I am the poor scholar

Xiao Shiqi's injury can be said to be serious or not. After Yang's sister-in-law took a few doses of medicine, Xiao Shiqi fell into a coma again under the effect of the medicine.

The two boys of the Yang family rarely saw strangers and were extremely excited, especially a handsome man like Bu Qingyun who surrounded Bu Qingyun almost all day long.

Out of boredom, Bu Qingyun also teaches children to use a pen and write.

Bu Qingyun is indeed easy to attract people's favor. In just one day, Yang Jing has changed from "little brother" to "little step".

Xiao Shiqi fell asleep again, and always asked Mrs. Yang to boil the medicine. Before Bu Qingyun's face was as firm as a rock, he started a fire by himself.

Although it is just to add some firewood or something.

The two children of the Yang family chattered excitedly beside Bu Qingyun.

"Big Brother, Big Brother." The seven-year-old Dabao of the Yang family showed off a Qianqian car to Bu Qingyun, "My father went down the mountain to buy it for me, do you want it?"

Qianqian car is a common toy in the folk, and Bu Qingyun also played with it when he was a child.

He raised his eyebrows, and while adding firewood, he turned his head and smiled and said, "A gentleman does not take what others like, you can play by yourself."

"Brother, eat." Xiaobao is not as lively as his brother, he took a piece of osmanthus cake and stuffed it into Bu Qingyun's mouth, looking cute and blessed to share, "Brother, eat."

Saying this, the two little fat hands clasped together to make the movement of eating: "Brother, eat, it's delicious."

"Okay." Bu Qingyun rubbed Xiaobao's bun, and bit off the child's hand.

After biting off the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, his lips are not comparable to a woman's small cherry mouth, but they are unusually delicate, which fits the scholar's face very well.

A small half was bitten, and most of it was exposed to the air.

The tongue, teeth, and lips work together to chew slowly.

Junxiu's face was dyed with flames, if Mr. Bu saw the action of biting the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he might have to pick up a feather duster and beat him up: "What about your manners?! You are not a child anymore!"

But Sister-in-Law Yang looked at this childish action and smiled, looking at the scholar even more pleasing to the eye.

Sister-in-law Yang approached Bu Qingyun with a small bench, looked closely at the fire and said, "Xiaobu, add more firewood."

Then he yelled at the two children: "I keep shouting about snow, don't you want to build a snowman? Go outside and build a snowman. Don't make noise around Xiaobu, what if you get hurt accidentally."

Dabao shrugged and acted like a baby: "Mother~"

Xiaobao grabbed Bu Qingyun's clothes tightly and said, "Play with brother."

Bu Qingyun added more firewood, touched Xiaobao's hair with clean hands, and smiled back: "Dabao and Xiaobao are very good, I will go outside to build a snowman."

Not to mention, there is snow in the south, but after all, it cannot compare to the shock brought by the north. It seems that this color is the only one left in the world. Even if Bu Qingyun has seen it three or four times, he still can't hide his excitement.

He has been itching to build a snowman for a long time.

Sister-in-law Yang chattered again: "It's almost the New Year, the mountain is covered by heavy snow, and the mountain road is sparsely populated. Xiaobu, you and Mr. Xiao just stay with us for five or six days. You can go back when the snow melts." .”

"The mountain is covered by snow." Bu Qingyun rolled his eyes with a smile.

He can do it anyway, anyway, in Bianjing during the Chinese New Year, he would have a drink with a few friends and continue to study his homework...

Because it was too boring, Bu Qingyun shivered unconsciously, the only problem was Xiao Shiqi.

"Okay." Bu Qingyun added more firewood, and the fire became more intense, "I'll ask Brother Xiao."

Immediately patted the dust on the hem of the clothes.

Bu Qingyun put the medicine jar on the wooden table and sat on the small bench: "Brother Xiao, I heard from Mrs. Yang that the mountain has been covered by snow, why don't you just wait here for five or six days?"

While talking, Bu Qingyun carefully looked at Xiao Shiqi's complexion, with an unpleasant arrogance entrenched on his face, hearing this seemed to raise his eyebrows.

Bu Qingyun propped his chin with one hand, and raised his eyebrows following Xiao Shiqi's move: "It seems a little bad to stay here during the Chinese New Year. If there is someone waiting at your house, I can go to the south to visit first." road."

After all, Yang Jing's family often walks to the north, so maybe there is no closed mountain in the south.

Bu Qingyun is indeed grateful to Xiao Shiqi, but when the two are together, silence is the norm, and business is the norm.

Even if there is a life-threatening friendship, the number of conversations between each other is not even comparable to that of Dabao and Xiaobao.

But it didn't affect Bu Qingyun's dedication to Xiao Shiqi, he was a lifesaver.

Xiao Shiqi sneered.

Those beautiful and mean Danfeng eyes scanned him up and down.

Bu Qingyun pinched the bridge of his nose uncomfortably, and said with a smile: "What are you looking at me for?"

Xiao Shiqi's eyes caught Bu Qingyun's cheek. This is a tall and very scholarly man who has a shallow dimple when he smiles.

Xiao Shiqi can't say he hates it, but he really doesn't like it.

Dang even looked away, and his tone was the usual sarcasm: "Are you going?"

"Ah."

Feeling that there would be bad things to say next, the pear hole under the corner of Bu Qingyun's mouth dissipated instantly.

A gentleman's capacity is not extreme, and his chest swallows hundreds of rivers.

……

Countless ways of a gentleman clamored in his head, and Bu Qingyun brainwashed himself.

He is a man with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart.

Think about how he saved your life.

not angry.

……

Sure enough, the ridicule came as promised: "I'm afraid you won't come back in ten days, so just stay here."

"Well, I see." Bu Qingyun immediately stood up, took the finished medicine jar and fled the room.

Even if Bu Qingyun can chat, he doesn't like to chat with a man with a poisonous tongue!

"Brother, brother, let's build a snowman!" Dabao and Xiaobao who were guarding the door rushed forward together.

Bu Qingyun bent down to stop one with one hand, and then he patted the top of his head. The smile on his face deepened instantly, and the shallow pear nest was smudged with gentle light: "Okay, let's go build a snowman."

The voice was not too loud, it just passed through the door and reached Xiao Yang's ears.

Make a snowman?

So childish.

Xiao Yang tilted his head and thought for a while, in the 22 years since his birth, His Royal Highness King Yan would never do such a naive thing.

"Big brother! Big brother!" the child cheered, "I brought carrots!"

carrot?

What is that for?

Xiao Yang was puzzled.

"Hahahahaha! Looks good!"

Ah.

Children only make snowmen.

Xiao Yang immediately lay down to rest, and forced himself to turn his attention to the fire, but the child's voice was extremely penetrating.

"Hahahaha! Brother! You are so stupid!"

"Little bunny!"

How did the scholar play with the children? !

Intermittent sounds slammed on the door, fast and slow.

Xiao Yang suddenly turned over and got out of bed, exhaled deeply, and suddenly opened the door.

"Snapped--"

Xiao Yang's cheeks were icy cold, as if something quickly melted on his cheeks, winding down along the outline.

Touch it with one hand.

It's snow!

Raising his eyes suddenly, his pupils pierced towards the silent scholar in the courtyard like lightning.

The two children hid behind the scholar and grabbed their sleeves, looking at him timidly.

And the scholar who was protecting the two children seemed to be a little dazed.

Xiao Yang spelled out a sentence from the grinding of his teeth: "What are you doing?"