The scumbag Bai Yueguang and I are HE

It's winter in Haicheng at this moment.

The young man was wrapped in a blue padded jacket and stood in the yard with a daze on his face.

No one ignored him.

The servants hurried past, and he could hear the gradually noisy voices outside the courtyard.

"Hey, why are you still here?" A maid stopped beside him, "You go back first, the young master has no time to talk to you today."

The boy didn't leave just yet, he raised his eyes to look at the servant girl, and asked seriously: "Why?"

The servant girl smiled: "It's quite a lot of control, I really think of myself as the eldest mistress."

The boy was not angry, just staring at her.

His eyes are clear, like a clear sky, like a green lake, extremely beautiful.Being stared at by him, the servant girl subconsciously lowered her aura, and said impatiently: "Fourth master is in Haicheng today, and he will arrive at the mansion in a while. Everyone is busy, so I don't have time to talk to you."

"Oh." The young man responded, and asked again: "Where is your young master? I want to give him something. After I deliver it, I leave."

"What are you giving?" the maid asked.

Only then did the boy take out a chubby baked sweet potato from the sleeve with his hand wrapped in a layer of newspaper.

"Hot, fragrant." The boy said.

The maid stretched out her hand to take it over: "Okay, I'll give it to the young master later, you go back quickly, don't make trouble here."

Only then did the boy respond in a low voice, then turned around and stepped out of the threshold.

He walked down a small path and went straight to the back door.In the end, before he could go far, he bumped into Cen Qingyuan, the young master of the Cen family.

Cen Qingyuan was lowering his head and talking to the person next to him.

The boy immediately stepped forward to walk in his direction, but was blocked by several servants.

They said impatiently: "I'm busy, let's go, go!"

The boy called out in a low voice: "Cen Qingyuan."

Cen Qingyuan was wearing a blue gown with a handsome face.He heard the voice faintly, and turned his head to glance at the young man.

It's just that this look is somewhat cold.

The boy's steps paused, and he was a little dazed.

When Cen Qingyuan saw him, didn't he feel happy?

Maybe I'm really busy.

The young man took one more look at Cen Qingyuan, then turned around, and slowly moved towards the back door.

Cen Qingyuan was talking to others: "Cen Yao should be here soon, you tell my aunt to stay in the house and don't come out, I'll buy her a bracelet tomorrow....Why don't I drive to the gate of the city to pick it up?" His tone was joyful and excited , and it seems to be mixed with a little fear.

The boy couldn't help muttering.

Cen Yao?

Is Cen Yao the "fourth master"?

do not know.

Only then did the boy quicken his pace, and stepped out the back door of Cen's house.

There was a dark alley outside the back door of Cen's house. Usually, few people came here. The young man was a little afraid of the dark, and the winter wind blew his face hard. He tightened his neck and trotted all the way across three streets.

At this time, a convoy of trains was slowly passing by on the street, and the pedestrians on both sides unconsciously moved away when they saw this, with frightened expressions on their faces.

The boy couldn't help but also stopped to look.

is an army.

All of them carried guns on their shoulders and stood in the cart, with majestic faces and evil spirits.

At the front of the army is a small black car with a shiny surface, which looks very impressive at first glance.

A pedestrian lowered his voice and quietly asked the people beside him, "Who is in the car?"

"Which warlord is calling?"

"You are stupid, if you call, can we still stand here properly?"

The boy stretched his neck and took another look curiously.

There was a young man sitting in the car, and he was very handsome from the profile. He obviously didn't frown or show anger, but he was even scarier than the soldiers in the car.

The young man stopped his gaze and didn't dare to look any more. He quickly clutched his chest and ran into Chande Lane next to him.

The black car drove more than half a circle around Haicheng.

The adjutant couldn't help but said: "Hey, it's hard to find this troupe..." As soon as he finished speaking, the guard behind him said: "Look, isn't that!"

Cen Yao glanced over: "...stop the car."

Wang Weichu was inside.

He should be seventeen or eighteen years old at this time, younger than in the last world.

The protagonist in this world is named Cen Qingyuan, the son of the Cen family's aunt, who is currently in charge of the Cen family firm.He has outstanding abilities, and he will write a story about the concubine's counterattack.

In this world, Wang Weichu is just a cannon fodder lightly brushed over.

He has been Cen Qingyuan's lover for ten years.

