Zhou Yan

Honghu is one year younger than Shen Xian. Although he usually eats and is lazy, likes to be greedy for petty gains and is stupid and stupid. If he wants to be lazy, people will see through him at a glance, but he will never hide anything from Shen Xian. Even if Shen Xian goes out, he will keep it. He will notify Shen Xian before the city lord gets angry and tell him to run quickly. Shen Xian ran quickly.

Looking at Honghu's colorful face, Shen Xian thought more and more and became more and more angry. He punched him and still couldn't help himself. He grabbed Wang Dongyue's neck with one hand, and at the same time kicked him at his knee with his right foot. Wang Dongyue fell to the ground, and Shen Xian still restrained him. His neck didn't loosen, and Wang Dongyue couldn't breathe for a moment, and his face quickly flushed red.

"Dog thing, I really think of myself as a human being when I talk to you well," Shen Xian shook his dizzy head, and said in a vicious voice with force on his hands: "Dare to take people here in broad daylight and beat them up? Human, you, you have the ability to single out! What are you doing with so many people, are you afraid that your enemies will retaliate when you go out alone. Believe it or not, I will kill you!"

The two of them were very close, and Shen Xian moved too fast, before Wang Dongyue's servant could react, their young master had already been subdued under Shen Xian's hands, and he was stunned for a while, not knowing what to do.

The one with color immediately pinched Honghu's neck: "Quickly let go of our young master!"

Shen Xian looked up at the servant, smiled, lowered his head and approached Wang Dongyue, and said in a low voice: "When you were 16 years old, I saw you walking out of a farmhouse, and there was a little beauty holding a child inside. Uncle Wang has always been strict about the beautiful scene of a loving mother and son being filial, I wonder if he knows it!"

Wang Dongyue's pupils shrank sharply: "You..."

Wang Dongyue is three years older than Shen Xian. When the two of them were still messing around together, Shen Xian was young, and at most he was just a teaser. Wang Dongyue looked like a real boy. He didn't do anything with Shen Xian. , most of them are hateful and disgusting.

He looked at Shen Xian in fear, and it was rumored that Young Master Shen lost his memory after bumping his head, and changed his smoggy temperament, but how could he remember what happened a few years ago!

Wang Dongyue remembered that when he came out of Zhuangzi, Shen Xian stood at the door and smiled at him: "Old Wang, Jin Wozangjiao?"

Wang Dongyue patted him on the head at that time: "I don't know much about Jin Nang Zangjiao before my ears, don't say you missed it, don't go back and talk nonsense if you heard it."

Wang Dongyue's father was a scholar from a respectable family. He had been in the officialdom for a few years because of his fame. He is the most upright, but he gave birth to a son who is useless, and he often beats and scolds him on weekdays. If he knows about this Zhuangzi, I am afraid that Master Wang will grow old and strong immediately, and beat him to death in front of the ancestor's tablet.

"It seems that my sister-in-law is still living there!" Shen Xian understood Wang Dongyue's appearance, and he patted the unlucky Wang Dongyue on the shoulder: "Don't be afraid of Lao Wang, it's your business, I'll take you out of this alley." I don’t remember, it’s okay!”

"Look at you, who are you showing this look of bitterness and hatred!" Shen Xian let go of his hand, and put his arms around the gloomy Wang Dongyue's shoulder: "Obviously you brought a group of people to surround me and Da Mao, Why do I seem to have suffered a lot of grievances, okay, it’s getting dark, and I won’t tell you, I still have sweet potatoes roasting in my house, it should be mushy by now.”

They were a little far away from the family members, and Shen Xian was talking next to Wang Dongyue's head, his voice was low and low, they just saw Shen Xian bowed his head and said something, Wang Dongyue seemed to pinch his weakness and stopped moving. Wang Dongyue's face became more and more unsightly, but Shen Xian's mood became better. Finally, Wang Dongyue's face turned white and blue, and he raised his head, forcing out a few words from his mouth.

"Let people go."

When Wang Dongyue left, his feet were still a little soft, and he was left with one hand supported by his servants. Before leaving, he even looked back.

"Shen Xian, you really..."

"Prince Wang," Shen Xian smiled and waved at him: "Don't worry, I won't tell Uncle Wang what happened today."

Wang Dongyue looked at the smiling Shen Xian, and felt that not only half of his face was beaten by him, but also his heart began to hurt suddenly. The servant helped Wang Dongyue to leave.

"Da Mao, you're home."

Honghu was still standing against the wall: "Master."

"Don't cry, Da Mao," Shen Xian comforted him, "I'll buy you two big pies later, and add two servings of meat!"

"No," Honghu supported the wall with his hands, and the mud on his face fell down as soon as he spoke: "My legs are weak and I can't walk."

"...not promising."

Although Shen Xian was furious, he still stood with Honghu at the entrance of the alley for a while, wanting to wipe his face with a handkerchief, but he couldn't find a handkerchief after searching all over his body.

"You can pat it with your hands first, go back and wash it with water," Shen Xian withdrew his hand giving up and leaned against the wall with Hong Hu.

"Master, what are you looking for?"

"Pazi."

Honghu took out a handkerchief from his cuff, and said, "Here you are."

"..."

The veil was white with flowers embroidered on it, the corners of Shen Xian's mouth twitched: "No need, I'll wipe your face."

"Oh, you don't need this to wipe your face," Honghu took back the handkerchief in a precious manner, and snorted casually with his sleeve.

Shen Xian: "..."

Which little maid gave it to you, so precious!

