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

"Recently, there is a studio that is recruiting models, and the pay is quite generous. They only paint the human body, and they need to be naked..." Leng Qiudu was a little hesitant. Recently, two of the models in that studio quit and they wanted to go back to their hometown. The studio is short of people. In fact, there is no need to □□, a blanket will be given to surround the lower body, just to maintain the posture for several hours without moving. Although the reward is rich, it is also relatively hard.

The model has been resigned for a week, and the studio is still unable to recruit people. On the one hand, there are relatively few male models with good looks and good figure, and the studio is afraid to recruit female models. On the other hand, most people think that Appearing in disheveled clothes in front of a group of people is insulting to the gentlemen. When they heard that they were going to be naked, they quickly refused, and yelled at them when they went out.

"Are you a model? You can give it a try." Shen Qingchuan worked as a model abroad for a period of time, and his acceptance is not bad. If you can't find a job at the moment, being a model is a good choice. Save some money and do it later. Some small businesses.

The plaster on the table has cooled down. According to the prescription prescribed by the doctor, I took a few herbs and decocted it into a small cup of concoction. After cooling down, I mixed it with the plaster and applied it to the ankles. It has the effect of reducing inflammation, reducing swelling and dissipating toxins , Leng Qiudu applied it for a few days, and the swelling was like a steamed bun, but now it has almost disappeared.

Shen Qingchuan poured the cyan concoction into a porcelain bowl, mixed it with white ointment, and made it emerald green. The ointment didn't smell bad at all. A lot of mint was added, and it smelled cool and refreshing.

Shen Qingchuan let Leng Qiudu sit on the chair, helped him remove the old straps with his own hands, picked up a touch of cool ointment with his fingers, and gently applied it to Leng Qiudu's ankles, he didn't dare to use too much force, too much force, Fearing that it would be counterproductive, I dared to use gentle force to carefully spread the ointment.

Leng Qiudu lowered his eyes and looked at the young man half squatting on the floor. His hair was like lacquer ink, his skin was like snow on the eaves, and there was a cute curl on top of his head. When the young man held his ankle, his toes curled up, his body The spine was tense, and the young man thought that the strength of his strike was too heavy, so he raised his head and asked doubtfully, if the strength was too heavy.

Leng Qiudu shook his head lightly, the itch crawled up his heart from his ankles, he didn't like this feeling, the person in front of him was not in the same world as him, if Shen Qingchuan was a precious crabapple tree growing in a luxurious courtyard , cultivated with painstaking efforts, then he is a wild pine in the mountains and valleys, and the wind and rain have made him bend slightly.

Beautiful things are close in front of his eyes, but they don't belong to him.

The gully hanging between them was like a world of difference, how could he, a poor student, be able to bridge it.

What's more, there is another person hidden in this person's heart.

Shen Qingchuan picked up a brand new white bandage, wrapped it up for Leng Qiudu, went to the room to wash his hands in a copper basin, stood at the window to blow some air, and picked up a book by Leng Qiudu to read.

The summer wind blew slowly, moving the green gauze curtains, and tired Shen Qingchuan's eyelids. He took off his shoes, and lay carelessly on the bamboo bed. If you are among the bamboo forests.

Shen Qingchuan yawned, embraced the pillow, and fell into a deep sleep, with soft hair lying on his cheeks, long and thick eyelashes like a small fan, and a peaceful sleeping face.

Leng Qiudu, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, looked at the handsome young man, raised his hand to touch his cheek, but just as he was about to touch his cheek, the young man's eyelashes trembled, and he called out a person's name , the distance was less than five millimeters, Leng Qiudu withdrew his hand that wanted to touch it.

Leng Qiudu sighed softly, the breeze moved the green yarn, like ripples in the pool water, the ripples rippling out round and round.

Lying beside Shen Qingchuan, he picked up a cattail fan and fanned it gently to keep him cool.

Shen Qingchuan slept well, opened his sleepy eyes, his heart jumped, the first thing he saw was Leng Qiudu's gentle and stern sleeping face, his hands rested on Leng Qiudu's face, like a frivolous The young master was stroking the little lady's face, with one leg straddling Leng Qiudu's waist. Thanks to Leng Qiudu's kindness, good temper, and strong endurance, he could bear his weird sleeping position.

He sleeps very honestly at night, but when he takes a nap, he likes to hug a pillow.

Shen Qingchuan just woke up with hot palms, Leng Qiudu's body temperature was low, his tactile muscles had a texture of cold jade, he touched it a few more times with greed, unexpectedly Leng Qiudu opened his eyes at this moment.

Shen Qingchuan was not embarrassed by being caught, instead he picked up the cattail fan on the bed to fan the wind, lay on the sidelines, his eyes sparkled, his red lips touched up and down, and said, "How is it? The cold beauty is blown by the wind. But it's still comfortable." His fingers were still hooked slightly, trying to slide across Leng Qiudu's cheeks, like that frivolous prodigal son.

