Feng Lou

"Hey! Feng Lou, does that person know you? Why do you keep staring at this side?"

Xu Acan stared in a daze after drinking, but he still noticed this.

Feng Lou glanced over lightly, and quickly turned back as if nothing had happened.

Xu Acan and several other cronies were blushing from drinking, but he didn't change his face.

But when you get closer, you can tell that his breath is full of drunkenness.

Feng Lou slowly shook the wine glass in his hand, his peach blossom eyes were watery, and when illuminated by the candlestick, the inside was full of sparkling light.

Like a vixen, every move and gesture is full of charm, different from the charm of a woman, but still captivating.

Feng Lou brought the wine glass to his lips, and his wide sleeves slid down, revealing his fair little arms.

He raised his head, his arms were tense, his lines were straight, and he was thin and beautiful.

He swallowed all the wine in his mouth, and the Adam's apple on his slender neck slid up and down. When the person sitting in the distance saw this scene, his throat tightened, and he swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

The other party's eyes were deep and fiery, no wonder even Xu Acan's rough nerves could notice it.

Feng Lou pretended not to feel it at all.

After a while, everyone on the table was down except him.

"...boring, really boring..."

Fenglou was speechless and wanted to stand up.

The dandy upstairs stared at him for a long time, and moved his eyes three times. He licked his face and moved closer to him: "Mr. Feng, are you drunk? Shall I take you back?"

The dude's eyes were glued to his face and neck, and he couldn't move away, and he wanted to touch his arm.

The funny thing is, it's Fu, this person is much shorter than him, and he has to look up slightly to see him.

Fenglou ignored him and was shaking to leave.

The dandy pulled him, but he threw it away vigorously, and sat on the ground all of a sudden, suddenly annoyed.

"You shameless Duanxiu, what are you pretending to be arrogant here? Who doesn't know that General Wei dumped you? So what if I let me mess with you all night? Anyway, someone has already done it!"

As he said, he was about to hug his thigh.

Fenglou didn't know if he heard it, but he was still staggering towards the door.

The shopkeeper and Xiaoer pricked up their ears silently, and no one dared to go up and cause trouble.

However, everyone in Yuncheng knows Mr. Feng's "love affairs".

Just when the dandy's hand was about to touch Feng Lou, the man sitting in the dark corner suddenly moved.

His movements were so fast that he couldn't see clearly, as if a gust of wind suddenly blew into the lobby, the dude was kicked hard to the stairs, and then rolled down from the top again, screaming "ouch, ouch".

Then, Feng Lou was picked up like a child and disappeared at the door.

The man used lightness kung fu and flew low between the eaves of Yuncheng, the cool wind brushed his cheeks, Fenglou became even more drunk.

He couldn't open his eyes, his bun was loosely slumped, and he suddenly started laughing "Hum Chi Hm Chi".

When the man's feet landed on another eaves again, his hairpin finally slipped down, and suddenly his black hair spread out, enveloping the two of them.

Feng Lou buried his face firmly in the other's neck, and took a deep breath of his breath.

With the aroma of wine in his mouth, he leaned into the ear of the other party, "...you, you got married, didn't you? Come back, why are you back?"

Wei Feng paused, pursed his lips tightly, and did not speak.

After a while, the two finally returned to the hut.

Three months ago, they were living here together in love.

Now, the dust on the table is almost a centimeter high.

Wei Feng stood beside the bed for a long time, but he was still not willing to put him down.

So he turned out again and went straight up the mountain.

During this process, Feng Lou had already slept like a dead pig. Of course, this dead pig was still the prettiest one.

Wei Feng sighed silently.

Feng Lou woke up again, and saw the warm yellow fire light through the hair.

As soon as he moved, the people next to him noticed, "Are you awake? Get up and eat something when you wake up."

Feng Lou sat up, and the black robe that covered him slipped off, feeling warm.

He didn't care, and pulled his hair irritably, "Where's my hairpin? Who told you to untie my hair?"

Wei Feng pretended he didn't hear it, and let him get entangled with his hair.

After a long time, Feng Lou finally got enough of sullen and angry, and then looked him straight.

Wei Feng was wearing a snow-white undershirt, his cheeks were warmed by the light of the fire.

Fenglou frowned, "What's on your face?"

Wei Feng glanced at him, but quickly moved away, "□□."

Feng Lou made a "vomit" gesture, "Human skin? It's really something you can do."

Wei Feng opened his mouth, but didn't explain that it was just such a "name".

He knew that Fenglou was angry.

The two fell silent suddenly. Wei Feng turned the pheasant in his hand, and the oil splashed into the fire, making a crackling sound.

After baking, he handed it to Feng Lou.

Fenglou raised the corner of his mouth and sneered, "What? You want to have sex with me? You don't even dare to go to my house?"

Wei Feng was stung in his heart. In the past, Feng Lou liked to say "our family".

As for the first half of the sentence, he didn't pay much attention to it.

"The house is too dirty—how long has it been since you went back?"

