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

After finishing his meal, Shen Qingchuan went back to his bedroom to rest.

Leng Qiudu took Shang Xiaolou to a spare guest room, walked through the Aquarius Gate, and walked in the narrow aisle, there was a dim light passing through the sieve of bamboo wicker to form intertwined light and shadow, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, with a faint fragrance of plum wax Blowing up and down the aisle with the cold wind.

From the way Shang Xiaolou looked at Shen Qingchuan, Leng Qiudu could tell that he did not lose his memory.

"You shouldn't have come." Leng Qiudu said in a cold tone, the cold wind brushed the hem of his blue-gray robe, and the shadow fell on his face, and he couldn't see the expression clearly.

A dim yellow light slanted down on Shang Xiaolou's face, his long silk black hair was scattered behind his shoulders, his brows and eyes were exquisitely piercing, his thin lips were scarlet, and his nose bridge was straight, which had faded a bit compared to before. Very young, but still like a ghost full of resentment.

A sense of decadence and corruption came over him, he bent his lips and smiled with a trace of madness hidden, his eyes were like poisonous snakes, completely lacking the innocence in front of Shen Qingchuan.

Shang Xiaolou chuckled, his laughter was weird and creepy, and said, "I shouldn't come, I shouldn't come."

Suddenly, Shang Xiaolou pushed Leng Qiudu violently, pressed his elbow against his throat, and said in a dangerous and arrogant tone, "I shouldn't have come, should I just let you hide my brother forever?"

The dim light hit Shang Xiaolou's brows and eyes, stained with blood fiercely, and there was still a trace of unwillingness hidden in his eyes.

"I'm different from you!" Leng Qiudu said.

He also hit hard, hitting Shang Xiaolou's cavity with his elbow directly, his love for Shen Qingchuan was restrained, completely different from those of them.

If Shang Xiaolou doesn't bother, he will take care of Shen Qingchuan until he recovers physically. Shen Qingchuan will live a life of marriage and have children, forget the past and start a new life again. He will take care of Shen Qingchuan as the eldest brother.

Even if Shen Qingchuan won't fall in love with other people for the rest of his life, he will take care of him in his elder brother's name for the rest of his life, hiding that love in his grave.

Troubled love is a burden to others.

Shang Xiaolou sneered and said, "What's the difference? You think I can't see it, the way you look at my brother has already betrayed you."

The light fell on the corner of the gray robe, reflecting a bit of desolation, like a corner in severe winter, I don't know how warm it is.

"I won't let anyone disturb his peaceful life." Leng Qiudu was silent for a while, turned and left after leaving this sentence.

The figures of the two were running in opposite directions on the dim and unclear aisle, and the wind and snow flowed through the thin cracks of the bamboo curtain.

There is warm and warm light in the window, reflecting the snow outside the window sill, it also adds a little warmth.

Shen Qingchuan reclined on the canopy bed, holding a pen to write and draw on the notebook, hollowing out and carving

A veil was hung on the pole of the bed, and mottled light and shadow fell on his snow-like face, like an exquisite landscape painting, as if it came alive with the slightly shaking light and shadow.

Leng Qiudu walked in with a bowl of soup and medicine, and said, "Are you bothering again?"

Shen Qingchuan smiled slightly, and said, "I don't have any skills, I just know a few words."

Shen Qingchuan knew that with his sick body, he couldn't do hard work, he could only use his pen to contribute articles to earn a few manuscript fees, and he couldn't rely entirely on Leng Qiudu to pay for his family's expenses.

Or help a newly opened elementary school to make suggestions on how to let children learn more knowledge, which can also be regarded as the flowers of the future of the motherland, and do a little bit of kindness.

Leng Qiudu didn't want to persuade him too much, he picked up the medicine bowl and handed it to Shen Qingchuan, saying, "Drink the medicine."

Shen Qingchuan picked up the decoction that had cooled to a suitable level, pinched his nose, drank it quickly, his face almost wrinkled, and said, "It's so bitter."

