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

The doctor also showed it to Shang Xiaolou, and only said that it was a bump on the head, and whether the memory will recover or not, it depends on the blood stasis. The brain has always been the most important organ of the human body, with delicate tissues.

For example, at the end of the street next door this morning, a dead body was found. Someone used some sharp weapon to stab his head into the temple, leaving a pool of blood. The police said that it was a drunk man who fell down last night because of his drunkenness. When I fell, my head hit the nails on the side board.

The doctor also couldn't tell when Shang Xiaolou would recover his memory, so he only told him to take good care of him.

Shen Qingchuan had crooked eyebrows, sitting opposite him, the girl drinking porridge at the table, with long hair and shawls, and pretty yellow ginkgo clothes, suppressed the shadowy temperament on Shang Xiaolou's body, although her skin was still pale, her thin lips were scarlet, But with lowered eyelids, eyelashes cast a light shadow like a fan, and the delicate face is a little more cute.

Looking at Shang Xiaolou, Shen Qingchuan thought of Shen Zhenfei, the pretty little sister in Shen's residence, and his eyes grew a little pity.

Shang Xiaolou finished eating, the bowls and chopsticks were placed on the table, and his foggy eyes stared at Shen Qingchuan again.

"During this time, you regarded me as your elder brother." Shen Qingchuan's voice was slightly hoarse due to the fever, and he took a sip of tea from a pastel melon butterfly pattern tea cup to moisten his throat.

"I'll send you back when I find your parents." Shen Qingchuan could actually send Shang Xiaolou to the relief house, but there are mixed people in the relief house. Sending a little girl there is undoubtedly pushing him into a pit of fire. Although it is a bit gloomy, but compared to ordinary people's complexion, it is very good. He knows that some traffickers specialize in abducting little girls. Letting such little girls live outside is like hanging a meat bun in front of the door. Wild dogs and beasts want to share a piece of it. soup.

"Brother...my" Shang Xiaolou murmured to himself, lowering his head and seriously thinking about the meaning of these two words.

Shen Qingchuan saw that there were still two hours left for his nap, and he was bored, so he taught Shang Xiaolou to play the piano for a while in the piano room on the first floor, and was afraid that he would be bored, so he taught him to play the phonograph.

Shang Xiaolou was fiddling with the gramophone, listening to the wonderful music coming from the big golden speakers.

Shen Qingchuan asked someone to bring the easel to the hall. He hadn't practiced painting skills for a long time, and he was going to teach Miss Boya in a few days. He was afraid that his skills would be unfamiliar and he would be embarrassed in front of the beauties.

Draw outlines with charcoal pencils, and then fill the canvas with paint, orange sunset, dark green banana leaves, under the tree there is a graceful beauty in cheongsam, holding a fan to half cover her face, although she has not yet painted With the facial features, this outline is enough to let people know that this is an enchanting beauty.

"Who is this?"

Shen Qingchuan was fascinated by the painting, and saw Shang Xiaolou leaning against him from the side, looking at the canvas with thick black eyes, he suddenly made a sound, which startled Shen Qingchuan, held the brush in his hand, and almost drew crookedly , ruined the painting.

"He, he is the beauty under the banana." Shen Qingchuan thought for a while before saying, secretly thinking that maybe he will be your sister-in-law in the future.

After the painting was finished, Shen Qingchuan put it there, planning to wait for the paint to dry in the shade before mounting it.

It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon, and the medicine he drank at noon was traditional Chinese medicine for calming the nerves. At this time, the medicine took effect, and Shen Qingchuan's eyelids were fighting, so he went to the second floor to rest.

Huang Osmanthus came back from the outside, holding a paper bag, these are some sets of clothes that the third young master ordered to buy for Shang Xiaolou.Seeing Shang Xiaolou standing in front of the wooden display rack in the hall on the first floor, he hurriedly put down the bag of new clothes in his hand, rushed to him and shouted, "Don't touch the things of the third young master, the ones on this rack are the same. Anything worth five years of hard work."

Huang Osmanthus snatched a white jade Pixiu from Shang Xiaolou's hand, wiped it carefully with a cloth from the corner of her clothes, and glanced at the ornaments on the wooden stand, she was relieved that nothing was missing.

