Dressed as the hero Bai Yueguang, I defeated the villain

Li Zhe stood at the door dumbfounded, and wanted to go forward, but was stared back by Shen Chichuan.Shen Chichuan raised his hand to grab the sword reflexively, but it was in vain, and his ready killing intent did not diminish by half: "You trapped him here?"

Li Zhe was so scared that he took two steps back, but in front of the person he liked, he still insisted on the belief that he could not lose face if he lost his life, so he stood up again, his voice trembling, but he still stubbornly straightened his chest and replied: "Yes Yes!"

Shen Chichuan gathered strength in his palms, and had no intention of giving him half of his life.In Yan Shijun's mind, Li Zhe was just a little childish, and he didn't have any bad intentions in essence.Seeing that Shen Chichuan was about to get angry again, he hurriedly pressed his hand, stood up and stood in front of Li Zhe: "He didn't harm me, he was just young and childish, don't hurt him."

Shen Chichuan's eyes widened, he looked at him in disbelief, and paused every word: "You, Hu, he, him?"

He has only been separated from him for more than a month, and he has a new love?

Back then, she protected Li Muhe, and now she protects this brat. Was it because she was cooperating with him to make things difficult for her?

Seeing his misunderstanding, Yan Shijun hastily explained: "We are not the kind of relationship you think."

Li Zhe, who has no eyesight, insisted on interjecting: "We are in that kind of relationship."

The leader's eyeballs are about to drop.

Li Zhe was so stared back that he took two steps back, and added in a low voice: "Even if we don't have that kind of relationship now, we will have that kind of relationship in the future."

Shen Chichuan directly pulled off the branch of the pomegranate tree with his backhand. The poor pomegranate tree couldn't support the brute force of the leader, so he wobbled twice and broke an "arm".

Shen Chichuan was holding a branch in one hand, facing Li Zhe, as if he wanted to stab the branch in his hand into the opponent's heart like a long sword: "Who gave you the courage to miss him?"

Li Zhe was spoiled and grew up, so he looked at Yan Shijun with watery eyes: "Brother..."

Yan Shijun: ...

Who will save him?

"Brother, I'm afraid..." Li Zhe successfully bought Yan Shijun over with such a good appearance that no one could bear to refuse. He grabbed the branch in Shen Chichuan's hand, "Don't make things difficult for the child."

"It's difficult for a child?" Shen Chichuan's joy of reunion just now was almost worn out: Do you have any misunderstandings about children?Calling a child so much?

Shen Chichuan was furious: "I will definitely kill him today!"

"Okay!" Yan Shijun was also angry, "Kill! Kill! Kill! Shen Chichuan, do you have other ideas besides killing people?"

"Yan San is the same, and so are the residents of that town. You only know how to kill people, don't you?"

As a young man who grew up in a modern society ruled by law, Yan Shijun really obeyed this leader who dared to fight and shout at every turn.

Shen Chichuan's hands trembled: "Are you angry?"

Yan Shijun took a deep breath: "Go back when you recover from your injury. I live a good life here and don't need you to disturb me."

After all, Yan Shijun walked out of Wang An's mansion directly, and most of the guards at the gate were damaged by Shen Chichuan's disturbance, and they all lay on the ground hugging their arms and legs, crying for father and mother, needless to say, it was Shen Chichuan again. Chi Chuan's handwriting.

Li Zhe followed behind, with Shen Chichuan beside him, so he had no choice but to stand in the corner, poked his head out, and said softly, "Brother."

As he said that, he was about to come forward to hold Yan Shijun's hand. Shen Chichuan didn't know why he shifted his shape so quickly to block Li Zhe, and stared back fiercely, causing Li Zhe to shrink back in embarrassment. Going back, I had to watch them go all the way.

This little kid, Bai Qing, had been waiting outside Prince An's Mansion for a long time, and when he saw Yan Shijun coming out of the gate safely, the stubborn child couldn't help but threw himself into his arms: "You're finally back, I was scared to death! "

Yan Shijun felt a burst of heat in his chest, and teased, "You're crying."

"No!" Bai Qing turned his head stubbornly, "Hurry up and go home, my sister is waiting impatiently."

"Okay, okay." Yan Shijun responded without refusing to refute his face, but being so missed by others, Yan Shijun suddenly felt that the world didn't seem so bad anymore.

When Yan Shijun and Bai Qing went home, Shen Chichuan followed all the way, neither far nor near, just within sight.Bai Qing glanced back quietly, then leaned into Yan Shijun's ear and said, "He's following us."

Yan Shijun's eight winds did not move: "Yes."

Bai Qing asked again: "What is his relationship with you?"

Yan Shijun's mouth twitched: "The enemy."

Bai Qing: It’s a pit ghost.

They walked all the way home, when Bai Qing and Yan Shijun entered the door, the door was closed directly, and it was the first time that the leader who always only kept people away from the door was shut down.

Shen Chichuan looked at the dilapidated door in front of him and calculated how much force he had to use to break the door open without appearing so rude.

Before he could make up his mind, Yan Shijun's cold and selfless voice came through the door: "This is a private house, please don't trespass."

