Brother, this showman

In the early morning of the next day, Ye Wenqing lazily got up from the bed, and found that Feng Lianchen who was sleeping on the other side had disappeared, and instinctively turned his head to search in the house.

The door creaked and did not open. Feng Lianchen came in from the outside with a tray, met Ye Wenqing's eyes, and smiled slightly: "Brother is awake? Then get up and wash up and have some breakfast to rest your stomach."

"What's wrong with you now?" Ye Wenqing asked while putting on his clothes. He hadn't forgotten that Feng Lianchen suddenly fainted in the bath last night.

"No." Feng Lianchen shook his head, "Everything is fine."

"Why don't we go to the hospital to see a doctor later?" Ye Wenqing said still worriedly, "Don't think that you don't take these things seriously because you are young. Some diseases are caused by not seeing them in time..."

Ye Wenqing was wearing a cumbersome girdle, and as he talked, he felt it was necessary. He raised his head and met a pair of black eyes as bright as stars, which were filled with starlight.

"Brother, are you worried about me?" Feng Lianchen put down the tray and slowly approached him.

"Uh... yes." Ye Wenqing subconsciously took a step back, rubbed his nose, and felt a little guilty for no reason. He is not such a nagging person on weekdays. If it were Lu Yan, he would probably just laugh at it. After a pause, let him go to see a doctor by himself.

As if to cover up this inexplicable mood, Ye Wenqing said a little louder: "I am your senior brother! It should be like this between senior brothers."

Feng Lianchen paused, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, his eyes lowered, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze for a moment, and he murmured: "Yes, brother."

The things he had been adhering to all this time appeared to be broken last night. He once thought about simply lifting off that layer of tulle and finding a suitable time to express his heart.

But Ye Wenqing's words snuffed out the sparks that had risen in his heart, he was just a senior, how dare he ask for too much?

The hand hidden in the sleeve trembled slightly, and the heat from the fingertips faded away quickly, unwilling but helpless.

"Brother, the porridge should be cold." Feng Lianchen turned his back to Ye Wenqing, went around and sat down at the table, "Hurry up."

The moment Feng Lianchen turned around, Ye Wenqing suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, as if something was lost by him inadvertently at this moment.

The two brothers and sisters were relatively silent until the sound of a fierce quarrel outside.

Ye Wenqing stood at the stairs, looking at the messy first floor.

A burly man with a blushing face, the sleeves on his wrists rolled up, revealing his strong arms, one hand was grabbing the stool, the other hand was grabbing the collar of a skinny man, cursing: "I fucking said The food is cold, can't you hear me? You Zhen Lihai said that you want to treat me to dinner, but the leftovers are cold food, you fucking pigs also know to give hot food!"

Zhen Lihai, who was caught, was already thin and small, her toes were on the ground, her face was pale, but she was not to be outdone: "Gou Jiba, this is obviously a hot dish, and it just came out of the kitchen, so you deliberately provoked it!"

Ji Ba was furious: "Fuck your mother! It's still hot food without even breathing! You're blind!"

"Let go of me!" Zhen Lihai's chest heaved violently, her breathing was a little rough, and she rolled her eyes several times.

Ji Ba?Zhen Lihai?What are these names?

The corner of Ye Wenqing's mouth twitched violently. Do people choose names so casually nowadays?

"Two heroes." The shopkeeper stood tremblingly by the side, "Don't fight any more, if you are dissatisfied, tell me, we will re-fry the dishes when they are cold, and blame me, how about it?"

"Impossible!" Ji Ba and Zhen Lihai said in unison.

"The shopkeeper is none of your business, this dish is obviously hot! This bastard is deliberately looking for trouble!" Zhen Lihai scolded.

"The shopkeeper, go away, he made this dish cold on purpose! This fucking thing is on purpose!" Ji Ba replied, and smashed the stool on the table beside him with a bang, scaring Zhen Lihai trembling.

The two glared at each other and refused to back down.

People who hid at the door to watch the excitement found a suitable place to wait and see what happened. Some vendors even sold their own melon seeds and desserts.

What's more, I have already bought a small stool, and I am looking at it with relish with melon seeds in my hand.

