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

Shen Qingchuan remembered that the tile surface of Leng Qiudu's house was smashed by hail and a hole was broken, and he said that he would ask a bricklayer to repair it in two days.

Leng Qiudu blocked the hole with a piece of rag, but it didn't help at all. The wind and snow poured in like a flood, and the room was as cold as an ice cave, so cold that the bones shivered.

Leng Qiudu pulled the corner of his clothes away from Shen Qingchuan's hands, pursed his lips, did not speak, and wanted to turn around and leave.

Shen Qingchuan took his hand again and said, "There are two quilts, just talk to me."

Leng Qiudu would never refuse Shen Qingchuan's request, he was silent for a while, and said to take a bath.

When he came back from the shower, Shen Qingchuan was so sleepy that he yawned straight away, and there was some traditional Chinese medicine in the bowl of medicine to soothe the nerves.

The quality of Shen Qingchuan's sleep is not very good, he frequently dreams at night, and occasionally wakes up, but he is used to it but doesn't care about it, thinking that he slept pretty well.

His sleepy eyes were dim, with a thin layer of water vapor oozing from his pupils, like a nebula covering the moon, sprinkled with a little bit of starlight, still vigorously, and patted the quilt beside him.

Leng Qiudu slept on the outermost side, turned off the lights, and the room fell into silence, except for the cold moonlight falling on the indoor table through the glass pane.

Shen Qingchuan's Qi and blood were weak, even though he was nestled under the quilt for so long, his feet were still as cold as ice.

Leng Qiudu sat on the bed, but he didn't dislike him, he directly held his feet and placed them on his stomach to warm them up, as if he had done this thousands of times, Shen Qingchuan was used to it, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Shen Qingchuan was so sleepy, he closed his eyes, muttered, and said, "Tomorrow I will take Xiaolou to the photo studio to take pictures and read the newspapers, can you help him find his family... go to sleep, your feet are not cold anymore , you have to get up early tomorrow to go to the medicine hall..."

Leng Qiudu saw Shen Qingchuan falling asleep with his eyes closed, a faint moonlight reflected on his extremely beautiful face, beautiful and tranquil, for a moment, Leng Qiudu seemed to return to that summer five years ago, when Shen Qingchuan was in his Taking a nap at home, he also looked so defenseless.

Something changed and nothing changed.

The past cannot be told. Leng Qiudu's feelings for Shen Qingchuan are not only friends but also the family affection of the past five years. He has a secret and selfish greed in his heart. He wants to be by Shen Qingchuan's side for the rest of his life, even as an elder brother.

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The next day.

When Shen Qingchuan woke up, the hour hand of the clock had already pointed to ten o'clock, Si'er fetched a basin of warm water, opened the dark blue curtain, walked in, handed towels and other utensils to Shen Qingchuan to wash.

"What time did he get up?" Shen Qingchuan asked.

Si'er knew that Shen Qingchuan was referring to him as Leng Qiudu, so he took the warm clothes placed on the shelf next to the stove, put them on Shen Qingchuan, and said, "This morning, when the sky is still gray, I got up and went to Baicao Yao Hall."

"Doctor Leng also said that he won't come back for lunch at noon today." Si'er said.

After washing Shen Qingchuan, he put on a warm short jacket and long robe. The crow-blue robe was slightly purple, which set off his complexion to be a bit cleaner than the snow, and his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and calm.

Walking out of the wing room, today is a fine day, sunny and cloudless, sunny and warm.

The snow was clear and the sky was clear, with snow piled up in the corner, Shen Qingchuan walked through the long corridor, bypassed the cave under the moon, and then walked to the dining hall, and saw a delicate young man refusing to eat porridge and steamed buns at a table.

The bead curtain was raised, and the beads collided and shook, making a crisp sound.

"The porridge is cold, why don't you eat it?" Shen Qingchuan said with a light smile as he stepped in.

Hearing the familiar voice, Shang Xiaolou was overjoyed, turned his head abruptly, and said, "Brother!"

Seeing Shen Qingchuan's gentle brows and eyes, his face like the snow on Changbai Mountain, making the sunlight dim, Shang Xiaolou smiled a little sweetly, this is the smile he practiced in the mirror over and over again.

It is used to curry favor with Shen Qingchuan.

"I want to have dinner with my brother," Shang Xiaolou said.

The originally sinister and delicate face can become as lovely as a flower smeared with honey, and the bright red lips are trying to draw upwards, piled up with a pure smile.

Because he didn't want to bear the heartbreaking pain anymore.

Shen Qingchuan frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable to fawn over Shang Xiaolou.

As if he was afraid that he would abandon his master if he didn't like it, he flapped his light brown wings like a moth stained with phosphorous powder, flickering with tiny light spots.

Shen Qingchuan always felt that his appearance was a bit out of harmony, but he and Xiaolou had never met, never had a close friendship, and felt that his behavior was probably because he was afraid that he would be kicked out here, and he figured it out, suddenly relaxed stand up.

Shen Qingchuan raised his eyebrows, his tone softened, and he said with a light smile, "I have a predestined relationship with you, and I just treat you as my younger brother. You don't have to be so embarrassed."

The newly-acquainted younger brother, who is young and has amnesia, will inevitably feel a little uneasy.

Shen Qingchuan was considerate of him, took care of Shang Xiaolou as a younger brother next door, called the servant and said, "This porridge is cold, go and heat it up."

Turning around, he said to Shang Xiaolou, "After breakfast, I'll take you to a photo studio to take pictures and publish them in newspapers. There are so many people, there will always be someone you know."

Shang Xiaolou's expression changed slightly, but he lowered his head and lowered his eyelashes, the waves were turbulent, and this breakfast was also tasteless.

The author has something to say: Let me brew for a while, the turning point, write and delete, the writing is not right, if it goes well, there will be another chapter at 12 o'clock tonight, if it doesn't work, tomorrow Saturday, I will give out a wave of red envelopes if I break my promise.

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