Substitute thought

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The Liu family is a family of military generals. After General Liu came to power, he began to crowd out other families of generals.

The Yan family is one of them.

Last year, the Yan family was driven to the northwest border to station.

At the beginning of spring, Fuyou wrote a letter to Yan Zhi, saying that he was going to collect poems, and he would stop by to see him.

Yan Zhi reckoned that the day was almost over, so he took people outside the city to meet him.

It really came.

Fuyou introduced each other to Huaiyu and Yan Zhi, and the two nodded their heads to say hello.

Then, Yan Zhi took the reins from Fuyou, helped him lead the horse, and led him into the city.

As Yan Zhi walked away, he asked him, "Why did you come out to collect poems? Where are your family members? When did you come out? Did you come out last year?"

Fuyou pursed the corners of his lips, and waited for him to finish asking before nodding his head: "Yeah."

"'Huh' what? Brother asked you something."

"I came out last year, but my family refused, so I came out."

"Why don't you write a letter to your brother? You go out to collect poems by yourself, if you are on the way..."

Huaiyu suddenly said: "He is not alone, I am with him."

Yan Zhi turned his head and met his gaze.

Fuyou touched Huaiyu's sleeve, and Huaiyu tilted his head and smiled at him.

Yan Zhi withdrew his gaze and looked at Fu You again: "Why don't you write a letter to brother?"

Fu You said seriously: "Isn't brother also very busy? Last year, brother was sent here to stay here. I thought it was not a big deal, so I didn't tell him."

Yan Zhi asked him back, "What kind of a big deal is that? Even if it's a big deal, can't my brother settle it?"

The same words as in the previous life.

Fuyou paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's good to come out to collect poems, I feel very comfortable."

Yan Zhi was helpless: "I'm afraid you will be eaten by wild animals."

"No." Fuyou clenched his fists, "I've already mastered the method to drive away wild animals, and they won't come close by lighting a torch."

Of course the Beast doesn't include the one that follows.

Qin Gou also led the horse and followed Fuyou at a distance.

The city where the Yan family was stationed was not big, and they soon arrived at the Yan Mansion.

Before they got close, they heard a burst of hurried footsteps and arguing.

"I don't care, just let Fuyou come. He's not a big shot, so it's fine for brother to accompany him. Why do you have to let me accompany you? I'm going out to ride a horse today..."

Yan Fuyun, the youngest son of the Yan family, walked to the door, and as soon as he turned his head, he met Yan Zhi's serious gaze.

"...Brother." Yan Fuyun shrank his neck, then saw Fuyou, and hurried forward, "Fuyou, you are here. I was going to pick you up just now. Was the journey hard? Our house is not as big as it was in the imperial palace before. The one in the capital is big, but it’s still a bit big, you will get lost, right? I’ll take you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was about to touch Fuyou's hand when Huaiyu squeezed him away.

Huaiyu took Fuyou's hand: "Really? Then I will get lost, please hold me well."

Yan Fuyun lowered his face, turned his head, and suddenly saw who was following behind, stood on tiptoe for a closer look, beamed with joy, and shouted loudly: "His Royal Highness the Southwest King!"

Qin Gou originally followed from a distance, but Yan Fuyun's sharp eyes saw it at a glance.

Yan Fuyun was a servant of the emperor in the palace, so he knew him.

Yan Fuyun immediately regained his spirits, hurriedly greeted everyone to salute, and then stepped forward to greet him.

"I also heard about it in the northwest. Did His Highness wander here? Why didn't you say anything? It seems that we are neglecting."

Qin Gou took half a step aside and turned his gaze to Fuyou.

Fu You took a look at him, then turned to Yan Zhi: "The King of Southwest should have come from Yunyou, so he happened to bump into him."

Yan Zhi looked at him, as if he wanted to confirm the truth of the words, and then stepped forward to salute, politely asking the Southwest King to settle down in the humble house.

The arrival of the Southwest King is a big event for this small town and the Yan family.

So that night, the Yan family held a reception banquet for him.

Fuyou excused that he was tired from the journey, so he didn't go to the banquet, and stayed in his room to sort out the things he would use for picking poems tomorrow.

