Far Mountain Black Dog

Bu Qingjue hadn't had a good meal for several days, and his stomach was getting smaller. Facing a table full of big fish and meat, at first he thought he could swallow a cow, but after a few mouthfuls, he got tired and panicked , now he just wants to drink some porridge, eat some side dishes, and nourish his stomach.He poked the rice repeatedly: "Did you put ointment in your dish?"

"Yeah, what's the matter? Are you not used to it?"

Bu Qingjue raised his head in confusion: "Where did you get the anointing oil?"

"I went to Hui County to buy it yesterday. I even picked out a silver hairpin for Mrs. Zhu."

"Silver hairpin!?" Bu Qingjue put down his chopsticks, ran to the side of the couch and took out the bundle, counted them carefully, and before he could count them all, a money bag flew over and hit his head: "Don't worry, your money is useless , This is from my house. There are a few taels left, you can buy what you want by yourself.”

Although Bu Qingjue was dissatisfied, his eyes lit up after opening the money bag. He coughed, and pretended to return it politely: "You said it was your money, how dare I use it."

"Oh, then you can pay me back." Chang Xi reached out to grab the money bag, but couldn't pull it out for a long time.

After all, everyone has a love of money, and poor people like Bu Qingjue are no exception. He gritted his teeth, retracted his hands as hard as he could, and choked out a few words: "But... you usually... don't... Spend money...or...let me keep it..."

Seeing that he finally showed his fox tail, Changxi quickly let go: "Okay." Bu Qingjue suddenly fell back and fell to the ground, pointing at Changxi with trembling fingertips: "You! You did it on purpose!" Changxi has nothing to do with him He flicked the dust off his clothes and returned to the table to continue eating.

For the sake of money, don't bother with him.Bu Qingjue looked at the white money in the bag, and kept giggling non-stop. He took a long breath to see that he was cute like a puppy, and couldn't help but laugh along with him.

As soon as night fell, Bu Qingjue came back with a lot of things. He excitedly listed the new objects—oil lamps, the four treasures of the study, and a few new books.Changxi watched him silently by his side, different from the dumb look when he was studying, now Bu Qingjue looked focused and a little agile.

"Can you write your own name?" Bu Qingjue dipped a brush in ink and asked sideways.

Taking a long breath and shaking his head, he didn't know anything except the common wine flags and the words on the plaque.

"Then... does your name have any special meaning?"

"Long sigh."

"...It doesn't match you at all..." Bu Qingjue was puzzled, no matter how long the breath looked, it had nothing to do with the state of prostitution, and his parents actually gave him such a sad name.

Recalling the description of the eldest brother, Chang Xi explained: "It was late at night when my mother gave birth to my eldest brother. When he was born, the sound of crying and howling caused a strong wind, so he named him Night Breeze. Later, my father always wanted a daughter. My mother gave birth to a daughter. When he got off me, he let out a long sigh, and I named him Changxi. And when it came to the third child, my father found out that he was still a son, so he was so angry that he threw him into the air, and he called Xiang Kong.”

"Pfft..." This is too casual.Bu Qingjue wrote down the word "long breath" with a smile in his eyes, with one swipe and one swipe, the handwriting is neat and round, and although there is no flamboyance, it is full of modesty and reserved charm.He handed the rice paper to Chang Xi and taught him to recognize his name from top to bottom.

"What about yours? How do you write it?"

Bu Qingjue picked up the pen, and just as he was about to drop it, he took a long breath and spread the paper with his name written on it in front of Bu Qingjue: "You can write it next to my name, so that I can remember it conveniently."

After he finished writing, Changxi took it like holding a baby, turned his back to him, and carefully copied the handwriting with his fingers, stroke by stroke, engraved in his heart.

After Bu Qingjue cleaned up the table, he flipped through the new book excitedly. He didn't realize it was time to rest until he found Changxi lying on the couch with his legs crossed.He walked to the side of the couch and did not move for a long time, Ye Feng's cold face was reflected in his mind.

"Still asleep?" Changxi opened his eyes and asked.

"I just think it might be hot if the two of you sleep together. I...I'll sleep on the floor!" After Bu Qingjue finished speaking, he turned around, took a long breath and grabbed him, and with a gentle movement, Bu Qingjue fell into his arms, but he let go of the long breath immediately He: "Aren't you too nervous to sleep on the ground with your body? Let me sleep."

Bu Qingjue heard his own heartbeat very clearly, as if his body was trembling with it. This strange feeling was more ignorant than fear, which made him forget to stop the long breath for a while.With a long breath, he blew out the oil lamp, turned into a dog shape, put his head on his paws, and watched Bu Qingjue quietly under the cover of darkness, watched him lightly untie the hair rope, and the black hair poured down like running water, watched him take off his coat and loosen it. The pale skin that couldn't be covered by the baggy underwear was reflected in the moonlight, watching him look around, and finally smiled in the direction where he was hiding.Looks like I can have a good dream tonight.

After handing over the money to Bu Qingjue, it was his turn to buy vegetables and cook. He also bought various seasonings. It has to be said that Changxi’s use of seasonings is limited to salt and sugar. The cooking method is not only roasted but also roasted. Cooking is indeed not as complete as Bu Qingjue's, and he selects materials and makes it very quickly. If it is a woman, you can marry, and if it is a man, you can at least be a pawn in a restaurant.

Today, Bu Qingjue came back much later than usual, and when he came back, he was still holding new cotton wool, and told Changxi that he had something to give him.

"You bought me something with my money?"

"The most important thing is your heart!" Bu Qingjue muttered in a low voice, "It took a lot of money..."

"Really? What did you buy?"

"I have asked Wang Er to send it to us, and you will know in a while."

The long breath has an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, when Wang Er and several other youths walked in carrying a brand new wooden couch, Changxi felt like being poured with cold water from head to toe.Bu Qingjue told Changxi to move the table away so that the wooden couch could have a place to rest.

The new wooden couch is made of iron wood, with an extremely simple style, basically without any decorative patterns, but it looks much stronger than the dilapidated old couch.Bu Qingjue took the lead to sit on it, knocked on the surface of the couch, and made a dull sound: "This couch is quite strong and big. From now on, I will sleep on the old couch, and you will sleep on the new couch."

Chang Xi wished he could split the couch for firewood, he turned his face away in displeasure: "Take it back, I don't want it, and you will waste less money in the future."

"I bought everything, you love to sleep or not!" Bu Qingjue was also annoyed, if he had known that Changxi was so difficult to serve, he would have left him alone, thanks to his kindness.He threw the cotton wool on the couch and didn't take a long breath.

Changxi's complexion was not good, and he was thinking about how to deal with this surprising "mind".

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