Ye Wenqing couldn't help feeling that no matter where he was, there was never a shortage of people eating melon seeds watching the excitement.

The shopkeeper's back was already dripping with cold sweat, and if this continued, his business would no longer be necessary.

When he was in a dilemma, he met Ye Wenqing at the stairs.

"Young master." The shopkeeper looked at Ye Wenqing with a look of asking for help, "Can you help me?"

Ye Wenqing pointed at himself, then at the two people who were still entangled together: "How do I fight?"

"No, no." The shopkeeper waved his hand, "You just need to pull the two of us apart together, Young Master."

"Together with the young master behind you." Looking at Feng Lianchen's gloomy expression, the shopkeeper added another sentence.

"Let's go." Ye Wenqing was about to say that Feng Lianchen was not needed, but Feng Lianchen spoke first.

Helpless, the two brothers and sisters had no choice but to go downstairs.

The two were born to be handsome, Ye Wenqing had the posture of green bamboo, tall and tall.Feng Lianchen is in the state of the bright moon, bright and clear.

The son is like jade, and he is unforgettable when he sees it.

With the appearance of the two, the originally noisy environment quieted down instantly, and the people sitting at the door watching the excitement didn't even notice that the melon seeds in their hands had dropped.

Ji Ba was also taken aback, while Zhen Lihai took the opportunity to escape from his grasp, and hid far away, retching while holding on to the pillar.

Ji Ba came back to his senses, looked at the empty palm, his eyes were like sharp swords, and pointed coldly at Zhen Lihai: "Do you still dare to escape?"

"Nonsense!" Zhen Lihai rolled his eyes at him, "If I don't run away, I will lose my temper!"

Where is the need for persuasion now?It's all loosened up.

Ye Wenqing turned his head to look at the shopkeeper, only to see the shopkeeper clasped his hands together with a pleading expression on his face.

Ye Wenqing had no choice but to step forward and ask: "Humanity is out of the house, harmony makes money, Ye Qing, why are the two of you fighting? Can you tell me next time? I'm sure I can explain it to you two? "

People in the world are more tolerant of good-looking things, so when Ji Ba saw Ye Wenqing, his expression softened, and he clasped his fists and said, "Ji Ba."

I know.Ye Wenqing said with a clear heart, this name will never be forgotten once it is heard.

"The one who 'pulls the mountain with strength and surpasses the world'." Ji Ba added.

The moral is good, but it reads weirdly.

"Brother Ji." Ye Wenqing cupped his hands and said, but it felt weird when he said the words.

"I'm Zhen Lihai." Zhen Lihai quietly moved forward a few steps, and shrank behind Feng Lianchen, "The Lihai of 'A Pear Blossom Presses a Begonia'."

The name sounded all right, but the explanation turned out to be odd, very odd.

Ye Wenqing tried his best to restrain the untimely image in his mind, and coughed lightly: "Brother Ji, Brother Zhen. Can you tell me why the two of you are arguing?"

"This fucking dog is better than things. He robbed me of my business yesterday and said he would give me an apology." Ji Ba pointed at Zhen Lihai, scowling. What I ate was leftovers and cold food, all cold dishes, and it’s almost the same for pigs! There is no sincerity at all, and it is completely provoking me on purpose!"

"Nonsense!" Zhen Lihai blushed with anger, had a thick neck, and was at a disadvantage in height, so she could only put her hands on her waist, raised her chin, and replied aggressively, "It's obviously hot! You dog just can't eat good food, Destined not to have that blessing! I can only squat on the side of the road and eat your broken steamed buns on the sand!"

"You!" Ji Ba was furious at being scolded by him, and he raised his fist and wanted to hit Zhen Lihai over Ye Wenqing, "You have been smashing your own brain with a big stone in your fucking chest all day long, haven't you?"

Ji Ba was stopped by Ye Wenqing in time, and Zhen Lihai made a face at him relying on Feng Lianchen's side: "So what? It's better than burning half of your hair when you played with fire yesterday."

Zhen Lihai and Ji Ba are both jugglers in the town, and they often quarrel, and everyone is no stranger to it, but they didn't expect to fight today, which is a bit new.