The weather in the northwest was a bit dry, so Fuyou sat on the couch, took the scissors, and trimmed the edges of the sheepskin roll neatly.

The bamboo slips brought from the imperial capital have been used up, and sheepskin and cowhide are generally used for writing in the northwest.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door: "Fuyou."

"Brother?" Fuyou put down the scissors, put on his shoes on the bed, walked to the door and opened it.

Yan Zhi raised the tray in his hand: "Aren't you hungry? You haven't eaten tonight."

"I asked them to bring me food." Fu You took the food, "Is the banquet over? Brother, do you want to go back later?"

"ended."

So Fuyou turned sideways and let him come in and sit down.

Fuyou put the tray on the table, some sliced ​​mutton, and a pot of milk.

He turned around to wash his hands, Yan Zhi sat down at the seat opposite, and helped him put away the scissors.Fuyou wiped his hands, threw the towel away, and sat back.

Yan Zhi rolled up his sleeves and helped him pour the dipping sauce on the mutton: "It's a common food in the Northwest. I don't know if you are used to eating it. Try it."

Fuyou grabbed the chopsticks and picked up a piece of mutton: "When I came here, I ate it at the herder's house, and I thought it was quite delicious."

"Really?" Yan Zhi withdrew his hand, "Some places in the northwest speak local dialect, do you understand it?"

"It's okay." Fuyou put down his chopsticks, raised his hands, and said with a smile, "If you add hand gestures, you can talk to them."

Yan Zhi smiled: "Then go out to collect poems tomorrow, brother will accompany you?"

"Okay, thank you brother."

After Fuyou ate half a plate of mutton, he felt that it was a bit spicy, so he took a sip of milk from his glass.

Not too fishy, ​​very sweet.

Yan Zhi seemed to say casually, "I'm afraid we haven't seen each other for two years."

"Yeah." Fuyou nodded and said with a smile, "I really miss my brother."

"Really?" Yan Zhi looked at him, "The elder brother asked you, you answer honestly, did the King of Southwest come with you?"

The smile on Fuyou's face gradually disappeared: "...Yes."

Yan Zhi's premonition was really accurate, he and Qin Gou didn't say a word, so it could be seen.

"what happened?"

"He...he treats me..." Fuyou couldn't lie in front of his elder brother at all, "It was love at first sight?"

These are Qin Gou's original words.

"He said he likes me very much, so he has been pestering me. I have clearly refused, but he... I can't help it."

Yan Zhi frowned: "He has been pestering you?"

"Well, recently I've just followed from a distance, and I haven't wandered around in front of me much." Fuyou suddenly thought of something, "By the way, brother, he doesn't live near me, does he?"

"No, it seems that something is wrong. I deliberately let you live far away from him."

Fuyou breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

"Big brother is with you these days."

"Okay, thank you brother."

Early the next morning, Fuyou got up early to collect poems with his bookcase on his back.

Few poetry collectors come to the northwest border, one is too far away, and the other is the language barrier.

It was more convenient for Fuyou to be accompanied by his translator Yan Zhi who had been here for two years.

Yan Zhi was in charge of translation and communication, while Fuyou took a pen and scribbled on the sheepskin. He also wanted to learn some Northwestern dialect.

And Huaiyu, Huaiyu stood beside her with her arms folded, like a supervisor.

When returning in the evening, Fuyou rode on the horse and tugged at Huaiyu's sleeve: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Huaiyu patted him: "You just saw it?"

"Don't be upset, I'll go back and sort out today's poems and sing them to you."

"No." Huaiyu pursed her lips, "You have to learn the words here by yourself, and you can't always ask others to help you."

"I'm already learning." Fu You looked back at Yan Zhi, "Then brother will teach me a little bit tonight."

Huaiyu was stunned: "I didn't let you..." He bit the handkerchief angrily: "Then I have to learn too! Don't even think about abandoning me!"

Fuyou tugged at the reins, and leaned against Yan Zhi again: "I got it, I got it, don't shout so loudly."

Huaiyu almost gritted his silver teeth, and he squeezed out a sentence: "I'm so mad."

The flock of sheep on the grassland in the distance followed his words and yelled "baa".

Yan Zhi smiled, but didn't care about his anger, and took off the grass leaves hanging from Fuyou's hair, and handed the grass leaves in front of Fuyou when he was confused.

