Zhou Yan

When Shen Xian got off the carriage, Madam was startled, thinking that some big ball had rolled down, until the fat ball jumped down, shook the ashes on its buttocks, and jumped to her.

"Mother, isn't it cold, stand outside?"

There are round eyes under the fox fur hat, and it looks like a cub of her family.

"Waiting for you!" Madam patted Shen Xian's head: "Why are you wearing so many, this cloak is not yours?"

Shen Xian raised his hand to show her the robe inside the cloak: "Brother Zhou's, it looks good!"

"Looks good, the clothes are all ready," Madam led Shen Xian and left: "Go have dinner with Mother."

"Where are you going?" Shen Xian was a little dazed, the gate was in front of him, why go to the street for dinner?

"Go and have dinner with Mrs. Liu, Dong Zang is also here, you two can play together."

"I have nothing to do with that wax gourd." Shen Xian immediately raised the alarm, and refused to go forward: "She is too delicate, we can't play together."

"How can you say that about a girl?" Shen Xian was hit moderately, and the wife dragged Shen Xian: "If you talk more, you will have something to play with. If you don't try it, how will you know it's not fun."

"It's just not fun." No matter how the Madam dragged it, Shen Xian couldn't drag it. He was lucky and stalked on the spot: "I won't go, she only knows how to cry, and she can't stop."

"When did you cry, the little girl from the Liu family smiled when she saw me, she smiled sweetly, what a cute child," Madam advised softly, "Xianer is obedient, go with mother, there is nothing to be shy about."

Shy as hell, Shen Xian dragged his mother back, and persuaded him: "I smile at you too, see if my smile is sweet or not, our own children don't look at it, and go all the way to see what other people's children are doing, mother Be obedient, I will give you a laugh when you go home."

"You child," Shen Xian's cloak was about to be ripped off by the madam. The madam looked weak and her hands were quite strong: "If you don't obey me, I'll call your father to see if your father beats you."

Shen Xian felt that this day would be too much for him to get through, and his father would be beaten if he couldn't keep it.

"Mother, I remembered that brother Zhou left something here, I'll go change my clothes first!"

Taking advantage of his mother's distraction, Shen Xian used some ingenuity and slipped away from his wife like a slippery loach.

"Excuse me, let's go to your son's house." Shen Xian climbed into the carriage and rode Juechen, setting off thick smoke billowing all the way.

When Madam covered her mouth and nose and looked again, there was no trace of that bastard.

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"you……"

Zhou Mingchao stared at Shen Xian at the door in a daze for a moment, and wanted to ask why Shen Xian came back, but he didn't say anything. He found that the time Shen Xian left was only the time he sat on the chair.

He wanted to relax a little bit.

Then he saw Shen Xian approaching.

"Brother Zhou, let me tell you." Shen Xian ran a little hot, hugged the cloak in his arms, stretched his legs in front of Zhou Mingchao's desk, and sat down on the table again: "My mother has been really serious lately. I'm a little free, wouldn't it be good to embroider and make clothes at home? Or converse with my father on poems, and enjoy the flowers. You must drag me to have dinner with the little girl from the Liu family."

"You know the second miss of the Liu family, right? On the day we walked around the lake last time, my mother asked me to go behind the rockery."

Shen Xian was a little thirsty as he spoke, gathered the cloak in his arms again, and leaned over to grab the cup in Zhou Mingchao's hand, but his hands were short and he was overdressed, so he couldn't bend down at all, and it was extremely difficult for him to hold a cup.

"I know."

Zhou Mingchao handed him the cup. In fact, he didn't hear what Shen Xian was saying. His words and deeds were all based on instinct.

Zhou Mingchao looked at Shen Xian sitting on his desk, half of his sideways face was picturesque, and he had no time to think about other things.

"That girl is not as tall as my chin, and when I play with her, I'm afraid I'll slap her to the ground and make a hole."

After Shen Xian finished drinking the water, he passed the cup forward: "One more cup."

Zhou Mingchao refilled his tea: "There is no reason, why are you photographing people?"

"I didn't think about patting her, I just thought about it." The tea cup was a little hot, and Shen Xian held it in his hand to warm his hands: "If you make her cry, maybe she hates me, and when the two meet again in the future, I won't come if I'm annoyed." gone."

The boy on the table was wearing an oversized robe, holding a celadon cup in his hand, his slender, white fingers had well-defined knuckles, and he smiled, looking extraordinarily elegant against the sparse branches outside the window.

"Then you..." Zhou Mingchao looked at the young man's beautiful lips opening and closing, but Shen Xian didn't hear a single word: "That's fine."

"Really!" Shen Xian laughed: "Then I'll beat her up next time, harder!"

As soon as the cold wind blew, Zhou Mingchao became more awake. He blinked and looked away from Shen Xian's face: "Who are you going to beat?"

"Beat Liu Dongzang!" Shen Xian raised his fist, excitedly: "Beat until she cries!"

Shen Xian was so aggressive that Zhou Mingchao was a little startled: "You are still young, you..."

"I'm still young! I'm four years younger than you!" Shen Xian couldn't hear Zhou Mingchao speaking for others, so he interrupted him with a vicious voice: "Why do you always turn to outsiders, I'm not your favorite person! "

Even if the young man is angry, he is like a toothless kitten, which has no deterrent effect at all. Zhou Mingchao thinks Shen Xian's way of baring his teeth and claws is a bit cute, and suddenly there is a faint sense of sadness in his heart. How do you know what liking is?

