Brother, this showman

As night fell, the dark room was only kept lit by a dim candle, and the bean-sized halo shivered with the night wind blowing in outside the house, casting shadows of candles.

Ye Wenqing pushed the door open and entered, squinting at Song Jihua, who was lying on the desk with only a black head left, walked to the candlestick, picked up scissors, and cut off the long black candle wick soaked in lamp oil with a snap.

"Tell me about Song Shiwen, can you be a little bit promising, what do you save by lighting candles?" Ye Wenqing put down the scissors, walked to the chair pulled aside from Song Jihua, sat down, and tapped on the table with his fingers.

Song Jihua raised his sore neck, squinted his eyes uncomfortably, with a piece of paper stuck to his cheek, and muttered, "I can see clearly anyway."

Ye Wenqing raised his hand and tore off the piece of paper on Song Jihua's face, and glanced down. The signature was the same as before, and it was still in the year of Gengchen.

However, Ye Wenqing didn't worry too much about the time, but was attracted by the content on the paper, the eyebrows gathered into a shallow line, and said in surprise: "The ghost swallows people?"

"En." Song Jihua answered vaguely, rubbed his red eyes, and said with deep tiredness, "He's from Yongding City."

"Are you planning to go to Yongding City?" Ye Wenqing asked.

"That's right." Song Jihua nodded, "There are several letters from Yongding City, and they just happened to be processed together."

"Let's talk about Song Shiwen." Ye Wenqing put the paper back on the table, looked at Song Jihua with his chin on his hand, "You Xiao Guanzong is doing things for others, how do you charge the price?"

"The poor receive ten Wen, and the rich receive 100 taels."

"Then have you ever met a rich man?"

"It has never happened so far. They all cry that they are poor, and I am too embarrassed to say anything else."

"..."

"By the way, Brother Wen Qing, who is that old man you met just now?" Song Jihua asked curiously after folding the papers on the table one by one, carefully stuffing them into his sleeves.

"Zhen Xiangsi." Ye Wenqing pursed his lips, had no time to relax, stepped on the table leg with one foot, and rested on the chair with the other, swaying lazily, "Anyone you meet... madman."

"Really want to die?" Song Jihua was slightly speechless, "He also looks quite old."

"What? Are you still thinking about what happened just now?" Ye Wenqing kicked the table.

Song Jihua pursed her lips, touched her face embarrassingly, and muttered: "It's obvious that you don't look scary."

Ye Wenqing chuckled, put the upturned chair back to its original position with a snap, sat upright, and said meaningfully: "Maybe it's not because you were scared by your face, but..."

Song Jihua paused, met Ye Wenqing's playful gaze, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and asked, "What is it?"

"Poverty! The poverty that radiates from the inside out makes even a beggar feel terrible."

"..."

"Actually, seeing you again, I also think you are scary, and you can be described as abominable."

"...Brother Wen Qing, you have nothing to do. We meet again after a long absence. Why don't you listen to me playing a tune?"

The conversation came to an abrupt end with the sound of the door slamming shut.

Song Jihua put down the colorful bamboo flute in his hand, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually froze, and his deep eyes fell on the trembling wooden door.

After leaving the door, Ye Wenqing stood on the long corridor, walked a few steps forward, looked back at Song Jihua's room by the candlelight hanging on the wall, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

As soon as Ye Wenqing walked to the door of his house, he saw Feng Lianchen squatting on the threshold, looking at him sadly: "If big brother doesn't come back again, I'm going to cry in fright."

"Then you are crying, there are no tears." Ye Wenqing answered casually, and Feng Lianchen fell silent.

Ye Wenqing realized that something was wrong, Feng Lianchen, a brat, now relied on his small appearance, acting like a coquettish and playing tricks is also one of the best.

He immediately looked down, sure enough.Tears were already shining in the dark eyes, the end of the eyes was pink, and there was a bean-sized crystal hanging on the slender eyelashes, and she was about to cry.

"Hey hey." Ye Wenqing quickly covered Feng Lianchen's eyes, "Don't cry, don't cry." He was really terrified of this little brat crying.

Ye Wenqing bent down and picked up Feng Lianchen, closed the door with his feet, and glanced at the midnight snacks on the table.

It's two bowls of vegetable and egg noodles.The golden eggs are covered with green vegetable leaves, like the rising sun surrounded by majestic mountains.The spoons and chopsticks were placed neatly, but there was no heat rising from them.

The inn never offers cold food to the guests, and if this is excluded, the only thing left is that the supper is delivered early.

"Why don't you eat it by yourself first?" Ye Wenqing put Feng Lianchen down, touched the wall of the bowl, it was still warm.

"I thought big brother would be back soon." Feng Lianchen leaned on the stool with both hands, looked at Ye Wenqing with his head tilted, pursed his mouth in dissatisfaction, "I didn't know it took so long."

"Don't call me big brother." Ye Wenqing glanced at him, raised his hand and patted Feng Lianchen on the head.Then he picked up the chopsticks and pushed aside the cooled noodles on the top, and suddenly got into a round head in his arms, and almost couldn't hold the chopsticks in his hand steadily.

"What are you doing!" Ye Wenqing yelled, and pressed his head in his arms with one hand.

"Why can't you call Big Brother?" Feng Lianchen blinked his big eyes and asked innocently, "I called you before, and I also called out a few days ago."

