thank you very much

Wen Fuzhu ate very slowly.

Just like what the master said - like a particularly particular son from a noble family.

But just as the master praised him so much, Nie Bai knew why his wife didn't like eating with his master anymore.

Because his speed is too slow, eating with the master is not like the fast food that Nie Bai hastily settled when he was sleeping on the roof with him-swallowing in two or three bites, and it's done and full.

It is by no means wasting a lot of time on picking fish.

Until countless stars trembled in the night, before the fish became cold and smelly, Wen Fuzhu stopped his chopsticks, took a silk towel and wiped his mouth, and then just when Nie Bai thought they could leave , Wen Fuzhu even picked up the chopsticks to poke the fish bone and pick the thick spinal cord.

Nie Bai thought to himself, his master must be scolding from the bottom of his heart now, and he must have mistakenly thought that he had abducted his wife.

As if seeing the impatient young man in front of him, Wen Fuzhu said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll bone the fish and we can go."

Nie Bai was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask more questions.

For some reason—don’t look at the teacher’s wife who always looks weak, and always has a smile on her face. Although it’s not the exaggerated smile of her master, but the corners of her lips seem to be slightly curled up all the time, it also makes Nie Bai a little Afraid.

It's just a little uncomfortable, as if all my thoughts can't be hidden in front of this person.

It was when he drooped his eyes and long eyelashes slightly covered the water in his eyes, he suddenly recalled the swaying water in this man's eyes - like being drunk, drunk himself, and also drunk on the audience.

But it's also like drinking tea. I always think I'm three-point drunk, but I didn't expect to uphold thirteen-point sobriety.

Qin Niang said to herself-everything has a limit, if a person is too much or too much, the former is either a disaster for the country, or a flawless jade, while the latter is either a hermit or a stubborn stone.

Nie Bai couldn't understand this, and after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know how Qin Niang came to this weird conclusion.After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't help asking the master, and the master asked him, "What kind of person do you think your thirteenth uncle is? Is it a stinky cesspit stone that doesn't shine, or a shiny stone?" big golden diamond."

Nie Bai let out an "ah" and understood in an instant.

He later applied this principle to many of the people he saw, all kinds of people.

But he was unsure about Wen Fuzhu.

At first feeling, Wen Fuzhu obviously should be the former, a flawless jade in the rough.

But after staring at him a few more times, he felt that this person was a stone without light.

No time or no light, this is not the scope of Nie Bai's consideration, so he just upholds the principle taught by his master - don't talk if you can, if you can pretend to be dumb, you don't have to pretend to be a fool.

So Nie Bai just nodded his head slightly, indicating that seniors can do whatever they want, and he just silently helps out.

Until Wen Fuzhu brought up the snack box and slowly followed Nie Baihuang to the restaurant where Xie Changhuan was, the moon was already in full swing.

Nie Bai never thought that his master didn't lie to him——Senior Wen's lightness kung fu is really mediocre.

Therefore, I felt a little rejoiced suddenly in my heart, and felt——I didn't seem to be that bad.

Because the master once said that his name can be put on the reward list, it is purely because the person who made the list suddenly dozed off and crossed the names of more than ten people by mistake, so he put you on it.

He could only hear Nie Bai's small face turning blue and red, and after thinking for a long time, he could only open his mouth in a daze, "Ah..." So it was like this.

But Qin Niang said that the master just said that to hurt herself so that she would not slack off. Seeing Senior Wen today, Nie Bai felt that the master really said that to hurt herself.

After Wen Fuzhu came out of the bath, he saw that Xie Changhuan had occupied his bed, and while picking his teeth, he burped a fishy smell, and he smiled with satisfaction—"Thank you, old Wen, I knew you It's the best for me...but...what are you bringing back so many fishbones?"

Xie Changhuan pointed to a small clean bag next to the snack box. He went to Nie Bai to ask about it. It was Wen Fuzhu who picked the small thorns off with chopsticks in the restaurant, and handed it to the chef to wash it clean. Only then did he pretend to bring it back.

It's just that Xie Changhuan was thinking, he probably didn't pack it back and tell him to eat these too.

"It can be used as poison, but it can also be used as a hidden weapon." Wen Fuzhu wiped his still wet hair, "I'm afraid that there are not enough hidden weapons on the road. It's not convenient to carry too many stones with you. I saw this fishbone crystal clear when I was eating just now." , the bones are hard, but it feels good.”

