Lian Jun

From now on, defender Chi Qi's life is going well.

If he lived in Feiya Mountain Villa, he would personally send the dedicated shopkeeper Jiang back to the city to open his shop in the morning.He was still riding the same horse, and shopkeeper Jiang didn't want to fly away by himself, but it was difficult to ride the horse because he had more energy than he wanted.

Naturally, everything is thanks to the master Shaozhuang.

It was also used in the villa earlier, and Mrs. Wei's gimmick delivered it to the yard where the two of them lived in different ways.He never showed his face, turned a blind eye, and pretended that his son was gone.

A thoughtful son is like poured water.

It doesn't matter if you don't see it, Madam Wei often comforts herself like this.

If nothing happened in the village that day, the young owner would come to Yunzhou city and live directly in the single-yard hut behind the rouge shop.Strange to say, this person lives at the back of the store, but the door opens later than usual.Shopkeeper Jiang often overslept, and when he was washing with his waist supported, it was the owner of the young village who opened the door.

A few guys outside said hello familiarly, knowing that this is the shopkeeper's own family, they simply helped, sweeping and showing off.

Shopkeeper Jiang also served as the accountant, standing behind the nanmu counter, clattering his abacus.After standing for a while, I couldn't help frowning.With a guilty conscience, Wei Chixi helped him up from behind, and then the tall counter blocked his view, rubbing his waist for him.

The thin-skinned shopkeeper Xiao Jiang told him not to make trouble, just bring a chair.

"I don't..." Wei Chiqi pressed his ear and acted like a baby with him.

The voice is very small, but the affection is very strong.

When he got more and more aggressive, the tall and burly young master almost hung on to the weak little son, stuck so tightly that he couldn't get rid of him.

Shopkeeper Jiang had no choice but to go through yesterday's accounts in a hurry, and took people out for breakfast.Wei Chiqi was led by him, but he was honest, smiling, and went wherever he was led.

The clerk in the shop lowered his head for a long time before he could finally raise his head, rubbed his neck in unison, and then pretended nothing happened.

The shopkeeper has nothing to say to them, and the young owner often helps out, and the salary is doubled on New Year's Day, and the young owner also receives generous gifts.As for the rest, what does it matter?

Just keep your head down and keep silent.

Jian Jian ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles in front of a canopy stall on the street, and Jiang Tang took a sip of hot soup with the bowl, recovering from the cold morning in late autumn.Putting down the bowl, he saw the person on the opposite side resting his elbow on his cheek, staring at him with a smile on his face.

The young master was stared at for a long time, he took out the handkerchief from his sleeve in doubt, wiped the corners of his mouth, spread it out to see, there was nothing on it.

Then he asked him what he was looking at, and Wei Chiqi replied generously, he would look at it if it looked good, and added with great sincerity: "Our young master looks good in everything, and he can't get enough of it."

Owner Wei Shao, who traveled around since he was young, has never read any poetry, has no elegance in his belly, and doesn't know how to twist and turn.The most important thing is that there is a clear distinction between likes and dislikes. If you like something, you will love it passionately to the end.Therefore, it is straightforward to speak, and it is even more straightforward to express one's heart, and the words of love should be spoken in vernacular.

He never felt nauseous himself, he only knew that he should say what was on his mind.

It's not love words, but his truth.

On the other hand, Jiang Tang, who is shy and docile on the outside and has endured for more than ten years, has known since he was a prince to hide his emotions and avoid accidents.Unexpectedly, there are some branches in the world that people can't help pruning and avoiding, but they are very unreasonable, and they jump into people's hearts without warning, and they can't push them out and they are hooked and can't escape.

In the end, in the bottom of my heart, the sprouts sprouted, the branches and leaves flourished, and flowers full of hope bloomed.

Facing Wei Chiqi, he didn't pretend to be shy and acted helplessly.But really, for this person, for this never-before-seen love, my heart beats endlessly.

So when I heard this clear confession at the stall in Qingtian Bairi, I still couldn't help it, first my ears were red, and then my face was red again.

Wei Chiqi's liking has always been straightforward and passionate.

Let him be full of irresistible, throbbing and throbbing.

After two months, it is winter in Yunzhou.

Wei Chixi didn't want his young master to go back to the shop in the city against the wind every morning, so he just came to see him after finishing his daily business.

On an ordinary winter day, Wei Chiqi stood in front of the Rouge shop on West Street, and asked a man to tie up his horse.He took off his bamboo hat, shook off the snow, and stepped in.But he didn't see the considerate young master who was waiting for him in the past and brought a cup of hot tea for him to drink quickly.

