I am the poor scholar

Xiao Yang met Bu Qingyun's own father, Bu Xianyun.

It's not a coincidence to meet elders or anything.

Penglai Island is like a paradise isolated from the world.

Bu Qingyun traveled around the world with his parents and mother, and visited Penglai Island as early as seven or eight years ago.

After thinking about the customs and customs of Penglai for a long time, I finally came to Penglai by punting with my little lover.

But who knows...

Met Bu Xianyun.

Bu Qingyun grinned and said, "Father! Why are you here?"

Xiao Yang said: "Senior step."

Bu Xianyun is a very elegant old man, wearing a long gown with a personable manner, he is very gentleman when he strokes his beard and smiles.

Bu Qingyun looks neither like his father nor his mother, except for those almond-like deceptive eyes that resemble his own mother.

Bu Xianyun stared, and almost slammed the words "You still dare to call me dad?" on Bu Qingyun's face.

Fortunately, the old man was very good at playing, but he was also well-informed. The news that his son had kidnapped a big Buddha reached his ears accurately.

Combined with the imposing man next to him, isn't this King Yan?

Bu Qingyun knew Bu Xianyun best, and seeing him like this, he knew what he was thinking, Li Dimple appeared on the corner of his mouth and said: "Father, you ran here a few years ago, and you came back today, to be honest, is there any What is a particularly interesting place, if you want to come, please introduce it to me."

Bu Xianyun ignored him, but smiled at Xiao Yang and said, "My lord."

Xiao Yang nodded indifferently, and soon added: "There is no need to be polite."

Seemingly feeling that this sentence was not quite right again, Xiao Yang said again: "Just call me Seventeen."

Bu Qingyun next to him said: "Yes."

"Ten—" Bu Xianyun was not an awkward person, and immediately called out, "—Seven."

On the contrary, my mother was a little cautious: "Ten, seventeen."

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Penglai is a small island surrounded by water, and there are seawater beating against the rocks on the edge of the shoal.

Bu Qingyun bent down to pick up a shell, picked up the shell and held it in front of his eyes, through the sunlight, the shell completely blocked the light, leaving only shadows.

This small island has beautiful scenery, but the climate is not pleasant.

No matter what you say, Xiao Yang is also a prince, and he also walked the waterway for a few days, and he was not feeling well.

Of course, it may also be too tired at night.

"Well, you little bastard!" Mother Xiaoqing was unconcerned, and grabbed Bu Qingyun's ears as soon as she walked over, "When I was a child, I played with mud and played with girls, and I fucked girls! Make a big one for me! If you break up with the prince in the future, believe it or not, a team of Jinyi guards will poke you into a hedgehog! Where will I collect the corpse? How can I put your scattered corpse back?"

When it came to the end, Xiaoqing's motherly heart seemed to be awakened, and her eyes were moist: "When the time comes, how will you let your father live?"

Bu Xianyun, who was mentioned for no reason, stood on the same front as his wife: "Yes, have you considered it?"

"Mother, let go." Bu Qingyun barely maintained his demeanor, and the folding fan slapped Xiaoqing's hand, but instead of slapping it away, it twisted harder.

Bu Qingyun's spine is straight and straight, and he knows that his wife's strict father is unreliable.

All of a sudden, his eyes brightened slightly, as if he saw his sweetheart: "Seventeen, are you here?"

This trick has been tried a hundred times, and his mother is also in the nest.

All of a sudden, he let go of his hands and lowered his face, making a well-behaved look: "Ten, seventeen."

"I'm going first!" Bu Qingyun ran away.

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Penglai Island is isolated from the world, following the principle of bartering, Bu Qingyun and Xiao Yang searched for the treasures on their bodies, and finally found a few pearls and exchanged them for an inn room.

After the two recovered, there was a discussion on the issue of big and small joys.

As a result, the two broke up unhappy.

No one wanted to be the next one, and in the end it was the kiss and hug between the two that lasted for three months.

That was when the two of them went to the deep mountains, Xiao Yang, a man who grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, had no ice cream and no incense, flies were flying around, and mosquitoes were buzzing.

annoying.