Huang Osmanthus glanced at Shang Xiaolou angrily. Seeing his foggy eyes, she always felt that the girl's eyes didn't look like they were looking at living things, and she felt timid in her heart, "What are you looking at? The third young master is tolerant, Save your life and take you in kindly, otherwise you would have died on the street outside last night."

Speaking of this, Huang Osmanthus became a little more confident. Shang Xiaolou wore her new clothes and drew a bloodstain on her arm. He didn't know if there would be a scar, and said angrily, "If this ornament breaks, The third young master will not blame you. Some of the items on this shelf were given by the old lady. If you break one of the items, you are rough, you will not only not be able to pay for it, but you will also implicate us servants. Get scolded."

From her point of view, this Shangxiaolou might be that prostitute with shallow eyelids, who has never seen any antique white jade, maybe it is here to seduce the third young master, how can there be a decent girl lying on the road in the middle of the night, Huang Guilan harbored malicious intentions, the key was that Shang Xiaolou was treated as a younger sister by the third young master, which made her feel a little more intimate.

Huang Osmanthus will never admit that she is jealous of Shang Xiaolou in her heart, she knows that she is not worthy of the third young master, if Mrs. Shen knows this, she will definitely be sent to sell the house.

Picking up the bag of clothes and stuffing them into Shang Xiaolou's arms, "This is the clothes that the third young master ordered to buy for you, go back to the room, don't mess with the third young master's things."

Huang Osmanthus looked at Shang Xiaolou's figure walking up the second floor, and muttered a few words, it's weird that he didn't respond when she said that to him.

Shang Xiaolou returned to the room, took out clothes from the paper bag and spread them on the bed. One set was a pearl-colored foreign cheongsam, and the other two were loose old-fashioned three-quarter-sleeved gowns and skirts.

His eyes were emotionless, and his fingers traced the line of the corner of the clothes. Is this the clothes for him?

Picking up the clothes with both hands, resting his cheeks on the fabric, rubbing gently, this is his stuff.

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The windows were half open, and the cool summer breeze poured into the bed curtains.

Shen Qingchuan was wearing a thin ice silk satin pajamas, he was still sweating from the heat, his knees were steamed with sweat, he turned his body sideways and changed his position but couldn't fall asleep.

Glancing at the Western clock hanging on the wall, it turned out that it was still almost four o'clock, and I slept for more than two hours. I slept too much, and I was a little tired.

"Bang bang" the sound of glass colliding.

Shen Qingchuan heard the commotion coming from the living room on the second floor, walked over, and saw Shang Xiaolou holding a perfume bottle of light brown liquid in his hand, holding it under his nose, sniffing it like a curious kitten. .

Shang Xiaolou opened the bottle cap, choked by the strong aroma, and sneezed several times in a row.

Shen Qingchuan was amused by him, walked around behind him, picked up the perfume bottle and said, "This is the cologne from country f, you might not be used to it the first time you smell it."

"Besides, perfume doesn't smell like this." Shen Qingchuan turned around and asked Shang Xiaolou, "Do you know how to spray perfume? How about I teach you?"

Shang Xiaolou shook his head, looking at Shen Qingchuan with black and white eyes, as if asking how to use this novel thing.

"When spraying perfume, don't get too close." Shen Qingchuan picked up the perfume and sprayed it on the neck and wrist once or twice. Wait, it can promote the aroma to evaporate..."

Before Shen Qingchuan finished speaking, Shang Xiaolou suddenly pounced on him, sniffed closely against his neck, the hot breath sprayed from the tip of his nose fell, and licked "citrus flavor...jasmine..."

Shang Xiaolou sniffed carefully, it was the smell he smelled last rainy night.

Shang Xiaolou still wanted to smell it, but before he could distinguish a few smells, his body was pressed down by a pair of hands.

Shen Qingchuan was taken aback by Shang Xiaolou, the instant hot and humid feeling on his neck could not be ignored, he couldn't let Shang Xiaolou continue to smell like this, that's not how he smelled perfume, let alone Shang Xiaolou It's a little girl, whether it's the other party's initiative or intentional, Shen Qingchuan is a man, if he doesn't push her away, she will be dirty.

