The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Shen Qingchuan ate a steamed stuffed bun and only had half a bowl of porridge, so he didn't have much appetite.

Shen Yifan went out again at noon, I heard that Li Bojiang invited him to a barbecue in the suburbs, but in fact it was to host the young master of the Ma family and set up a place.

There was a disturbance last night, the two of them did fight, no one knew whether it was Shen Yifan who started the fight, or the young master of the Ma family, anyway, they started fighting in a muddle-headed manner.

Li Bojiang was afraid that the two of them would feel uncomfortable and have pimples, so he suggested that they go to the outskirts for barbecues, drink and play horseshoes.

Shen Yifan asked Shen Qingchuan if he would go. Since his third brother returned to Bohai City, he hasn't gone out much. The last time he went for an autumn outing in the suburbs, he went with his fifth sister Shen Zhenfei, but it was only with the children at home, so it's probably okay. pleasure.

Shen Qingchuan directly refused, wait a minute, he still has to go to the Xiling Newspaper Office, and made an agreement with the hall manager of Qunfang Song and Dance Hall last night.

Shen Qingchuan still remembered to help his second elder brother clean up the mess, and make compensation for the equipment that Shen Yifan smashed and destroyed in the Qunfang Song and Dance Hall when he was drunk.

Shen Qingchuan went to the study room on the second floor. The medicine box was placed on a shelf made of yellow vine wood. The box made of flexible rattan had a light and fresh scent of vine wood, mixed with the scent of medicine from bottles and jars.

The band-aids were placed at the bottom of the box. When Shen Qingchuan rummaged through, he removed the bottles and cans, and found a yellowish and white handwriting engraved on the side of the wooden strip of the box: Shang Xiaolou, beside it is Shen Qingchuan. Kiyokawa's own name.

Shen Qingchuan rubbed the handwriting with his fingers, then retracted as if it was hot.I remembered that for a while, Shang Xiaolou often sat on the rattan chair next to the yellow rattan wooden shelf, like a cat, sitting cross-legged on the chair with bare feet, hugging the medicine box, and holding his silver hairpin in his hand , scratching the wooden box with the tail of the hairpin, it should have been engraved at that time.

Shen Qingchuan got up, walked to the desk, brought a manicure file, placed it horizontally on the place where the writing was written on the wooden box, scratched it twice, and blurred the line of small characters.

Pick up the bandage and stick the hickey on the neck. The small bandage can't completely cover the purple hickey, but if it sticks, even if you see bloody spots here and there, you won't suspect it's the hickey , It will only be mistaken for a neck injury or the marks left by scraping.

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After a night of autumn rain, the sky is clear and bright, bright and blue, as if the blue ink is about to drip down.

The breath of late autumn is cold, the sun is high, and the sun is still dazzling with eyes closed.

Pedestrians on the street have already changed from short shirts and shorts to slightly thicker long-sleeved gowns, gray shirts and green robes. Girls who are afraid of the cold still wear cheongsams, with a thin cardigan on the shoulders, which is western and classic.

Shen Qingchuan saw a small stall selling roasted sweet potatoes on the street, and thought that both Zhuang Xiaoxiao and Leng Qiudu liked to eat them, so he asked the stall owner to pack three in a newspaper bag.

Carrying it, there was a paper bag of steaming roasted sweet potatoes, and the sweet smell of roasting spread, and Shen Qingchuan had a slight smile on his face.

Girls like sweet roasted sweet potatoes. I didn't expect that Leng Qiudu, who looks so cold, would like to eat this sweet and fragrant roasted sweet potatoes.

Shen Qingchuan discovered it by accident, he always seems to be able to accidentally discover what Leng Qiudu likes and what he doesn't like.

Leng Qiudu likes to eat fresh and sweet food. When he encounters the food he likes, his eyes will light up slightly, as if there is a light like a bean. He doesn't like to eat bitter and sour food. For a while, Shen Qingchuan punishes Leng Qiudu. Qiu Du directly stuffed a slice of lemon into his mouth, and saw that his brows were almost twisted into hemp ropes.