Under the harsh environment, Xiao Yang didn't sleep all night.

In the end, it was Bu Qingyun who lit the wormwood, hugged him and said: "The wormwood has the effect of repelling mosquitoes and insects, and it will disappear after a while."

At that time Xiao Yang was facing away from Bu Qingyun.

Bu Qingyun wrapped his hands around Xiao Yang's waist, resting his chin on Xiao Yang's shoulder: "Sleep."

In the moonlit night, the insects kept singing, the bright moon was bright, and the bright gauze fluttered down.

As long as Xiao Yang moved his eyes, he could see Bu Qingyun's fingers.

Crossed together, with a layer of thin cocoons born from years of calligraphy practice, the joints are well-proportioned and slender, bathed in the moonlight and seem to be glowing.

He moved his gaze to the wrist again, and the wrist was only a bone when squeezed.

This person... he seems to be weaker?

Can you bear it?

After this night, the two of them had a lot of harmony in bed.

It was Xiao Yang who took the initiative to propose.

Bu Qingyun couldn't lift his shoulders and couldn't stand up to a scholar. When he was upside down, he was extremely energetic, which made Xiao Yang lose his composure frequently.

Facing the mirror, Xiao Yang applied a layer of ointment to the bruised hickey on his neck. The ointment was cold and had a strange smell.

"Hey." Bu Qingyun wrapped his arms around his neck from behind, and kissed Xiao Yang's original hickey again fiercely, sucking and making a sound, which was ambiguous and made people blush.

Xiao Yang blushed, he was as thin-skinned as ever in this regard.

"Blushing." Bu Qingyun clung to Xiao Yang's ear and bit his earlobe, rubbing his cheeks together with warmth.

Not close enough, not close enough.

Bu Qingyun got close to Xiao Yang for a while, and then went out to play.

The two of them are like the second pair Xiaoqing Bu Xianyun.

Purpose here: to play.

Black and white dumplings.

Forgive Bu Qingyun's lack of talent and learning, when he heard this name, he dragged Xiao Yang and ran over enthusiastically.

"Two bowls of dumplings!"

"okay!"

Black and white are distinct, and the aroma of meat is overflowing.

Smells good, looks fresh.

Bu Qingyun said to the stall owner: "Master, tell me about the black and white dumplings."

The stall owner was kind and kind. He wiped his hands with his apron and said, "Okay, old man, I will tell you about the black and white dumplings today."

"Thank you." Bu Qingyun pretended to be listening attentively.

Xiao Yang wasn't interested, but he didn't hit him. He poked his chopsticks into the rice bowl, picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth.

"For these black and white dumplings, the white ones are wheat noodles, and the black ones are sweet potato noodles. In the past, people were poor and couldn't afford wheat flour noodles. When people made dumplings, they used sweet potato noodles more..."

Bu Qingyun held his chin and listened carefully.Easy/R

"I'll have a bowl too!"

Bu Xianyun sat at Bu Qingyun's table.

"okay!"

"Father, why are you here?" Bu Qingyun said with a smile on his face, "You have disturbed our two-person world."

"Boy—" Bu Xianyun dragged out his tone and then immediately changed, "I'm just here for a meal, you go on."

The two showed their affection as if no one was around.

"You eat." Bu Qingyun picked up the dumplings and put them in Xiao Yang's bowl.

For the same dumpling, Bu Qingyun decided to take the extra step to make it for Xiao Yang, showing his affection.

Xiao Yang didn't care about breaking Bu Qingyun's mind, a smile flashed in his amber pupils.

Following Bu Qingyun's thoughts, Xiao Yang also put pickles on Bu Qingyun's plate: "You eat."

"It smells so good." Bu Qingyun exaggerated.

After a meal, Bu Qingyun took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of Xiao Yang's mouth.

"Shall we eat tomorrow?"

Show affection.

Sour dad!

Xiao Yang squinted at him, turned his head to signal Bu Qingyun that enough is enough.

