Zhou Yan

I want to kiss you, Zhou Mingchao said.

Shen Xian put his hands on his knees, and when he heard this, he couldn't help raising his eyelids to look at Zhou Mingchao, and then quickly lowered his eyes.

After Zhou Mingchao finished speaking, he didn't make any other movements, because when he saw Shen Xian's face, he slightly turned outward, which was a subconscious resistance movement.

He hugged Shen Xian and turned around in the alley. He didn't deliberately choose the farthest road, nor did he deliberately go around in circles. Zhou Mingchao walked in the direction of the road closest to Shen's house. It was abrupt enough, he didn't want to offend Shen Xian again.

"Does the leg still hurt?" Zhou Mingchao suddenly asked.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore." You put me down and I can still perform a brisk walk for you by gritting my teeth.

"Go back and ask Honghu to find some ice cubes and apply it to the wound on his ankle. Be careful and don't twist him." Zhou Mingchao instructed softly, still looking cold and cold, as if the disciple who just said that his sweetheart was Shen Xian Son is not like him.

"Ah! This one, it's okay, it, it's okay."

Shen Xian's mind was like a bowl of overturned paste, churning and turning in his mind, at this moment he was very dazed, he seemed to have listened to Zhou Mingchao's words, but he didn't seem to understand.

I saw Shen Xian scratching his head and laughing twice: "When I go to bed at night, I put my foot on the window sill to dry overnight, maybe it won't hurt the next day."

Not only did it not hurt, but it was also done once and for all. I didn’t need to put my leg outside the window sill to freeze overnight, it was just useless.

Zhou Mingchao didn't speak, he carried Shen Xian all the way through the Qingshi alley, the sky was full of sparks, Shen Xian blinked, and after a while, he saw the plaque of Shen's residence.

The person who was holding him didn't feel embarrassed, and stepped across the gate of Shen's house with Shen Xian in his arms. The servants who came and went took a glance at this side, and then saw clearly that the two people who were holding him were When Shen Xian and Zhou Mingchao were in shock, everyone who was working in their hands fell to the ground.

Shen Xian, a servant of Manfu, couldn't hold back his face, he turned his head to the side, approached Zhou Mingchao and whispered: "Brother Zhou!"

The ending sound was raised, with grievances, it sounded like someone got angry with him.

Zhou Mingchao lifted him up in his arms, and glanced at the red lantern on the courtyard wall: "Your young master sprained his foot, it's not early today, remember to ask the doctor to give him medicine as soon as possible tomorrow."

It turns out that the young master sprained his ankle!The servants suddenly realized that they looked at Shen Xian with more pity. Poor young master, his arms and legs were broken twice in three days. The first two days were wind and cold, today he twisted his feet, and in two days it should be the same. Which place was bumped and hurt.

Various thoughts swirled in their minds, and they continued to work without showing anything on the surface. After a lot, I gradually breathed a sigh of relief.

"What I just said is from the bottom of my heart," without thinking, Zhou Mingchao turned his head slightly by leaning on Shen Xian's shoulder before, and suddenly said in his ear: "You don't have to be afraid, you are still young." , don’t worry about these things.”

There were servants passing by around, Zhou Mingchao relied on the closeness of the two of them, and whispered to Shen Xian majestically.

Shen Xian tightened his clothes, looked up at Zhou Mingchao nervously, his eyes seemed to be shining in the night.

Taking advantage of the light from the candles in the lantern on the wall, Zhou Mingchao looked at Shen Xian's watery eyes and rosy lips, but thought that Shen Xian was more beautiful than Chunhua Qiuyue.

"If you're afraid," Zhou Mingchao continued, "just pretend I didn't say that just now, although I'm really happy for you."

Shen Xian buried his head and groaned weakly, if you want me to pretend that I didn't say anything, then why do you say it again.

Shen Xian was at a loss, but Zhou Mingchao became interested. He felt that the timing was just right now, so he didn't have to worry about Shen Xian running away, and he didn't have to worry about Shen Xian not being able to hear him.

Thus, in the clear wind and bright moon, a certain hereditary young master who appeared to be an upright gentleman resounded his every word.

"The days to come are still long. I'll take my time, and you can take it too. We're not in a hurry."

"However, even though you are still young, you can't come all the way as before. That would be unfair to me."

"Do you still want to see those ladies in the boudoir in the future? If you don't want to see them, I'll go and tell my aunt to let you practice calligraphy with me in the future. If my aunt will continue to do the same in the future, you can say that you have made an appointment with me to excuse yourself. Well, I'll go tomorrow."

Shen Xian lowered his head and covered his face with his hands, almost shrinking himself into a quail. How long did Zhou Mingchao say, he just stared at the ground in this posture and wandered around the sky for a long time.

He is like the Buddha who sublimated his soul, every moment he spent with Zhou Mingchao was an experience, from the initial shame and indignation to the habitual indifference, Shen Xian didn't know what he had experienced.

Finally, a corner of the East Courtyard appeared before Shen Xian's eyes!

The author has something to say:

You people like to see relatives, hum!

Shen Xian: You just fell in love with me for a short while.