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

Shen Qingchuan has been imprisoned in this small building for two days, except for F's adjutant surnamed Du, F's old lady who is in charge of cooking, and Shang Xiaolou, he has never seen anyone else.

The adjutant surnamed Du likes to speak in an official tone, Shen Qingchuan wanted to ask him to bring a message to his family, but the adjutant always used various excuses to evade, just like practicing Tai Chi, very tactful.

Needless to say, the old lady is an honest and responsible person. She doesn't say a word, but just works hard, timidly, like a traditional and timid old woman.

Shen Qingchuan only asked her F times, seeing her submissive, afraid of saying F wrong words and being punished.

Shen Qingchuan didn't want to make things difficult for her, so he gave up the idea of ​​questioning her.

Shen Qingchuan stood by the window of the room on the second floor, enjoying the evening breeze, listening to the sound of wind blowing leaves rustling in the distance.

This is the most relaxing moment of his day, Shang Xiaolou usually comes back very late, and sleeps with his arms around him every night, asking him to read to him, and pecking kisses on his lips if he doesn't read.

Shen Qingchuan knew that Shang Xiaolou was literate, and after coldly rejecting him twice, he didn't want to have too much contact with Shang Xiaolou, so he followed Shang Xiaolou's wish and read to him every night.

Fortunately, after Shang Xiaolou fell asleep listening to a book every night, he only hugged him and did not do any other misbehavior.

At this time, it is already autumn, and the leaves on the trees are half-yellow, transitioning from emerald green to autumn yellow, and the forest is completely dyed, like emerald green and gold.

The gray-blue sky in the evening is pure, with strands of slender clouds flowing. The golden sunset shakes off gold flakes and falls on Shen Qingchuan's quiet side face. The snow-white skin is like a canvas, and the afterglow falls on his body. Like F's picture of a beautiful woman in autumn, the glow is intentionally gentle, and even the wind around him has softened a little.

People are always too attached to things they like at first sight.

Shang Xiaolou's figure was hidden behind the half-open door, he did not enter the room, but stood there alone, looking at Shen Qingchuan's figure, without disturbing him.

The orange-red sunset glow penetrated through the gap in the door, so that the short-haired boy's face F was half visible in the sunset light, and F was half hidden in the darkness.

Even if the hair is cut short, it only reduces Shang Xiaolou's femininity, and the completely exposed eyebrows and eyes look even more monstrous, exuding the aura of a vicious dog, and others will only hide away from them, fearing that they won't know when and where The ground will be stared at and bite F's mouth fiercely.

At this time, when he looked at Shen Qingchuan, he restrained his hostility, the space was quiet and long, like a quiet and melancholy resentful soul, without any intention of hurting others, just hoping that that person would look back at him .

As long as his eyes are F, joy can fill his heart.

He begged for his brother's mercy, even if it was alms, he was willing to kneel on the ground and be a poor dog wagging his tail, hoping for a little love from his master.

It's a pity that the elder brother's eyes on him are always icy cold, like ice turned into sharp thorns, piercing his body.

She doesn't care about his infatuation, even if he is already standing naked in front of her brother, without any self-respect.

Suddenly, the night wind blows over, Shang Xiaolou closed his eyes and opened his arms, as if the breeze carried his brother's body temperature, and the remaining warmth wrapped around his heart, making his shoulders tremble uncontrollably.

With a distance of ten feet, he and his elder brother embraced each other, even if it was F obliterating the shadow F passing the evening breeze.

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On the third day of being imprisoned, the sound of bowls being smashed came from the room again.

"I want to go back." The expression on Shen Qingchuan's face was so unfamiliar that it was cold, which deeply hurt Shang Xiaolou's heart.

"Besides being by my side, where else can you go, go back and find your Miss Guan? Or your classmate Leng?" Shang Xiaolou pinched Shen Qingchuan's chin with his fingers, leaving a red mark, and he bent down viciously , whispered in Shen Qingchuan's ear.