Wei Feng didn't look at him anymore, his dark eyes stared at the flames, two clusters of small flames sprang up inside.

Hearing what he said, Feng Lou threw away the pheasant he handed over with a "snap", and stood up with a "shua".

"Oh! Now you hate that little dilapidated house for being dirty? Didn't you sleep happily before? On the bed, on the couch, on the table, on the stool... You are pressing me like a beast in heat Don't you think it's dirty?"

With that said, Fenglou rushed outside angrily.

He naturally recognized this cave, this is the place where he and the dog inside met for the first time.

Fenglou walked more and more slowly, his ears pricked up, listening for movement.

He was almost out of the cave, but there was no sound of footsteps behind him.

He suddenly became even angrier.

After taking two more steps, he stopped abruptly, and then returned to the cave, even more angry than before.

"You, you are not afraid that I will encounter wild beasts? You wolf-hearted dog!"

As if predicting that he would come back, Wei Feng's movements were unhurried, he carefully peeled off the soil-stained skin from the pheasant he threw on the ground, and put it back on the fire to roast.

"There are no wild animals on this mountain."

If there is, before Fenglou can pick it up, Wei Feng will fold it in that night.

Seeing his calm look, Feng Lou was suddenly discouraged.

He sat down on the ground, stirring up a small cloud of dust, and soiled the pheasant that Wei Feng had just peeled.

This time, the man's brows finally moved.

As if he had won the victory, he laughed "hum".

But the victory didn't last long, as his stomach made a "cuckoo" sound.

Wei Feng didn't seem to hear, the pheasant had no skin to peel, so he handed the soiled chicken back to him.

Feng Lou: "You!"

"You eat this noodles, it's not stained."

Wei Feng pointed at the half of the pheasant pointing at him, Feng Lou couldn't take it anymore.

He lowered his head in a hurry, his long hair covered his face, and his voice sank several degrees: "You are back...what are you doing?"

At this time, it's probably not like the flirtatious and broken sleeve who hangs out with his friends.

Wei Feng withdrew his hand and remained silent for a while.

After a long while, he said with difficulty: "Come back and see you."

Feng Lou didn't make any more mocking sounds.

After hanging out for nearly a year, he knew that Wei Feng was telling the truth.

The other party really just came back to see him, that's all.

It was probably because he was sober, and he didn't want to put on that slutty look again. He even heard himself smiling: "How is it? Isn't your wife beautiful? She's gentle and virtuous?"

Fenglou tilted his head slightly, his hair covered his eyes, his peach blossom eyes were half bright and half dark.

He saw Wei Feng nodded his head slightly, but he couldn't hide his bones, and the angular jaw line was tightly stretched into a neat line.

Feng Lou retracted his gaze, sighed softly for a long while, and didn't know whether to tell himself or Wei Feng, "That's good... that's good... I should too—go back... "

After all, no one ate a bite of that pheasant.

# # #

In October, it rained in Shan (shan), and the temperature suddenly dropped a lot.

The winter in the south is extremely cold, like ice to the bone.

The two little girls in front of the wife took their breakfast and walked back, and met the second son in the corridor.

The two hurriedly kissed each other, the other nodded slightly, and strode over.

One of them couldn't hold back, and turned his head to look at the tall figure of the other person. The scarlet cloak of that person swayed in a sharp arc in the cold wind.

"A Xing! Don't look! Your eyeballs are about to fall out!"

Ah Xing's cheeks blushed instantly, and her delicate face was the color of a girl.

"Don't think about the Second Young Master, he is this—" the little girl curled her fingers.

A Xing lowered her eyes sadly, knowing that the other party was right, but she still couldn't help but argue: "Second Young Master...he has changed a lot this time, maybe he will listen to the master?"

"Silly A Xing, even if the second young master listens to the master, if he really marries the young lady, it won't be you!"

A Xing nodded and said nothing.

...How could someone like her be able to climb up to a lintel like the He family?

Fenglou went all the way to the study in the front yard, where his father He Dongxin was already waiting for him.

There was a map of the map on the desk, and the two sat down to discuss the matter of suppressing the bandits.

After finishing the business, He Dongxin took a sip of tea and let out a sigh of relief.

After coming to Shancheng for so many years, the old man still retains the habits of Beijingers.

He Dongxin glanced at his son, and coughed feignedly, "Fenglou, Mr. Xiang's second daughter...have you seen it?"

Fenglou's eyes were still on the Kanyu map, and he gave a faint "hmm" when he heard the words.

Seeing that he didn't frown, He Dongxin thought that there was some clue this time, and raised his tone a bit: "Then—how about daddy going to propose you a kiss?"

Feng Lou finally gave his father a look, but his eyes were calm, "Do you want her to be a widow for the rest of her life?"

He Dongxin stood up "swish", and slapped the table hard: "You!"

Fenglou carefully rolled up the Kanyu map, bowed to He Dongxin upright, and walked out without saying a word.

When the door was closed, He Dongxin hurriedly cupped his palms and "hissed" to blow the air.

"...This little evil... Sigh!"

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