"Xiaolou, you can't do this next time. I'm your brother." Shen Qingchuan said with some seriousness, his voice sounded lacklustre because he slept too long during his afternoon nap and was sick.

Shang Xiaolou opened a pair of black and white eyes, his eyes were narrow and long with the ends of his eyes hanging up slightly, when he lowered his eyelids, they were cloudy and heartless, looking at Shen Qingchuan from the bottom up, his eyes were slightly round, but there was a sense of innocence like a cat .

Shen Qingchuan was a little helpless, he knew that the girl he picked up seemed to have insufficient daily knowledge, and he was not clear about the size that should be grasped between a man and a woman.

Shen Qingchuan was patient, and his voice slowed down a lot, it sounded like a gentle stream, "It's not just my brother, as long as it's a man, you can't jump on anyone like this, do you understand?"

Shang Xiaolou shook his head. He felt that the smell on Shen Qingchuan's body was clean and refreshing, which was different from the smell in the perfume bottle. Seeing Shen Qingchuan frowning, he nodded again.

"If you knew, I would bring you a bottle of female fragrance next time. This is a male fragrance, not suitable for a little girl like you." Shen Qingchuan rubbed Shang Xiaolou's hair and said with a smile.

Before this girl finds his parents, he can only worry about it and teach him some common sense.

When it was time for dinner, Shen Qingchuan went downstairs, and as soon as he reached the stairs, he heard Huang Osmanthus cursing.

"You rogue cat, the third young master kindly left you a piece of cat food every day. It's good for you, you eat for free, don't catch mice, and make trouble every day!"

Huang Osmanthus was holding a broom, and the yellow-and-white cat was running around between the legs of tables and chairs, making threatening meows, not paying attention to her at all.

Shen Qingchuan glanced at the cat that jumped onto the shelf wagging its tail, then glanced at Huang Osmanthus, who was out of breath, and said, "What's the matter? Did the raccoon slave make you angry again?"

Shang Xiaolou followed behind Shen Qingchuan, and seemed to be amused by this scene, his scarlet thin lips slightly curled up, but the place where he was standing happened to be in the shadows, and the red light of the setting sun slanted, falling on his lower body, a little A gloomy feeling of a deep house.

Li Nu is the name Shen Qingchuan gave to the yellow-haired cat, it is a stray cat, and Huang Osmanthus takes care of it on weekdays.

Huang Osmanthus stomped her feet and said in a high-pitched voice, "Third Young Master, look at the good deeds Li Nu has done."

Huang Osmanthus moved two steps to the side, vacating a piece of land behind her, Shen Qingchuan's easel fell to the ground, a large area of ​​the drawing paper was stained with red paint, and a large plum blossom mark was left on the beautiful face on the painting.

Shen Qingchuan walked over, picked it up, it was a pity, this painting is irreparable, and the culprit was sitting on the shelf, licking his paws, the hairs of the cat paws on his front feet were obviously stained with red paint.

I don’t know how the raccoon slave happened to step on the face in the painting, and a large piece of red paint stuck to the head. It stands to reason that the painting was hanging on the shelf. It is possible that the raccoon slave learned to fly over the wall. Maybe he knocked down the easel first, and then stepped on.

"River slave, come down." Shen Qingchuan called out, and the yellow-haired cat really seemed to understand people's words, jumped down from the shelf, meowed a few times, and ran to rub against his legs.

Shen Qingchuan squatted down, just about to touch it, suddenly the raccoon slave turned towards him, bared its teeth and snarled, and ran out.

Huang Guihua watched the raccoon slave run away, couldn't help cursing a few words, and said, "This raccoon slave is just not familiar with it, third young master, I've received it here, you go wash your hands first, Mama Dong has already cooked it. The food is hot, waiting for you to come down and eat."

That’s right, the third young master kindly adopted it. He originally wanted to treat it as a domestic cat and leave it with delicious food and drink. He didn’t come home for two days, and he didn’t know where to find a stray cat. He came back with scratches all over his body.

Shen Qingchuan felt that Huang Osmanthus flower seemed to have eaten firecrackers these two days, and she was a little angry, but she didn't notice it before, and thought she was a girl with quick hands and feet. Now, Shen Qingchuan suspected that she came from Sichuan and Chongqing.

"Brother, go wash your hands first!" Shang Xiaolou said.