Hearing the words, Xie Changhuan seemed to have heard something extraordinary, jumped up from the bed and ran to the table to embrace Wen Fuzhu, "Old Wen, you don't need to take too many shots along the way, these killers who follow are easy to deal with." , it’s just that when it’s time to pick up things, I just want you to help me out, one more person will have more eyes... You don’t have to be afraid of anything else, I’m here, what do you want me to do?”

"Let me go, Xie Changhuan," Wen Fuzhu put his hands on his hair, thinking he couldn't get up, and was strangled tightly by his arms.

"You smell fishy, ​​I just got out of the shower."

"Okay." Xie Changhuan reluctantly let go, "I also just took a shower."

After a pause, seeing Wen Fuzhu sitting far away wearing only a thin shirt, Xie Changhuan couldn't help but keep up with him, but he didn't dare to get too close and said, "Old Wen, thank you for the supper .”

"Um."

"Hiss—have you heard a word?" Xie Changhuan's tone suddenly changed.

Wen Fuzhu continued to brush his hair calmly, without raising his head, he said, "I've heard of lust after warming up."

What Xie Changhuan wanted to say for a moment was blocked back into his throat—this is why he likes to call Wen Fuzhu the old fox Wen, because he is really good at reading people's hearts.

"Then have you heard another sentence—"

"What?"

This time it was Wen Fu's turn to be surprised.

"When you are in a hurry in the middle of the night, do you forget to live on duty?"

A word is darker than a word, and it is as dark as darkness, giving rise to an ambiguous atmosphere.

After finishing speaking, she jumped over and hugged Wen Fuzhu's waist, then turned around and returned to the couch, put him on the bed without saying a word, and hurriedly pulled his clothes and kissed his lips.

Wen Fu wished not to be annoyed, he swiped the wooden comb in his hand that he had not had time to put down just now with one finger, the teeth flew alone, and pierced Xie Chang Huan's forehead sharply.

Xie Changhuan didn't expect such a thing to happen. He thought that he had just taken a shower, so he would definitely not have any hidden weapons on him.

In desperation, he jumped out of bed, Xie Changhuan rubbed his old waist that was almost shining, shook his head and sighed, "Wen Fuzhu, you are really boring. At this time...you can still find something good to use as a hidden weapon."

After saying that, he wisely turned around and left the door resentfully. When he was about to close it, Wen Fuzhu, who was kneeling on the bed with his back to him, took off his blouse. Like silver, shining brightly.

He couldn't help but couldn't hold his legs anymore.

Wen Fuzhu just thought that the clothes were stained with fishy smell by him just now, and he intended to change into a new one so that he could lie down and rest as soon as possible, but when he turned around slightly, he saw that Xie Changhuan hadn't left yet, so he was stupid Or what, just hold your breath and concentrate your eyes without blinking.

Wen Fuzhu smiled, and turned his body halfway back without hesitation, the beautiful ridges on his waist immediately became more obvious, the redness in front of his body was also covered by the dark color, looming, and the water-colored thin lips and shimmering eyes Brilliant, biting each word harder, exhaling more clearly each time, but none of them are attractive.

Not only is it very unattractive, it is simply very unpleasant——

Because he said, "Xie Changhuan, one day you are willing to be under me, one day I will really let you touch me."

Xie Changhuan also laughed, very forcefully, with a tendency to gnash his teeth—"Old Wen, may I have another word for you?"

"What?"

Wen Fuzhu took off his clothes graciously, not afraid that Xie Changhuan would see it, and went to renew the shirt.

"When the night is deep and in a hurry, it's like a cloud and rain falling into a dream." Blinking, then blinking again, Xie Changhuan quickly slammed the door panel for him, and ran away without daring to take another look, leaving only the last line, "This In a word, send it to you and send it to me.”

Ironically, I can only have sex with you in my dreams?Or is it ironic that you can only hug me in your dreams?

Wen Fuzhu smiled lightly, he has never been a dreamer.

What he wants to do, he will be able to do it one day.

He took out a new shirt and put it on loosely. Wen Fuzhu didn't rush to sleep, and sat down at the table to make himself a pot of strong tea. The process of filtering the water seemed to be too long, and he watched quietly. After three rounds of tea flow, he suddenly stopped, slightly lowered his eyebrows and gently shook the tea in the pot, and said in a soft voice, "Xie Changhuan, I think you were the one who provoked me first."