"Brother, has he ever kissed you like this?" Shang Xiaolou placed a light kiss on Shen Qingchuan's lips.

Shen Qingchuan angrily slapped him F across the face, probably out of anger, he said with his first and last name, "Shang Xiaolou, you are really disgusting."

"Hahahaha, disgusting?" Shang Xiaolou let out a piercing laugh, almost crying, as if Shen Qingchuan was talking about some big joke, or trying to cover up the pain of heartbreak.

"Yes, I'm disgusting! Aren't you being coaxed by a disgusting person like me, a naive and pitiful idiot who thinks you have a little bit of kindness, and after showing your hypocrisy, you just abandon it at will and tear up the sincerity of others. It's your show, and what I hate the most is a hypocrite like you."

Shang Xiaolou's lips were almost close to Shen Qingchuan's face, and he said with a smile, "You despise me as disgusting? Then is the dancer you like clean? And is your classmate Leng clean of your thoughts?" ?The way he looks at you is like a dog salivating on bones, I wish I could gouge his eyes out."

"Hahahaha! Brother, you are so ridiculous." Shang Xiaolou laughed maniacally, gently wiped the corners of his eyes, and left behind these F words before turning to leave.

Shen Qingchuan picked up the remaining F bowl of medicine on the cabinet, slammed it against the wall, and cursed, "Get lost!"

When Shang Xiaolou's figure left completely, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, like willow branches trembling in the wind, Shen Qingchuan couldn't stop coughing, he didn't want to show weakness in front of Shang Xiaolou, so F kept holding back his cough.

"Young Marshal." The adjutant heard the sound of the porcelain bowl breaking when he was downstairs, and he knew that the two were arguing again.

"Brew another F bowl of medicine for him." Shang Xiaolou obviously heard the coughing upstairs, and then said, "I'm cooking F some Luo Han Guo Tremella and Sydney Pear Soup for him."

After Shang Xiaolou gave his orders, he left the small building. The adjutant went up to the second floor with the boiled soup and sugar water for nourishing the lungs and relieving cough, and saw Shen Qingchuan lying on the bed.

Putting down the medicine and sugar water, he couldn't help but comfort him and said, "Master Shen, why bother to be angry with the young commander. That night, the young commander jumped into the rushing river to save you. It was raining and it was a big night. It can be seen that Lifeless."

The adjutant went on and on about where Shang Xiaolou met Shen Qingchuan, and how he rescued him later. What happened in the middle was hidden in the past, and he only picked good words to excuse Shang Xiaolou.

Seeing that Shen Qingchuan's face softened, the adjutant said another sentence, "I see that the young commander-in-chief is sincere towards you, Young Master Shen, because he was moved by true feelings. Although men and men are together, it is against the harmony of nature. Agreed, but..."

"Adjutant Du, you don't need to say any more. If you really pity me, let me go home." Shen Qingchuan looked at the adjutant and said, with picturesque eyebrows and beautiful eyes, ruthless yet touching.

The adjutant turned his head away, not daring to look further, "I am not in charge of this matter." After speaking, he closed the door and retreated.

When it was noon, the old lady was about to bring the cooked food to the second floor for Shen Qingchuan to eat.

Suddenly, there were two loud bangs from the closed door.

The frightened old lady shook her body, and almost spilled the vegetable soup on the wooden plate, probably because the knock on the door outside was too loud, the old lady didn't dare to knock on the door, she wanted to retreat to the house, and then moved towards the door. F can not decide to pay attention.

The adjutant also heard the knock on the door, came out and yelled loudly, saying, "Who is making noise outside?"

Walking over, as soon as he pulled out the latch, the door was kicked open by F's foot, and he was also pushed by the force of the door, and fell to the ground, "Ouch" F sound, F's buttocks hurt when he fell.

