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

Shang Xiaolou almost dragged Shen Qingchuan into the crowd, Shen Qingchuan was led, almost staggered and fell down.

"Small building, small building, cough...cough..."

A cold wind carried snow flakes and poured into Shen Qingchuan's throat. The cold and dry air irritated his respiratory tract, causing him to cough violently for a while.

The wind and snow fascinated Shen Qingchuan's eyes. He didn't know whether it was the snow melting into water or the coughing. The coughing was so severe that tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

The Qingjuan beauty's cheeks had an abnormally sick flush, which attracted people's attention, but his complexion was also very pale, as if he would close his eyes and collapse in the next second.

Shang Xiaolou stopped in his tracks, seeing Shen Qingchuan's miserable state, he quickly reached out to pat Shen Qingchuan's back to help him calm down.

Shen Qingchuan managed to breathe a sigh of relief, seeing Shang Xiaolou's expression was at a loss, like a child who made a mistake standing in the snow, ignorantly knowing that he did something wrong, but not knowing how to make up for it.

Shen Qingchuan pursed his lips and managed to stop his coughing. In order not to worry Shang Xiaolou, he forced the stuffy cough into his chest. Seeing Shang Xiaolou's worried face, Shen Qingchuan frowned, and said in a teasing tone, "I'm not that weak. , it’s not like he’s dying, why look at it like this..."

Before Shen Qingchuan could finish the rest of the sentence, Shang Xiaolou covered his mouth with one hand, and said, "Don't say that word."

Shang Xiaolou almost lost Shen Qingchuan twice, once when he drowned in the rainy night, and once when he fell into the sea in the cold winter, whoever Shen Qingchuan had anything to do with death, even uttered a single word.

Shang Xiaolou's heart was broken into pieces, his internal organs seemed to be burned by a raging fire, as if his heart had been torn apart, and he was distraught, and Shen Qingchuan's illness made him burnt, and he was always in fear of losing. Enduring the disappearance of someone you hold dear is more painful and more tormenting.

Fear is born of love, and sorrow is born of love.

And no one has ever taught Shang Xiaolou how to love others, his mother is not a famous actress, she is the most despicable wanderer.Before he was taken back to the Shang Mansion by Marshal Shang, he had seen the worst side of human nature, a child with a compact appearance, only if he was as fierce as a little beast would he not be accused, and only by exhausting vicious schemes could he win a bite meal.

Shen Qingchuan was such a wonderful existence to him, such pure family affection, friendship, and love that he had never experienced before, and he wanted to grasp this beauty so much.

But Shen Qingchuan is like a beautiful butterfly, if you hold it too tightly in your hand, the fragile butterfly wings will break and your life will disappear.

"I'm sorry, brother." Shang Xiaolou stepped forward to hug Shen Qingchuan, and said in a low voice.

Shen Qingchuan didn't understand why Shang Xiaolou suddenly became so depressed. He thought he was still regretting what happened just now, so he patted Shang Xiaolou on the back and comforted him, "It's okay."

He signaled Shang Xiaolou to let him go, Shen Qingchuan spread his palms and said, "Hey, this little gift for you, it's a pity that your long hair is not tied up, I don't know if it suits you..."

The delicate palm was spread out, and a polished and smooth ordinary wooden hairpin lay impressively in the palm.

Shen Qingchuan bent his lips and smiled, as if spring rain was falling, sifting all over the ground with tenderness, moistening things silently, delicate tenderness is sometimes even more deadly.

Shen Qingchuan didn't understand why Shang Xiaolou saw a wooden hairpin, he showed an expression that was about to cry, and stared at himself like a piece of wood in a daze.

Shen Qingchuan thought that Shang Xiaolou had remembered something, and hurriedly said, "Did you...remember something?"

Shang Xiaolou finally shook his head.

Shen Qingchuan was afraid that Shang Xiaolou would be too disappointed, so he didn't need to think too much, and said, "Fate and destiny come together, if you haven't thought about it for a while, don't worry too much."