Bu Qingyun is well versed in the principle of accepting as soon as it is good, so he stacked the handkerchiefs one by one, saying, "Go back."

On the way back, Bu Xianyun had been observing Bu Qingyun and Xiao Yang, and was surprised to find that it seemed that his son was the dominant one in this relationship?

It's my son who has been biting his ears all the time, that prince seems to be... quite thin-skinned?

Seeing that the two were about to go upstairs together, Bu Xianyun hurriedly pulled Bu Qingyun's wrist, and sat down at the table: "Qingyun, tell me, what's going on with you?"

"What else could be going on." Bu Qingyun smugly frowned, as if wanting to show off, "We are just like what people in the world say, why are you asking this?"

"It's just..." Bu Xianyun frowned, "What's going on with you...it's not right."

Suddenly finding that the words didn't convey the meaning, Bu Xianyun racked his brains to figure out how to express it.

Fortunately, Bu Qingyun understands his father's character, glanced at Bu Xianyun's tangled appearance out of the corner of his eye and said: "If it's above and below, I am."

Speaking of this in front of his own father, Bu Qingyun's earlobes turned red with shame, but he still stubbornly maintained his demeanor.

Bu Xianyun's eyes were about to pop out, as if he never expected this to happen.

If she didn't pay attention to the result of the exposure, even Xiaoqing came to ask.

Bu Qingyun explained the whole story to her, and Xiaoqing's face immediately turned from cloudy to cloudy, probably because she thought her son was the one who was submissive.

"Son, good job!"

In this way, the way Xiaoqing looked at Xiao Yang experienced a strange change from son-in-law to daughter-in-law.

Xiao Yang is such a sharp and intelligent person, this look made him feel uncomfortable, but since the other party is Bu Qingyun's mother, he could only endure it.

Patience is not a long-term solution, Xiao Yang vented his uneasiness on Bu Qingyun.

Refuse to make .love.

Xiao Yang's uneasiness was conveyed to Bu Qingyun's eyes in this way.

Bu Qingyun did some ideological work for Xiaoqing before correcting Xiaoqing.

The two of them played for nearly half a month, fully enjoying the interesting things of Penglai Island, and then they punted and prepared to leave.

The water was choppy, hitting the bottom of the boat.

Bu Qingyun punted the boat and rowed the oars himself.

Not knowing the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, he dared to float in the sea with a raft.

A lone boat was drifting in the sparkling sea. In the warm sunshine, Bu Qingyun's brows and eyes seemed to have a layer of warm light.

Looking back, he said, "Seventeen, where do you want to go next?"

"It's up to you." Xiao Yang's brows and eyes were indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything.

Bu Qingyun's heart just felt hot, he had seen this man lose his composure, and he had also seen Xiao Yang's stern appearance.

Everything makes one's heart itch, Bu Qingyun suddenly smiled: "Seventeen, let me tell you a secret."

"What?" Xiao Yang raised his head as Bu Qingyun wished.

I saw his firm eyebrows and eyes, distant mountain eyebrows, hanging gall nose, and pale lips.

Bu Qingyun narrowed his eyes narrowly, looking up at Bitian, as if he was thinking: "I recognized you when I saw you from Jiming Temple."

"Then Jingyi said, you and I are a destined marriage."

"I think... he doesn't seem to be such a stickler anymore."

Not long after, Xiao Yang's uncertain voice came: "Should?"

In this matter, Jingyi seems to have... two brushes?

The author has something to say: The extra episode is over!Thank you for seeing this, and thank you for choosing Scholar (cover your face)

In fact, there are hundreds of articles in my favorites. I can’t read them all by myself, and then I will choose them. In short, I am grateful again (≧?≦)

The comments in this chapter still give out red envelopes! (make a fist)

In fact, this story could have been longer, but I... I didn't do it well. It was originally defined as a love story, but then the ideal is very full, the reality is very skinny, the vocabulary, the accumulated things can't be remembered, etc. The plot and love can't be handled. Okay, just... ahem.

I don't know if everyone is in love and sees whether there is any aunt laughing (covering face)