Although Leng Qiudu is usually simple and simple, with only a few sets of clothes coming and going, but the color he prefers is blue-gray. Shen Qingchuan saw that he has too few clothes, and several times he brought out shirts that were nearly [-]% new. The trousers, said to be given to Leng Qiudu.

Leng Qiudu directly refused, saying that the shirt and trousers would look good on Shen Qingchuan.Shen Qingchuan stepped forward to take off his clothes, but he was still pressed on the bed, and changed into a blue-gray long gown.

Thinking of that time, Shen Qingchuan only felt embarrassing, his face turned red and his pace quickened.

The refreshing autumn wind blew through the crow's black hair, and the depression in his heart seemed to be swept away.

Arriving at the Xiling Newspaper Office, Shen Qingchuan stepped into the threshold on the first floor, and saw the guy guarding the newspaper shelf, sweeping the dust on the shelf with a feather duster.

As soon as the guy saw Shen Qingchuan coming in, he raised a big smile and said, "Third Young Master, you're here."

Shen Qingchuan raised a smile, and replied, "Well, is it okay to sell newspapers today?"

"Half of the newspapers are sold out today, and the boy who sells newspapers ran twice, and just now he came back to pick up the newspapers and sell them." The clerk's dark face was flushed, and the third young master smiled really nicely, very kindly, a little There are no shelves.

It always makes people want to get closer, but an ordinary person like him dare not get close. Only a cultural person like Mr. Leng and Ms. Zhuang can get close to the third young master.

Shen Qingchuan nodded and said, "Then, did someone come to see me this morning?"

Shen Qingchuan reckoned that Qunfang Song and Dance Hall should send someone to bring the bill soon, afraid that he would get up late and miss him.

"That's not true, there are only newspaper boys this morning." The man said.

"If someone comes with a bill, you just ask him to come to me on the second floor." Shen Qingchuan said.

"Okay, third young master." The clerk thought it was Shen Qingchuan's business bill, so he agreed.

Stepping up to the second floor, I saw Leng Qiudu sitting at the desk, and Zhuang Xiaoxiao standing beside him. I don't know what they were talking about, and the atmosphere was a bit condensed.

Although Leng Qiudu didn't have any expression on his face, he gripped the pen tightly with his hands and pursed his lips. Others might not be able to see Leng Qiudu's emotions, but Shen Qingchuan understood him, and Leng Qiudu was suppressing his emotions.

And Zhuang Xiaoxiao turned her back to Shen Qingchuan, she couldn't see the expression on her face, she could only see that she was also angry from the hands on both sides of her hanging sideways clenched into fists, and her spine was also stiff.

"What are you talking about, everyone has serious faces." Shen Qingchuan broke their deadlock with a voice.

Zhuang Xiaoxiao turned around, and before Leng Qiudu spoke, she raised her voice and said, "Qingchuan, why are you here now?"

Hearing Zhuang Xiaoxiao's tone, Shen Qingchuan seemed to have a hint of complaint, and said with a soft smile, "To bring you roasted sweet potatoes."

Shen Qingchuan picked up the paper bag containing the roasted sweet potatoes, shook it, approached them and said, "Tell me, what were you talking about behind my back just now, all of you had stern faces just now."

"Just now we were arguing about the typesetting of the next issue of the newspaper... Do you think so?" Seeing Shen Qingchuan's suspicious eyes, Zhuang Xiaoxiao touched Leng Qiudu's arm and said.

Shen Qingchuan's tone was suspicious, he looked at Leng Qiudu, and asked, "Is that so?"

Leng Qiudu rolled his eyes, said in a cold tone, "Yeah."

Shen Qingchuan could see that what he said was insincere, but he didn't delve into it too much.

Handing a bag of roasted sweet potatoes in her hand to Zhuang Xiaoxiao, Zhuang Xiaoxiao took one out of the paper bag and said, "Qingchuan, where did you buy the roasted sweet potatoes you brought back, they are so delicious!"

