Brother, this showman

Lu Yan was originally ordered to give gifts to various sects this time. After returning, he happened to pass by Qingshui Town to see how Ye Wenqing and the others were doing. Who knew that he was thrown out of the window at night and paid a tael of silver.

Lu Yan was afraid that he would get into a fight with Ye Wenqing if he couldn't control himself, so he simply left in the dark and left a sentence before leaving: "If you are going to die in the future, don't write your last words, no one wants to read them."

Ye Wenqing didn't refute in person, but secretly took the money bag away.

After Lu Yan returned to Yanran's stage, he was so angry that he jumped up and down. If Wen Yu hadn't ordered him to do something, he might have turned back again.

Ye Wenqing took the money and simply changed the room for himself.

His room is only separated from Feng Lianchen by a wall, and it is not soundproof, you can hear the next door turning around.

At first, I thought it was nothing to do with it, but now I made up my mind to correct Feng Lianchen's thinking, and cut off the seedling in his heart in time.

In the early morning of the next day, just as the sunlight left footprints on the windows, the people in the room opened the windows, allowing the golden light to easily cover the floor.

The town that has been sleeping all night is gradually waking up.

Ye Wenqing leaned against the window sill and stretched, yawned, put on his coat, opened the door and went out.

On the opposite side, Feng Lianchen was standing in front of a room door, his knuckle fingers curled up slightly, with a hesitant expression on his face, he wanted to knock but didn't dare.

Ye Wenqing ran away with the last trace of drowsiness, and hurriedly withdrew his feet and retreated to the house, but the sound of closing the door still alarmed Feng Lianchen.

Feng Lianchen was surprised and puzzled at first, and finally calmed down. He walked to Ye Wenqing's door calmly, and called out in a low voice: "Senior brother."

The voice was moody and angry.

Ye Wenqing paused, thinking about his own reaction, what was he afraid of?I didn't do anything wrong.

"Good morning, Junior Brother." Ye Wenqing tidied up his clothes, opened the door again, and smiled at him.

"When did you change it?" Feng Lianchen asked.

"I accidentally flipped over the bed in that room, so I changed it." Ye Wenqing lied without blushing.

"Senior brother is avoiding me?" Feng Lianchen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the slender eyelashes drooped down, and the light and shadow cast a small nest of shadows there.

"No...no." Ye Wenqing tried his best to deny, "What am I hiding from you?"

"Because I like senior brother." Feng Lianchen said bluntly, looking straight at Ye Wenqing, "Does senior brother hate me? Just because I like it?"

Ye Wenqing: "..."

Why is this kid so blind?Isn't he usually very clever?

No matter how eloquent Ye Wenqing was on weekdays, his tongue seemed to be knotted and he couldn't utter a single word.

Feng Lianchen lowered his head in disappointment, turned around and walked towards the stairs: "Let's go downstairs and have breakfast."

Ye Wenqing looked at Feng Lianchen's fading figure, he looked like an abandoned pet, his desolation was pitiful.

Ye Wenqing closed the door with his backhand, raised his foot to catch up with him and wanted to grab him, but stopped after taking two steps.

Feng Lianchen at the stairway slowed down, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Ye Wenqing stopped, his eyes darkened, he withdrew his gaze, and went downstairs alone.

Ye Wenqing irritatedly took out his fan and fanned it, secretly regretting his actions just now, what would he say if he really caught up?Say I don't hate you like me?Then what?What if Yan Lianchen felt that he was acquiescing to his words of liking him, and instead got deeper and deeper, what should he do?

"Brother Wen Qing, what are you doing this morning?" Song Jihua yawned and walked out of the room, sleepiness still remaining in his eyes.

"I'm curious why God gave me such a handsome face, which made Hua Die stop for me." Ye Wenqing sighed with a sad face, "Ah, I'm afraid Brother Song can't understand the troubles of beautiful men."

Song Jihua: "..."