"Where's your shopkeeper?" Wei Chixi asked, rubbing his hands and letting out a breath of white air.After warming up, he took off his cloak and put it on the armchair next to him.

Hearing that the guy said he was busy in the backyard, he hurried in without waiting for him to finish talking about what he was busy with.

As soon as I entered the hut, the fire inside was as warm as March.On the couch in the room, apart from the young master he had been thinking about day and night, there were a few other people sitting on the couch, who were also held in Jiang Tang's arms.

"Brother Chi Qi." Jiang Tang saw the person coming, his eyes lit up, and his hands stopped moving.

When Wei Chiqi strode in menacingly, the little baby in Jiangtang's arms also sat upright vigilantly, but he still clenched the sleeve of Jiangtang who was holding him tightly with one hand, pursed his mouth and stared at him like a bluffing real Terrified kitten.

The one in Jiang Tang's arms was indeed a child, whether it was big or small.Wei Chiqi wasn't sure how old he was, but he still stepped forward to lift him out of Jiangtang's arms.

As expected, he was bitten hard.

Before Jiang Tang could stop it, he saw the hand that his brother Chi Qi had just stretched out, with two rows of teeth marks on the upper and lower sides of the tiger's mouth, which were clearly visible, red and deep.

I feel sorry for the one in front of me, and worry about the one in my arms.

Wei Chixi gasped in pain, covered his hands and realized that what kind of kitten was clearly a little wolf dog.

At this time, the biting little wolf dog was staring at him viciously, so he hugged Jiangtang tightly as if protecting the food while staring at him, letting the young owner Jiti slip away, using the force that the pup had just bit him, mercilessly spank his ass.

"Where did you come from such a little devil?" Wei Chiqi asked unhappily, and sat down next to his little son with his hands covered, and there was some grievance in his words.

The little boy confessed honestly: "I picked it up."

"Picked it up?" Wei Chiqi was suspicious.

Really picked it up, just last night.It was snowing heavily in Yunzhou City, and the snow on the ground was three or four feet deep.Jiang Tang was afraid that the snow would make it difficult to walk, so he sent the guys home early, and he was fine keeping a small shop by himself.Until nightfall, when there were no guests for a day, they planned to close the door and lock the keys.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I went out, I saw a half-grown child shrunk in the corner next to the wall of his shop, dressed in rags, his arms and legs exposed in the bitter cold wind.I don't know how long I have been hiding there, but my feet have been buried in the snow, and the top of my head is also covered with thick snow.

Jiang Tang immediately went out and carried the man in.It was as if a lump of ice was wrapped in his arms, but it was light and light. This child was frighteningly thin.Being hugged by Jiang Tang all the way, I thought there was no response, but I heard him sobbing softly and calling "Mother" mournfully.

Jiang Tang's heart twitched, and he carried the child into the house.

He boiled hot water to wipe his body, and fed two bowls of thickly boiled ginger soup before he woke up leisurely.Fortunately, he was lucky and didn't have a fever, otherwise Jiang Tang would not know where to call a doctor for him in the middle of the night.The clothes were too much to wear, so Jiang Tang gave him his winter jacket.After wiping his face clean, he realized that the child's complexion was extremely fair, his nose bridge was straight, his brow bones were distinct, and his eye sockets were also deep. He was very different from the people from the Central Plains.There are also a pair of green eyeballs, and the hair is black but curly at the ends, which should be of the blood of foreigners.

Jiang Tang didn't know if he could understand Zhongyuan's words, so he slowly talked to him, asking where he lived and where were his parents?

The boy stared at Jiangtang for a while with his green eyes wide open in the candlelight, and said from his pale lips: "No home, everyone is dead."

The Central Plains language is not fluent, and there is a little foreign accent.It's just that the child's expression was so solemn and numb that Jiang Tang couldn't bear to see it.

I took his hand and found frostbite on it, so I couldn't help but feel lighter, and asked him softly, "How old are you?"

"Ten years old."

ten years old?Jiang Tang was slightly surprised. Seeing his small stature, he thought he was less than eight years old.It seemed that he had suffered a lot, so he asked his name again.

"He, Ann." He slowly pronounced his name, then bowed his head and said, "Mother said, Ann, it's safe, Ann."

Jiang Tang knows best the involuntary feeling of being exiled outside with the pain, desperately wanting to live, but under the general situation, he can only be like a rootless duckweed floating in the wind and rain, longing for a support. , and afraid that the support will disperse too quickly.

He gently told He'an: "If you have nowhere to go, just stay."