Just as he put down the medicine bowl, which was still warm, a hand as clear as a plum pinched a candied kumquat covered in icing sugar and stuffed it, and his fingertips touched his warm lips.

Shen Qingchuan couldn't react, and almost swallowed it, the sweet and sour taste of kumquat overflowed in his mouth, driving away the bitterness of the medicine.

Leng Qiudu withdrew his hand and put it behind his back, lowering his eyelashes slightly, his handsome side face seemed to have something on his mind.

Shen Qingchuan smiled from the side, "Most of the candied kumquats I bought for you fell into my stomach."

Shen Qingchuan knew that Leng Qiudu never liked to eat dessert sweet soup, but the only thing was that he liked to eat candied kumquats, and he hid it very deeply.

Leng Qiudu is the kind of person who sees something he likes and doesn't buy it. He just glances at it casually and leaves. He has been too careful with things he likes all his life.

Shen Qingchuan took a candied kumquat, with white fingertips slightly stained with icing sugar, lifted it up into the air, and said to Leng Qiudu, "Try it?"

The eyes are bright and clear, as if light falls on the waves of the lake, making one wish to drown in it.

But Leng Qiudu understood too well, his eyes were too clear, clear and nothing, he was not in there, but he still lowered his head and swallowed the kumquat without a trace.

If you don't ask for it, you often don't get it.

"Is it delicious?" Shen Qingchuan smiled softly, treating his loved ones better, as if he had reaped a little more happiness.

Leng Qiudu took a fixed look at Shen Qingchuan, turned his head and got up, took away the medicine bowl and the bag of candied kumquats, he couldn't eat more.

Before going to bed, Shen Qingchuan would soak his feet for a while. After taking a shower, he was wrapped in a coat. There was a heater in the room, but the bed was still very cold.

Leng Qiudu squatted down and massaged the acupoints on the soles of his feet, which was helpful for nourishing qi and blood. Shen Qingchuan had a pair of beautiful feet, which were different from the beauty of women, but the feet raised by Master Jingui that looked like works of art.

The knuckle-boned hands pressed the acupuncture points on the soles of the feet with just the right strength, but Shen Qingchuan was still a little unaccustomed to others treating him like this, and when Leng Qiudu grabbed his ankle, he felt a little awkward.

Shen Qingchuan sat on the edge of the bed, from top to bottom, he could see Leng Qiudu's hair twirling, and the slightly swaying shadow on the ground, his relative treated him so well that no one could tell, others joked that even if it was her husband who treated him The daughter-in-law is not so good.

Shen Qingchuan thought about Leng Qiudu's age, and thought that if he hadn't dragged his sick younger brother along, he would have already started a family. He began to worry about Leng Qiudu's marriage, and asked, "Brother, when will you marry a sister-in-law?"

Leng Qiudu lowered his head to wash his feet without raising his head, and said, "Meet someone you don't like."

Shen Qingchuan became anxious, and said, "You need to meet people outside more, you are busy with the affairs of the medicine hall every day, besides eating and sleeping, you should spare some time, if you meet more people, you will naturally meet someone who is close to you, otherwise you How did you meet someone you like?"

"If you don't meet it, you won't meet it." Leng Qiudu said.

Shen Qingchuan was afraid that Leng Qiudu would end up alone, so he eagerly taught him, "What if you don't have a companion when you grow old?"

"It's enough for me to take good care of you. You can't force me to do other things." Leng Qiudu said.

Shen Qingchuan met Shang Leng Qiudu's eyes that were as bright as thunder and lightning, but finally shrugged his shoulders and said, "That's all, I will accompany you in the future, and we two brothers will support each other to live."

The water was no longer hot, so Leng Qiudu took the water basin outside, and then took the indoor heater and placed it outside, keeping the charcoal fire alive, lest the windows be sealed and people would fall asleep in the middle of the night.

He picked up another handkerchief to wipe off the water stains on the soles of Shen Qingchuan's feet, and tucked in the quilt for him.

When Leng Qiudu got up and was about to leave, Shen Qingchuan grabbed the hem of his clothes and said, "Stay here."

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