towards the warm to special direction.

"When are you coming back?" Wen Zhishu turned the empty cup, "It's so boring to be alone."

Feng Lan pursed her lips, looked at Cheng Chuanqin's well-behaved appearance, and sighed: "Look at Cheng Chuanqin's recovery. With his appearance, I'm afraid he still needs to live a quieter life."

"That's it..." Wen Zhishu looked at Cheng Chuanqin, he was a little scared, the former Cheng Chuanqin with deep dimples in his smile was gone, now Cheng Chuanqin, no matter how he looked at him, he was worried, "Hey, Feng Lanran..."

He started talking, but Wen Zhishu didn't know how to continue, so he had to stop.How should he ask?Ask straight?Ask him what is the relationship with Cheng Chuanqin now?Ask him if he has liked Cheng Chuanqin for a long time?Ask him why he didn't say a word, ask him why he didn't say it?

There are too many questions, but they are all so difficult to talk about.

Feng Lanran waited for a long time but still didn't see Wen Zhishu asking, so she couldn't help being curious, she looked up at Wen Zhishu, only to find that the man was lying on the table with a listless look on his face.

"What's the matter?" Feng Lanran had never seen Wen Zhishu like this before, no matter how hard Wen Qu scolded him before, he was still alive and kicking, and the scolding was still vigorous, "Are you unhappy that we are here today?"

"Ah, why do you think so?" Wen Zhishu shook his head, "No, I just wanted to ask you what happened at Cheng's house that day. Nan Yu'an didn't tell me either."

Feng Lanran was stunned for a moment, looked at Cheng Chuanqin beside her, and sighed: "That day...Actually, I didn't know too well..."