What's the matter with the male supporting role of salted fish when the plot collapsed?

Seeing the boy finished eating, Li Qingya ordered him to take off his clothes.Hearing this, every pore on the young man who had just escaped from the brothel became vigilant: "What are you doing!"

Li Qingya replied calmly: "Take a bath, or do you think the smell on your body is very fragrant and you want to keep it for the New Year?"

After coming out of Yanliu Alley, he fell into the water and hid in Tibet. Besides the dust and mud, the young man also had a sour smell that he didn't know where he got it from. If he didn't take a bath, Li Qingya would never let him sleep on the bed tonight. .

Realizing that he had misunderstood, the young man blushed slightly, but he was still unwilling to take off his clothes in front of a "woman", and said sullenly, "Go out! I will wash it myself."

Li Qingya sneered slightly, but he didn't expect this kid to be young and have a strong sense of shame.He didn't even want to see the boy's ribbed figure, so he simply got up and left.

As soon as he went out, the boy put the bolt on the door, but when he saw the bathtub, he froze again.

——This bucket of water was used by that "woman"!

It takes time and firewood for ordinary people to boil water. It is not uncommon to wash several people with a bucket of water, but it is a luxury to wash your face with hot water on the condition of a teenager.So he didn't dislike the water being used, but... flustered.

After a while, he took off his clothes and sat in the bucket. The water that originally only covered Li Qingya's chest reached his chin, and half of his face could be submerged in the water just by lowering his head.

He only felt a faint fragrance in his nose, and his face gradually turned red.

——This woman really has no shame!

But he thought too much, Li Qingya filtered the water with cleaning technique after washing, the water was no different from the unused one.As for the aroma, it was entirely his imagination.

Li Qingya didn't know the sweet and beautiful nine-slotted ileum in the boy's stomach, after leaving his room, he went to Shao Linger's place.

After briefly discussing the current situation, he took out a kit and handed it to Shao Linger: "You leave here early tomorrow morning, and help me hand this to Senior Sister Mo. Go farther away, and don't be followed."

"What is this?" Shao Ling'er wanted to open it, but the mouth of the bag was locked by magic.

"Very important evidence, don't make any mistakes." He added several accents to this sentence, for fear that Shao Ling'er would not understand the urgency of this task.

Shao Linger's eyes lit up, and she agreed immediately: "Leave it on me! It's absolutely safe!"

Seeing Shao Ling'er, who thought she was entrusted with a heavy responsibility, was happy, Li Qingya took a sip of tea: what the senior brothers said was true, women who are easy to deceive are the cutest.

"Wait!" Suddenly, Shao Ling'er's expression turned serious, she doubted, "You are not trying to find an excuse to dismiss me!"

A sip of water in the throat choked the intake pipe, and the remaining half of the tea in Li Qingya's mouth sprayed out.He coughed wildly while denying: "No! Absolutely not!"

"The boy has finished washing, so I'm leaving first. Junior sister, don't forget to do this!" After speaking, he slipped away without giving Shao Ling'er a chance to ask.

The boy had indeed finished washing, this was not a lie to Shao Ling'er.

He huddled into a small ball on the bed, Li Qingya's middle coat was too big for him, and it was empty on his body, making his already slender figure even thinner.

Even Li Qingya, who has seen many handsome men and beauties in Xiujie, has to admit that this kid is too beautiful to speak of, but he always feels a little familiar, but he can't remember where he met him.

Maybe it's as beautiful as a beauty in the world.

He took out a box of ointment, walked to the bed and sat down, and grabbed the boy's feet.

The young man was startled by him approaching quietly, shrank back, and said cautiously: "What are you doing?"

"Apply the medicine!"

"I will do it myself!"

Li Qingya sneered: "Do you know magic or do you have 30 years of internal energy to activate your blood and remove blood stasis?"

This sentence made the young man speechless, and he didn't move.

The injury on the boy's foot was very miserable, the brothel would not give shoes to untrained prostitutes, this was one of the means to prevent them from escaping.