That night, Yan Zhi taught Fuyou the Northwest dialect, and Huaiyu sat between the two of them, interjecting from time to time.

"Fuyou, I don't understand this again."

"Fuyou, what is this word?"

"Fuyou..."

Fuyou held his head and squeezed his mouth: "Okay, don't make noise, I've been teaching you to read and write for a month, and you keep asking like this, it seems like I haven't taught you well at all. Wait until my brother is gone, then you can ask me again."

Huaiyu pursed her mouth: "Okay."

Yan Zhi accompanied Fuyou, so Yan Fuyun volunteered to accompany the Southwest King.

In order to please the Southwest King, Yan Fuyun deliberately acted like a baby with his family and asked them to hold a hunting meeting.

It was already summer at this time, and there were prey everywhere on the grassland. It was a good pastime to set up bonfires and tents on the grassland, hunt during the day, and sing and dance at night.

After a few days, the person who kills the most prey will be crowned as a warrior for a whole year.

It's just that the Southwest King doesn't care about all his flattery, and the Southwest King just ignores him.

Qin Gou felt that he should stay far away from Yan Fuyun, and from today onwards, he would avoid suspicion with all living things, especially the brothers of the Yan family.

The only thing Qin Gou was happy about was that Fuyou was also there for this hunting conference.

Fuyou didn't like hunting, so he collected poems outside during the day, and sat by the campfire at night, recording the songs they sang.

Qin Gou rode his horse on the grassland round and round, circling around the camp, looking for Fuyou everywhere.When he sees Fuyou, he will deliberately slow down.

As a result, Yan Fuyun took the opportunity to get close to him, and ran in front of him, blocking his view.

"Your Highness, I have been away from the Imperial Capital for a whole year. Can you tell me about the affairs in the Imperial Capital? I am very worried about my friend. How is Your Majesty? I am also very worried about him."

Qin Gou lowered his face, tilted his head, and said coldly without looking at him, "Go away."

Yan Fuyun turned his head and followed his gaze.

Fuyou was sitting on the grass, surrounded by parchment scrolls, which were pressed down with stones for fear of being blown away by the wind.

The breeze blew past, setting off waves on the grass, and blowing his long hair and sleeves.

He was translating a poem, and Huaiyu and Yanzhi were sitting next to him.

Huaiyu smiled and put straw garlands on him, and put garlands on his hands and feet, but Fuyou didn't care and let him play.

Yan Zhi was talking with him, as if they were discussing how to translate a word into Chinese.

Fuyou glanced down, suddenly noticed something, and said with a smile: "Brother, in Northwest dialect, the Chinese word for 'wife' is called 'Yanzhi'."

Before Yan Zhi turned the corner, Fu You looked at him, suppressed a smile, and repeated again: "Yan Zhi, Yan Zhi."

It was only then that Yan Zhi came to his senses, sat up, and patted his head: "Don't learn serious dialects, just learn these messy things."

Fuyou covered his head and hid behind Huaiyu: "Yan Zhi, do people here know my brother's Chinese name? If everyone calls him brother Yan Zhi..."

"Wow!" Fuyou was taken aback, covered his mouth and snickered, "It's amazing! My brother has become a little daughter-in-law!"

As soon as Yan Zhi stretched out his hand, he was about to grab him, Fuyou leaned to the side, trying to dodge, but one of them couldn't sit still, and rolled down the hillside.

Qin Gou immediately got off his horse and strode forward to catch him.

Fuyou wasn't frightened at all, and rolled down with a smile, throwing up grass clippings.When he sat up, he covered his mouth and sneezed.

His clothes and hair were full of grass clippings, he raised his head with a smile, and waved to the two people on the hillside: "I'm fine, it's fun."

Then a shadow fell over his head, and when he saw Qin Gou standing in front of him, the smile on his face froze suddenly.

Of course Qin Gou saw this obvious change in him, and his heart sank following Fuyou's smile.

He took a few steps back: "I didn't mean it, I just happened to pass by, I'm afraid you'll get hurt."

Fuyou stood up, patted the grass clippings on his body: "I'm fine."

"It's fine, I'm going to continue walking."

