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

Shen House.

When she got home, Shen's mother saw Shen Qingchuan's sick and haggard face, her heart ached so badly, she hurriedly asked the servants to boil a pot of brown sugar ginger water to warm her body.

With a slight smile on Shen Qingchuan's face, he said evasively, "Mom, just a little cold, cough...cough cough..."

Seeing the wind, Shen Qingchuan coughed again and again, Huang Osmanthus quickly brewed a cup of hot tea and handed it over.

Shen Qingchuan took the teacup with both hands, and said in a warm voice, "Thank you."

Huang Osmanthus was a little embarrassed, her face flushed slightly, the third young master was always so modest and courteous towards others.

"Osmanthus fragrans, go and close the window." Shen's mother ordered, since her two sons returned from Jingu safely, she has been in good health, and at this moment, worry has covered the tail wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Dedicated to being a son, pity the hearts of parents all over the world.

"Jenfei is also true. She said that a missionary came to the school to preach, and all the windows should be opened for ventilation to prevent any air from not circulating. I don't understand. She is not afraid of freezing. She sneezed twice this morning. I don't know where I went to play like crazy again." Shen's mother asked someone to bring a coat for Shen Qingchuan to wear.

Then, in a complaining tone, he said to Shen Qingchuan, "You too, don't go with your incomprehensible second brother, he won't take care of you either, it's cool in autumn, you have to cover yourself with a quilt at night, many people are It's cold."

Shen's mother disliked Shen Yifan's inability to take good care of Shen Qingchuan, but she also knew that Shen Yifan's temper was like a child's, careless, incoherent, only thinking about what was fun, and where it was fun, and would not take care of others at all.

Maybe in these few days, Shen Qingchuan is taking care of Shen Yifan.

Shen Qingchuan was sitting on the bench in the hall with the autumn chrysanthemum cushion, and on the tea table was a large bundle of paper-made azaleas placed in the beauty vase, which was made lifelike, the red ones bloomed like real flowers on the sapphire in a vase.

The tea smoke lingers like vines and slowly climbs up the branches, enveloping Shen Qingchuan's picturesque eyebrows, softening the contours a little, adding to the quiet and beautiful feeling of autumn.

He was just like that, holding a cup of tea, sitting on his side, smiling quietly and listening, as if he had passed through the years.

People can't feel the hasty passage of time, and even the tone of complaints has gradually weakened.

Although Shen Qingchuan felt exhausted, he did not interrupt Shen's mother's rambling, and let Shen's mother pour out her love for her son. One should always be patient and considerate when dealing with relatives. It is really a sin to make them worry.

In the hall, the warmth of mother and child flows like a trickling stream.

After pouring down a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea to warm the body and dispel the cold, Shen's mother also saw the tiredness protruding from Shen Qingchuan's brows, so she let him go upstairs to rest, take a nap, and wake him up again at dinner time.

Huang osmanthus was holding a small copper incense burner, which was ordered by Shen's mother, to light some soothing incense, so that Shen Qingchuan could sleep more peacefully.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a gust of cool autumn wind gushed out. The wind rushed towards his face, like feathers slipping through his throat, and Shen Qingchuan couldn't help coughing again.

In order to ventilate the windows wide, Huang Osmanthus hastily put the copper incense burner on the rectangular table, closed the two windows tightly, pulled the thick woolen curtain cloth with her hand, and asked sideways, "Third young master, this curtain cloth needs to be drawn for you." up?"

Look at the dark sky outside, the gray sky, the autumn wind blowing, a few yellow leaves falling on the window sill, it is overcast, it is very suitable for sleeping.

Shen Qingchuan stopped coughing, his eyes were stained with water, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red, he said, "No need."

"Meow~meow~" A meow echoed Shen Qingchuan's tone.

The two looked at the chair behind the long table together. There was a big yellow-and-white cat nestled on the dark green cushion, wagging its long tail and curling its long white beard. It seemed very comfortable and arrogant.

"You rogue cat, you ran into the third young master's room again." Huang Osmanthus walked over and picked up the big cat, a few yellow and white cat hairs fell on the mat.

Since the third young master went to Jingu, Li Nu often ran to this room, as if he regarded himself as the master here.

After the third young master came back, he didn't know where he went to play wildly, but the cat was nowhere to be seen, and now he's back to his old ways.

The raccoon slave seemed dissatisfied with being called a rogue, and protested, yelled a few times, and scratched Huang Osmanthus's hand, "Meow! Meow! Meow!"

Huang Osmanthus let go with an ouch, and Li Nu took the opportunity to jump out of her arms, and Huang Osmanthus wanted to grab it.

Shen Qingchuan looked down, looked at the raccoon slave who kept rubbing against his trousers, barking coquettishly, looking up arrogantly, with a smile on his lips, he said, "Let it , stay here."

"But..." Huang Osmanthus was worried that the rogue cat would disturb Shen Qingchuan's rest, showing hesitation.

"It's not in the way." Shen Qingchuan bent down and hugged the raccoon slave and said, he stroked the cat's back with his hand, and the tentacles were smooth, it seemed that it had a good time.

Huang Osmanthus saw the raccoon slave in Shen Qingchuan's arms, looking up and acting coquettishly docile, with her tail wagging happily, hanging on Shen Qingchuan's arm, she had no choice but to give up, lit the tranquilizing incense and left the room.

Wisps of milky white incense mist shot out from the plum blossom hole of the copper incense burner, rose to the sky, and disappeared in this airtight room.

