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Open the chopsticks, "After eating, I will go door to door to make amends."

So after the evening class, many people saw Duan Junheng escorting Tong Xin to apologize.

At first, everyone just treated Tong Xin as a child, and didn't blame Tong Xin too much. Besides, this guy is good-looking, and with a smiling face, everyone forgave him, which is another kind of friendship. .

Summer is approaching, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. The only free time of the day is after evening classes. The brothers and sisters each hold a fan and sit around the courtyard chatting nonsense.

In order to get into trouble and be punished with companions, Tong Xin decides to blend in with these lay disciples.He was clever enough to discover that the folding fans in many people's hands were all white, not to mention painted or without poems, so he volunteered.

Tong Xin flatteringly said to the gentle scholar sitting next to Duan Junheng: "Dude, there is nothing on your fan, I happen to be good at Danqing, and now I'm struggling, let me help you draw a picture of a lady. "Blink, it means you understand.

The scholar's surname is Fang, and his first name is Su Qing. He is very low-key and has no sense of presence. He didn't expect Tong Xin to feel uncomfortable and wanted to refuse Tong Xin's kindness, but a group of young people coaxed him together, and he didn't give up Just leave it to Tong Xin.

Duan Junheng saw Tong Xin rushing back to his room, then took out a bunch of painting tools, and spread them out on the only stone table in the yard in a decent manner.

Others wanted to come over to see it, but Tong Xin dismissed it on the grounds of disturbing the painting, and asked them to wait until the painting was finished.

Everyone looked at Tong Xin, and saw that he was resolute in his brushwork, steady in writing, smooth in strokes, light in drawing without hesitation, as if he had a well-thought-out plan, at first glance he really looked like a great painter.

A quarter of an hour passed, two quarters of an hour passed, and half an hour passed. While everyone was waiting anxiously, Tong Xin finally put down his brush, exhaled slowly, picked up Fang Suqing's fan and looked at it for a while before looking at Fang Suqing and the others. , "What do you think of Shinan?"

Guys: "..."

Seeing no response from everyone, Tong Xin pointed at them sadly, "You little bastards, are you sexist?"

"..."

Fang Suqing quickly came out and said: "A man should be a man. Fresh clothes, anger, horses, happiness and hatred are also a man's spirit."

"Insightful." Tong Xin picked up the pen again, "wait a while." He started to draw again.

Everyone, "..." Then what exactly did he draw just now?

Another half an hour passed, and while everyone was waiting anxiously, Tong Xin put down his paintbrush for the second time, picked up the folding fan and blew lightly, and said to Su Qing with a very satisfied look: "Is your family lacking a door god?"

Fang Suqing: "..."

"Is it missing?" Tong Xin looked at Fang Suqing desperately, with an expression that made people unable to bear to refuse.

Fang Suqing gritted her teeth, "...missing."

Everyone: "..." I sympathize with Fang Suqing very much.

Tong Xin continued to paint happily again.

It might be a good painting by the door god, but Tong Xin finished it in less than half an hour this time, "What do you think of Wangfu Mountain?"

Everyone: "..." Just changed from a lady to a gentleman, and a gentleman to a door god, and now the door god has changed to Wangfushan? !This span does not take how big it.

Tong Xin finally felt a little embarrassed when he saw everyone's embarrassing looks, "I haven't drawn for a long time, and my performance is a bit abnormal."

"..." Then what kind of abnormality can the characters change into scenery.

Duan Junheng tried his best to hold back his laughter.

The corner of Fang Suqing's mouth twitched, "...The landscape painting is actually not bad."

Tong Xin gave Fang Suqing a thumbs up, "It's tasteful, not like the common people like them. Just wait a little longer."

Fang Suqing: "..."

This time it was faster. Tong Xin splashed ink with a few strokes and then put down the brush. He rubbed his sore arm. The other party, Su Qing, solemnly recommended: "Actually, the black fan surface is very mysterious."

Fang Suqing: "..."

Seeing Fang Suqing standing there stupidly with his black-painted fan, everyone quickly covered their fans and retreated to the room to sleep.

Seeing the benches all over the yard and the figure of Duan Junheng turning around to leave, Tong Xin said pitifully, "Brother."

Duan Junheng turned his head back, the moonlight haloed a faint halo on his body, the eyes hidden in the shadows were extraordinarily bright, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth seemed to be a smile but not a smile. This Duan Junheng was less cold and more gentle and tolerant, just like I have been waiting there for many years in order to wait for Tong Xin to see him when he turns around.

If before tonight, Tong Xin only liked Duan Junheng's appearance, but now Tong Xin's liking for Duan Junheng has nothing to do with appearance, but the heart that can tolerate him.

Duan Junheng stretched out his hand to Tong Xin, "Go back."

"Senior brother, hehe..." Tong Xin smirked and dropped the pen in his hand, and ran towards Duan Junheng without hesitation.

Maybe love is really like what Niang said, it has nothing to do with age, identity, status, or even gender.

