Dressed as a cannon fodder

The light strings are led from the willow trees on the street to the corners of the cornices at the end of the street. The small bridge is very elegantly built, and there are even smooth and beautiful reliefs on the railings. There are faint warm yellow river lights in the water, in twos and threes on the water surface.

There is an endless stream of pedestrians coming and going on the side of the road, shouting, talking, whispering, all mixed together, creating a bustling and lively scene.

"Master, what is this?"

"... a rattle."

Min Hangyuan turned around, and the small rattle drum sounded, and he was stunned for a while.Afterwards, it turned a few times carefully, but the projectiles on both sides could not be thrown up, and the drumhead did not make any sound.

"Master," he turned his head as if asking for help, his eyes reflected the tiny lights, which looked particularly dark and bright in the half-dark night, like a handful of stars reflected in the lake, shining brightly.

——No matter what happens in the future, whether he grows up according to the established route or turns black and betrays the teacher like in his previous life, after all, he is just a child now.

Meng Yunchi's expression moved slightly, he sighed for a while, and stretched out his hand, "Give it to me."

He squeezed the small handle of the rattle, "I want to shake it," he said while demonstrating: "If you hesitate, you will shake it in a mess."

The projectiles flew in the air and hit the drum accurately and accurately, making rhythmic and cheerful sounds.

Meng Yunchi paid the copper coin and handed him the rattle, "Take it if you like it."

Min Hangyuan took the things and said happily: "Thank you, Master." Then he put the rattle into his arms.

"Come with me."

"Okay." Min Hangyuan caught up with him and reached out to hold Master's hand.

The two were pacing in the sea of ​​people, Min Hangyuan stumbled as he walked, rubbing his blushing forehead from being hit by a passerby, asking for a hug from the master.

Naturally, Meng Yunchi would not refuse a child's request.

So he carried Min Hangyuan to the gate of Xianfang Pavilion.

Min Hangyuan: "..."

He looked up at Yingying Yanyan, who was posing in the corridor on the second floor, and silently stared at Meng Yunchi without speaking.

Meng Yunchi didn't feel unnatural at all, and walked straight into the Xianfang Pavilion with him in his arms.

The old bustard at the door posted it from the side, thinking it was some lady who came here with the child in her arms to catch her husband-in-law, and hurriedly said: "Oh, my lady." She gently moved her fan to the curtain fence Sweeping, a slight fragrant wind was brought up, and the veil of the curtain fence was slightly shaken by her fan.

"Ma'am, please stay a little longer, this restaurant cannot serve—" She paused, wondering why the girl raised her head so high and fanned her fan, and continued: "Forgive this restaurant for not—"

The heavy silver in her hand interrupted what she was going to say, and the old bustard suddenly smiled, "Husband——"

"A private room."

The old bustard's face froze, his expression froze on his face, and it took him a while before he smiled and said: "Okay, young master."

The three spellcastings were interrupted, and the madam felt a little resentful. She called a young man with a fairy-tale personality three times as his wife.

The old bustard led the way again with a smile on his face, "My lord is really generous. If you want a private room on which floor, just tell us directly. We will definitely meet your request."

The word 'your request' was sticky and vague by her, as if it meant something.

"On the fourth floor, the one next to Zongyan's small room."

Hearing his voice, the old bustard felt that half of her body was numb, thinking to herself, with such an extraordinary appearance, she didn't know what kind of appearance this guest was born with.

However, after a while she recovered from her charming fantasies, and immediately said with a dry smile: "My guest, Zongyan's room is already occupied. If you want the one next to it, I'm afraid...it's not good looking."

The people inside are working.

"It's okay, I want that one."

The madam's eyes suddenly felt a little strange, this guest doesn't have any strange habits, right? She shifted her eyes to Min Hangyuan, and felt so so.

Who would come here with their own children when visiting such a dusty place?

The old bustard's expression changed several times, but he was finally persuaded by Yinzi: "Okay, the guests please come with me."

The door of Zongyan's small room was closed tightly, and the old bustard led the two into the next room, lit the incense on the table, and said with a smile: "The guests need to order some 'side dishes'."

"No need."

The old bustard's eyes stayed on Meng Yunchi's body for a long time before he said: "Is there really no need for the guests, here we—"

"No."

The old bustard glanced into Meng Yunchi's arms when he heard the words, but saw that the child who was less than eight years old was staring at her with a pair of black and white eyes, the pupils were eerily dark.

He repeated it again, and the childish voice echoed in the room, bringing up a strange feeling, "Don't."

Words are clear.

Meng Yunchi put him down and said calmly, "Go out."

The old bustard bit her lip, twisted her waist unwillingly and went out.

Immersed in the room for a long time, Meng Yunchi stretched out his fingers and slowly lit on the tabletop, clicking again and again, making a light clicking sound, turning his head to catch a glimpse of Min Hangyuan sitting on the side looking at him, his eyes wide open.

"What's wrong"

Min Hangyuan stared at him and said, "What is Master doing here?"

"I am busy."

As soon as the voice fell, the rustling laughter in the next door Zongyan's small room finally ended, and after a while, there were some sounds that could only be made when being harmonized, continuous, occasionally mixed with one or two high-pitched screams , the male voice is digging, and the female voice is riding a vertical roller coaster.

Everyone is happy.

Ups and downs wave after wave.

Meng Yunchi stood by the wall.

Min Hangyuan looked at his figure, his face darkened.

The person by the wall stood for a long time, until a wisp of black air penetrated into the small room along the crack of the wall, then he walked away and sat down at the table.

"Let's go, get out."

Min Hangyuan hurriedly followed, "What was Master doing just now?"

Meng Yunchi took his hand and casually said: "Study the philosophy of the human body."

Min Hangyuan's face turned even darker.

The tall and strong figure came out from the inside shortly after, and opened the door while straightening the sleeves of the placket, talking non-stop, and talking nasty words to the prostitute leaning against the back room, with a rough voice and loud laughter.

He got dressed and went downstairs, his hands and feet wide like a crab on the way.When he went down to the second floor, he ran into Mr. Gui who was holding a jug, and knocked it over with one hand, and the wine spilled out.

Mr. Gui bowed his back and hurriedly apologized, but he was still inevitably punched in the face.

Meng Yunchi saw a wisp of black air flying out of his sleeve following his movements, and disappeared without a trace after a while.

The man obviously felt much more comfortable after punching him, and swaggered down the lobby on the first floor with the wine stains on his chest.

It wasn't this person, Meng Yunchi judged in his heart.

The other party got together with a bunch of men in the lobby, and occasionally watched the girl on the stage sing lyrics and songs with a long voice, and talked to the people next to him about where the girl in Xianfang Pavilion was the softest, and there were a lot of unsavory swear words A lot of them popped out, mixed with rough laughter from the chest cavity.

Meng Yunchi looked at it for a while, then picked up Min Hangyuan next to him, "Let's go."

"By the way," he seemed to think of something, and belatedly covered Min Hangyuan's eyes with his hands: "Don't be bad."

Minhangyuan: ...

It seems that this person is really not suitable for raising children.