"Brother Wenqing should actually thank Lingtang." Song Jihua leaned against the door frame expressionlessly, with a hint of sarcasm at the end of his eyes, "I blame her for giving you a mouth that can speak well."

"Well, it makes sense." Ye Wenqing automatically blocked Song Jihua's words, and lightly closed the folding fan, "Let's go downstairs and have breakfast."

The three of them ate breakfast around the Eight Immortals table, without saying a word, only the sound of spoons hitting porcelain bowls on the table.

After breakfast, Ye Wenqing and Xiao Er sat in the back yard basking in the sun and chatted familiarly, holding a handful of melon seeds in their hands.

Song Jihua also pulled the bench to join the camp, looked around for a moment, and asked suspiciously: "Where is Lianchen?"

"Stay indoors." Ye Wenqing said casually.

"Will he be willing to stay alone in the room when you are here?" Song Jihua was even more surprised.

Wherever Ye Wenqing was on weekdays, Feng Lianchen would definitely be by his side.It's really strange that he didn't follow today.

Song Jihua rolled his eyes, moved to Ye Wenqing's side, and asked in a low voice, "You...argued?"

"Who has the heart to quarrel with me with my face?" Ye Wenqing glanced at him and said solemnly.

Song Jihua: "..."

I!Not only do I want to quarrel, I also want to fight!

Ye Wenqing kowtowed the melon seeds and continued to chat with Xiaoer, but he was a little absent-minded, and the boy seemed to go out directly after eating.

Feng Lianchen held a golden bell the size of a thumb in his palm, wondering if he could make his senior brother happy when he went back.

"This young man!"

As soon as Feng Lianchen put the bell into his arms, he was startled to tremble by a terrifying broken gong.

A man dressed as a Taoist priest appeared in front of him, wearing a tattered Taoist robe, with a dark face, as if he just got out of the stove.

Because of this special skin color, his teeth are particularly white, um... There is also a little green, which is the vegetable leaves stuck between the teeth.

"What's the matter with this Taoist priest?" Feng Lianchen looked at the Taoist priest suspiciously.

The Taoist enthusiastically pulled Feng Lianchen's sleeve and walked to his booth, and mysteriously handed him a piece of paper: "Among the vast crowd, a poor man can see the young master at a glance, and the young master can also meet the poor Taoist. It shows that the young master has a predestined relationship with the poor."

Feng Lianchen was confused, but he still patiently spread out the paper and looked at it carefully, but his expression gradually became complicated.

"Are you still secretly sad because you want to be alone? Are you still crying silently because you love her, she loves him, and he doesn't love her, but she still loves him and doesn't love you? Are you still crying for your love?" Are you full of enthusiasm and have no one to tell, and your heart is broken? Then what are you waiting for! Come to Dongjie to find Huangya, and the love flower will bloom early!"

On the bottom side of the paper, there is a row of petty lowercase letters, which are all kinds of prices.

such as:

Wipe Your Tears Dry—Fifty Wen

Give You a Hug of Love - Sixty Essays

36 Strategies for Love - Five Twos

Make a plan——Twelve

Warm venue - look at the venue fee, the price is as you like

[Also: If it doesn't work, you won't be charged, and if you have yellow teeth, you deserve it. 】

Feng Lianchen: "..."

Eyes hurt.

"How is it? Is there anything you need, Young Master?" Huang Ya's eyes flashed with anticipation, and he looked at Feng Lianchen earnestly, "Today, young master, I can give you a discount."

"No, thank you." Feng Lianchen blinked and returned the paper to him.

"Young Master, you don't want to be affectionate and loving with your sweetheart until you grow old?" Huang Ya still refused to give up. He just saw the golden bell in this man's hand. He was well dressed, and he looked like a rich man.

"Love can't be the hardest thing." Huang Ya continued to add fuel to the fire, "Pindao has seen countless idiots complaining about women, and the melancholy on the young master's brow can't be concealed from the poor one. It's obviously because of love. Two people's methods must be better than one's." People's methods are much more effective. It's good to have someone to give you advice."