Ye Wenqing looked at him expressionlessly, and said sarcastically, "Which big brother have you ever seen bring someone's little brother to the bed and return him to hug and do handwork? If you shout like that, just sit down and be honest." Well, behave yourself, or I'll look like a pervert."

Feng Lianchen was stunned for a moment, then laughed, hugged Ye Wenqing's neck, and planted a heavy kiss on his face, You felt dissatisfied and wanted to lean on those lips to taste, but was pinched and backed away go.

"Don't mess with me like you are now." Ye Wenqing clamped Feng Lianchen's wobbling arms, and put him back in place, with a face of rejection and disgust, "I can't stand it."

Feng Lianchen supported the tabletop, his arms climbed onto Ye Wenqing's neck again, pinched Ye Wenqing's chin and turned his face away, leaned forward, gently sucked the thin lips that Xiao had wanted for a long time, sucked wantonly, Licking. Licking, he smiled softly: "Big brother, I've changed back."

"Get out!" Ye Wenqing pushed him away angrily, picked up the chopsticks at hand and stuffed them into Feng Lianchen's hands, and put the selected noodles in front of him, "It's delicious!"

"Big brother, can you feed me?" Feng Lianchen held his chopsticks and looked at Ye Wenqing eagerly, "Just now I also fed you wontons, it's a courtesy."

Ye Wenqing didn't even look at him, and sat with her own face in a far away place, buried her head in eating, scolding Feng Lianchen for being shameless in her heart while eating.

Feng Lianchen rubbed his nose resentfully, knowing that if he continued to play, he might lose his face again, so he could only honestly eat his own noodles.

"Go to bed early after eating." Ye Wenqing put down his chopsticks, went to the basin to wash his hands, picked up a cloth and wiped his face.

"Where are you going, senior brother?" Seeing Ye Wenqing walking towards the door, Feng Lianchen's heart rang out, and he blocked the door with a bang.

"You!" Ye Wenqing looked at Feng Lianchen's zongzi-like feet in astonishment and was able to move around so flexibly, his heart was burning with anger, and he stared at him suspiciously, "You've been lying to me?"

"No." Feng Lianchen shook his head without changing his expression.

"During the day, you still complain that you have no energy to walk, and it hurts even if you walk. Now you are standing safely, and you still say no?" Ye Wenqing pointed at Feng Lianchen, his fingertips were trembling with anger, and he casually grabbed his hand He threw things at him without even looking at them, "You little bastard! You only know how to lie to me! Bai has loved you for so long!"

What Ye Wenqing just threw over was a piece of wood used to pad the legs of a table. It was neither heavy nor light, and it hit Feng Lianchen's forehead with a bang.

Feng Lianchen stood there blankly, letting Ye Wenqing vent his anger.

Ye Wenqing was still angry, but when he saw the wound on Feng Lianchen's forehead that had already scabbed open again, and the blood was like a prairie fire again, all the anger in his stomach disappeared in an instant.

"Senior brother doesn't believe me." Feng Lianchen's eyelids drooped, his eyes were filled with grief, and there was even a cry in his words, full of grievances.

Ye Wenqing couldn't help but reflect on whether he had really wronged Feng Lianchen.

"No matter what I do, brother will feel that I'm lying to you." Feng Lianchen raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eyes, smiled wryly, and turned around limping.

"What are you going to do?" Ye Wenqing asked.

"Standing here will hinder senior brother's eyes, I'd better go and stay elsewhere." Feng Lianchen said sadly, he was dragged back as soon as he put his hand on the door frame.

"How old are you, what do you look like crying all the time? Wronged little daughter-in-law?" Ye Wenqing grabbed Feng Lianchen's arm and wrapped it around his shoulders to hug him horizontally, "I can't tell you yet Is it? It's the other way around, you kid can turn your face faster than you can turn a book."

"Where do you want to go when you are a cripple? I will serve you again when you fall and touch."

Ye Wenqing babbled and put Feng Lianchen on the bed, while she sat on the edge of the bed, raising her foot to press down on his good right leg to prevent him from escaping again.

"Sleep honestly, and get up early tomorrow." Ye Wenqing tried his best to ignore the burning gaze around him, extinguished the candle with a blow of his hand, and pulled the quilt to cover it.

In the darkness, Feng Lianchen stared at his round eyes, and after several trials, he finally grabbed Ye Wenqing's hand, and said cautiously, "Senior Brother, do you plan to go to Yongding City with Brother Song next?"

Ye Wenqing didn't break free from that hand, and didn't pay attention to him.

Feng Lianchen said to himself: "Senior Brother, I will go too, so Zhen Xiangsi will also take it with me? I don't know the identity of the corpse dug up in Penglai Wenwen's backyard, but I think it is not an ordinary person. After all, he has blue weapons, so he must be a monk of a certain sect, or a casual cultivator of some kind."

"Brother, do you think there is some kind of connection here?"

"Sleep with you!" Ye Wenqing pulled the quilt over Feng Lianchen's head with one hand.

Feng Lianchen under the quilt finally breathed a sigh of relief, scratched Ye Wenqing's palm, then grabbed it to his lips and kissed, finally closed his eyes contentedly.

Ye Wenqing's tense face finally relaxed, a helpless smile played on his lips, and he cursed in a low voice: "Little bastard."