The little thing that Jinjiang men wore to the starting point

Unable to brag about the development of such a plot, Zhuo Yan looked at Ye Zhiqiu, and Ye Zhiqiu just straightened his body and raised his head to meet Zhuo Yan's gaze, his facial expression instantly returned to ice-cold.

Zhuo Yan couldn't help blinking for a moment, Ye Zhiqiu could change his face this time.

"I'll just come back later," pulling back the invitation from the guard, "It's troublesome." Fortunately, he had already sent his servants away before that, otherwise the original owner's father would have known what he had done, and he would have suffered a lot. lesson.

The guards didn't know how to react. It was the first time I met someone who would retreat at the door, but his status was only lower than his own son's, so it was hard to say anything.

Ye Zhiqiu watched him striding forward, nodded: "Brother Zhuo."

"Brother Ye, why do you come here when you have time?" It stands to reason that even if Su Chongwen handed Ye Zhiqiu an invitation, Ye Zhiqiu would not come here for the sake of saving face.It's a little strange to appear here this time.

Ye Zhiqiu knew what he said: "I didn't come to Su Chongwen's banquet."

"Then you..." Zhuo Yan was puzzled.

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head, meaning that he couldn't say anything.Zhuo Yan knew that he didn't want to speak, so he didn't bother to ask, anyway, he didn't want to say it, he didn't want to say it, he couldn't pry Ye Zhiqiu's mouth open for him to say it.

Instead, seeing the old man behind Ye Zhiqiu holding a steamed bun wrapped in paper, he slowly dragged his body back.

Obviously, Ye Zhiqiu also noticed it, and immediately turned around: "Old man, where are you going?"

"My grandson is still hungry..." It turned out that the old man had another grandson.

Ye Zhiqiu was silent for a moment, looked at the old man's dim back, and stepped forward: "I'll help you go back."

"No, no..." The old man pushed away Ye Zhiqiu's hand that wanted to help him: "The old man is dirty."

When Ye Zhiqiu did this, his hands froze in mid-air. Looking at the old man's slowly advancing figure, he thought for a while, and finally took out some broken silver from the purse.

Zhuo Yan watched him go up, and then forced the broken silver into the old man's hand, shaking his head, Ye Zhiqiu didn't know whether it was really stupid or really stupid.

Seeing that Ye Zhiqiu was standing there watching the old man's back after finishing this task, Zhuo Yan followed and stood beside him: "I can't tell, you are still like this."

Zhuo Yan seemed to be judging Ye Zhiqiu: "You are really a strange person."

"..." Ye Zhiqiu obviously didn't know what words to answer him.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhuo Yan rarely smiled wryly: "But you did what I wanted to do."

Ye Zhiqiu frowned and looked at him: "You actually want to do it, why don't you do it?"

"It's not that I don't want to do it, but that I can't do it." Zhuo Yan shook his head.

"You are so funny, is there any reason why you can't do it?"

Zhuo Yan and him looked at each other, looking straight into Ye Zhiqiu's eyes: "I'm asking you."

Ye Zhiqiu did not avoid Zhuo Yan's gaze, and moved the corner of his mouth slightly: "What?"

"You may be able to save this one today, but how many people like this are there in the world?" Zhuo Yan described the cruelty of the reality to him: "Tell me, how many people are there who starved for the winter and waited to die? "

"It's better to be saved than not to be saved." Ye Zhiqiu pursed his lips: "I have no conscience."

"But you know how powerless you are." At this moment, Zhuo Yan seemed to feel that Ye Zhiqiu's body was changing.

"You are not Your Majesty, Ye Zhiqiu."

Yes, that's it... Zhuo Yan is looking forward to Ye Zhiqiu's changes.

Sure enough... After hearing his words, Ye Zhiqiu's whole body suddenly felt like a sword drawn out of its sheath, but was buried deep by him immediately. Although it was only for a moment, Zhuo Yan still felt it.

The corner of his mouth almost curved into a smile.

Ye Zhiqiu's expression remained unchanged: "Brother Zhuo, you've been taught."

Zhuo Yan shook his hand: "I dare not, but I hope that the disrespectful words just now were not heard."

When Zhuo Yan mentioned this, Ye Zhiqiu thought he was being careless, looked around and confirmed that there was no one there, and then slightly relaxed his frowning brows: "Then let's stop here for now, Ye Mou will say goodbye to Brother Zhuo when he is here. .”