Leng Qiudu grabbed Shen Qingchuan's wrist and pulled it a little hard, his pupils reflected Shen Qingchuan's appearance, the young Baiyu's cheeks were crouched because of dishonesty, and there were red marks on his cheeks, as if he had accidentally wiped it with his fingers a few times. Rouge, the eyes under the black broken hair are bent, smiling, like a crescent moon in the night sky.

"Don't make trouble." Leng Qiudu mumbled his lips a few times, but in the end he still didn't say the words in his heart, only uttered these two words.

Seeing Leng Qiudu's demeanor, maybe it was because of getting up, or maybe it was other reasons, but it aroused Shen Qingchuan's desire to tease him.

"You call me Brother Nanping, and I won't make trouble with you. Huh? Miss Qiuqiu." Shen Qingchuan wanted to tease Leng Qiudu, and talked about the lines in the drama. The flirting scene.

Leng Qiudu pursed his thin lips tightly, frowned slightly, turned over and grabbed Shen Qingchuan's other hand, and pressed it down.

After the eyebrows were loosened, facing Shen Qingchuan's clear eyes, his expression was as indifferent as usual, but his tone was much softer, hiding helplessness and connivance, and said, "Qingchuan, stop making trouble."

Leng Qiudu's earnest appearance caused some indescribable strangeness in Shen Qingchuan's heart.

like...

Almost to describe the feeling correctly, the words in my mind are like a wisp of smoke, just as I hold it in my hand, it disappears without a trace.

Shen Qingchuan turned his head in embarrassment, and said, "Okay, I won't trouble you anymore, let me go first."

Leng Qiudu let go of his hand, Shen Qingchuan stood up and tidied up his clothes, which were wrinkled due to his sleeping position, picked up the teacup on the table, took two sips of clear tea, it wasn't a good tea, drank slightly bitter, and said, " I'll bring you a pack of tea in a few days, by the way, the play will be officially performed next week, has Gu Nanping found someone to replace that role?"

He was no longer a student of Cornell University, but it was a pity that he couldn't be on stage in that play.

"Not yet. The president couldn't find you. He even asked me the day before yesterday if you would come back to play the role of Gu Nanping. If you don't play the role, that scene will probably be deleted." Leng Qiudu said.

"But now I'm not a student of Cornell University, it's hard to get in, I'm afraid I won't be able to perform." Shen Qingchuan said regretfully.

"On the day of the performance, not only students from Cornell University can participate, but also many celebrities will be invited." Next week is the anniversary of Cornell University, and outsiders are allowed to visit the school.

"If you don't want to go, I will tell you." Leng Qiudu said.

"If I don't go, this good show will be wasted." Shen Qingchuan winked mischievously at Leng Qiudu.

Seeing the corners of Leng Qiudu's mouth slightly curved, with a faint smile on his face, Shen Qingchuan knew that he was happy, looked up at the clock, saw that it was getting late, and said, "I'll come see you in a few days, by the way, the school Those people here, didn't bother you, did they?"

"No. Those people can't bully me. It's probably just jealousy." Ever since Sun Demao was taught a lesson, Zhu Yuan has restrained himself a lot, especially when he was beaten up by him last time. It goes around.

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After taking the tram for half an hour, Shen Qingchuan saw that it was only five o'clock, so he was not in a hurry to go back and wandered around Chunhua Street.

"Go, you little bastard, you dare to climb up to my mother's field with any wild flowers and weeds to sell. It will be bad luck to see you. Get out of my mother quickly." With a gold bracelet.

Honeysuckle, wild gardenias, wild roses, and rhododendrons sprinkled all over the doorway, about eight or nine years old, the black and thin little girl bit her lips tightly, with tears in her eyes, lowered her head and put the scattered flowers into the door. In a bamboo basket.

"Miss Boss, if you don't buy it, why are you so aggressive." Shen Qingchuan couldn't help but speak out.

"Bah, what kind of green onion are you? She's an unlucky ghost. Since she entered the door, my customers have been scared away by her grimace." The proprietress opened her mouth and scolded. On the surface, she was running a clothing store, but in fact, I raised a few sisters secretly, and finally had a business in broad daylight. When the customer came in and saw the face of this little bastard, he was scared and ran away, so there was no interest in it.

When everyone heard that it was a grimace, they couldn't help being curious, they looked around at the little girl, and when they saw the face clearly, they let out an exclamation.

Shen Qingchuan saw clearly that the little girl's left face was nothing but a large birthmark like a burning cloud, just near the left eye socket, and the people around her lowered their voices and pointed, and some even said that it was because of too many sins committed in the previous life. A mark was placed on the face, and the little girl lowered her head even lower when she heard this.