The leader trembled.

In this cold and twelfth lunar month, I saw a figure crouching pitifully in a corner with arms folded, lonely and lonely, and there was still a trace of...sadness.

Shen Chichuan originally wanted to stay low-key and wait until Yan Shijun opened the door, but with this beautiful face, he couldn't keep a low profile and successfully attracted a lot of attention.Passers-by who came and went couldn't help but look at him a few times. The leader was really frightened by the attention of people in this short day. For a moment, he didn't know whether to stare back or cover his face first.

I don't know what went wrong, a half-grown child said something in his mother's ear, and came up with a steamed bun in his hand.Even if Shen Chichuan is fierce, he is too embarrassed to show a cold face to a child, let alone that child has a pleasing face.The child murmured for a long time without saying anything, so he stuffed the steamed bun into his arms, and Shen Chichuan understood what he said. Not only did he understand, but the words almost made the leader very angry Cerebral hemorrhage passed out.

Only the child's crisp and raw voice echoed in Shen Chichuan's ears: "I'll eat it for you."

Give?you?eat?

Our leader stared at the steamed bun in his hand, as if a century had passed, the expression on his face ranged from doubt to bewilderment to incredible, and his expression was so rich that he could finish 72 episodes of a series.This is the first time that Shen Chichuan doubted life so much since he was born more than 20 years ago.He lowered his head and glanced at himself - he was still wrapped in the robe that the old man got from somewhere, the cuffs and hem were a bit short, and although the crown of hair was not combed carefully, it was still in a high ponytail , it's not messy, right? How does he look like...a beggar?

What makes people vomit blood even more is that the child opened his head, followed by a bunch of neighbors who showed great kindness. Shen Chichuan was still in a state of confusion, and there was a pile of food in front of him, and someone even gave it to him. He sent quilts.

It was the first time for Shen Huo to be given alms at such an age. Chi Chuan looked at the things in front of him and fell into deep thought: Does he really look like a beggar now?

----------------

The atmosphere at the dinner table today was particularly tense. Qingmei's health has improved in the past few days, and she is also trying to cook some meals to lighten the burden on the two migrant workers.But today when she put the meal on the table, she felt something was wrong, very wrong.

Qingmei looked at Yan Shijun, then at Bai Qing, who gave him a "I don't know" look.

Qingmei put down her job, and tried to ask: "Then... teach... Shen Chichuan?"

Yan Shijun's hand pausing the rice paused: "I don't know."

Bai Qing added in time: "Outside the door."

Yan Shijun glanced over, and Bai Qing immediately fell silent.

Qingmei's heart is clear, and she already understands most of it. She said with some embarrassment: "It's so cold, and Shen Chichuan still has injuries on his body, so you just leave him outside alone in case something happens..."

"That's right," Bai Qing couldn't help agreeing, "He has a lot of injuries and was poisoned."

"Poisoned?" Yan Shijun slammed his chopsticks on the bowl, causing Bai Qing to tremble in fright, "When did he get poisoned?"

Bai Qing and Qing Mei looked at each other: He's in a hurry, he's in a hurry, he's in a hurry!

Yan Shijun was also anxious, and quickly withdrew his emotions, and the words "tsundere" were almost written on his face: "It's none of my business, I'm done eating, go to bed."

After all, he put away the bowls and chopsticks and went straight out the door. The cold wind from the yard poured down his neck, making him shiver uncontrollably, and suddenly remembered outside the door: Will Shen Chichuan be colder? What if the injury recurs in the middle of the night?What if he died outside the door?

"What are you thinking!" Yan Shijun patted himself on the head, "He can't die, and I don't need to care if he dies."

After finishing speaking, he spat himself: "Don't care if he's a puppy!"

So, after Yan Shijun's oath was issued for half a stick of incense...

The door was opened with a creak, and Shen Chichuan met Yan Shijun with a bunch of steamed buns in his arms.

Yan Shijun had a cold face, and swept him around: "It's a good life, it seems that there is no need to enter the door."

After finishing speaking, the door was about to be closed, the door was half closed, and there was only a crack left, but it could not be closed anyway, Yan Shijun stared at the crack of the door: "Move your feet away."

"Don't move away," Shen Chichuan stuck his foot in the crack of the door, and broke into someone's house confidently, "I'm cold."

"Never mind my business." Yan Shijun didn't move at all.

"You!" Shen Chichuan was about to refute, but suddenly he covered his chest, frowned, and gasped, "Hiss—it hurts—"

Yan Shijun was in a hurry, and he couldn't care about other things: "Where does it hurt?"

Shen Chichuan clutched his chest, bent over so painful that he couldn't straighten up, and even spoke intermittently: "The wound... hurts..."

Yan Shijun opened the door, and hurriedly embraced Shen Chichuan's body that was about to fall, his voice was full of worry: "Are you okay, I'll call the doctor."

Shen Chichuan dodges, and before Yan Shijun can react, he directly enters the door: "It's all right now."

Yan Shijun: ...

It would be a waste of talent if the leader's acting skills are not awarded an Oscar!