strange neighbor

From that day on, Si Shaojun really cared about helping Luo Yishan find someone.

"Shao Shao has a scar on his left wrist." In the middle of the night, Third Master Si was already asleep, but Luo Yishan dug him out of the bed, his eyes were empty and his hair was messy.

"Oh...the left hand..." After speaking for a while, he subconsciously touched his left wrist.

"What's wrong?" Luo Yishan noticed his expression.

"I also have a scar." He yawned: "Either don't look for it, you treat me as a rare one, and we both enjoy it easily."

Luo Yishan didn't answer, but just gave him a cold look.

"All right, all right, I'm kidding you, you take it seriously."

"Don't tease me with such things."

"I don't want anyone except Shao Shao."

Seeing the back of Luo Yishan leaving, Si Shaojun rolled his eyes and continued to lie down and fell asleep.

Withered and yellow fallen leaves piled up in the yard in autumn. With a blanket on his lap and a cup of hot tea in his hand, Si Shaojun watched the little boy pick up beautiful leaves in the yard. Her light body swayed when a gust of wind came. Akira, and then grabbed by a pair of big hands.

It was a cold day, but Luo Yishan didn't seem to feel it. He was wearing a black T-shirt, and his short hair just cut showed his resolute and sharp facial features.

"Mr. Luo." The boy clapped his hands and laughed.

"Be careful."

Luo Yishan withdrew his hand and walked forward, the little boy stopped picking up the leaves, and followed him like a little sparrow.

The child’s life experience is very pitiful. Si Shaojun accidentally picked it up and saved it at the age of 15. She was originally a homeless child who had been hiding under the bridge hole because of illness. When Si Shaojun met her, her whole body was covered with rats. He and Chongzi only had a pale little face, and stared at him with pitch-black eyes. Si Shaojun drove away those things only to find that her body had been chewed to pieces, and he didn't know what happened to the child. He did it, but he held his breath and did not die.

So he took Xiaotong home, removed her dead body, kept her head, and rebuilt her body with a special method, but at that time he was not very old and had the ability to Limited, what he secretly carried out without telling his father, he could only reshape the child's body like a doll, stuffed with cotton wool and spells, but this way, although her life was saved, but She will never grow up like a normal child.

He still remembered the scene where he was beaten half to death after his father found out.

The two had already gone out of his sight, and after a while, there was a bang from the door below, and then the crisp voice of the little boy rang out in the living room.

"Mr. Luo, Mr. Luo, why don't you speak?"

"...Because your Mr. Luo is a piece of wood." Si Shaojun secretly slandered.

"I'm thinking about what you said just now, it seems very interesting."

"really?"

"Ah."

The two had a fruitless conversation, and Si Shaojun only yawned. He stood up and walked out, putting his hands on the railing of the stairs on the second floor: "Mr. Luo, come up."

He imitated Xiaotong's name, sure enough Luo Yishan frowned when he heard this name, and then went upstairs.

Luo Yishan's figure is tall and his muscles are tight, but there is no trace of deliberate practice in the gym. Everything is just right. Coupled with his healthy wheat-colored skin, he looks like a sunny and handsome man.

Following Luo Yishan's movements, Si Shaojun's gaze fell on Luo Yishan's powerful waist and slender thighs. He didn't cover up the emotion in his eyes until the other person stood still in front of him.

"What's the matter?" Luo Yishan asked.

"It's nothing." He thought of a reason casually: "I want to ask if you have any other memories about Shaoshao."

"No."

"Oh." The conversation between the two of them was not much better than that of Xiaotong, and Si Shaojun was a little annoyed.

"What's the matter with you? Are you not feeling well?"

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "it's okay."

Luo Yishan frowned as he watched his leaving back, unable to understand why Si Shaojun's mood was so changeable, even worse than a child's, one moment was sunny and another was stormy.

"The third master is not happy." The little boy came up and whispered.

"Why is he unhappy?"

The little boy shook his head: "I don't know."

Therefore, when the unhappy third master walked out when the boy asked him to finish the meal, he smelled the aroma of hot pot filling the room. Sitting by the table watching the boiling soup, Luo Yishan brought out a plate of green vegetables from the kitchen.

"This……"

"The weather is cold, wouldn't it be more comfortable to eat some hot pot?" Luo Yishan asked.

Si Shaojun nodded and sat down at the table: "Is there any wine?"

"Yes, wait." Luo Yishan put down the plate and went to get the wine.

The mellow and slightly astringent red wine slipped past his lips and teeth, and Si Shaojun squinted his eyes in satisfaction, like a satiated cat. The little boy sat on the chair eagerly watching them eat, and then inhaled the fragrance wafting out by himself.

"Big wood, why don't you drink it?"

"I can not drink."