"Well, you play slowly."

In just a few words, the content was polite and harmonious, but when the two of them spoke, it was like meeting extremely awkward enemies.

Qin Gou turned and left, Fuyou stood where he was until Huaiyu pounced on him.

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay." Fuyou hugged him and rubbed the grass clippings on him.

Qin Gou left with his back to them. He was so jealous that it was like a mountain torrent erupting.

Suddenly, his eyes went dark, his legs and feet went limp, and he fell to his knees on the ground like this.

People near and far were startled by such a change, and hurriedly gathered around.

Qin Gou knelt on the ground, clutching his forehead. People around him were talking loudly, and he heard someone shouting, "Fuyun, hurry up and find the doctor."

Then he heard someone say: "Fuyou, come and give me a hand."

Fuyun, Fuyou...

Fuyou...

Qin Gou covered his head, and suddenly remembered that in his previous life, he hadn't completed the task of reciprocating until the end.

"Reciprocate" task: choose a person who has been kind to you, and repay him.

Remarks: The greater the kindness, the more points you get.To repay the life-saving grace, you can get up to [-] points.

He only remembered that when he was still an unfavored prince, one time, at a hunting meeting in the hunting ground, he fell off his horse and someone rescued him.

When he was in a coma, he vaguely heard someone shouting "Fuyun".

But in his previous life, he spared Yan Fuyun's life, but he didn't complete this task.

Perhaps what he heard was not "Fuyun" at all.

So who is the person who really saved his life?Who was the one who saved him?

"Fuyou" and "Fuyun" sound so similar.

Qin Gou's eyes were dark, but he was able to grasp Fuyou's hand accurately.

Fuyou called him: "Qin Gou?"

Qin Gou felt as if he was about to grab something. That was the proof that he and Fuyou were a natural match. The grace of saving life was promised by the body. This is the truth determined by God. of a pair.

But it was also at this time that he completely lost consciousness.

"His Royal Highness is young and vigorous, and suddenly he is angry and bloody, and his anger is overwhelming..."

Qin Gou listened indistinctly, thinking that what he said was quite right, he was "burning with jealousy".

The emotional expression of the beast is always externalized. He cannot learn the implicit expression of human beings, and he will never learn to hide his emotions.

So he became the first puppy in the world who was so jealous that he fell to the ground.

Then he heard the doctor continue: "I think His Royal Highness has been running around for days and is exhausted, and he hasn't slept well these days, so he must be a bit strong."

In the tent, when the doctor was talking, Fuyou was sitting by the side, and Qin Gou held his hand tightly, so he couldn't move away.

He knew that Qin Gou's routine was like this, sleeping all day, and then not sleeping for two or three days in a row.

And Qin Gou suffered from insomnia very seriously.

The doctor said again: "I will give His Highness a prescription for sleeping and calming the nerves, together with some soothing incense, so that His Highness won't be stimulated again for a while, uh... I dare to ask, did something happen just now?"

Fuyou paused: "I don't know."

"Then let His Highness rest in peace for a while, and don't go out, so as not to encounter something and make His Highness angry."

Fuyou responded, "Yes."

When the doctor went out to prescribe the medicine, Qin Gou was already fully awake. He found that he was still holding onto Fuyou's hand, his eyebrows skipped a beat, and he refused to relax, but instead held on tightly.

What a rare contact, to be cherished.

Qin Gou grabbed his hand, still wanting more, turned over with his eyes closed, and took Fuyou's hand into his arms.

Fuyou said calmly: "His Highness is awake."

Qin Gou paused, then slowly let go of Fuyou's hand.

He whispered: "Fuyou, I'm so jealous, I'm very jealous."

Fuyou paused for a moment: "The doctor said 'anger strikes the heart', are you deaf?"

Yes, he is deaf, and he heard "anger burning heart" as "jealousy burning heart", and he might hear "helping you" as "fuyun" when he was injured.

Qin Gou suddenly came to his senses, sat up abruptly, and grabbed Fuyou's hand: "Fuyou, we are made for each other, this is set..."

Only then did he see that Huaiyu and Yanzhi were behind Fuyou.

He sternly said: "Get out." Then he looked at Fuyou and softened his tone: "Fuyou, I have something very important to tell you."

