Brother, this showman

"Feng Lianchen?" Ye Wenqing called out uncertainly, "What are you doing?"

"Big... big brother." Feng Lianchen moved his head, but he still couldn't lift his head up. His words contained grievance and pity, and said in a low voice, "It's stuck, I can't get out."

"Stuck?" Ye Wenqing walked over suspiciously, and looked at Feng Lianchen's current situation through the candlelight leaking from the window of someone else's house.

The width of the ditch was exactly the size of a grown man's palm. Ye Wenqing stretched out his hand and stroked the back of Feng Lianchen's head, and it was indeed about the same size.

"There are still feet." Feng Lianchen moved his fallen foot again, "It hurts a bit."

Ye Wenqing felt weak for a while, angry and distressed, slapped him lightly on the back, and cursed: "Are you stupid? You can fall into the ditch on such a wide road?"

"Big brother, what should I do? How can I get out?" Feng Lianchen yelled pitifully, shaking his head with difficulty, "Big brother, can you help me?"

Feng Lianchen spoke one big brother after another, which made Ye Wenqing upset, and slapped him on the back again: "Fuck your big brother! Shout out! Shut up!"

"Senior brother." Feng Lianchen changed his words wisely, "Head is stuck, it hurts."

Ye Wenqing looked at the ditch, took out Qingshuang, used the dignified first-grade purple martial arts weapon as a crowbar, and loosened the stones near Feng Lianchen without hesitation, while protecting his face with his hands .

When Feng Lianchen stood up again, dawn had already dawned in the east, and the crescent moon, which had been reluctant to leave the sky, finally tucked in a few thin clouds and said goodbye.

I don't know whose rooster ran out of the cage early, raised his head and chest, walked proudly on the street, looked at the two people by the ditch with a pair of soybean-sized eyes, and then waved his wings in disgust and left.

"Come on, see if you can move." Ye Wenqing finally pulled Feng Lianchen out of the ditch, sat on the ground wearily, and pointed to his foot that had been stuck for more than half an hour.

Feng Lianchen didn't get any better, his face was covered with bloodstains scraped by stones, like a tabby cat, his hair was still stained with the filth from the ditch, dirty, and there was a thin powder at the end of his eyes , Let people feel pity when they see it.

"It hurts." Feng Lianchen moved his left foot, couldn't help taking a breath, sat down on the ground with a plop, and frowned at Ye Wenqing, "Brother, is my leg broken?"

Ye Wenqing's face darkened when he heard this, and he gently pressed his left leg with his hand. Feng Lianchen frowned from the pain, and his body kept shaking.

"Congratulations." Ye Wenqing patted Feng Lianchen's shoulder and said expressionlessly, "It's not broken, it's just sprained."

"It's sprained?" Feng Lianchen lowered his head, pursed his thin lips, looked at his left leg steadfastly, and muttered to himself, "Isn't it really broken? It's so swollen that I can't even move it. "

"What? Are you still wishing to break your own foot?" Ye Wenqing gave him an annoyed look, listening to this regretful tone, is it human?

Feng Lianchen was silent for a long time, buried his head on his chest, his slender eyelashes drooped, and endless sadness and misery emerged from the shallow shadows of the two nests, like a fallen leaf blown up and down by the autumn wind.He pursed his lips and said, "Brother, you can go, leave me alone."

"Huh? I didn't hear you clearly, please say it again." Ye Wenqing narrowed his eyes slightly, and his narrow pupils were stained with anger, and he pressed heavily on Feng Lianchen's ankle with his hand.

Feng Lianchen grinned in pain, moved his body to the side, tilted his head stubbornly, slowly tightened his hands supporting the ground, and said with a dejected expression: "Senior brother doesn't want to see me, now is the right time to get rid of me. Even if I have the ability to go to heaven and earth, and I can't go to my brother when my foot is not healed. In this way, without me, my brother can be pure and happy alone."

"Fuck you! If you keep talking, believe it or not, I'll really break your leg?" Ye Wenqing cursed in a low voice, bent down to pick him up, but Feng Lianchen grabbed his wrist just as he stretched out his hand.

"Senior brother." Feng Lianchen raised his pink eyes, and in the deep pupils he traced Ye Wenqing with tenderness, and tears flowed from time to time along with the choked voice.

"Brother, if you don't leave now, I will never let you go again." Feng Lianchen's Adam's apple twitched, he stared blankly at Ye Wenqing, holding his trembling wrist, and muttered to himself , "If you don't leave, I will think about it, and I will never let you go again."

Ye Wenqing pulled out his imprisoned wrist, straightened his sour waist, and lowered his head to catch a glimpse of a drop of crystal hanging on Feng Lianchen's curled eyelashes.The red eyes and nose are like a little white rabbit who is obviously afraid of being abandoned but wants to pretend to be fearless.

"Feng Lianchen." Ye Wenqing rubbed the center of his brows, sighed softly, and reached out to hug him again, "One last time."

Feng Lianchen's eyes widened in astonishment, and the crystals on his eyelashes trembled, crumbling, wanting to embrace a wider world several times.