In the end, Cen Qingyuan moved overseas with his property and married his wife under the pressure of Master Cen, but Wang Weichu starved to death in a snowy day.

Cen Yao's breathing was slightly stagnant, and then he got out of the car.

……

Chandler Lane is an old alley, and the people living here are all low-class people.

There was a troupe from the Qian family at the entrance of the alley, behind it was the darkness and filth of Chandler Alley, and in front of it were the glamorous nobles.

When the boy entered the door, there was an opera singing on the stage, and the singing was babbling, the tone was soft, and there was no strength.

But the people in the audience listened enthusiastically and laughed from time to time.

At this moment, the head teacher in a black gown walked over slowly and asked the boy, "Why did you come back so early today?"

The young man replied: "There is something wrong with the house."

The class leader seemed to have heard some rumors, and said in a daze: "The son born to the eldest wife of the main house is back?"

The boy didn't know whose son it was, he nodded vaguely and slipped backstage.

"What am I singing today?" he asked.

The people inside turned around and said with a smile: "Xiao Kou'er is back, go change your clothes and sing "The Peony Pavilion."

The boy is called "Little Button".

He doesn't have a proper name because his parents didn't give him one.

But Xiao Kouer didn't care too much, it would be nice to have a name.At the entrance of the alley there was a beggar who didn't even have a name.

He quickly changed his clothes, sat there again, and put on his own makeup.He didn't stand up until the whole face became thick and colorful, and went to line up behind the curtain.

At this moment, a group of people wearing military uniforms with guns on their waists walked into the door quickly.

Not to mention being the head of the class, even the guests in the audience were taken aback, and unconsciously backed away a little, not daring to show their air.

"What are you doing in a daze? Clear the land and give it to our young commander."

The leader's legs were weak, and he quickly called the people below to clear out the tables, chairs and benches.And those guests also tactfully gave up the best position in the middle.

Cen Yao then slowly stepped forward and sat down.

The class leader glanced at him, only to feel that this man was really young, only 22 three years old, tall and slender, wearing a black military uniform, with a red badge pinned on his chest, which was very eye-catching.

The host personally served tea and snacks, and presented the program list, and asked in a trembling voice, "What... are you listening to? I'll put it on the list for you."

"The Peony Pavilion." Cen Yao opened his lips, his voice cold.

The class leader quickly waved off the people on the stage.

The little button was pushed out unexpectedly.

He muttered in a low voice: "Isn't there an end to the end?"

When he turned his head, he saw the people sitting under the stage at a glance.

A group of seven people, all dressed in military uniforms.

They sat in the middle, and no one around them dared to approach them.

Not angry.

And the one at the head...isn't it the man sitting in that car?

Now seeing the straight face, the pupils are like lacquer, the eyebrows are flying into the temples, and the appearance is even more handsome.

Wearing that military uniform on his body, he looked a few degrees better than others, tall and sharp.

It's just that this person's brows and eyes are very cold, and he is full of nobleness and evil spirit...

The man stared at him silently.

His eyes are cold and dark.

Xiao Kou'er was a little scared, and he didn't know why, but always felt that the man was going to eat him.

At this time a gong sounded.

Only then did Xiao Kouer gain momentum: "If you don't come to the garden, how will you know what spring looks like..."

Enter Cen's house.

A girl turned her head and said with a smile, "Yun'er, what are you holding in your hand?"

Yun'er looked down, frowned and said, "I'm so busy, why am I still holding this thing?" After she finished speaking, she turned her head and threw the roasted sweet potato away.

A boy passed by and stepped on it.

The roasted sweet potato was so fragrant and soft that it would rot when stepped on.

The servant immediately raised his face: "Sister Yun, you are taking advantage of the young master's love and throwing it around! You still haven't cleaned it up? Be careful that the young master will pick your skin off."

Only then did Yun'er's face change, and she quickly said, "I just picked it up and threw it outside, I didn't see you just now."

The little servant then showed a little smile, flirted with Yun'er for a few words, and walked away.

It was getting late in a blink of an eye.

The Cen family was sitting in the hall, Master Cen said displeasedly, "Why haven't you arrived yet?"

Cen Qingyuan stood up and said, "I'll pick you up at the gate of the city."

Master Cen nodded hesitantly.

Cen Qingyuan wrapped himself in a thicker long jacket, stepped out of the mansion gate, and drove to the gate of the city himself.

It's just that he waited at the gate of the city until it was snowing, but he didn't see Cen Yao.