It wasn't until Honghu squatted in the alley for a quarter of an hour that his feet were no longer soft, and the two people came out of the alley. Shen Xian also bought two big pies for Honghu, each with two servings of meat.

The aunt who bought children's fabrics next to Yunji Pie Shop seemed relieved when she saw them come out in full beard and tail. She picked up the things on the ground and carried them on her back to go home.

"Young Master, I'll give you one."

Honghu held the two pies in front of his eyes and compared them for a long time before giving Shen Xian the one that he observed had an extra piece of meat.

"I don't want it, you eat." Shen Xian looked at Honghu's dirty little face, a little wanting to laugh, but also embarrassed, after all, he was implicated: "You eat more."

"Ah, don't you want to eat?"

"No, I've eaten too much roasted sweet potatoes." Shen Xian turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly.

Honghu didn't come back, he ate two roasted sweet potatoes by himself.

Honghu paused for a moment, but didn't insist. He lowered his head and took a bite of the pie. He was really frightened. The child was hungry, and with one bite, half of the pie was gone.

"Master, did you fart after eating so many sweet potatoes?"

"!what?"

"If you eat roasted sweet potatoes, don't you just fart?" Honghu smiled with a big face, "I just farted a lot."

"Eat your pie!" Shen Xian slapped him on the head, who was the one who was too scared to walk just now!Now it's cheap again.

"So, young master, do you want to let go?"

"...Shut up!" Shen Xian: "When I get back, I'll roast that basket of sweet potatoes and stuff them into your mouth."

Honghu stopped talking and lowered his head to eat the pie.

"Master..." Halfway through, Honghu couldn't help it anymore.

"If you talk about that matter again, I'm going to do it." Shen Xian looked at him warningly.

"No, I didn't want to ask you this, I am," Honghu swallowed the contents of his mouth with great effort: "I want to ask you, why do you call me Da Mao?"

"Big Mao?" Shen Xian was a little stunned: "Don't you have this name in the first place?"

"Master!" Honghu glared at him, and just called him by his real name in the alley.

"I know, I know," Shen Xian smiled: "It's easy to make a living! Your name is Honghu, and you are a big bird, so you should call it Da Mao."

The chick knows the ambition of the swan. If the swan is called the chick, then Shen Xian will call him Xiaomao.

It was the first time for Honghu to hear this statement from Shen Xian. He held a leftover pie and thought about it for a long time.

"Why?" Shen Xian saw that he was silent: "You don't like it?"

"If you don't like it, change it..."

"No, I like it," Honghu looked at him and smiled, "It sounds nice."

A pie was full of oil, and he was still smiling foolishly. Shen Xian glanced at him: "Stupid, go home and pack up and go to bed early, I'm sleepy too, don't bother me tomorrow morning."

"Oh."

Shen Xian took Honghu back to the yard, and the two of them secretly returned the basket of sweet potatoes and put them in the corner of the kitchen while no one was around.

After returning to the room and sitting on the stool for a while, Shen Xian felt so exhausted that he couldn't open his eyes, and fell asleep on the bed without taking off his clothes.

Sure enough, God spared no one. When a warrior digs lotus roots in a pond in late autumn, God will definitely punish him, making him dizzy and cold.

Shen Xian is like this.

Before dawn, Shen Xian had already opened his eyes drowsily, he had difficulty breathing, his head was still hurting so much that it was about to burst, he wanted to continue sleeping, but he was so drowsy that he just couldn't fall asleep.

The strong Shen Xiaoxian stayed up like this half asleep and half awake until dawn, just when he just fell asleep.

"Xian'er, are you awake?"

Madam stood outside, calling him through the screen.

Shen Xian opened his bloodshot eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "No."

"Your voice is like this," Madam was taken aback by Shen Xian's voice, "Did you go to bed late last night because of your disobedience?"

This is an adult, everything can be related to disobedience.

"No." Shen Xian felt like crying, he obviously slept very early last night.

"Get up quickly, drink a few bowls of white fungus soup to moisten your throat." The child is old, and the wife can't go into the house to lift the quilt, so she urges him through the screen: "Mother will take you to meet the girl from the Xie family today."

In just one day, Mrs. Binggui quickly found another girl of matching age for Shen Xian.

"I don't want to go." Shen Xian was dizzy, his voice was limp and weak, and now he was struggling to even move.

"Why don't you want to go, Miss Xie is as beautiful as a flower, you must like it." Madam couldn't see Shen Xian's weak appearance, so she asked Shen Xian to get up: "Xian'er is obedient, go and meet, you must like it."

"I don't want it." Shen Xian was so uncomfortable that he just wanted to lie down quietly on the bed, but his mother didn't know what was going on, and was babbling outside the house. He couldn't say that he had caught a cold. A child of this age probably didn't want to be in front of his parents. Lu timidly shed physiological tears for a moment.

"Why don't you!" After coaxing for a long time, the child refused to eat, and the wife became a little angry: "Get up, or I will come in and pull you!"

"Hmm!" Shen Xian struggled to sit up, feeling dizzy for a while, he leaned against the head of the bed to relax, wiped away his tears, found that more and more he wiped away, then put down his hands: "Mom, I really don't want to go."

"It's not up to you." Madam thought that Shen Xian was just being lazy and didn't want to get up: "Hurry up..."

"Auntie, I want to find time for some things, Shen Xian can help, why not let him stay at home today."

When this pleasant male voice came into the room, Shen Xian slightly opened his eyes wide: "Brother Zhou?"

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Zhou Mingchao: "Cough! Long time no see."