After dinner, Huang Osmanthus came over with another dose of medicinal soup. Shen Qingchuan squeezed his nose and drank it. After taking a bite of candied fruit, he suppressed the disgusting bitter taste.

There was still some candied fruit left on the plate, Shen Qingchuan saw Shang Xiaolou looking at the plate, thinking he wanted to eat it, so he pushed the candied fruit over, "Would you like to have a taste?"

Shang Xiaolou shook his head and said, "I don't like eating things that are too sweet."

Shang Xiaolou looked at Shen Qingchuan's opened and closed mouth, the soup covered his lips, as if smeared with black mulberry juice, he had the illusion of a man pretending to be a jiao'e.

I don't know if the taste on the lips is sweet or bitter?

Shang Xiao lowered his eyes, his eyes were covered by long eyelashes.

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Shen Qingchuan went to the lobby on the second floor, took a book from the bookshelf, saw that there was nothing else to pass the time, and asked Shang Xiaolou if he could read or not.

Shang Xiaolou glanced at the words on the book cover and shook his head.

It's never boring for two people to read books, Shen Qingchuan picked up a few books about food customs from the bookshelf, and read the words inside to Shang Xiaolou.

The young man was wearing a silk dress and sitting on a wicker chair. The light from the upper left fell on his jet-black hair. His skin was more snowy than snow. The profile of his side face seemed to emit soft light. His voice was as clear as spring water, and he read clearly.

The girl sitting next to him, with long hair and shoulders, listened carefully, like a serious and studious student.

The vinyl record of the gramophone is spinning, the beautiful singing voice is pouring out from the big golden speaker, and the atmosphere in the living room is as beautiful as a dream.

Shen Qingchuan talked eloquently, his eyebrows danced, when he talked about a certain delicacy, his beautiful eyes seemed to fall into the stars, and a light flashed across it, as if he had personally tasted what it was like, and had personally experienced the hospitality of the hospitable host.

About three hours later, after talking, the effect of the medicine started to take effect, Shen Qingchuan was also tired, and his voice became lower and lower, so Shen Qingchuan found a book with pictures and asked him to read it by himself.

The rattan chair was very wide, with soft cushions on it. Shen Qingchuan was reclining on the chair, the book in his hand had fallen to the ground, and the light falling on his face was gentle and gentle.

Shang Xiaolou walked over, squatted beside Shen Qingchuan, and counted how many eyelashes he had. His eyes fell from the thick black eyebrows to the straight bridge of the nose. This belonged to his brother and his private property. , but today he would smile at other people and pamper the yellow-haired cat.

Shang Xiaolou held a silver hairpin in his hand. The pointed tail of the hairpin depicted the outline of the young man. Pressing it lightly on the black mulberry lips, the slender tail of the silver hairpin contrasted clearly with the color of the youth's lips. The lower lip The petals were pressed down by the hairpin to form two mountain peaks, slightly raised.The hairpin slid down to the young man's slender and graceful neck again, the snow reflected the moon, and his skin was as thin as paper. beautiful!

Shang Xiaolou's eyes became treacherous and excited, and his scarlet thin lips curled up, like a scythe harvesting people's lives, which made people shudder.

"Mmm~Miss Bo Ya" Shen Qingchuan vaguely murmured something in his sleep, his brows stretched, it must be a sweet dream.

Shang Xiaolou retracted the hairpin, the young man slightly opened and closed his lips, he leaned over and licked it lightly, it was bitter.

Shen Qingchuan dreamed that a flower fell from a tree and hit his lips. He opened his mouth, and the flower turned into a sweet fruit. Before he could taste it, the fruit seemed to take root and sprout in his mouth. , the rhizome was like a spirit snake, churning around in his mouth, causing his body fluid to flow to the corner of his mouth, sobbing that he couldn't swallow, and felt a little uncomfortable.

Shen Qingchuan dreamed that he bit the fruit, and then the fruit calmed down, being held in his mouth and not moving.

It was sweet, Shang Xiaolou's fingers slid over the corner of Shen Qingchuan's mouth, a trace of transparent liquid was stained, and he put it in his mouth to taste it.Seeing that Shen Qingchuan was completely asleep, he put his arms around his knees and hugged him easily.