It's like remembering the first time I met this person.

In the deserted village and wild environment, the midsummer wind is cool.

He stretched out his sleeves and robes slightly, but he was like a butterfly, and he came here chattering all over the wilderness, with a fox face in his smile, his mouth almost went up to the sky, and he opened his mouth with a slippery and oily tone-"Brother, but once Where have you seen it before? I look at Xiongtai very familiarly."

Xu Shi didn't love the way of sages and sages and the etiquette of gentlemen since he was a child;

Under the astonishment, he even forgot a little bit of the calmness that he had always been very proud of in his life, and slipped along his words narrowly.

Suddenly, before he was about to leave, he had already recovered the three-point Lingtai Qingming, raised a serious face, imitating the solemnity of the seven-point master, "No."

There was a small drum beating in my heart—it seemed like I had seen it before, probably in a dream, right?

Until this person turned into the small building, carried the fish basket, and entered the house more like the owner than himself, straight to the point and said without any concealment, "Don't worry, brother, I, Xie Changhuan, am by no means such a forceful person." snatcher."

No wonder he looks familiar.

It's not that he had a dream with him out of thin air.

It's because I have seen the portrait of this person several times and heard the shocking things he did, so I have some impressions in my heart.

So much so that I used to think about it every day and dream at night.

It's just that Wen Fuzhu never expected that the man he originally wanted to meet Yin Yin would have this kind of thought for him since he came up.

At first, I was really uncomfortable, thinking about how this person was born, how could he be like this...

It's been like this in my heart for a long time but I can't find anything to continue, but I just suppress my bad temper and tolerate him.

I think when he first entered the school, he was the one who seemed the weakest and the easiest to bully, and because he was naturally quiet, he had never been teased by his classmates for looking like a doll.

Wen Fuzhu could always quietly ask them to kneel down to him again and again, and let them see who was the girl.

Even those who touched his hand with obscene thoughts when he was young can make him remember to be ruthless when he grows up - those who touch the left hand chop off the left hand, and those who touch the right hand chop off the right hand.

But for some reason, he just endured Xie Changhuan's touching him, touching him.

Even if he sometimes took advantage of him once or twice, Wen Fuzhu didn't think it was a big deal.

——After so many years, he can no longer figure out whether it's a habit now, and he tolerates him out of habit, or it's just seeing him for the first time that day, and it's more of a thrill than a surprise, but it's probably because of the previous love for him. This person's admiration has been kept in his heart far away, which is why he tacitly allows him to make progress again and again.

It's just that Xie Changhuan is really as cowardly as he expected—it's been ten years and he's still willing to talk about it, touching his hands, embracing his shoulders, hugging his waist, kissing his forehead... things like that He Wen Fu wished that he could be magnanimous and let him make the decision, but it really involved the matter in bed.

Wen Fuzhu felt deeply that if he endured this time, he would definitely not have a chance to stand up in the future.So regarding... the matter of who goes up and who goes down, he must be the one on top.

Because Xie Changhuan is really shameless.

Therefore, he must not tolerate it like this any longer.Otherwise, even in ten years, he would grit his teeth and spend it with him until he compromised.

Thinking about it in the blink of an eye, it has actually been three decades... During the ten years, he has met all kinds of people.

Men or women.

But there has never been one like Xie Changhuan, who worked so hard to pick and choose among the layers of snowflakes, search for his deeds, and track his whereabouts, so that he was taken over and over again just like that afternoon when he was relaxing. And when San was urging him to go to work, he casually read a couple of lines in a hurry, which made his eyes light up, until he realized that this person had a similar temperament, a good match in civil and military skills, probably——Half life, he was in the same boat, but he could be old when he was old. Cross the gray head.

To be able to come up with this kind of thought, Wen Fuzhu surprised himself a lot.

At first, I just felt that this person, this person lived like his real self, casual, peaceful, drinking quack wine with a smile, and possessing the will to kill.

But every time he idly sifts through the boring and useless news, he harbors the intention of finding this person's whereabouts.

Every time I see it, I feel that this day has not been in vain.

If you haven't seen it, you will feel how boring this day after day is!