Fang Suqing watched Duan Junheng and Tong Xin walking away holding hands, the moonlight shone on them, their holding hands, their smiling faces, he suddenly felt very harmonious and beautiful.

Although the people around him sleep restlessly, they often lie on their hands and feet and won't let him go, but Duan Junheng has a sense of security that he can protect things behind him by reaching out, so he sleeps peacefully, and he doesn't even have dreams. Then there is the panic of being displaced and not knowing what to do.

In the dream, he was standing in a sea of ​​flowers that had been trampled by iron hooves. Even though many flowers were trampled, more flowers were still blooming.

Then came laughter from behind.

Duan Junheng turned around slowly, and saw a person sitting beside a pool of spring water amidst the petals blown by the wind, waving to him.

Duan Junheng is like a traveler who has lost his way. Someone pointed him in the direction, and he walked in that direction.

As he got closer, Duan Junheng found that since the man's face was invisible, he subconsciously looked at the reflection in the pool, and what he saw was Tong Xin's face.Duan Junheng was startled, and when he looked up again, the blank face of the man was Tong Xin's face.

Tong Xin patted the place beside him and asked him to come and sit.

Duan Junheng walked over and sat down, Tong Xin tilted his head and looked at him with a smile, just like his usual expression before he was about to make trouble.

Tong Xin asked him to close his eyes, and he closed them without any doubt.

In the darkness in front of him, he could feel Tong Xin's fingertips gently sliding down from his forehead, along the bridge of his nose, to his lips, to his neck, to his collarbone, to the point on his chest...

That kind of feeling is indescribably strange, the strange pleasure of being touched makes him a little flustered, but once he can't feel it, he looks forward to that kind of pleasure again, and that kind of feeling is addictive, I hope that feeling will be better every time strong.

That strong sense of need made him make a low voice that made people think about it, as if he was dissatisfied or not longing for it.

Until a sharp pain came, Duan Junheng suddenly woke up, and felt warm and wet on his chest.

Bowing his head, Tong Xin was lying on top of him, and the spot on his chest was next to Tong Xin's mouth.

Maybe it's because he didn't sleep well, Tong Xin stretched out his tongue to lick his mouth, but the tip of his tongue just passed the spot on Duan Junheng's chest.

The pleasure in the dream hit Duan Junheng like an electric current, and Duan Junheng's whole body stiffened suddenly.

Duan Junheng just lay there stiff and didn't dare to move. After the feeling passed, he lost again, but he was still more flustered.He gently moved Tong Xin to his side, and rushed out of the room full of embarrassment, he didn't even have time to put on his coat, and he didn't even see Tong Xin who was supposed to be asleep on the kang opened his eyes and smiled treacherously.

The moment Duan Junheng rushed out, the middle of the night bell sounded from Shaolin Temple, which was the bell to summon the monks.

Often in the hospital something happened.

Tong Xin sat up.

Therefore, Duan Junheng, who left and came back, copied a coat and put it on, and said: "You don't know martial arts and stay here, don't follow, it's too dangerous."

But Tong Xin grabbed him, "Take me there, there will be no danger." Tong Xin's expression had never been so serious.

No need to guess, Tong Xin also knew that it was either Gong Buping or Mr. Miaoyin who entered Shaolin this time. He was not so naive as to think that there were no people they placed in Shaolin.

If it was Gong Buping, then this was his only chance to connect with Gong Buping without being suspected.

28. Tong Xin is the master's uncle ([-])...

While Duan Junheng was hesitating, Tong Liang came over in a panic, and even Duan Junheng was paying attention, "Brother, do you think Gong is unfair to him..." Then he saw Duan Junheng.

Duan Junheng looked at Tong Liang and then at Tong Xin, "What's the matter with Gong Buping?"

Tong Xin grabbed Duan Junheng's sleeve, "It's too late, I'll tell you everything on the way."

Tong Liang's family is very skilled, but not as relaxed as Duan Junheng, even if Duan Junheng still has Tong Xin on his back.

Under the night, there was a faint light of fire in the direction of the hospital.

Disciples from various halls from all directions rushed to the place where the fire was lit in the temple. The place where the accident happened was Zen Master Benzhai's hut.

Inside the flames, there were still people fighting inside, and both sides of the fighting rushed out in a moment.

One of them is Ben Zhai, the monk in the back hall, and the rest are all black-clothed men.

The Shaolin disciples who came to support came to help Benzhai one after another. Duan Junheng also wanted to make a move, but Tong Xin stopped him. Regardless of the danger, Duan Junheng led him forward until he could see the men in black clearly.

In the confusion, Tong Xin didn't know who stuffed the ball of paper into his hand, and Tong Xin secretly hid it in his arms.

The man in black had no intention of fighting, and ran away only to find an opportunity, but the hut was already surrounded by disciples from all the sects who came later, and the man in black was like a trapped beast.

But it was an accident, and I don't know how one of the men in black knew that Tong Xin didn't know martial arts at all. After a feint, he suddenly attacked Tong Xin. Tong Xin dodged subconsciously, although the killer of the man in black was blocked by Duan Junheng at the side.