As soon as Zhen Lihai finished speaking, the people huddled at the door involuntarily turned their gazes to Ji Ba's head. His temple hair was curled unnaturally, and the bottom was still a little burnt yellow.

Everyone knows, it really burnt the hair.

"Damn it, if you didn't hit me with a stone when you were playing with broken rocks, would I burn myself?" Don't mention this, Ji Ba will get angry when you mention it, because after the burnt hair yesterday, originally All the spectators ran to Zhen Lihai's side.

"Stones don't have eyes, how do I know!" Zhen Lihai said righteously, "You can't hide yourself?"

"As soon as I spit wine out of my mouth, the fire started up. You fucking let me spout the wine while holding the fire to hide?" Ji Ba's eyes widened, "Why don't you break the boulder while turning around?"

Everyone laughed at the scene described in Ji Ba's words, and there was laughter one after another.

Ye Wenqing wanted to hold back, but couldn't hold back, and lowered his head to chuckle.

"So didn't I know that I was wrong to make amends to you?" Zhen Lihai's words went back to the beginning, "It's obviously a hot dish, but you just said it's cold."

Ji Ba was out of breath, picked up a plate of braised pork on the table, and put it heavily on the table with a bang, oil and water splashed all over, wet the back of Ye Wenqing's hands.

Ji Ba threw the chopsticks to Zhen Lihai's hand, "You fucking taste it yourself!"

Zhen Lihai picked up a piece of meat with the chopsticks and put it in his mouth, and started to eat it.

"It's obviously hot." Zhen Lihai still insisted.

Ji Ba's throat was dry from yelling, and he didn't bother to argue with him anymore, so he stretched out his hand to greet everyone watching the theater outside the door: "Everyone, come and taste it, let's judge together."

When everyone watching the theater heard that there was such a good thing, they hurriedly joined in.

"It's cold, but the meat tastes good."

"It's hot, why is it cold? It's obviously warm."

"Fart, you fucking didn't eat at all!"

"Nonsense, I obviously ate it!"

"Okay, okay, if you don't want to eat it, let me eat it, um, yes, it's cold, and it tastes better if it's hot."

……

Polarized for a while, Ye Wenqing frowned, raised his hand to touch the oil splashed on the back of his hand, it was clearly cold, and there was no temperature at all. If Zhen Lihai insisted that the dishes were hot, it could only mean that he was trying to hide himself guilty conscience.But why did some of the people who just came in say that the food was hot?Is it casual, or is it true?

Can the same dish really have different temperatures?

Ye Wenqing didn't believe in evil, so he grabbed the chopsticks and put it in his mouth before the last piece of meat was snatched away.

The meat was as cold as ice, with white lard floating on it, and the lean meat had hardened, making it difficult to chew.

Ye Wenqing lowered his head and spat out the meat in his mouth, his eyes wandered back and forth among the few people, could it be that there are Zhen Lihai's cronies among them?

Ji Ba was too lazy to see Zhen Lihai any more, and strode away with a dark face.

Not long after, Zhen Lihai checked out and left.

"Brother Wenqing, Lianchen, good morning." Song Jihua's lazy voice came from the stairs.

Ye Wenqing's thoughts were interrupted, and he turned his head to look at Song Jihua who was leaning against the railing and stretched his waist, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "Where did Brother Song get the money to live in the hotel?"

Song Jihua only had ten Wen, so it was not enough to stay in a hotel. They didn't seem to book a room for him last night.

"Borrowed." Song Jihua admitted frankly.

"Which fool would lend money to Song Jihua? How can this guy have the money to pay back." Ye Wenqing said with a clear heart.

However, Ye Wenqing was still very curious, and asked in a tactful way: "I wonder which hero gave generously?"

Song Jihua smiled brightly, pointed at Feng Lianchen with gratitude in his eyes: "Of course it is Lianchen."

Ye Wenqing: "..."

Ye Wenqing was silent for a moment, turned to look at Feng Lianchen, opened his mouth and was about to speak, when he saw a man dressed as a servant coming in at the door, looked around the hall, then ran to Ye Wenqing, hurriedly said: : "I am Niu Er, a servant of the Guo family, all immortal masters, my master is here to invite you."