Si Shaojun snorted: "What's the matter? You can drink as much as you can. Come, I'll pour it for you."

Luo Yishan wanted to refuse at first, but when he thought of Xiaotong's words, "Third Master is not happy", he held back his words and started drinking with Si Shaojun one cup at a time.

After half a round of drinking, Si Shaojun's nose was covered with a thin layer of sweat, the soup left in the pot was still bubbling, and he squinted at the leftovers on the table, his eyes were a little hazy. a yawn.

"Hey, Big Wood." Si Shaojun rested his chin on one hand and looked at Luo Yishan sideways.

"Huh?" Luo Yishan's eyes were even more confused, his cheeks were blushing, and his fingers were still pinching the stem of the wine glass.

But Si Shaojun ignored him, and went upstairs on his own. Seeing his staggering appearance, Luo Yishan regained consciousness, and followed him upstairs, walking behind Si Shaojun, in case he would fall .

Seeing that Si Shaojun entered the bedroom safely, he turned around and left. Just after taking two steps, he heard a loud sound of a heavy object falling from the bedroom. He quickly turned around and walked to the door: "Little Sanye?"

There was no echo from inside.

"Little third master? If you don't answer, I will open the door myself."

It was still very quiet inside. Luo Yishan was worried that something might happen, so he said sorry in a low voice and pushed the door open. The bedroom was completely dark. Before he could touch the switch on the wall, he was pushed against the wall by a force. Then a hot hand touched his waist through the thin T-shirt fabric.

"What do you want to come in with me?" The other party's hot breath sprayed on the side of his neck.

Luo Yishan tilted his head: "I'm worried that you will fall."

"Really." Si Shaojun chuckled, with a bewitching tone in his voice: "You don't want to do something else?"

"Do not want to."

"How do you know what else I'm talking about? You refused so quickly, are you thinking about something you shouldn't be thinking about?"

As soon as Luo Yishan uttered the words, he knew that he didn't have 300 taels of silver here. He regretted rejecting so quickly, but he didn't like the frivolous appearance of Si Shaojun now. He pushed Si Shaojun's hand away: "Little San If it's okay, I'll go back."

"Yo, little third master?" Si Shaojun didn't mind his indifference at all: "How do you know I belong to little third master? Huh?"

"..." It turned out that this master was drunk.

If this is the case, Luo Yishan is not afraid anymore, instead he is a little angry for no apparent reason, how could this person in front of him be so drunk when he is drunk.

"Speak." Si Shaojun pinched his chin and ordered.

Luo Yishan let out a deep breath, then took his hand away: "You've drunk too much, it's time to sleep."

"What are you pretending to be? Did you follow me in just to say good night to me? Damn it." After speaking, he pressed the back of Luo Yishan's head, and kissed her directly.

This is really not a big deal for the little prince of the nightclub in Hangzhou. He has lived like this for the past few years, but for the piece of wood that is pure and innocent even though he has lived for more than 100 years. He said, but felt that the world was shaken, he stood there for a while, and when he realized it, a pair of hands had already got in from the hem of his clothes, pinching his two little spots accurately.

He woke up suddenly and pushed Si Shaojun away.

"Damn—" Si Shaojun couldn't stand firmly, and was directly pushed to the ground.

Luo Yishan watched him fall, took two steps forward and then stopped abruptly, then put down the hem of his clothes, and strode away with his face turning blue and turning red.

The next morning, Si Shaojun woke up on the ground. He pinched his aching temples, waited for a long time before his eyes regained clarity, and then got up from the ground.

"Hiss—" Although the floor was covered with thick carpets, he still had a sore back from sleeping, especially the position of the tailbone, which made him sit or stand, so he had to lie on his stomach.

Even when Xiao Tong came to ask him to go down to eat, he just snorted and ignored him.

He reasonably suspected that he was beaten after he was drunk, otherwise how could his whole body hurt like he was falling apart.

Seeing Xiaotong come down from the stairs, but the figure of that person behind him has not been seen for a long time, Luo Yishan doesn't know whether he is relieved or a little disappointed: "Is the little third master still awake?"

The little boy shook his head: "Third Master doesn't eat anymore, he doesn't seem to be feeling well, he has been lying on his stomach."

Luo Yishan pursed his lips and did not speak.

Since that day, the two haven't seen each other for several days. The last time they met was because Fushengge came to work again and needed him to go out to help. Seeing Si Shaojun sitting there talking to him without changing his face, he felt inexplicable There was an unknown fire.

Why!First treat him as someone else, and then forget about that night!

Always leave him alone to remember everything!

Si Shaojun stopped talking, looked at Luo Yishan's increasingly ugly face, and asked with some concern: "What's wrong?"

"Humph!"

Si Shaojun stared inexplicably at the back of the one who left angrily, puzzled.

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