Zhou Mingchao leaned over and took the cup in Shen Xian's hand. The tea in it was already cold. He wanted to pour some hot water for Shen Xian, but the cup was so full of water that there was only one teacup in his room. Zhou Ming Chao didn't know what he was thinking, he lowered his head and drank half of the herbal tea in the cup, then added hot tea and handed it to Shen Xian.

Shen Xian watched Zhou Mingchao drink tea, then watched him mix water into the teacup and pass it to himself.

Leng Leng took the cup and took a sip of Shen Xian: "..."

Brother Zhou has a problem! ! !

Although Shen Xian didn't dislike Zhou Mingchao, he felt that Zhou Mingchao's behavior was really unimaginable. Shen Xian was too shocked, so he took another sip of tea to suppress his shock.

"That!" Zhou Mingchao looked at his hands, sat up straight in an instant, and leaned on an iron plate stiffly on the wooden chair: "You..."

"It's all right." Shen Xian immediately expressed empathy that he didn't care: "Brother Zhou, are you still thirsty? There's more."

Shen Xian handed over the cup very graciously.

Zhou Mingchao lowered his eyes, he could only see the ink stained rice paper on the table and Shen Xian's clothes hanging on the table, with Shen Xian's swaying feet, the hem of the clothes fluttered in the air, like a A blue butterfly fluttered in the wind and rain. Zhou Mingchao lived alone in the yard for many years without feeling bored. Seeing such a beautiful butterfly, he felt his chest was tight and he couldn't breathe.

For the first time, he had a strong rush to grab the butterfly and make it his own, but there was an iron chain behind the butterfly, which was connected to its neck, and the iron chain was stuck in the white In the fog, if Zhou Mingchao wanted to take it away, he didn't know what the butterfly would look like.

"No, you drink." He didn't dare to look at the hem of the clothes at the corner of the table, and Zhou Mingchao didn't dare to look at Shen Xian's face again. Zhou Mingchao clutched his palms, this feeling was uncomfortable, he felt his back was sweating.

"Brother Zhou!"

Shen Xian suddenly lay down on the table, and approached Zhou Mingchao fiercely. This child was completely ignorant of the hard work others endured, and only knew how to do things according to his own will.

Shen Xian carefully looked at Zhou Mingchao's face, and worried: "Are you sick?"

Shen Xian's face suddenly enlarged, and Zhou Mingchao smelled the familiar scent of melon fruit, and his breathing was about to stop, but the person in front of him didn't notice it, and with a pair of bright eyes open, he even stretched out his hand to stick to his cheek. on the forehead!

Zhou Mingchao's eyelashes trembled.

Shen Xian withdrew his hand and touched his forehead again: "There is nothing wrong with my touch, brother Zhou, do you feel any discomfort?"

Zhou Mingchao looked at him, his voice a little hoarse: "No."

After a pause, Zhou Mingchao raised his hand and pointed at Shen Xian's body with difficulty: "You press it, the paper is gone, and there is ink under it."

"Oh oh oh!" Shen Xian backed away, moved on the table, then kicked his legs and jumped to the ground.

Shen Xian leaned on the table and looked at him: "Brother Zhou, are you really alright?"

Zhou Mingchao sat on the chair calmly: "It's fine."

Shen Xian was dubious and worried: "If you have something to discuss with me, don't be bored in your heart. My mother said that you developed this temperament because you didn't say anything in the past few years."

Zhou Mingchao had already started to smooth out the white paper that was crumpled by Shen Xian. He pressed the paperweight on it, and dipped his pen in ink: "Yes."

Shen Xian stared at Zhou Mingchao for a while, seeing that he raised his sleeves to write, his handwriting was neat and neat, thinking that nothing would happen, so he wandered around Zhou Mingchao's room with his hands behind his back.

After a while, I looked at the books on the shelf, and turned through the books sorted into categories. The art of war and the book of songs were put together, and the biographies and poems were put together.

Shen Xian flipped through a few books, and the more he looked at it, the more painful his head became: "Brother Zhou, do you still read Art of War?"

Zhou Mingchao concentrated on practicing calligraphy: "If you have nothing to do, just look through it."

"Oh."

Shen Xian stuffed the book back again, and saw the bonsai in the corner of the room in a blink of an eye, and pulled out a few leaves, and the middle one was bald.

"Brother Zhou, what kind of tree is this?"

Zhou Mingchao seemed to have fallen into the world of calligraphy practice, and he said without raising his head, "Rime."

"Oh."

Shen Xian inserted the leaves back, and there were a few vertical leaves inside a horizontally spread green leaf, which was very abrupt.

After Shen Xian finished watching the bonsai, he went to look at the table setting. He had read all the jade and stone carvings on the cabinet. There was nothing in the room that he hadn't observed carefully. Going further inside was the bedroom, Brother Zhou's private place. It was difficult for Shen Xian to go in, and Shen Xian returned to the front of the bonsai, and a few green leaves fell off, he was a little tired.

Zhou Mingchao wrote a few words very well at first under Shen Xian's gaze, but as soon as Shen Xian looked away, the words under his hand became ink blobs one after another, and he couldn't make out what the words were, he was a little tired.

In a room, two people are full of thoughts, both seem to be serious people, pretending to be more tired than anyone else.

Zhou Mingchao couldn't hold it any longer, put the pen back on the shelf, folded the stain and put it aside: "Aren't you going home?"

Shen Xian was a little shy: "Aren't you telling me to leave after dinner?"

The author has something to say:

Let's all dress up together.

Shen Xian grabbed the crying bonsai: "Brother Zhou, your house is really big!"

Zhou Mingchao wrote badly: "Yes."