Qi Kuo

Zhao Jun thought a lot about his life since he met Chen Ke, and his life after he and Chen Ke and his party became fellow travelers, a little reckless and a little indulgent.

He knew that Lin Zheng and the others taught him martial arts under Chen Ke's behest, but he was still very grateful.

Because they are on the way to teach him, many times there will be something in their own sect, but they all push it away, or even when they are very busy, they will spare time to teach him hand in hand.

He felt the kindness of the world in them, and he really appreciated it.

Because he used to think that he would be displaced, but in the end he was comfortable and stable.

How not to be grateful.

He walked all the way to a small tea shop, which was obviously a wine shop, but the signboard fluttering in the wind read delicately: Tea shop.

It looks simple and clear.

Selling dog meat with a sheep's head.

Zhao Jun suddenly thought of the peach blossom brewed by his mother, which was mellow and fragrant.

He sat in front of an empty table and said, "Xiao Er."

Xiao Er came over erratically, and said courteously, "What do you want, sir?"

Zhao Jun raised his head and said, "Do you have peach blossom wine?"

Seeing Zhao Jun, Xiaoer was stunned, and thought to himself: This young man is so good-looking, how come he looks like this, he wants to drink away his worries.

So he thought about it and said: "Since the young master is still young, it's better to drink less."

Zhao Jun nodded, his smiling eyes bent into crescent moons: "Thank you." He paused, and then said: "But I am a little homesick today, really..."

He didn't finish his words, and he didn't want to, but Xiao Er understood, slapped himself falsely, and said: "Look at my brain, young master, I can see that he is not a person who drinks recklessly."

Seeing that he turned around to get the wine, Zhao Jun still couldn't figure out why he didn't look like a drunkard at first glance, so he thought about it carefully while waiting for the wine, and thought that maybe others thought he was a little smaller, Not like a drinker.

At this time, Xiao Er, who turned to get the wine, really thought when he was getting the wine: "Why don't you get the milder ones, he looks so good, and the family can rest assured that he will come out alone."

It just so happened that the shopkeeper called him at this time, and in a moment of panic, he brought a jar of wine next to him.

Zhao Jun took a sip of his wine, and he frowned slightly.

However, wine is good wine.

Then, drink it as hard as you can...

The sun was slanting to the west, and night fell quickly. Chen Ke sat at the dinner table and waited for Zhao Jun.

At first it was still full of a large glass of water, but in the end even the boiling hot soup died down, and Zhao Jun hadn't come to eat yet.

Chen Ke originally thought that Zhao Jun just went out for a run and didn't show up for a while, so he didn't pay much attention. Only then did he know that it was over, Zhao Jun was gone.

He stood up abruptly from his chair, looking at the flames lit up everywhere and the bottomless night in the distance, he felt a feeling that was once very familiar flooding into his heart again.

It was the same when he lost the warmth of Zhang Yuan's hands, flustered and scared.

He couldn't help shaking slightly.

Liang Song was originally hiding in the dark and it was inconvenient to come out. First he saw Chen Ke stand up abruptly, and then swayed as if he couldn't stand up. When he saw that there was no one around, he came out directly, with a little anxiety in his voice: "Why? gone?"

Chen Ke waved his hand and asked, "Where's Zhao Jun?"

Liang Song was stunned for a moment, and said, "I don't know."

Chen Ke lifted his foot and walked outside. Liang Song knew that he couldn't stop him, so he followed him step by step.

Chen Ke didn't look for someone with much fanfare, but quietly looked for it by himself, he thought, he could always find it.

You don't need others, you can always find it yourself.

At this time, Zhao Jun didn't realize that it was very late at all. He was lying on the table, and the world in his eyes gradually blurred.

The waiter standing behind him was very anxious, after all it was his own fault that made this young man so drunk.

He stood at the back rubbing his hands, and the shopkeeper came out and asked, "It's so late, why are you still here in a daze? Why don't you pack up and go home, my wife and children are still waiting!"

Xiao Er was forced to do nothing, he was also about the same age as Zhao Jun, but he was always by his family's side, although he was not as luxurious as this young master, but he never got drunk and lay down because of homesickness. In a place I don't even know.

