I'm a thousand years older than you

Patriarch Song is like a fat and hypocritical poisonous snake, just now he has confessed his crimes like beans in a bamboo tube, and now he finally spit out the letter.

His heart has long been soaked by greed and crooked thoughts, and it is difficult to grow any good seedlings, let alone change his mind.He knew that there was no way out, so he confessed the facts of the case frankly, but Wen Zihe ruined his good deed, and he will never be able to live in peace in the future.

Wen Zihe was raised by Yaozu people, so he must have deep feelings. In his heart, maybe Duan Yanlin who brought him back will be more like a father than his biological father.Patriarch Song intentionally set a trap in terms of words. As long as the other party showed a little curiosity, he would tell the truth about thousands of years ago. Once the belief of a high-ranking person collapses, it must be a pleasing show.

It would be great if this young master had a more extreme temper, maybe he directly rebelled against the Yaozu, and naturally he would not escort himself back to Fengqi Mountain.

An imperceptible smile appeared on Patriarch Song's fat face.This Wen Zihe is very proud of himself now, he is afraid that if he collapses, he will be scarier than anyone else, right?

Wen Zihe sensed the probing gaze of the other party. He had no intention of wasting much time on this matter, but seeing that Patriarch Song was unable to protect himself, he wanted to drag him down to be buried with him, and contempt arose in his always indifferent heart. .

He glanced away coldly, and stayed on the other person's face long enough before saying, "You think I don't know?"

Patriarch Song's eyes widened instantly: "You know everything?"

For a while, he couldn't figure out what the young master was thinking, and then suspected that Wen Zihe didn't know and insisted that he knew, his eyes rolled twice, and he couldn't remember what he was going to say.

After a long while, he let out a few hearty laughter, as if he had heard a big joke, but the laughter was worse than crying: "I thought, if you knew the truth, you would definitely fight the monster clan." It's life and death... You crawled out of the pile of corpses, and you have seen such scenes since you were a child. Where can you be upright and bright? I even looked forward to that day, haha, but in the end you know everything, and you can still keep calm Live well. Young master, is your heart cold-blooded or sentimental?"

Wen Zihe responded to the cynicism, and it was rare that he didn't fight back, but calmly said: "You don't need to judge."

"If you think about it carefully, I should have noticed when you left the Duan's family, which is well-clothed and well-fed." The fat on Patriarch Song's face was squeezed into a ball, and his eyes were almost squeezed. Zhi Ding said that he didn’t want to be a young master with a vain reputation and idleness. He must have known the truth and felt disgusted living in Duan’s house? Haven't you hurt enough?"

Seeing that he couldn't achieve his goal, Wen Zihe really had the momentum of not giving up. He didn't want to waste any more time, opened the car door and went out, and said lightly: "Don't be silly, you don't care what I think. .”

Patriarch Song also held back a lot of words, and wanted to use them as a big move to release them one by one. He didn't believe that the other party was really so generous, but the other party got out of the car directly and left such a sentence, he had no choice.

The final calculation was still in vain. He originally wanted to destroy the other party's belief and plunge him into a hell of struggle and despair. Unexpectedly, the other party stood at the gate of hell and kicked him, leaving him alone with double unwillingness. down.

As early as when they were talking, there were thin and dense raindrops floating in the sky. At this moment, the sound of the rain was getting louder, and it turned out to be a bit of a downpour.

Wen Zihe threw down the blue car with a hole in its head, and was about to take Patriarch Song back on foot in the rain. Before he could take a few steps, he saw lights in front of him, and a familiar car slowly approaching.

"Young master." Bi Yao parked the car in front of him, "I'm here to welcome you."

Wen Zihe stuffed the listless Patriarch Song into the back seat, and opened the front door by himself: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Bi Yao drove out the car steadily, and began to report on his work according to his past habits, "Shouxin looked at the people of the Rat Clan, and went back together after the leader was finished. Guan Ning escorted Mr. Lu, what will happen?" She should be at home already."

"I also have some issues here." Wen Zihe glanced at the back of the car, "I will tell you in detail when I get back."

In the dark night, the car was moving forward at high speed, and the rain was pouring heavily outside the window. The water marks on the car window were blown into horizontal lines by the wind, shaking and gathering and accumulating backwards one by one, and finally disappeared from the field of vision, not knowing where it would extend.

After returning to Wen's house, Wan Dan and Shou Xin had already set up a barrier to imprison monsters in the courtyard. Wen Zihe handed Patriarch Song over to them, and they had a family reunion before heading into the house.

Before he could enter the door, a figure came up to him, and he was about to collide with him. He had no choice but to stop and raised his head: "What are you rushing out for?"

The man who was about to bump into him had a heroic face with sharp edges and corners. He was a rare man with a seductive eye. He only took one look, but his expression changed instantly as if he had seen a ghost.

"I..." Lu Yebai was about to speak when he opened his mouth, but when he noticed that the other person's expression was not right, he hurriedly reached out and grabbed his shoulder, "What's wrong with you?"

This familiar voice pulled Wen Zihe back from the state of trance, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the wavering in his eyes was gone: "Why did you change your appearance?"