Then he turned and left, walking straight in the night with his vigorous posture.

But Zhuo Yan would definitely not put Ye Zhiqiu back so easily. It is a rare opportunity to meet Ye Zhiqiu by chance, and if he wants to meet Ye Zhiqiu next time, he doesn't know what to do.

Laughing with the corners of his mouth pulled, the sarcasm revealed: "Leave so soon?"

"What? Brother Zhuo still has something to do?" Ye Zhiqiu stopped in his tracks and turned to look at him suspiciously.

Zhuo Yan looked at Ye Zhiqiu's impatient expression, and reminded: "The fruit you just planted has not yet been harvested."

Ye Zhiqiu felt that Zhuo Yan was playing tricks: "Why did I ever plant fruit?"

"That bit of broken silver." Zhuo Yan didn't know whether Ye Zhiqiu was really puzzled, or pretended to be puzzled: "You are hurting people."

Ye Zhiqiu's expression changed several times, Zhuo Yan just mentioned him, and he had already grasped the true meaning of Zhuo Yan's words.Obviously, the ugliness of human nature has already begun to ponder in his mind: "... let's go."

Zhuo Yan didn't know what was going on with Ye Zhiqiu's sudden appearance this time, and Ye Zhiqiu's original matter of coming here was temporarily put aside by him, and he started chasing after the old man just now.

No trace of the old man was found around, Ye Zhiqiu's expression eased slightly, looking at Zhuo Yan's unchanged expression: "You think too much."

Zhuo Yan looked at Ye Zhiqiu's expression, sighed inwardly, and replied, "I hope so."

Sure enough, his thoughts were too dark?Zhuo Yan didn't know if his thoughts were too dark.He just deduces based on his thinking, now it is near the end of the year, in the cold wind, a helpless old man is carrying silver taels, which is a windfall for those poor hooligans.

If he hadn't been robbed, in this society where gold and jade are shattered and ruined... Zhuo Yan could only sigh secretly that it was the goddess of luck who blessed him.

Ye Zhiqiu ignored Zhuo Yan, being disturbed by Zhuo Yan, what he wanted to do today was completely in vain, and he could only wait for the next opportunity. Obviously, he didn't have anything to do now, so he walked away with his long legs.

Turning a corner, Ye Zhiqiu's footsteps paused. In the deep alley at the end of the street, the boy's cry was so weak that he didn't seem to have the strength to call out: "Grandfather... Grandfather... wake up!"

But he heard it anyway.

Then Ye Zhiqiu's expression became concentrated, he let out a breath of hot air, and walked towards the end of the street.

Zhuo Yan, who originally planned to leave the venue, saw Ye Zhiqiu's weird behavior, so he stopped thinking about walking, and looked at Ye Zhiqiu's expression from a distance, Zhuo Yan thought to himself that he might have guessed it right.

The child's thin body was protected by the old man, and the dirt-stained face had a few messy white marks blurred by tears, and the tears kept flowing from the child's eyes.

The child's thin hands kept grabbing the old man's tattered clothes: "Grandpa...wake up!"

"It's cold here... don't sleep! Grandpa!" But no matter how much the child called, the old man didn't open his eyes.

The old man's body had already started to feel cold, cold, and he lost the breath of life.

Ye Zhiqiu looked gloomy at what happened in front of him, Zhuo Yan stood behind him and sighed helplessly: "I said, before you have absolute strength, don't try to change anything."

"You're right." Ye Zhiqiu replied.

Zhuo Yan knew that he had suffered a setback, and he didn't know what words to use to comfort him, so he remained silent.

After just a while, Ye Zhiqiu made up his mind. He stepped forward and turned the old man's body away, and pulled the crying boy up: "Don't cry, your grandfather... is dead."

The child's eyes became even redder when he heard Ye Zhiqiu's words: "...the grandpa is not dead! You bastard, don't talk nonsense!" The child began to punch and kick Ye Zhiqiu indiscriminately, but anyone with a discerning eye knew that the child knew very well in his heart , just don't want to admit it.

Ye Zhiqiu let go of the child, suddenly grabbed a small stone from the ground, rubbed the small stone between his thumb and forefinger, and the stone slowly turned into powder and fell down.

