Brother, this showman

Lu Yan, who heard this outside, couldn't help laughing, strode forward, took a closer look, and saw Ye Wenqing leaning against the desk, waving an arm whose sleeve had been torn off to reveal the white underwear underneath. , with a look of helplessness on his face.

Feng Lianchen hugged the torn sleeve, lowered his head uneasily, tears welled up in his eyes, tried to shed tears a few times but forced them back, and said in a thick nasal voice: "Hold, I'm sorry!" ,I did not do it on purpose."

"Oh, see you soon." Lu Yan stepped in and walked in, picked up the sleeve that Feng Lianchen was holding in his arms, shook it and spread it in the air, "It's a good man, it's a pity, it's a pity that he just broke his sleeve ah."

"What? Are you trying to tell me the secrets that have been buried in your heart for many years?" Ye Wenqing glanced at him, and pointed to the aggrieved Feng Lianchen who stood aside, "Don't think too much, I'm just Broken sleeves, I'd rather wait for him to grow up than be cheap, you kid. You're so ugly, I still want to keep my eyes open to see more of the beauty in this world."

"You!" Lu Yan choked, his face turned red with anger, and he immediately threw his sleeve on Ye Wenqing's face, "Bah! You dirty bastard, how shameless you are to say this in front of a child?"

"I'm willing." Feng Lianchen's abrupt voice sounded, extremely sincere.

Lu Yan was stunned, looked at Feng Lianchen with a strange expression, and said, "Kids, what do you know?"

"I am willing to break my sleeves with my senior brother when I grow up." Feng Lianchen said seriously, word by word.After speaking, he looked at Ye Wenqing sincerely, as if asking for a reward from him.

Lu Yan was silent for a moment, then leaned on the table and laughed wildly.

Ye Wenqing's face was dark, and he stretched out his hand to rub Feng Lianchen's head: "Hey, don't talk nonsense, brother is talking nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense." Feng Lianchen shook his head seriously, his eyes flickering with anticipation, "I like senior brother, I'm willing to do whatever senior brother asks me to do."

Hearing this, Lu Yan laughed wildly again.

Ye Wenqing couldn't help supporting his forehead: "How old are you, you are so eloquent."

"Eight years old." Feng Lianchen said.

"Eight years old?" Ye Wenqing raised his eyebrows, "Well, you have to eat well and sleep well before you can grow up. I'll save this for you to tell your sweetheart when you grow up."

"Can't I tell my brother?" Feng Lianchen was a little disappointed.

"No." Ye Wenqing said.

"Can you speak only when you grow up?" Feng Lianchen asked again.

Ye Wenqing nodded.

Feng Lianchen lowered his head as if he was seriously thinking about the meaning of Ye Wenqing's words, then raised his head again, and said firmly: "Okay! Then I will tell my brother when I grow up."

Ye Wenqing: "..."

Did you do it on purpose?

Lu Yan was about to laugh wildly for the third time, but was stopped by Ye Wenqing's terrifying eyes, so he could only hold back forcefully, his face flushed red.

After Ye Wenqing settled Feng Lianchen, he changed his clothes and sat with Lu Yan under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard to enjoy the coolness.

"What is the origin of this contracting minister?" Lu Yan asked while sipping his tea.

"I don't know." Ye Wenqing said, "Master didn't say much."

"Could it be that the master just gave you the person and left?" Lu Yan asked in surprise.

"Hey, I won't be able to live a chic life in the future." Thinking of this, Ye Wenqing was so worried that he couldn't drink tea. He was only seventeen years old, loved to play and play, and the most annoying thing was reading. It is a headache to teach Feng Lianchen how to read and write.

"Come on." Lu Yan rolled his eyes at him, "You haven't lived a chic life yet? You are the one who has the most fun all year round."

"What do you know." Ye Wenqing said, "I'm going to start working as a nurse."

"It's not that exaggerated." Lu Yan smiled, "You don't want you to piss your shit and teach someone to read a book to become a nanny? If Mr. Wen listened to this, he didn't have [-] discipleship lessons. Twenty strokes of the ruler are not enough."

"Tch!" Ye Wenqing didn't care, "It's not like I haven't experienced it before."