Feng Lianchen looked a little loose.

Huang Ya suppressed his excitement, and continued his efforts: "Master, why don't you chat with the poor? You can give me the price, anyway, we are destined."

"Okay." Feng Lianchen nodded, and sat down on the stool beside him.

Huang Ya immediately smiled, and poured Feng Lianchen a cup of hot tea enthusiastically, almost obsequiously: "Sir, speak slowly."

Holding the tea, Feng Lianchen said slowly: "My sweetheart looks very good, he is the best person in the world, with excellent temper and temperament..."

Huang Fang's smile gradually stiffened, and finally disappeared, and it was difficult to force it.

He has been in the industry for so many years, and this is the first time he met Feng Lianchen, who would boast about how good his sweetheart was when he sat down, and even boasted about two cups of tea without any heavy taste?

"He's fine, but I'm not." Feng Lianchen said a lot, and after taking the last sip of tea in the cup, he put the cup back on the table, and concluded, "What should the Taoist priest say about me?"

You ask me, who the hell am I asking?You've been praising people, you didn't get to the point at all, and in the end you said "it's my fault". What's wrong with your relationship? ! ! !

Huang Fang roared deep in his heart, but he was still struggling to force a smile on his face: "Young Master, can you tell me what trouble you have encountered?"

Feng Lianchen lowered his head, stroked the rim of the cup back and forth with his fingertips, and said with some embarrassment: "I kissed him."

Yellow Fang: "???"

Feng Lianchen: "He ignored me."

Yellow Fang: "???"

I shouldn't have pulled you here.

"Taoist?" Feng Lianchen looked at Huang Ya and smiled slightly, "I also ask the Taoist to give me some advice."

Huang Fang took a deep breath: "This matter is easy to handle."

Feng Lianchen sat upright, staring at Huang Fang intently.

"According to what you said, your sweetheart is not angry, but just shy and embarrassed." The old god of yellow teeth was present, and said without emotion, "you only need to coax her, such as buying something she likes. Things, such as clothes and jewelry."

"He doesn't like jewelry." Feng Lianchen frowned.

"Then spend?"

"He doesn't seem to like flowers either."

"Then you can send whatever your sweetheart likes, but you still have to send flowers. Flowers are the most effective, and then say some soft words."

After Huang Fang finished speaking, he was about to vomit blood, so he quickly drank a sip of tea to calm himself down.

Feng Lianchen said thoughtfully: "Is it okay to make flowers with banknotes? He likes money."

Huang Ya bit his back molars, and saw Feng Lianchen take out a stack of bank notes, his eyes were straightened, and he nodded again and again: "All right, all right, I can teach you how to fold flowers."

So, Huang Ya taught Feng Lianchen how many banknotes to fold.

In the end, when he was soft, he took the 30 taels of silver and stared straight away, and Feng Lianchen said, "This is already the smallest amount of silver I have."

At that time, my chin was about to hit the instep, and I was so moved that tears filled my eyes.Young master, I hope you will kiss your sweetheart more in the future and make her shy a few more times, then I will give you some advice.

It's a pity that Ye Wenqing directly rejected Huang Ya's thoughts.

Because the impact of this bouquet of banknote flowers on Ye Wenqing was too great.

Ye Wenqing was stunned immediately. After living for such a long time, it was the first time that someone gave me a thousand dollars and made me smile.

Feng Lianchen prepared a lot of love words and finally couldn't say them out. Under Ye Wenqing's intimidation, he sold Huangya out of the way, and finally said: "Brother, are you still angry with me?"

"Not angry."

Ye Wenqing scolded Huangya in his heart, and made up his mind that he would never neglect this brat again, which was too much trouble.

In the end, the two brothers and sisters fought at night with lights on, and evened out the bank notes one by one.

However, Feng Lianchen's golden bell was given away.