Five or six big men in black came in, and the one who kicked the door was F the big man with the scar, he was holding F a long-handled black umbrella, and came out from behind him F was a tall and straight man in a beige suit, with a F minimalist light gold line between the collar of the suit The smooth clip is extremely elegant and luxurious.

Her long hair was tied low behind her head with a scrunchie, her brows were smooth and sharp, and her model-like androgynous features carried a sense of oppression from a superior.

From bottom to top from the adjutant's point of view, one can see the man's lower jaw slightly raised, and his slanted gaze is glamorous.

Guan Boya looked around, and walked straight into the small building, stepping on the black leather shoes with bright toe caps, step by step, creaking stairs.

It seemed to come with the wind and snow, and the momentum was domineering.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Shen Qingchuan turned sideways, leaned his elbows on the side of the bed, covered his mouth with F's hand, the cough still couldn't stop, and leaked out from between his fingers.

The door squeaked and was pushed open, Shen Qingchuan thought it was Shang Xiaolou who had come, and was just about to make a noise to chase him away, when he raised his eyes, the man leaning against the door was looking at him with a smile on his face .

"Cough...why are you here?" Shen Qingchuan managed to catch his breath, but he coughed too violently, his eyelashes were full of water vapor, his eyes seemed to be dripping water, it was very lovely.

An abnormal blush floated on his snow-white face, which fell into Guan Boya's eyes. He walked over, stretched out his slender hands with well-defined knuckles, and gently stroked Shen Qingchuan's face.

The palm still has the moisture from the rain outside, it's refreshing and cool, touching the hot and tender skin, like ice and fire colliding, it irritated Shen Qingchuan to shrink back.

Guan Boya's expression looked very cold, and his tone was also indifferent, and he couldn't hear F's blame in his tone. He asked, "Your second brother has been looking for you all over the world, and he has found me at Yuhua Mansion."

On the third day, after Shen Yifan returned home, he asked Uncle Liang about Shen Qingchuan, only to realize that his third brother had disappeared.

The members of the Shen family thought that Shen Qingchuan and Shen Yifan were together, playing outside for three or four days, while Shen Yifan thought that Shen Qingchuan had already returned home.By accident, no one on both sides noticed that Shen Qingchuan was missing.

Person F disappeared for three days, Shen Yifan didn't dare to tell his family, first he rushed to find Lin Dawei, asked him about Shen Qingchuan's whereabouts, and beat him up Fton.

With luck in mind, he went to the Yuhua mansion to look for it, but it turned out that Miss Boya had been away from home for nearly half a month and hadn't come back yet, so Shen Yifan had no choice but to leave a message of F and summoned his group of friends to search for Shen Qingchuan on the streets.

Guan Boya looked at Shen Qingchuan, seeing that he was really weak, his eyes flickered, rubbed the top of his hair, and said in a gentle tone, "These days when I'm not here, why did you make yourself so messed up?" .”

Shen Qingchuan raised his eyes, looked into those cold and aggressive eyebrows, could smell the faint smell of tobacco on Guan Boya's body, no matter how he looked at it, he had an impeccable face.

The time between the two seemed to pass very slowly, Shen Qingchuan knew what Guan Boya was waiting for, just like when F first met.

He is always like this, step by step, like a hunter who sets a trap, waiting for the prey to be willing and take the initiative to go to the trap.

Shen Qingchuan grabbed the hem of the beige suit, leaned his head on Guan Boya's waist, smelled the rain on his body, and said, "Take me away."

After a while, Guan Boya smiled, and a faint smile appeared on his face, because this was what he had been waiting for, and he said, "Okay."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Shang Xiaolou (Muchi slams the door frantically): Give it back to me, give it back to my brother!

The scumbag author (covering his head and covering his ears, with gold in his pocket): A scumbag, a scumbag, was also forced to do nothing.

Boss Guan: plus three pieces of gold

Little Angel: Guan Boss Sai Gao!High season!

Scumbag author: Bow your head to the evil forces...