He ran barefoot in the middle of the night, and the soles of his feet were worn out long ago, and there was no good skin to be found.

Li Qingya glanced at the soles of the young man's feet, and asked, "What do you call taking a bath?"

It's just that the mud on the surface has been washed away, but the gravel is still stuck in the ground flesh, and the blood keeps oozing out.

The young man pursed his lips and did not speak.

Helpless, Li Qingya had no choice but to help him clean it up himself.

He found a silver needle and began to help the young man clean up the dirt in the wound. Faxiu really had everything in his sleeve.

The sticky flesh and blood were carefully picked apart, and the "woman" gently shaved off the dirt on the wound, and the drooping eyelashes fell into the field of vision but scratched at the tip of his heart.

Dirty blood fell on the slender hands and the white cloth, she didn't dislike it, but the boy felt uncomfortable: "Why are you so kind to me?"

Li Qingya was taken aback for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Okay? How can I treat you well?"

Is that good too?How unloved is this kid?

The young man didn't say anything, whether it was good or bad, he just had to decide.

After bandaging the feet, it was the turn of the wounded body.

His body was no better than his feet, his whole body was covered in bruises, and there was almost no good place except his face.In the brothel, you can make money with your face, and you absolutely can't hit it, but in other words, you can hit it anywhere except your face.

Those thugs are very good at beating people, they are fierce and tricky, they can make people see no blood, but it hurts to the bone.

Li Qingya wanted him to take off his clothes, but the boy grabbed his belt tightly and refused to give in, so he could only keep his pants.

The slender fingers landed on his back with a slightly cool ointment, the boy shook, and secretly grasped the bed sheet under him.The pain was secondary, what made him uncomfortable was another indescribable feeling that made his heart tremble.

His breathing gradually became heavier, and his face buried in the pillow became hotter and hotter.When the hand slid across his waist, he couldn't hold back and let out an unbearable muffled groan.

Li Qingya's movements stopped - it wasn't a cry of pain, it was... that kind of cry.

Glancing at the boy's red ears again, he understood something and was overjoyed: Hey, this little pervert!

He expressed his understanding of this, puberty, who hasn't been impulsive towards a beautiful big sister or big brother?All he can do now is "be kind" and don't let him know how old this big sister is.

The young man was still touched by Li Qingya, and after taking the medicine, he shut himself up, shrank to the foot of the bed, and huddled into a ball.

Li Qingya turned him over and stuffed him with a pill.

"What is this?" After swallowing the medicine in a daze, the boy asked the question belatedly.

Li Qingya: "Poison."

The boy had a fever, his head was dizzy, and he couldn't figure out if Li Qingya was lying to him. Instead of looking at each other for a long while, he wrapped the quilt up and ignored this annoying person.

Li Qingya took off his coat, lay down on the bed, and poked him: "The night is long, come and chat with my sister."

Ever since he discovered that the boy would be shy to him, the narrowness in his bones was fully aroused. The more embarrassed the boy was, the happier he was.

Anyway, it was "Qing'er" who molested him, not Li Qingya, what was he afraid of?

The young man shrunk back hard, pressed himself against the wall, and replied sullenly, "No chat."

Li Qingya coaxed with soft words: "You tell my sister what you know obediently, and my sister will fulfill your wish, okay?"

The boy didn't respond, as if he was asleep, but the red tips of his ears betrayed him.

Li Qingya narrowed his eyes narrowly, adding fuel and vinegar: "Prosperity and wealth, good health, or entry into the immortal sect... I can agree!" These conditions are enough to tempt ordinary people, and if the young man is not satisfied, he can continue to increase the size.

The boy put the quilt over his head: This woman is so annoying!

Li Qingya raised his eyebrows slightly: It seems that this is not possible.

In the middle of the night, the light-sleeping young man woke up from his nightmare. He looked around in a panic. After a while, he realized that this was not Yanliu Lane, and he calmed down again.

Turning his head to look to the side, the woman fell asleep on the same bed as him!

After quickly pulling away from her, the young man was annoyed: Is this woman shameless, or does she not regard herself as a man?