He walked over to help Zhao Jun up, and asked softly, "Young master, let's go and sit next to him."

Zhao Jun didn't hear exactly what he said, but nodded obediently.

Xiao Er helped him to sit on the grass beside him, and after confirming that Zhao Jun would not fall down, he turned around and went back to clean up the tables and chairs.

While tidying up, he turned around from time to time to see if Zhao Jun was still sitting there quietly.

Seeing that he had packed his things, the shopkeeper packed up his things and asked Xiaoer to go with him.

Xiaoer looked at Zhao Jun, hesitated, and said, "Forget it, I'll leave later."

The shopkeeper gave him a blank look, and said softly: "I don't know why there is so much sympathy all day long!" After finishing speaking, he packed up and left.

The waiter ignored his ridicule and sat next to Zhao Jun.

At this moment, Zhao Jun looked up at the stars in the sky, maybe he realized that someone was coming, so he turned his head and smiled brightly at Xiaoer: "Look, does this look like the stars we saw together that night?"

After hearing this, Xiao Er knew that he was thinking of someone, so he continued to sit with him without making a sound.

Zhao Jun didn't think there was anything wrong, he just looked up at the stars, his eyes twinkling.

He paused for a while, and then said: "You know, I have always been very happy because of you...Actually, sometimes I don't know how to face you...Actually, I am not that good, I know I am I have a lot of problems with myself... You are right, I shouldn't have come in that way... Actually, I am very afraid that one day you will suddenly not want me... Actually, I..."

Xiaoer didn't hear Zhao Jun's last words clearly, but he heard all his truths.

So much, unparalleled, to say to one person, actually.

Zhao Jun seemed to wake up for a moment, turned to Xiaoer and said, "Do you know, actually, I like him."

Xiao Er sat quietly, following Zhao Jun, looking up at the stars in the sky.

Zhao Jun's eyes were dotted with stars in the sky.

Zhao Jun was only awake for a second, and then fell into a state of talking to himself.

After a while, he said: "Mother, I miss you so much. I went to drink a jar of peach blossom wine today. It didn't taste good at all. It was very strong. My throat hurts from the heat, but it was very uncomfortable. I really don't want to drink it, but it's really bad. It's so uncomfortable."

After a while, he said: "I dare not say that I like you. I'm afraid that if you find out, you won't want me anymore. You don't even have to be friends."

After a while, he said, "What should I do?"

Xiao Er knew that he just wanted to vent on his own, or sat quietly beside him, looking at the sky motionless.

When Zhao Jun said that he had no strength left, he gradually buried his head in his arms and fell asleep with his legs hugged under the moonlight.

Xiao Er took off his coat and put it on Zhao Jun, waiting for the person he was talking about to come and pick him up.

For some reason, he always felt that that person would come, from what he said about that person.

I don't know how long I waited, when I heard two footsteps approaching in a panic.

Xiao Er stood up, stretched his tingling legs, turned around and looked at the two people who came over.

The person walking in front had a tall figure, straight eyebrows, and an outstanding temperament, but his frowning did not seem so out of sync with his frantic pace.

Chen Ke saw two people sitting here from a long distance, especially the back of one of them, he was so familiar to him.

He walked over quickly and was within arm's length of the standing man.

Xiaoer knew that it was the person who picked up Zhao Jun, so he stepped aside.

Before he could turn around, he heard a low and magnetic voice from someone coming: "Thank you, sorry."

Thanks for taking care of him, sorry to bother you.

Xiaoer waved his hands again and again, and said, "Since you have come to pick him up, I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left. He didn't take two steps, but was held back by a person. He turned his head, but saw the person behind him holding his robe, and said, "Thank you."

Xiao Er hurriedly took it, then said thank you, and left.

Chen Ke looked at Xiao Er's back, then turned to look at Zhao Jun who was sleeping with him in his arms.

He walked up to Zhao Jun and knelt down, gently woke Zhao Jun up, patted Zhao Jun's face, and said softly, "Go back, okay?"