Shang Xiaolou hugged Shen Qingchuan like he was hugging Qingqiu, without any effort.

Shen Qingchuan's bedroom is at the end of the corridor. Shang Xiaolou opened the door without turning on the light. The bright moonlight outside the window fell on the soft bed curtain, like a gauze.

Shang Xiaolou put Shen Qingchuan on the soft bed, and he also took off his shoes and climbed up, leaning gently on Shen Qingchuan's side, resting his head on his chest, sniffing the familiar smell carefully, for several hours. In the past, the scent factor of the perfume has almost evaporated, leaving only the sweet spring water vapor and the looming scent of cedar and oak moss, which can only be smelled if you get very close. Qingchuan's waist, sniffing deeply at his neck, closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

He wasn't worried at all whether Shen Qingchuan would be surprised when he woke up tomorrow morning.

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The next day, Shen Qingchuan's side was empty, and the quilt fell off the floor, but he didn't realize that there was a person sleeping next to him last night. When he woke up, he felt a little sore in his shoulders.

After washing, it was already 7 o'clock, Shen Qingchuan went downstairs to eat breakfast, "Why hasn't the small building come down yet? It's almost getting cold by now."

Huang Osmanthus rubbed the vase, paused, and said, "Third Young Master, why don't I go up and call him?"

Shen Qingchuan put down the cup, there was still one-seventh of the soy milk in it, he always used to keep a little when he drank.

Huang Osmanthus put down the things in her hands, picked up a clean handkerchief, soaked it in water, wrung it dry before handing it to Shen Qingchuan.

"No need, girls always like to sleep late, let him sleep more, and when he wakes up, you can warm him up early." Shen Qingchuan took the veil and wiped his mouth, girls, Mr. Xia It's lazy.

He was seventy percent full after eating, and Shen Qingchuan was about to leave for Kangnai School, and the driver, Old Wang, was already waiting outside the door.

There was a lot of noise in the classroom, and three or five people gathered around, not knowing what they were discussing.

Shen Qingchuan walked straight to his seat, not noticing that when he stepped into the classroom, his voice became much quieter for a certain moment, and the gaze focused on him.

Leng Qiudu had already sat on his seat, reading a book silently, his long robe was torn during the fight, today he was wearing the Zhongshan suit given to him by Shen Qingchuan.

With black hair and white skin, he is as solemn and elegant as a pine and cypress stained with frost, and the neatly cut Zhongshan suit makes his body even more straight.

"Are your feet better?" Shen Qingchuan handed an oiled paper packet in his hand to Leng Qiudu, which contained the bergamot cakes Shen Qingchuan brought from home, with puff pastry bean paste filling, crispy and sweet.

"It's better." Leng Qiudu said lightly, with a slight smile on his lips.

How could the leg injury heal so quickly, the swelling in the ankle subsided a little, he came here with a cane this morning, but he was afraid that Shen Qingchuan would be worried, so his face was calm.

Shen Qingchuan ate a piece of Bergamot Cake, which was a bit sweet and greasy, and the rest went into Leng Qiudu's stomach.

The class bell rang, and the gathered students dispersed in a rush. Zhang Mingzun came to class today. First, he recited a passage of poetry in frustration, giving people a feeling of being there.

All the students were fascinated and followed along. Only Shen Qingchuan listened for a while, and his eyelids started to fight. He came this morning after drinking a bowl of medicine, and the medicine took effect at this time, and he was leaning against the window , Blowing the refreshing summer wind, tired again and again.

Sitting next to Leng Qiudu, listening to him read, as if separated by cotton, he felt drowsy like mosquitoes buzzing, the sound of reading aloud fell to his ears like a lullaby, he was so sleepy that he couldn't stand it, he propped up the book , sleeping on the table, but how can a small book block a person's body.

Standing on the high altar, Zhang Mingzun could clearly see the movement in the classroom, which student was studying seriously and which student was whispering among each other, he could see clearly.

"Then students, do you know what the title of Hua Peishi means?" Zhang Mingzun asked, and the students shook their heads one after another.

"A group of idiots, this is what I just mentioned. I just taught you and threw them into the ditch. I called a classmate to come up and explain to you." Zhang Mingzun said.