Ye Zhiqiu's expression didn't show any meaning, he just asked the child a question.

"I'll give you a chance."

The child stared blankly at Ye Zhiqiu's hand, only to hear Ye Zhiqiu's deep magnetic voice asking next to his ear: "Do you want revenge?"

Zhuo Yan was not surprised by Ye Zhiqiu's ability, he just suddenly felt that Ye Zhiqiu had the charm of leading people into the abyss, with a very terrifying demonic nature.

Ye Zhiqiu walked on the road expressionlessly, followed by the child and Zhuo Yan beside him, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly asked: "Aren't you surprised?"

Zhuo Yan shook his head: "The world is full of wonders. It was once said in Ghost Records..."

Ye Zhiqiu interrupted him: "You can take it easy." I just don't know whether it is a compliment or a derogation.

Zhuo Yan has always listened to these words as compliments: "You are so frank in showing this skill in front of me, what else can I do? Could it be that you want me to shout, you monster!"

"Heh!" Ye Zhiqiu seemed to be smiling, Zhuo Yan didn't see it clearly, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly turned around and looked at the child who had been following them: "Hey, what's your name, child?"

"I don't have a name." The child's voice sounded frustrated.

"You kid, it's not good to lie." Hearing what he said, Zhuo Yan joked.

"It's true, the grandpa said that he is rich, so he will find me a good husband and give me a good name...but...but..." At this point, the child's tears were about to flood again.

Ye Zhiqiu frowned: "Although brother Zhuo is not a great writer, you don't mind naming a child, right?" Ye Zhiqiu obviously kicked the ball to Zhuo Yan.

Zhuo Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking about the name that the original owner had thought of but never used before: "If you don't mind, let's call it Mo Fan." The implication is obvious and straightforward.

"Did you hear that?" Ye Zhiqiu said to the child.

The child didn't answer Ye Zhiqiu's question, instead he looked at Ye Zhiqiu seriously: "...Then, sir, what's your name?"

"What?" But looking at the shining eyes on the child's filthy face: "...Ye Zhiqiu."

The child suddenly patted his chest: "Then my surname is Ye, and my name is Ye Mofan."

Then I laughed very happily, but I couldn't hold back the tears, crying and laughing at the same time: "I finally have a name!"

Zhuo Yan stared directly at the scene of accepting the younger brother, and didn't know how to interrupt the interaction between the two of them. Ye Zhiqiu was obviously a little surprised by the child's words, so he just said casually: "It's up to you." Turning around, he looked at the Zhuo Yan looked at his strange expression: "Let's go."

Ye Mofan followed behind him with a recognized smile.

Zhuo Yan felt that there was no need to stay any longer: "Next street, just leave here."

Ye Zhiqiu didn't rush to say goodbye to Zhuo Yan this time, on the contrary, he took the initiative to ask: "You are obviously a smart person, why can't you compare with Shang and Su?"

Zhuo Yan felt that Ye Zhiqiu was tempting this time, and of course the setback on the surface was not too obvious: "Brother Ye, you are talking nonsense."

Still couldn't help but sighed: "First of all, I'm not a very smart person, and I'm not that powerful. Second, even if I'm smart, the whole world can see it. You have to admit that Brother Shang and Brother Su are two people. Human talent for composing poems and singing songs.”

Ye Zhiqiu curled his lips: "Isn't it just copying..." He changed his words in an instant: "Wen Qu Xing is reincarnated?"

"Do you still believe this?" Zhuo Yan's expression seemed to be the joy of finding a fellow friend in an instant.

"I don't believe it." Ye Zhiqiu hit him directly.

Zhuo Yan pretended to sigh and sighed: "You talk nonsense, you know... There are gods standing three feet above your head."

Ye Zhiqiu's eyelids twitched.

"Let's go." Zhuo Yan smiled at him and said, "I hope to see you next time!"

"Success." Ye Zhiqiu nodded.

Zhuo Yan smiled lightly, then took a big step forward: "Come back again!"

"The empress may be useless," Ye Zhiqiu looked at Zhuo Yan's back for no reason and said, "but the culprit must not be her."

Zhuo Yan's pupils shrank rapidly.

This Ye Zhiqiu... knows about Lin Hengyu's existence.

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Zhuo Yan: See also accepting younger brother, enduring what ordinary people can't bear, and becoming what ordinary people can't do in a routine.