"Brother, can you explain clearly? I don't understand very well." Feng Lianchen raised his hand indiscriminately and wiped his eyes, and finally engraved the crystal drop on the back of his hand. His eyes were sore and weak, his voice was hoarse, and his lips were trembling, "Can you make it clear?"

He wanted to stretch out his hand to hug Ye Wenqing, but he froze in the air, refusing to approach him for a long time. He looked at Ye Wenqing with pleading eyes, and begged in a hoarse voice: "Brother, I don't quite understand what you mean, and neither do I." Dare to guess casually, I am afraid that my understanding is different from yours, I am afraid. So, please, can you make it clear? Make it clear for me. Brother, please."

Ye Wenqing took the initiative to hold Feng Lianchen's hand, his eyes were full of tenderness, like a cluster of fire rising from the iceberg and snow field, melting all the coldness and helplessness.He smiled slightly: "Feng Lianchen, I don't want to spend the rest of my life with a cripple. So, hurry up, if I want to hug you, you have to cherish it, even if you don't want to, you have to pretend to be [-]% enthusiastic for me. Also, Children, don't think so deeply."

Ye Wenqing thought about it carefully, it was true that he was angry with Feng Lianchen, but more of it was distress and liking.He also doesn't want to deceive himself to pretend he doesn't like it when he obviously likes it, it's so boring.

Now that you like it, please continue to like it, otherwise you will live up to the passion you never turned back at the beginning.

People live for a hundred years, don't they just want to have a good time.A vassal is what he is after.

Feng Lianchen's eyes widened when he heard the words, his originally dull eyes immediately gleamed, the brilliance flowed, the corners of his mouth were wide open, tears welled up again, he threw himself heavily into Ye Wenqing's arms, put his arms around his neck, and sobbed: : "Thank you brother, thank you, really thank you."

Ye Wenqing hugged Feng Lianchen back, rubbed his head, then lifted him up into his arms, slapped his buttocks several times, and snorted coldly: "Such a big man, Cry at every turn, whatever it looks like, don't cry."

Instead of stopping, Feng Lianchen cried even harder, until Ye Wenqing's collar was wet from crying, clinging to his body, sticky and very uncomfortable.

"The child is crying like this and doesn't know how to coax him. How did he become a father?"

It happened that a vegetable farmer who was rushing to the market with a trolley passed by. Seeing Feng Lianchen's sobbing appearance, he glanced at Ye Wenqing with some reproach. Chu.

Ye Wenqing deliberately pretended not to hear, turned around silently, and walked forward.

The vegetable farmer opened his mouth and wanted to say something else, but it was obvious that Ye Wenqing had left, so he could only walk forward with his cart full of vegetables.

"Feng Lianchen, don't cry." Ye Wenqing was finally annoyed by Feng Lianchen's crying, and squeezed his neck.

Feng Lianchen still didn't look up.

"Ancestor, sweetheart, sweetheart, baby, Hani." Ye Wenqing searched his guts and collected all the nasty words that lovers call each other, and even pulled out a Western word, and he felt ashamed when he said it all at once. Panic, ears a little hot, "Hey, whatever you are, it's mine. Now, as your man, I ask you, can you stop crying?"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Feng Lianchen didn't get an answer, but Ye Wenqing's uneasiness was shattered by the earth-shattering cries, and finally only restlessness remained, eager to vent it.

"Zhen Xiangsi!" Ye Wenqing stepped forward and kicked Zhen Xiangsi, who was running wildly, to the ground, raised his eyebrows, and said angrily, "It's so early in the morning, what a ghost!"

Zhen Xiangsi lay down on the ground with an ouch, and then jumped up immediately, clutching his buttocks and spinning around in place, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, he wanted to scream a few more times, but when he met Ye Wenqing's eyes, he immediately froze, looking miserable. Said: "I was bitten by a dog, it hurts."

"What are you doing to provoke the dog?" Ye Wenqing had a headache.

Zhen Xiangsi pursed his lips aggrievedly: "Blocking someone's way." Then he was bitten by a dog and kicked out.

"You owe it too!" Ye Wenqing laughed unceremoniously.

"Okay, my family teacher, my family treasure, no, my little Ye Zi sprained his ankle, I'll take him to the doctor's clinic." Ye Wenqing just said that it was smooth and he yelled three times in a row before he yelled something that made him feel less weird Said, "Go back to the inn by yourself first, it was booked for you yesterday, just tell Xiao Er."

"Young Master Ye, can I go to the clinic with you? More people work harder." Zhen Xiangsi trotted forward, smiling flatteringly.The twitchy look is just short of wearing a long pink dress for him, pinching the hem of the skirt like a little girl, with as hot eyes as you want.

"Young Master Ye?" Ye Wenqing sneered, "I never told you that my surname is Ye. Why don't you have the guts to call me by that name?"

Zhen Xiangsi's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he immediately covered his mouth, looking at Ye Wenqing anxiously, his lips moved, quite entangled.

"Okay, don't act, it's boring." Ye Wenqing turned around, "You can go back at ease, the man in black will come again in a while, and you can talk about it when I come back."