The fragrance became a little stronger, Shen Qingchuan put down the raccoon slave, opened a small window, the cool autumn wind blew away the fragrance mist, washed the room with rainwater vapor, and scraped it inside and out.

The air was no longer so stuffy, the wind was blowing the hair on Shen Qingchuan's temples, Shen Qingchuan was standing by the window, he could see that the leaves on the ginkgo tree downstairs had been dyed yellow, like this gloomy The only bright color in the weather.

Shen Qingchuan held a small red velvet box taken out of the desk cabinet in his hand, opened the small box with a crisp snap, and inside was a golden ring with smooth and elegant lines, and a few words engraved on the inner wall of the ring——closed Boya.

Those three words seemed to be engraved into his heart, with bloody pain, like a thin sharp thorn, when he said the name once, his heart was stabbed.

That night, Shen Qingchuan didn't throw away the ring, he stepped into the gate, turned back regretfully, called the rickshaw driver to stop, gave a sum of fare, and asked for the ring back.

Shen Qingchuan lowered his eyelashes, his pupils were half-closed, he couldn't see what was on his face, he could only see his slender, white fingers caressing the ring delicately, revealing a melancholy aura all over his body.

He just stood there quietly, his eyes and eyebrows were silent, no one knew that at this moment, there was a tsunami in his heart.

The raccoon slave jumped onto the window sill, stepped on the pink cushion, approached Shen Qingchuan soundlessly, tilted his head and meowed, wagging his tail, and rubbed against the back of Shen Qingchuan's hand.

Shen Qingchuan looked at Shangli Nu's big cat eyes, chuckled lightly, and said, "I'm stunned."

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After resting for a few days, Shen Qingchuan's newspaper office officially opened.

After everything else is negotiated and prepared, the office building is left.

Shen Yifan found a three-story western-style house for Shen Qingchuan, which was embedded in a corner of the cross street. It was three stories high, and the place was not too big.The first floor is used for business distribution of publications, the second floor is used as an office for organizing and writing publications, and the third floor is used as a staff dormitory, with water and electricity, and it is spacious for one or two people to live in.

Both sides of the door were filled with congratulatory wreaths, two long, almost blocking the sidewalk.

These numerous wreaths were not bought by Shen Qingchuan, but by Shen Yifan and his group of friends who sent congratulations.

Shen Yifan hangs out in all kinds of circles and knows a lot of friends. When he is in a drinking party or going to a song and dance, he tells his third brother that he wants to run a newspaper office, and asks them all to come to congratulate him, making the place lively and prosperous. of.

In fact, where Shen Yifan is used to yell, his group of pig and dog friends have already heard of Shen Qingchuan's name.

Without him, the name Shen Qingchuan was pronounced most frequently in Miss Gui's circle, which made them very curious and wanted to get acquainted.

In addition to the wreaths sent by some wealthy children, some ladies who knew Shen Qingchuan, heard about Shen Qingchuan, and wanted to meet Shen Qingchuan, also came together to congratulate Shen Qingchuan on the opening of his newspaper.

All of a sudden, young masters in suits and leather shoes, ladies and ladies in dresses and gauze skirts came one after another, and gathered around this small newspaper office. It didn't seem like an opening ceremony was being held. These noble ladies and rich young men are attending some grand banquet.

Li Bojiang pushed Shen Yifan's waist with his elbow, took a sip of a cigar in his hand, and said to Shen Yifan, "Look at your third brother, the bees surrounded the butterfly array, what kind of ecstasy soup did you give to those young ladies?" ?”

A few men gathered next to Shen Yifan, and said with a laugh, "Yes, Yifan, tell me quickly, why is your third younger brother so attractive?"

He complained, "Isn't this too popular with girls?"

Not far away, Shen Qingchuan was wearing a snow-green silk-colored suit, with gold-plated buttons on the sleeves. He was tall and tall, with black hair on his temples, picturesque eyebrows, as bright as a jade tree facing the wind, standing like a tall and straight bamboo, and smiling like a bright moon in his arms. .

The two eyes are more like the autumn waves in the water, and a pair of sentimental eyes are cut out. Just standing in the same place, he becomes a painting of green mountains and green waters.

Both sides of Shen Qingchuan were full of beautiful and beautiful women, with fragrant powder and clouds, and their temples were like smoke. They congratulated Shen Qingchuan, and Shen Qingchuan accepted them one by one. His eyebrows and eyes were full of gentle smiles, like the wind and the moon, every day There was a response to every word of congratulations, no one was ignored, and there was no impatience on his face.

The group of women kept laughing and chattering, and couldn't help wanting to be closer to Shen Qingchuan and talk to him more, whenever there was a smile in response, or a look, they couldn't help being elated.

If you want this person to say a few more words, the joy in your heart will increase.

I can't wait to fall into Shen Qingchuan's eyes, if the depths of those eyes are like a clear spring of wine, just looking at them, I will be drunk physically and mentally.

The other men couldn't help feeling sour in their hearts, as if someone knocked over a jar of sauerkraut that had been marinated for several years, and the sour smell diffused, and what they said was like slipping out of sour water.

"Tell me why your third younger brother is so attractive to girls. Most of the hearts of the girls who are waiting to be married in Bohai City are devoted to him."

Shen Yifan put his arms on Li Bojiang's shoulders, his smiling eyes sparkled, and his voice was full of complacency, he said, "Well, you can't be envious, my third younger brother is naturally attractive."

The author has something to say: woo woo woo, our little Qingchuan is really a good boy

small theater:

Li Nu: Stupid human beings, come and serve Mr. Cat

Xiao Haitang who is obsessed with playing cats: yes yes yes