Li Qingya's female attire is not unattractive, she is as beautiful as a lotus emerging from water, soft as a new willow Fufeng, and her eyelashes as long as butterfly wings are like a soft brush, which makes his heart itch even when it is not moving.

But the young man also knew that such a woman was something he could never imagine for the rest of his life, no matter how vulgar a woman's behavior was, she was still a fairy, while he was just dirt on the ground.

When the morning light came into the room, Li Qingya opened his eyes.He glanced at the boy who was still sleeping, turned over, put on his clothes, opened the door and went out.

Shao Ling'er had already left Yucheng as he said, and he was going to visit Yanliu Lane.

The prostitute who just got up yawned, lazily lit the pipe, took a puff, and then began to answer Li Qingya's question: "He Yizhi? It sounds familiar. But I didn't sleep well, and I can't think about it."

Li Qingya handed over an ingot of silver, the prostitute accepted it, and changed his words: "I remember, isn't he a wealthy businessman from Dongcheng? He seems to be Ranyue's former friend."

Hearing Ranyue's name, Li Qingya's expression froze.

The prostitute glanced at him, and continued leisurely: "But that was more than ten years ago. At that time, Ranyue had just been listed for a long time, and it was popular, and He Yizhi was the son of the wealthy businessman He's family. The two It seems that there is no intersection, but when the He family was persecuted and declined, Ranyue gave He Yizhi all the money she had sold herself, and let him make money."

"I don't know what this silly girl is thinking."

"He Yizhi started his business again with the money, but he lost money again and again due to the deliberate suppression by the local chamber of commerce. In desperation, he had no choice but to leave his hometown with the last bit of capital."

"About six or seven years later, when everyone almost forgot about him, he came back and returned home with a lot of money. He became the richest person here and successfully avenged his enemy. But he never came to our place again. Small place."

Speaking of this, the prostitute smiled sarcastically.

Li Qingya corrected silently in her heart: No, he has been here, and he has become a nightmare for all the women here.

He Yizhi should have come back here earlier than others thought. His money did not come from doing business in other places, or not entirely from doing business in other places. He really made his fortune in Yanliuxiang.

The prostitute knocked on the cigarette rod, and sighed: "It's not the first time that a prostitute has been dumped and then abandoned, but no one would scold men, only blame women for being stupid."

"That's all I know, and I'll just give you a final sentence: This place is not for a girl from a good family like you. No matter how old your background is, it's useless here. Don't suffer and regret it later."

Li Qingya was grateful from the bottom of his heart, and nodded slightly: "Thank you, I will leave now."

After leaving Yanliu Lane, he turned his head and walked towards the outside of Yucheng City. He wanted to find He Yizhi's grave, and he needed to confirm some things.

……

In Man Tingfang, Shuangchen took a thick stack of papers and threw them into the burning basin.I muttered in my heart: The girl is really weird today, it is cold in March, and she is not allowed to fetch charcoal, so she uses this stack of paper to burn the brazier, which is smoky and choking.

"Girl, are you still cold?"

Ranyue coughed twice: "Keep burning, it's all burnt out."

"What's written on it, girl?" The paper was full of words, but she didn't recognize any of them.

"I'll teach you. Take it here."

Shuangchen excitedly held the paper and sat on the side of the bed, Ranyue took her into her arms, pointed to the words on it, and taught her one by one:

"This character is pronounced 'sell'." Shuangchen followed suit: "sell."

"This reads 'body'." "Body."

"This is 'Deed'." "Deed."

Ranyue smiled, patted Shuangchen's head and praised: "Yes, good boy. Connect it now."

Shuangchen tentatively repeated: "Sell, body, deed—it's a deed of sale, girl!"

But she was stunned before she had time to be happy. The women on this street may not know the word "deed of sale", but it is impossible that they have not heard of this thing. It was a thin piece of paper that was forced or coaxed to sign , is the nightmare of their life.

Is this really that?She turned back to confirm with Ranyue, and saw a pair of gentle eyes full of sadness.