Lu Yan thought for a while, and indeed, Ye Wenqing grew up being chased and beaten by Mr. Wen.

"Okay." Lu Yan patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, "Since the master entrusted him to you, you can teach him well. Remember, don't yell, he is still young, so he can't help you."

"Stop, stop." Ye Wenqing interrupted Lu Yan, "You talk a lot, and your chattering makes my forehead hurt. I have to go back and lie down to rest my mind."

Seeing Ye Wenqing's pretentious posture, Lu Yan was speechless and could only walk away.

From then on, Feng Lianchen lived with Ye Wenqing.

The morning sunlight penetrates into the house wantonly along the open windows, leaving a golden glow in the room.

The birds stood on the branches and sang happily, stretching their necks from time to time, watching the scene inside the house curiously.

"Nifeng starts the pen, folds the pen and pauses, the middle is thinner and has a curvature, and returns to the front to close the pen." Ye Wenqing took the pen and wrote the word "one" on the paper, and explained how to write the word while writing.

"See it clearly?" Ye Wenqing turned his head to look at Feng Lianchen who was just in front of the desk.

I don't know where he found a small bench and put it under his feet so that his arms could barely reach the table. The legs that stepped on the stool shook from time to time, which was indescribably funny.

"If this one is well practiced, let's replace it with another one." Ye Wenqing watched Feng Lianchen writing big characters intently.

Feng Lianchen paused, and the ink dripped down the pen tip onto the paper, instantly blooming a plum blossom.

"Senior brother." Feng Lianchen looked up at Ye Wenqing, with a coquettish grievance, "I can't write well."

Ye Wenqing glanced at the words on his paper, a little puzzled, it was fine just now, why is it so ugly all of a sudden?

"Come and sit here." Ye Wenqing got up, supported Feng Lianchen's shoulders and let him sit on the chair. "When writing, pay attention to keeping your head straight and your shoulders apart. You should adjust your sitting posture first."

Feng Lianchen sat down as promised, dipped the pen in the ink again and wrote the word "one" tremblingly.

"How?" Feng Lianchen raised his head and asked.

"Not bad." Ye Wenqing nodded slightly.

Feng Lianchen was a little surprised, staring at the words on the paper and lost in thought, with tangled brows.

"The trembling is very curved." Ye Wenqing added, with a hint of gnashing of teeth in his words.

Hearing this, Feng Lianchen's eyes flickered slightly, he mustered up his courage and stammered and said: "I heard that the masters in the school would hold the students' hands and teach them to write. I'm too late to be enlightened, so I can't write well, senior brother... "

Before he finished speaking, he felt a warmth in his hand, and a generous white hand was holding his hand to hold the brush steadily.

Feng Lianchen's eyes lit up, and he looked at Ye Wenqing happily.

"If you want me to teach you why didn't you say it earlier?" Ye Wenqing said rather amusedly, "Okay, write seriously."

"Yeah!" Feng Lianchen nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Ye Wenqing couldn't help laughing, he was really a little kid, and he could be happy about that.

Time passed day by day, and Ye Wenqing discovered a problem. Whenever he said to write a character, Feng Lianchen would have a problem, and then said a sentence that could not be written well. Only the characters taught by hand can be written well. Work neatly.

In the end, Ye Wenqing didn't bother to ask any more, and simply taught him.

In the summer afternoon, even the wind that blows is full of tiredness.

"Sunflowers in the green garden, peacocks fly southeast." Ye Wenqing leaned against the window, holding a book in his hand, reading it emotionlessly like a monk chanting sutras, falling asleep.

Feng Lianchen quietly picked up a brush and dipped it in some red paint, and mischievously painted a newly learned flower on Ye Wenqing's exposed arm.After finishing the painting, with a sly smile, he pulled down his sleeve calmly and hid the pen behind his back.

He happened to hear Ye Wenqing's ravings while he was half asleep and half awake.

"No, Senior Brother." Feng Lianchen pulled a small bench and sat beside Ye Wenqing, pointing to a line of small characters in the book, "Sunflowers in the green garden, morning dew waiting for the sun."

"Oh." Ye Wenqing responded, and read again, "Green grass by the river, willows in the lush garden."