It's about their future.

Fuyou took a deep breath, turned around and said to the two people: "Brother, Huaiyu, go out and wait for me."

Yan Zhi was still a little worried, so he asked him a few words before leaving.

As soon as they left, Qin Gou came to his senses immediately: "Fuyou, I was so stupid. I admitted the wrong person. There is a line of notes for the task of 'returning peaches and plums', saying that you can get [-] points for saving a life. A promise, right? I know, it's an old saying, I've heard it before."

"This is not an old saying, I have never heard of it." Fuyou said helplessly, "Qin Gou, what do you want to say?"

"I also read the story of the mermaid. I read it when I was in elementary school. The mermaid saved the emperor, but the credit was taken away by others."

Fuyou was puzzled: "Huh?"

Qin Gou said seriously: "I know, this is the plot set by the control center, and the grace of saving life should be promised with your body, but I'm too stupid, I recognized the wrong person, and I messed up the set plot."

Fu You tried to understand what he meant: "You want to say, you have hired the wrong person for the task of 'repaying the favor'? The person you want to repay is not Yan Fuyun, but someone else?"

"Yes, you were the one who saved me, right? I misheard 'Fuyou' as 'Fuyun', right?"

Fuyou looked at him expectantly, and didn't know why he had such a ridiculous idea.

Fuyou said firmly: "I remember everything I have done, Qin Gou, I never saved you."

"You must have forgotten it. The Little Mermaid will forget it. In fact, you saved me. We are a natural pair. No one else is a good match for you. This is the setting of the plot."

"I really didn't save you, you are really admitting the wrong person now."

Qin Gou said firmly: "Impossible, this must be set."

Fuyou tried to withdraw his hand: "You seem to be in a daze, do you want to drink some water to calm down?"

"Don't." Qin Gou hugged him violently, pleading unconsciously in his tone, "I don't care, this is the setting of the plot, you saved me, I will be with you, this is It is stipulated."

Fuyou was hugged tightly by him, and the two of them were close to each other. Through the material of the clothes, Fuyou could almost hear Qin Gou's heartbeat so violently that it was about to jump out of his chest.

But Fuyou still insisted: "Qin Gou, I never saved you. Before I entered the palace to present a poem, I never even met you. Let go."

Qin Gou was about to cry, he shook his head like a big dog, buried his head on Fuyou's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "No, it's set, we should be together, I Don't let go." "Do you believe in the setting of the plot? If you believe in the setting, you should be your werewolf in the last days, not here; if I believe in the setting, I shouldn't be here either."

"I do not care."

"Why are you starting to believe this kind of stuff now?"

"I can't compare to them." Qin Gou panicked, "Fuyou, that Huaiyu, and Yan Zhi, I can't compare to them. You got too close to them and ignored me. I feel like I'm going to lose." Yes. But we are made for each other, this is the truth set by this small world, so I will be with you."

It turned out to be the case.

He was looking for a reason why Fuyou had to be with him.

Qin Gou's weird ideas once again exceeded Fuyou's expectations.

Fuyou was helpless: "But I never saved you, and I don't believe in this truth."

Qin Gou hugged him tightly: "No, you are a tasker, so you have to believe it."

Fu You found that he couldn't explain clearly to him, so he could only say: "Let go first."

"No..." Looking down to see his face, Qin Gou carefully withdrew his hand, "Okay."

Fu You looked at him: "I've made it clear. I remember everything I did very clearly. I never saved you. You don't need to use that 'truth' to oppress others. I think you should go back and rest early."

He was referring back to the control center.

Qin Gou looked at him pitifully: "I won't go back." He hesitated for a while, and finally made up his mind: "Fuyou, if you like, you can talk to Huaiyu or Yanzhi first... I can be young."

Qin Gou's wonderful idea.

The author has something to say: the world's first jealous dog that fell into a coma

In terms of educational knowledge and ability, Qingou belongs to the authoritative stage, aged 5-8, obeying external rules

Of course, Pang Pangsheng can’t write clichéd plots like The Little Mermaid at all, it’s not Huhu who saved him

感谢在2021-11-0414:00:30~2021-11-0515:44:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: Indigenous in the Arctic Circle, Ruofeng 1;

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