In March in Yangchun, I heard that this person once went to the Qingqing River to snatch childish bird kites, coaxing their elder brother to let you fly higher and farther, but all the ulala ones got entangled in his palm and let them go. After a long time, I accidentally fell down and hung on the treetops, entangled in a pile, and I couldn't hook it off or untie it.I had no choice but to take the salary from the previous killing and arson business, and sold a better kite with a flash of light to pay back all of it.

But he was looking up under the tree and sighing that the gold and silver are like running water, Brother Kong Fang really doesn't want to recognize this friend with him.

Mu Xue Twelve Winter heard that this person bought a lot of medicinal materials that did not seem to be given to people with two mission salaries, and then wandered around the horse market for nearly half a month, walking thousands of miles on the snow without picking anything, but from an old man He took three baskets of rations in exchange for a sickly pony.

Since then, the news has been cut off.

At first, he just thought that what this person did was too nonsensical, but for some reason, one thing made him scratch his head more than the other. Wanting to know the follow-up, he would often sit in front of the window with his sleeves tucked up and wait for the time to pass and the news to come again.

But I waited from late spring to early summer from late snow and cold winter, and I couldn't wait for any more news about this person.

I always feel that he may have died in some mission, maybe there is no bone left, and I am a person who has nothing to do with it. Although it is okay to use all my strength to save his whole body, I still can't find the best solution. As an excuse, you can only be impetuous for a while and be patient for a day, pondering, and wait and see.

He has always been a person who is not afraid of waiting.

Then, the news finally came——

On a June day in Lieyang, this man was drunk in the gambling house, first he gave away all his money and money, and in the end he lost all his underpants, and was picked up and thrown into the street.This man is still drunk, "Big, big, bet big!" The thugs in the gambling shop laughed at him, "Brother, the clothes are all in bets, why do you want to bet? If you lose again, you can pay your wife?"

"Money, money... I still have money... Do you know who I am?!" The man stood up staggeringly from the ground, holding the wine jar and sticking his tongue out, "I am Xie Changhuan..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a group of thugs flying out of the workshop—who didn't know that this person was No.1 on the reward list?What is valuable is not the three words Xie Changhuan, nor him, but the string of numbers immediately following his name.

Therefore, Killer Xie ran naked for three streets and became a good story that has been passed down through the ages.

Thirteen Xun used to laugh at him about this at the wine table, his words were sarcasm, but he was more familiar with it.

Later, it was golden autumn and cold in October, but it was winter in the north. He rode an unknown breed of horse, but it was extremely fast. The sound of the horse's hooves was like a war drum, and it smashed the ground without mercy. Shining golden light, with fame and fortune at his side, he rushed to the northern ice field in a resplendent all the way.

A page of paper is not enough to describe how he and the wild horse, which is crazier than its master, went to the Northland in a trance.

Holding the page in Su's hand, he turned it slowly.

Only one line of big characters——

Then I heard that this man was having fun on the thin ice riding a horse, stepping on the silver light every step of the way, hearing the ice crack, and then - both of them fell into the water.

He only looked at Wen Fuzhu with a dazed expression, unable to control himself.

In an instant, he seemed to be back in the school when he was young again. He had a clever mind, refused to study the Three Books and Five Classics, refused to imitate the benevolence and righteousness of the sages. The small picture book was flipping through the desk with relish.

At that time, the eldest brother grabbed himself again and again, and once he grabbed and tapped the palm of his hand once, he wiped away his tears and admitted his mistake, turning his head and doing what he should do, so angry that they were all worried about their future.

It is also like this, Wen Fu wished that he had never learned Qinggong since he was a child.

Because they don't teach.

I'm always afraid that if I know a little light work, I won't even be able to go to school, and the roof tiles will be peeled off, the sparrow will be played under the tree, the fish will be fished in the river, and the rabbit will be buried in the grass...

Waiting for the time when we survived the most precarious time of Kaisheng together, Wen Fuzhu was already old.

Arranging troops, conquering the borderlands in the south, annexing the small neighboring countries one after another, expanding the territory, and conquering the territory—by the time he turns around, he will have passed the best age for learning lightness kung fu.

What's more, he felt that he had exhausted all his talents in this life, and after a blissful life, he suddenly felt a little tired.

For example——he can fish in the river again now, and lift tiles from the roof, but, after all, it is hard to find the joy of the past.

Five years ago, after he completely agreed with Xie Changhuan in his heart, he said this to him.