"Brother, I'm still wrong." Feng Lianchen corrected again, "What we are studying is "Long Song Xing", not "Grass by the Green River."

Ye Wenqing raised his eyelids and glanced at Feng Lianchen, then put the book aside: "Hey, go play by yourself first."

"But didn't you just take a break for a stick of incense?" Feng Lianchen was still thinking, "I haven't learned this poem for long, and I still don't know some words."

"But I want to take a break!" Ye Wenqing roared deep in his heart. He has been studying all day long. He has never worked so hard before, but now he has an ancestor by his side, and he is tied up and can do whatever he wants. no.

"Brother, are you tired?" Feng Lianchen asked cautiously.

Ye Wenqing blinked, the meaning was self-evident.

"Then how about we go outside for a walk?" Feng Lianchen suggested.

As soon as Ye Wenqing heard it, he became interested, as long as he didn't study, he could go anywhere, not to mention that this kid proposed it on his own initiative.

"Let's go! I'll take you to a good place!" Ye Wenqing immediately got up, put away the book in his hand, and changed into a moon-white long shirt with narrow sleeves.

"Huh?" Ye Wenqing's puzzled voice came from behind the screen, "Why do you suddenly have flowers on your hands?"

Was discovered so quickly?Feng Lianchen's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he silently moved towards the door. Seeing that he was three steps away from the door, someone grabbed his collar, and a rough-painted red flower came into view.

"Are you putting a red stamp on me?" Ye Wenqing said angrily.

Feng Lianchen chuckled, "It's pretty."

"Do you know that this paint will never fade?" Ye Wenqing flicked his forehead lightly, "Why don't you paint it between my eyebrows? It's just like a flower tin."

"Don't dare." Feng Lianchen blushed and murmured.

Ye Wenqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, picked up one side of the white shirt and put it on Feng Lianchen, leading him to stride outside: "Okay, let's go."

The corners of Feng Lianchen's eyes were slightly tinged with a smile, he breathed a sigh of relief, and grinningly held Ye Wenqing's hand, jumping up and down with joy.

The back mountain of Kaiyang Peak can be said to be a good place for Ye Wenqing to be lazy and hide.Not only is the environment quiet, but there is no one to disturb you. You can enjoy the beautiful scenery and sleep comfortably all day, which is very comfortable.

Once at the back mountain, Ye Wenqing walked to a small pool with ease, looked down at the fish swimming by at the bottom, and immediately called Feng Lianchen to come over.

"Brother." Feng Lianchen trotted forward and shouted cheerfully.

"Sit there and don't run around, brother will grill fish for you later!" Ye Wenqing urged.

"Okay." Feng Lianchen nodded obediently, sat down obediently, and looked at Ye Wenqing intently.

Ye Wenqing twitched the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, this kid is really good.

Ye Wenqing took off his outer shirt, bent his waist, held his breath, and carefully stepped into the water.

Seeing a fat fish swimming towards him, Ye Wenqing hurriedly switched his hands and waited quietly for the fish to throw itself into the net.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, he heard Feng Lianchen's terrified cry from behind.

With a "plop", the fish was frightened, and quickly turned around and left with its tail flicking.

"What's the matter?" Ye Wenqing immediately turned his head away, not caring about the fish, and hurried to Feng Lianchen to pick him up from the water.

Finally out of the water, Feng Lianchen's thumping limbs also slowly stopped, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually faded from his legs on the ground.

"I let you sit down, but why don't you plant radishes?" Ye Wenqing said.

"No." Feng Lianchen denied, recalling the experience just now in his mind, his face turned pale, and his body trembled unconsciously.

Ye Wenqing only thought that he was frightened, picked up the outer shirt on the side and put it on him: "Forget it, let's go back."

"What about the fish?" Feng Lianchen said, "No more catches?"

"Run back to find it's best friend." Ye Wenqing said casually, "When it brings its best friend, let's catch them together and give them a mandarin duck fish head with chopped peppers."

"I'm sorry." Feng Lianchen lowered his head, "It's all because of me."

Before Ye Wenqing could speak, he heard a hoarse voice behind him: "Don't hurry."