Zhuang Xiaoxiao broke off the roasted sweet potato and broke it into two pieces. The roasted sweet potato was freshly roasted. Not long after Shen Qingchuan brought it back, there was still a wisp of white hot smoke. The fragrant and sweet smell made people salivate. The index finger moved.

The orange is slightly transparent, like the color of beeswax amber, and the sweetness of roasted sweet potatoes makes people feel a little bit of happiness.

Seeing the satisfied expression on Zhuang Xiaoxiao's face, sure enough, girls like sweet and glutinous food, Shen Qingchuan also smiled and said, "It's still the one you used to buy before."

"Why does it feel sweeter than the roasted sweet potatoes usually sold?" Zhuang Xiaoxiao said with a sigh, blowing off the heat, and took a bite.

"Maybe it's because the baked by the stall owner feels good today. By the way, this one, when you go to school, take Miss Zhang with you."

Shen Qingchuan knew that Zhuang Xiaoxiao had class in the afternoon, and she would go back to school later, so he asked her to bring it to Miss Zhang, who was a roommate who lived with Zhuang Xiaoxiao on the third floor of Xiling Newspaper Office.

"Understood." Zhuang Xiaoxiao took some roasted sweet potatoes, answered, and left downstairs.

Shen Qingchuan sat on the chair next to him, pushed the remaining portion, the roasted sweet potato wrapped in newspaper, to Leng Qiudu's table, and said, "This one is for you."

Leng Qiudu's hand holding the pen paused, but he still didn't say anything, and gave a cold "hmm".

He thought that Shen Qingchuan only brought a copy for Zhuang Xiaoxiao, but he didn't expect that he also got a share.

Seeing that Leng Qiudu's left hand was still bandaged, Shen Qingchuan broke the roasted sweet potato into two sections by himself, half for him and half for Leng Qiudu.

His fingertips were scalded and turned slightly red. After peeling off the skin of the roasted sweet potato, Shen Qingchuan took a peeled section of roasted sweet potato, shook it in front of Leng Qiudu, and said, "Student Leng, please take a bite." Well, it's hard to peel, and it's hearty."

A wisp of white smoke resting between the eyes of the two was rising, as thin as a gossamer, through the white smoke, Leng Qiudu saw those black eyes that were as clear as mountains and rivers, as beautiful as autumn waters, and felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

He held it for too long, lost the support of the outer skin, a small piece of roasted sweet potato fell off, hit the gray trousers, fell in the middle, and rolled down the trouser legs.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Shen Qingchuan hastily pulled out a few tissues, bent over slightly, and helped to wipe.

Shen Qingchuan didn't think too much about it, he just felt that this trouble was caused by himself for Leng Qiudu, so he helped to deal with it.

It's just that he lowered his head and bent over to help a man sitting on a chair clean up the legs. If someone broke in, he would probably misunderstand something.

The runny sweet potato stuck to the middle of the trousers, making it even more difficult to clean up if it was sweet and greasy. Shen Qingchuan wiped it hard with a paper towel a few times, but the traces on the fabric became more mottled.

Leng Qiudu was interrupted by this, and he forgot all the bitterness, his face was still cold and restrained, but his ears turned red quietly, and he warned in a low voice, "Forget it, don't do it."

Leng Qiudu wanted to push Shen Qingchuan away, but Shen Qingchuan lowered his head, he was afraid that too much brute force would cause the back of Shen Qingchuan's head to hit the corner of the table and hurt him.

He wanted to grab Shen Qingchuan's hand, but he couldn't do it. For a moment, he was nervous and embarrassed, and his heart was filled with shyness and secret excitement.

"It's almost clean." Shen Qingchuan said, he had to wipe the cloth vigorously to wipe off the sticky roasted sweet potato honey juice. He pulled the cloth so as not to touch Leng Qiudu.

Shen Qingchuan wiped it with gravity, and he didn't know where he touched it. Leng Qiudu groaned, leaving a drop of sweat on his ear and temples, and his face showed embarrassment.

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