"Sister Guan Ning said it was inconvenient for me to reveal my appearance, so she put on makeup for me. I just arrived, and I haven't had time to wash it yet." Lu Yebai finished speaking in one breath, still staring at him, without letting go, "What the hell are you doing?" What's the matter? Where have you seen me like this?"

Although it was only for a moment, he still saw the shock flashing in Wen Zihe's eyes, as if he still had disgust towards someone, which made him at a loss what to do.

"No. I'm not used to it. You're going to wash soon." Wen Zihe took his hands off his shoulders, hurried back into the room, put the knife on the coffee table and sat down.

Although he didn't know why this appearance hindered his sweetheart's eyes, but what his sweetheart said was what he said.Lu Yebai was willing to obey his words, and was about to leave when Wen Zihe stopped him.

"come here."

Lu Yebai walked up to that person in a daze, and sat down on the coffee table: "Does my appearance remind you of someone?"

As soon as the words fell, Wen Zihe stood up suddenly, pressed his shoulder with one hand, and stroked his face with the other hand, forcing him to look up, looking down at him, and then slowly approached, the distance between the two of them was shortened. It's getting closer.

Wen Zihe had just been exposed to the rain, and his body was still a little wet. Water droplets dripped from a few strands of hair, and slowly flowed down the lines of his face.He already had a pair of affectionate eyes, and supplemented by the deep and quiet eyes at this time, it makes people feel that the eyes are full of affection.

Lu Yebai felt the blood all over his body rushing up to the top of his head, and there was a heart in his chest jumping with joy, his hands and feet were numb for a while, and he didn't know where to put it.

However, Wen Zihe still groped his face with his slender fingers without saying a word, with a concentrated expression, as if his temperament changed overnight.

Lu Yebai thinks that he is still at the stage of "being ruthless but not daring". Regarding physical contact, in order to avoid making the other party uncomfortable, he has always been very restrained.Unexpectedly, people who said they didn't like him time and time again would ignore him and play hooligans towards him, without any psychological burden.

"You..." Lu Yebai was about to speak, but the man's fingers covered his mouth and rubbed it twice.

This action made his voice hoarse, and he wanted to ask something at first, but now he couldn't utter half a word.

Wen Zihe's fingertips swept over the man's browbones and bridge of nose, and then rubbed heavily on them a few times, smearing a lot of brown powder, and then turned to the side of the face, rubbing repeatedly, as if confirming the direction of his bones .

Lu Yebai let him smear it, and when Wen Zihe wiped the shadow on his face almost, he said in a daze: "If I'm not dreaming now, have you touched my face?"

Wen Zihe looked at the young man in front of him, and saw that the deliberately shaped part of his face had been wiped away by eight or nine points, and he had returned to his original familiar appearance, his expression finally relaxed.

He withdrew his hand and rubbed off the powder on his fingers: "It's getting late, you can go back to sleep after taking a shower."

This sentence feels very familiar to people, and it is similar to something before.Lu Yebai remembered that last time in the car this person also grabbed his hand indiscriminately, and then pretended to be serious, it seems that he might be a habitual offender.

Faced with this person who often refuses to admit his crimes after playing hooligans, Lu Ye was determined to cure him, grabbed his wrist together, and pulled him towards him: "Hey, sir, don't you wear such a thing? If you like me, you don't have to touch it and run away, isn't it enough for me to give it away for nothing?"

This sentence happened to catch Wan Dan and the others who entered the door. For a while, the room was silent, and the few people standing at the door thought they had bumped into the scene where the young master flirted with others and ran away when he was done. This is really not worth it. When the glorious deeds were mentioned, the few people were afraid that the young master would lose face, and they exchanged winks and gestures.

In the end, the black-clothed leader who always liked to pluck the tails of tigers said, "Haha, are we disturbing the two of you?"

Lu Yebai seemed a little embarrassed, let go of his hand, and coughed dryly: "Where, we should avoid it."

Wen Zihe: "..."

God knows whether Lu Yebai did it on purpose or not. Anyway, the current situation has been getting darker and darker. In the eyes of outsiders, he has been caught. Even if he wants to complain, who will believe it?

Wen Zihe endured the discomfort in his heart, thickened his skin, and endured this huge injustice.Ignoring other people's faces filled with "watching a show", she turned her head and took a deep look at Lu Yebai, emphasizing: "Wash your face."

Then he remained calm as usual, without explaining to the few people, he seemed to be a playboy who would run away after playing hooligans, and walked into the room - if it wasn't for the stiff walking posture, everyone might have believed him.

"Could it be that the young master is the one being played hooligan?" Shouxin suddenly realized.

"It's their interest." Wan Dan waved his hand in a grand manner, "Let's leave it alone. Mr. Lu, although he looks frivolous, he is still very reliable. He always does more than he says, a discerning man You can see that he cares about you."

Lu Yebai's face was hot, as if there was residual warmth from someone's fingertips on it, and he only listened to the second half of Wan Dan's words: "I know."

Then he obeyed Wen Zihe's order unconditionally, and went to wash his face seriously.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Lu [Su Sui Nian]: My wife may be a tsundere character who dislikes bluntness. I can't help it. I can only take it a little longer. He is cute like this. He must like me if he touched my face today.

Wen [frowning coldly]: What are you muttering over there?

Lu [laughs intoxicated]: You see, he really cares about me.

Everyone: Mr. Lu, you are really hopeless...