Zhao Jun slightly opened his eyes, and said directly: "Not good."

Chen Ke said patiently: "Let's go back and take a shower and lie down on the bed, okay? It's cold on the ground, and it's uncomfortable to sit and sleep."

Zhao Jun still shook his head: "Not good."

Make it clear that you want to play a small temper.

Liang Song felt that standing there was a bit redundant.

Xiao Er looked back, and saw that imposing man squatting in front of Zhao Jun at the moment, raising his hand and rubbing Zhao Jun's head, opening and closing his lips, talking softly.

Xiao Er suddenly understood, bowed his head and smiled, turned and left.

Chen Ke was coaxing Zhao Jun to go back with him at this time, and when his mouth was dry, Zhao Jun still pronounced the sentence vaguely: "Not good." His tone was quite firm.

Chen Ke looked at Zhao Jun for a long time, then suddenly turned around and squatted down in front of him, saying, "I'll carry you."

Zhao Jun didn't say directly: "Not good." Instead, he hesitated for a moment before hesitatingly said: "Not good."

Chen Ke raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said steadfastly, "Let's go."

Zhao Jun hesitated for a longer time, and still said: "Not good."

Chen Ke made persistent efforts: "Let's go."

It may be that Zhao Jun has a good heart and thinks that there are only three things to do. In short, he still wobbled forward and was carried by Chen Ke steadily.

When Chen Ke passed by Liang Song, Liang Song smiled and said, "You also have today."

Chen Ke dragged Zhao Jun upwards and said, "Get rolling."

Liang Song followed behind them with a smile, but kept a distance on purpose.

With Zhao Jun on his back steadily, Chen Ke asked him, "Are you very angry?"

Zhao Jun said in a daze, "I'm not angry."

Chen Ke said: "Does that mean you hate me?"

Zhao Jun: "I don't hate it."

Chen Ke: "Then why did you come out to drink by yourself?"

Zhao Jun took it for granted: "Because I miss my mother."

Zhao Jun continued: "I think she made peach blossom stuffing, shortbread, and many other things."

Chen Ke said: "You think she just wants her to cook and eat?"

Zhao Jun said: "No wonder!...but now I can't eat any more."

Chen Ke was silent, and then said: "How about I cook it for you?"

Zhao Jun: "Not good."

How did he find drunk Zhao Jun so cute?So he said, "Why not?"

Zhao Jun: "Because the shortbread you made is not tasty at all."

Chen Ke felt that he had been hit violently, and Liang Song, who didn't think it was a big deal, laughed behind him and couldn't help himself.

Chen Ke then asked: "Then I can learn it, wouldn't it be delicious."

Zhao Jun directly denied: "No, my mother's cooking is the best!"

Liang Song continued to laugh louder and louder. Chen Ke resisted the urge to hit him, and said to Zhao Jun, "My shortbread is not good, but it's delicious."

Zhao Jun: "That's not it!" Then he began to count down which ones are not delicious, and count the bones in the egg.

Chen Ke listened silently, and muttered in a low voice: "I'm not afraid that I will throw you down."

Zhao Jun heard it, and said directly: "How dare you!"

Liang Song, who was walking behind, felt that he couldn't do it anymore, so he had to slow down.

Chen Ke sighed.

By the time he reached the station, Zhao Jun had already scolded and praised Chen Ke to the point where he couldn't do enough, and Liang Song felt that he might be laughed to death if he went on.

In the future, there may be legends circulating in the Jianghu that the senior brother of the photoshoot school was actually killed by laughing at himself. The picture is so beautiful that he dare not imagine it.

Seeing that he was about to arrive, Chen Ke suddenly asked a serious question: "Zhao Jun, what do you want?"

Zhao Jun didn't answer for a long time, so long that Chen Ke thought he was asleep, but Zhao Jun said: "I hope Chen Ke is well, better than me, much better, safe and happy."

Chen Ke's footsteps paused for a long time, and when he started again, he looked solemn: "You will be better than me, and you will be by my side."

Zhao Jun didn't hear it and fell asleep.

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