Shen Qingchuan took Shang Xiaolou to the restaurant to eat glutinous rice noodles. The waiter was nimble and brought two steaming bowls of glutinous glutinous rice noodles. The noodles were poured with sauce-covered minced meat, looking very appetizing.

"Try this store's famous noodles. Qiudu has a taste and brought me here. I'll bring you here today..." Shen Qingchuan's eyelashes were covered by the rising white mist, looming, but still Can feel the smile in his eyes.

Yingying is like jade, like the moon in the bright sky, reflecting the snow light and the fireworks in the world, making people dare not look at it, but can't help but take a peek. It is the bright moon of a certain teenager.

"Brother and Doctor Leng have such a good relationship." Shang Xiaolou said while eating noodles with his head down.

Yuanyuan's head looked a little lonely, Shen Qingchuan said with a smile, "He and I are brothers, and our relationship has always been harmonious. Before you find your brother, I will come to be your brother."

My brother, there is only you.

Shang Xiaolou pursed her lips and said nothing, thinking that I would rather never find you in my whole life, but stay by your side and rely on you for the rest of my life.

The young man's thoughts were indescribable, Shen Qingchuan didn't notice the slightest bit, brushed the tea stem off the water surface of the teacup with the tea lid, took a sip of the tea, and said, "Why did you drag me away in such a hurry just now?"

Shang Xiaolou raised his eyes, trying to open them wider, so that the dark pupils looked innocent and sincere, and said, "I'm afraid that my brother will be kidnapped by a kidnapper."

That person called Shen Qingchuan Little Mr. Shen, so he naturally recognized Shen Qingchuan.

He didn't want Shen Qingchuan to recall his memories, and he also wanted Shen Qingchuan to recall their beautiful past, but if his brother regained his memory, he would probably return to that person's side, which he would never allow.

He can bear that Shen Qingchuan treats him as his younger brother, and can bear to use this identity to stay by Shen Qingchuan's side all the time, but he can't bear that Shen Qingchuan loves others, he will go crazy, he will go crazy with jealousy.

Shen Qingchuan smiled and said, "That person just mistook me for someone else... What's more, how can I be so easily abducted at my age?"

"It's hard to say, money is touching, beauty is also touching, my brother is so beautiful, maybe someone else has some bad ideas." Shang Xiaolou said.

When Shang Xiaolou said this, those black eyes stared straight at Shen Qingchuan, and the scarlet thin lips were slightly raised, exuding a strange and dangerous aura, making people ignore that he was wearing ordinary clothes , making him look like—

The last prince with loose long hair, sitting on a high position, has a peacock-like magnificence, has the most glorious afterglow of the last generation, is proud and self-sufficient, and should hold a fan.

Shen Qingchuan frowned, something seemed to flash through his mind, the picture was pasted blurry, it seemed a bit real, thinking about it carefully, he leaned closer to Xiang to see the figure carefully, but invisible hands disturbed the phantom, forming ripples.

Shen Qingchuan really wanted to grasp that clue, it seemed that the phantom was extremely important to him, thinking that the phantom would dissipate, his heart felt like it was bitten and a piece was missing.

It's just that the more he tried to grasp the phantom, the faster it passed away, trying to remember, his head hurt more and more, his headache was splitting, and his lips turned blood a little.

Shang Xiaolou saw that Shen Qingchuan frowned deeply, his face was snowy and paler than before, he hurriedly got up and walked to Shen Qingchuan's side, supported his shoulders with both hands, his heart was suspended, his expression was tense, and he asked, " Brother, what's wrong with you, are you feeling unwell?"

"Go, I'll take you to see a doctor." Shang Xiaolou flustered like an ant on a hot pot, Shen Qingchuan felt a little uncomfortable, and his heart twisted into a rag, wishing to bear the disaster for Shen Qingchuan, willingly To suffer Shen Qingchuan's pain, even if it cost him half his life.

Shen Qingchuan slowed down for a while, but in the end he still couldn't catch the phantom at all, he quickly grabbed Shang Xiaolou and said with a smile, "I'm fine, I just have a headache occasionally, and now I'm fine."

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