The students looked aggrieved. They were reading obscure ancient prose just now, and there were so many quotations from the poems and prose. How could they understand it in a short while, not to mention that if they answered wrong, they would definitely be ridiculed by Zhang Mingzun again. They looked at each other in blank dismay. , I don't want to be embarrassed in class.

"Students in the last seat in the fourth row, get up and tell me where this word comes from," Zhang Mingzun said.

The students turned around one after another to see which unlucky guy was called up by Zhang Mingzun.

Shen Qingchuan heard more and more noisy movements, raised his eyelids, and saw that everyone around him was looking at his seat, and was just about to ask what's wrong.

Leng Qiudu next to him snorted and stood up, "It originated from Zhengsheng, the beauty of holy texts, and those who insist on being gorgeous and admiring their solidity①."

Zhang Mingzun sized up Leng Qiudu. What he originally wanted to call was Shen Qingchuan who was sitting next to him. Hearing Leng Qiudu's answer, he nodded in approval and said, "Then do you know the meaning of this word?"

"Quality wins over writing to be wild, and writing wins quality to follow history. Gentleness is gentle, and then a gentleman②. It is said that a person's character and literary talent must complement each other before he can be called a gentleman."

"That's right. If you sleep soundly in class, even if I give the lecture, you'll still have your knowledge in your stomach." Zhang Mingzun glanced at it and said, it was self-evident who he was talking about.

Leng Qiudu sat down, and Shen Qingchuan didn't dare to feel sleepy in the back.

After class was over, Shen Qingchuan said embarrassingly, "Qiu Du, I'm sorry, I fell asleep in class just now, and I caused you trouble."

"It's okay, these are the notes I made, you take them back and read." Leng Qiudu handed a book to Shen Qingchuan, opened the pages and saw that the book was filled with densely packed small characters in the margins with a vermilion pen , which word comes from which allusion, and other examples are cited, which shows that the notes are made with great care.

At noon, Shen Qingchuan took the initiative to contract to cook meals. Although he had crutches, Leng Qiudu's legs and feet were not convenient. The school cafeteria was far away, and there were many people there. If Leng Qiudu's wound aggravated the injury alright.

Holding two tin lunch boxes full of meals, Shen Qingchuan took a secluded path and came back. Walking on the promenade, he heard a few female students whispering in the corner. What they said made Shen Qingchuan have to stopped.

"Isn't it? Leng Qiudu is... the master of the rabbit!? Who did you hear that from? Could it be a mistake?" said the short-haired female student

"That's not necessarily the case, don't you know? Last time Sun Demao said that he is the son of a prostitute, maybe the son will inherit the mother's business." The long-haired female classmate said, dusting her skirt.

"The students in the class next door spread the word that they saw Leng Qiudu flirting with a rich man at the entrance of the dance hall a few days ago, and said that they wanted to serve him in the dance hall. If there is less, we will fight with the rich man." The long-haired female student looked around and said in a low voice mysteriously, "Do you know who that rich man is?"

"Who is it? Say it, say it." Seeing that she didn't speak, the two female classmates next to her jokingly scratched her twice.

"It's the third young master of the Shen family." The long-haired female classmate said.

"Who is Third Young Master Shen?"

"It's Shen Qingchuan from our class!" said the long-haired female student.

"Impossible, definitely not student Shen!" said the short-haired female student.

"How is it impossible? Could it be that you like classmate Shen, and you are in a hurry." Seeing someone retort, the long-haired female student said with a smile, but the short-haired female student blushed and couldn't talk to herself.

"Look at Leng Qiudu coming here this morning with a cane, putting on new clothes, and defending Shen Qingchuan everywhere. I think this is true in all likelihood." quite good.

"Oh, really? Why don't I know, I have an extra lover?"

Shen Qingchuan's sudden utterance obviously startled several female students. They didn't expect that they would gossip wantonly here because they thought this place was secluded and few people would come here. They didn't expect that this time they It was the person who met the gossip.

They all heard these gossips from the philosophy class next door, and what they said was precise. The students in the oil painting class also said that they saw Shen Qingchuan and Leng Qiudu at the entrance of the Nightless Dance Hall the day before yesterday. A group of people surrounded him, and he couldn't squeeze in. He heard someone say that a rich family wanted to lure students in to serve.