Lying Snake and Tibetan Rat

In the straw pile in the corner, covered with a torn quilt donated by a kind-hearted person, Le Zhengqi crawled into Bai Weiyu's arms and shivered. Bai Weiyu's hand stroked his thin back, and smiled wryly: Boy, why are you bothering? Go back."

Le Zheng hugged him with seven claws, "Nan He will be angry, you know, he will hit me."

Xiaoman interjected: "Beat me, I will beat anyone who gives me money!"

Bai Weiyu waved his hand, "Go, go! What do you know!"

"Hmph, it's not a secret. My uncle said that Xiaoqi and Professor Wei..." Xiaoman choked up in the middle of speaking.

Le Zhengqi listened with pricked ears, and asked, "What are you talking about us?"

"Immorality." Bai Weiyu kicked Xiaoman out of the bed.

Xiaoman screamed and crawled back, hugged the two people to keep warm, and wailed, "Do you have any conscience? Brother, I beg for food to feed you, how many eyes and wronged I have suffered..."

Lezheng smiled seven times: "Weiyu, why did you kick him, it's not a bad word to be immoral."

Bai Weiyu was speechless, thinking to himself, what are bad words?

Le Zhengqi squeezed Xiaoman's face, "Brother, what do you think?"

Xiaoman grabbed his hand, put it on his mouth and kissed it, "Baby, if it's you, I don't mind being outrageous with you."

Le Zhengqi was taken aback, kicked him out, "Fuck you, take advantage of me!"

Xiaoman shivered and crawled back, rubbed his buttocks and moved into a warm place, muttering: "I didn't say that, baby Qi, it looks like your legs will take more than half a month to heal, and it's winter now, Shaanxi and We are different in the south, and it will snow in half a month, so staying in this ancestral hall with air leaks from all sides is not a long-term solution.”

"It's not that I don't want to go back." Lezheng Qi's delicate eyebrows twitched together: "It's not that the last time I entered the tomb of the king of the Ming Dynasty with you, I was hit by a hidden weapon in my arm, and Nanhe watched me like a watchdog for more than half a year. Buy me a collar and put it on, and he'll be pissed off if I limped back like this."

Xiaoman wailed a few times: "Baby Seven, he won't let you dig graves, so you shouldn't do this in the future, it's so miserable, you're living on the street! Look at you, you don't even know what to do at such a young age. Okay? Better read some books..."

"Do you have the nerve to talk about others?" Bai Weiyu asked back.

Xiaoman resentfully said: "What's wrong with me? I have a degree from a famous university. Now that people are in disasters, it is not easy to find a job. Although I succeeded the new head of the Maoshan School through the back door, I do what I do and love what I do. The spirit flourishes, Amitabha..."

"To put it bluntly, he is a stinky Taoist priest." Le Zhengqi concluded.

Bai Weiyu: "The spoken language of Taoist priests is not Amitabha, okay? Please be more professional."

Xiaoman said angrily, "You discriminate against my noble profession!"

Bai Weiyu: "So what?"

"You, you!" Xiaoman buried his head and cried, "I'm ignoring you!"

Bai Weiyu suppressed a smile: "Okay, okay, Taoist priest, what's your name?"

Xiaoman was stunned: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"Let's talk." Bai Weiyu pushed him, "Everyone is used to calling you Laoman, so they just call you Xiaoman casually, without even asking your name."

Le Zhengqi interrupted: "I heard that the old man called him Awei."

Xiaoman half stood up, pulled back the hair on his forehead, cleared his throat, and said in a cool and unrestrained way: "The poor Taoist's surname is Xiahou, his name is Weimeng, and his Taoist name is Shengxuzi."

Le Zhengqi: "Scare monkeys mighty..."

Bai Weiyu: "Kidney deficiency..."

Xiaoman said happily: "My name is too imposing. If I say it out, I'm afraid it will scare people. I don't tell ordinary people."

Le Zhengqi turned around and nestled into Bai Weiyu's arms, "A very elegant name."

Bai Weiyu pulled up the quilt, "Well, it's a very connotative name."