Shen Qingchuan bent down, and when he heard this, he couldn't help laughing angrily, and said, "Please accumulate some morals, if there really is a King of Hades, the first level of hell is for gossiping women."

Shen Qingchuan pulled the little girl away, handed her a handkerchief to wipe away tears, and said, "Don't go to that shop in the future, if you want to sell flowers, you can sell them to some flower shops."

The little girl didn't dare to look up at this strange and kind-hearted man in front of her. She looked like the fairy her mother had said, her skin was so white that it glowed, and she had a kind heart. She lowered her head and choked up, saying, "I can't sell them. These flowers are all Picked from the mountains, no one will buy."

"In the future, if you want to sell flowers, you can go to the entrance of Rouge Shop on Chunhua Street at noon. I usually pass by around 12 o'clock." Shen Qingchuan said.

Hearing the little girl's stomach growling, Shen Qingchuan walked into a stall selling wontons on the side of the road, and ordered a bowl of wontons for her. The little girl was obviously very hungry, but she was reluctant to eat. Seeing this, Shen Qingchuan bought her another bag of buns and steamed buns for the younger brothers and sisters, and he couldn't help but sigh when he heard the little girl talk about the family affairs.

There are eight members of the little girl's family, all of whom are farmers. They went all the way south from the northeast. In order to avoid the war, they left their homes and came to Bohai City. That is sick, I don't know if I can survive this bitter summer.

Shen Qingchuan secretly gave her a few silver dollars, and deliberately lowered his voice to let her hide them. He also bought all the flowers in the little girl's basket. When leaving, the little girl carried a bag of steamed buns and walked towards Shen Qingchuan. The figure kowtowed, these few silver dollars were her brother's life-saving money. .

Shen Qingchuan picked out two Centifolia rose plants that seemed to be of good quality, and distributed the rest to the little girls or children on the side of the road.

"Brother." A voice came from behind.

Turning around to look, he said in surprise, "Xiaolou, why are you here?" From surprise to surprise, Shen Qingchuan saw Shang Xiaolou with loose long hair and wearing a green robe.

The robe was wide and long-sleeved. It looked loose and didn't fit well, but it looked a bit like a man's robe.

"Brother, who are you going to send flowers to?" Shang Xiaolou's gaze swept Shen Qingchuan from head to toe, and finally landed on the two slightly pink roses in his hands.

Shen Qingchuan didn't answer Shang Xiaolou's question, he gave the flowers to Miss Guan Boya, he got the funds from his second brother, he didn't want to trouble Miss Boya anymore, he wanted to move out, and at the same time find some work to do, Although Miss Boya is beautiful and kind, he cannot always rely on her. He wants to grow into a man who can match Miss Boya.

He doesn't have much money now, and his pockets are shy, so he can only send a few flowers to Miss Boya. Because of his face, he won't tell Shang Xiaolou about this.

"Do you like it? Here's one for you." Shen Qingchuan took out one and handed it to Shang Xiaolou.

Shang Xiaolou pinched the flower stalk, the drooping eyelashes covered the unknown dark light, Shen Qingchuan rubbed Shang Xiaolou's hair, treating him as a little sister, and the previous ones were all regarded as Shang Xiaolou's young and ignorant, wrong Treating family affection as love, I haven't seen Shang Xiaolou after these days, I feel that he is different from before, it is only the transformation taught by his parents.

Shen Qingchuan asked him how he was at home, whether he could still learn to read and write, Shang Xiaolou raised his pale face, raised his foggy eyes, and said, "I have two snow-white cats, but unfortunately there was a thunderstorm a few days ago. They accidentally fell into the pond and drowned."

Shang Xiaolou lowered his head again, grabbed the rose flower in his hand, squeezed out the light red flower juice with his fingers.

Seeing that Shang Xiaolou was depressed, Shen Qingchuan talked about other things to divert his attention, and said, "Next week, I will be in a stage play at Cornell University, do you want to watch it?"

"Brother, what are you playing?" Shang Xiaolou said.

"And Qiudu will play a pair of desperate mandarin ducks. You will know when the time comes." Seeing that Shang Xiaolou's attention was diverted, and meeting his foggy eyes, Shen Qingchuan puts an end to it first. Du's cross-talk is a big surprise.

"Really? I will definitely go then." Shang Xiaolou said.

Looking at Shen Qingchuan's disappearing figure, Shang Xiaolou's scarlet thin lips slightly curled up. He was looking forward to his brother's performance, and then he would prepare a surprise for his brother, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The author has something to say: post late at night.

Scumbag author: It's four days, is it thick enough?

Scumbag author: That’s right, for the sake of the 1v1 process, classmate Leng’s nap was clicked

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