Xi Shijing

The night was getting darker.Yuan Ji's face turned red in a daze.He really couldn't predict Qiao Weixian's actions that night, and for the first time he was taken aback in front of Qiao Weixian.

"I'm not as good as before. I don't have the face to tell you this kind of thing now." Qiao Weixian didn't raise his eyes, as if he had woken up from his indulgence, and retracted into Yuanji's arms: "I'm I can't help you, and I can't make decisions for you. But, but I..."

He seemed to want to find some remaining benefits of himself, but he blushed, but couldn't find it.

At this very moment, Yuan Ji's arms held him upright, and his eyes seemed to be covered with mist:

"What could I help you in the past? What did I do for you?" Yuan Ji lowered his face and pressed Qiao Weixian's shoulder, quite solemnly: "Good Weixian, don't say such things."

This title made Qiao Weixian's ears turn red.He rubbed Yuan Ji's collar back and forth, and finally gradually calmed down.Crying and laughing, fighting and fighting that night, only at this moment, some confusion and worry appeared:

"Going forward, I only learn to do the superficial things. Even if I do it again, where do I start? Who will help me with this trouble?"

Yuan Ji felt it, and somehow understood it in his heart.If you start at the wrong head and worship at the wrong hall, it will be fatal.

"Sergeant Ma," Yuan Ji said tentatively: "He came to visit me before. He wanted me to heal my wounds, and then go to his subordinates. It can be seen that it is not monolithic."

Qiao Weixian's eyelashes drooped, and he listened: "He and my father are old friends."

Yuan Ji nodded: "If you have this plan, I will definitely go around to find out the news for you."

When Qiao Weixian heard this, it didn't seem very useful, but he was really happy in his heart.He stretched out his fingers, and then closed them carefully: "I used to beg me, but now I am begging him." Qiao Weixian let out a long breath: "Human feelings are cold and warm, and I don't necessarily buy it."

Yuan Ji shook his hand: "Are you afraid of the cold?"

Qiao Weixian's heart loosened, he squeezed Yuanji's hand tightly, and fell into his arms: "I originally wanted to see my jokes..."

Yuan Ji held his waist, feeling that he hadn't done anything yet, looking forward and backward would only increase his troubles, so he laughed loudly: "Let's try. If you can't do it, then forget it! If you don't regret it, sell it with me." Go Liu Kuangzi! I will never starve you to death, and I will never dislike you. In this way, I will go to the police station during the day, and you will be at home. If you are clumsy and slow, it is called little sparrow weaving. Look at it. That's fine. If you get tired of watching, I'll rub your eyes when I come back at night." After saying that, he raised his hand and rubbed Qiao Weixian's face: "Otherwise, I'll sell water? I'll sell two less Bucket, put you on the car board..."

Qiao Weixian originally laughed twice when he heard the call, but when he looked at Yuan Ji, he couldn't smile comfortably.

He squeezed his fist and beat Yuan Ji twice: "Fuck you, I won't weave willow baskets for you!"

If he was the only one, even if he ended up in such a mess, it wouldn't matter much.But at this moment, in the vast ambition he had for Yuan Ji, he was not allowed to be an asshole.

Qiao Weixian wanted to speak, but he was afraid that his great wish would not be fulfilled, so he pursed his mouth for a long time, put his head on it, and remained silent.

He remained silent, Yuan Ji stroked his hair, but at this moment he felt the same way as Qiao Weixian:

His legs were already numb from Qiao Weixian's sitting.

Qian Youfang opened the door of Qiao Weixian's bedroom the next day, and was shocked: Qiao Weixian was sitting on the bedside.He raised his eyes and saw Qian Youfang, and said softly, "You're here."

Qian Youfang let go of the doorknob, and the doorknob knocked back with a clang in the morning light.Qian Youfang thought that Qiao Weixian had lost his nerve completely, so he couldn't sleep: "Master, you..." He looked around, glanced at the shoes by the bed: Yuan Ji didn't stay overnight.

Qiao Weixian's eyes were bloodshot, her cheeks were thin, and she looked mad and pitiful: "Go and sell all the stuff in the building."

Qian Youfang thought he was right!He approached the bed: "Master, Yuan Ji, what's the matter with you? What's the matter?"

Qiao Weixian blinked his eyes away, then blinked back quickly, and frowned, "Say something—give me back the money from the sale, I'm going to visit the antique market in the near future."

"Why, what are you doing there?"

Qiao Weixian felt that Qian Youfang was talking a lot of nonsense: "What are you doing?" His white face gradually turned red, "I will show my filial piety to Sergeant Ma!" He stretched out his arms to Qian Youfang: "Help me up. "

Qian Youfang stared in confusion. Not long ago, when Qiao Weixian got out of bed, he had to procrastinate: "Master," Qian Youfang touched his face, "No, this, master, where are you going when you get up?"

Qiao Weixian said in a good voice: "Where are you going? Wash your face and eat! The preface doesn't match the postscript, I think you are crazy!"

Wash your face and eat!

Yes, I have to wash my face and eat!Qian Youfang opened his mouth wide, and hastily picked up Qiao Weixian from the bed.