Xie Changhuan laughed loudly. At that time, he was shot in the shoulder with an arrow, and he could tear his wounds when he laughed, but he kept laughing—"So old Wen, are you envious of me? Envy me for being free, envy me for being free When you want to do something, you can do it immediately?"

"Probably so."

At that time, the summer night was cool and the stars were twinkling in the sky. The two of them lay side by side on the roof, too close to the sky, as if they could pick off a few of them and rub them evenly in their hands.

Xie Changhuan cleared his throat, and the wind gently blew the hair of the two of them, entangled in the air endlessly.

Wen Fuzhu could only hear him ask softly, "Then why don't you know, maybe the fish you catch when you go down the river again now will be bigger or more beautiful than the fish you caught back then? So you will have more fun?" "

I was stunned for a moment.

There is no time to refute anything.

Then he could hear the person next to him sucking on the wound that he laughed at just now and hissing firmly, "Wen Fuzhu, even if you have this idea, you must have never actually put it into practice."

Indeed... it is.

Because I have already denied it in my heart before, I can't find this fun again.

But suddenly he grabbed the wrist, said a short sentence, "Get up", and hurriedly turned over and got off the roof.

Wen Fu wished Qinggong not as good as him, and was caught off guard by him, and almost fell, but this man seemed to have expected it, turned around and hugged him, "Ah, ah, it's a pity that one of my arms is injured now. , I’m afraid I won’t be able to hug you, otherwise I’d have another advantage just now.”

There was no blasphemous look on the face that spoke with certainty, but there was only warmth and joy in the eyes.

Until he was pulled out by him like a saifeng and ran wildly for a while, he finally couldn't help but said, "You are..."

"I'm leading you to touch bigger and more beautiful fish. Don't you know that there is a very clear river about eight towns away from our side, and the fish in it are very big and beautiful. Of course, the most important thing is that they taste very delicious.”

Wen Fuzhu only knew to try his best to follow his pace, so as not to overburden him, but he couldn't help being discouraged when he heard the words, stopped, and asked in disbelief, "Eight towns? You're on this big night... "

"My reason for this big night is to lead you across eight towns to catch a fish."

"Chang Huan, I'm not as good at lightness kung fu as you..."

"You don't want to try at my speed, how do you know you won't be able to run overnight? I forgot how many hours it took me before..." After a pause, he hurriedly pulled his melancholy expression Said, "Oh, you don't want to think about it. I bet, after tonight, if you don't need tonight, it will be an hour or two. Maybe this energy will disappear. At that time, even if you run away and touch the fish I’m back, and I’m not looking forward to this moment.”

While holding his hand firmly and leading him to run wildly, he laughed loudly, "Wen Fuzhu, you are finally willing to have fun again."

Looking back, he narrowed his face again, "So sometimes it's not that you didn't do something when you were young, but you can't do anything when you grow up. It also depends on this fresh energy...!"

They didn't make it that night.

Because Xie Changhuan was too concerned about turning around to enlighten him, and didn't pay attention to the strange asynchronous speed of his own feet, in the process of turning his face, his body jumped ten feet away without stopping, and bumped into him without paying attention. In front of the tree trunk, even Wen Fuzhu wanted to pull him and remind him, but he didn't have time to insert it into his mouth.

Under the bright moonlight, Xie Changhuan squatted under the tree silently grabbing grass, clutching his forehead, leaving Wen Fuzhu alone by his side, holding his stomach and bending over with a smile.

I can't wait to be like those gangsters, beating their chests and laughing wildly, but Wen Fuzhu is Wen Fuzhu after all, so he can only wipe his tears while holding his stomach and laugh out of breath. Afraid that Xie Chang Huan would feel too embarrassed, he smiled wildly and patted him on the shoulder with his eyes full of water, "Chang Huan, it's nothing... I'm not laughing at you... Hahahaha...hahaha...haha Haha... I won't laugh at you if I laugh for a while... Hahahaha... No, I can't help it... Haha..."

In the end, he collapsed beside him with a smile. Xie Changhuan still held his forehead and looked up at the sky with a melancholy face—to be honest, he was dizzy now with his head down, and his ears were ringing from Wen Fuzhu's laughter.

At the age of 25, Wen Fu wished to live half a year in his life, and for the first time he laughed so heartily, and he returned with joy.

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