Zhou Yan

"Master! What's the matter with you, Master!" Honghu, who was teasing the crickets under the wall, rushed towards Zhou Mingchao, who was holding Shen Xian, and stopped at a distance of one step. He looked at Shen Xian. , the expression on his face was anxious and tense: "Master! Master, please take care of me, Master, Master!"

"Big Mao, don't be like this," Shen Xian put down his hand covering his face, looked at Honghu's teary face, and frowned slightly: "You're like this, I feel like I'm dead."

"I thought..." Honghu didn't speak yet.

"Your young master sprained his ankle, go get those ice cubes." Zhou Mingchao carried Shen Xian into the yard.

Honghu looked at the two of them and didn't feel anything was wrong. Hearing that Shen Xian's foot was injured and needed ice, he quickly ran to the lake.

"Where are you going?" Shen Xian looked at the direction he was walking in. It didn't look like the ice cellar used to store things at home, wasn't it digging ice?

"By the lake!" Honghu's voice came from afar, and the boy had already run away and couldn't see anyone when he spoke: "It's freezing at night, I'll go and break two pieces back."

……

Zhou Mingchao took Shen Xian into the yard, the lamps were lit early in the house, and the charcoal stove was also lit. As soon as Shen Xian entered the house, he sighed unconsciously.

Putting him on the bed, Zhou Mingchao stepped back a little. He maintained this posture for a moment of silence, then bent down again, and placed his hands beside Shen Xian, which was a hugging motion.

"Zhou, brother Zhou..." He was so close that Shen Xian had to tilt his head back, so that there was a gap between the two of them, and he could have time to breathe.

"You..." Zhou Mingchao lowered his eyes, the shadow of his eyelashes cast on Shen Xian's face: "Do you hate me?"

Especially after he said those things.

"Ah?" Shen Xian was at a loss for a moment, stared blankly at Zhou Mingchao for a while, and then shook his head reflexively: "I don't hate it."

It's fine if you don't hate it, Zhou Mingchao slightly hooked the corners of his lips, took a step back and stood up straight, he raised his hand to touch Shen Xian's face.

"Good dream," Zhou Mingchao looked into his eyes, "Shen Xian."

Zhou Mingchao left, Shen Xian tilted his head slightly, the warm touch of Zhou Mingchao's fingertips on his face was still there, he looked at the empty doorway, and then at the black-stained window, leaning on the head of the bed, looking at Out of emotion.

Honghu hurried in with ice cubes in his hands, and when he saw Shen Xian sitting on the bed expressionless, he was stunned: "Master, who bullied you?"

Withdrawing his gaze, Shen Xian raised his eyes: "What?"

"Bully me," Shen Xian leaned back on the head of the bed, and winked at him triumphantly: "Who do you think would dare to bully me?"

Just in the blink of an eye, Shen Xian turned into the previous heartless appearance again, Honghu looked at him suspiciously: "Then why do you look like that?"

"What does it look like?" The smile on Shen Xian's face did not diminish.

"Look at..." Honghu couldn't say anything, he felt that Shen Xian looked sad.

But how could the young master be sad!Honghu looked at Shen Xian laughing loudly under the sun, and also saw Shen Xian picking flowers under the eaves, how could such a young and wanton person be sad!

"It's okay, I was wrong."

Honghu shook his head, and went all over the room to find cloth bags for ice compresses.

"Fool." Shen Xian looked at Honghu's back and sighed lowly.

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When going to bed that night, Shen Xian was physically and mentally exhausted because of the day's affairs, and Shen Xian had a dream. In the dream, there was a white and fat little doll, and a young boy with delicate features.

The white mist in the dream faded away, it was Shen Xian and Zhou Mingchao.

Shen Mansion, in the dark night, the little boy was wearing a jacket, quietly walked through the winding corridors, and came to a room.

The moonlight shone into the room through the window, and Shen Xian, who was not yet a year old, fell asleep in the small crib.

The child was wrapped in a soft quilt, only the eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed. Xiao Shen was sleeping soundly, with his small mouth open and closed with his breathing, and his fat hand was holding a miniature version of the The rattle, when Shen Xian was young, he loved to make trouble, and he had to pinch things before he would go to sleep.

He poked the baby's protruding cheeks, the touch of his hand was unbelievably soft, and lightly patted Xiao Shenxian's forehead, the little boy Zhou Mingchao was lying on the side of the bed, just like this, guarding Xiao Shenxian and fell asleep .

The sleeping baby vomited a bubble, and the stick wave drum in his hand disappeared. The little child turned over, and the little boy moved unconsciously. For something warm and slippery, the big and small hands just held each other together.

This is Zhou Mingchao, who is four or five years old, and Shen Xian, who is still in his infancy.

The roof of the tent suddenly overlapped and transformed into the back garden of the Shen residence.

A child carved in jade and a young boy who already had a tall figure sat on the ground made of banana leaves.

The boy was peeling chestnuts. After peeling one, the child took it and piled it on the kraft paper on his lap. The chestnut kernels piled up more and more, which was the size of a handful in the child's palm.

"Brother Mingchao, here you go."

The child holds golden chestnuts in both hands, and his eyes are bent into crescents, revealing a mouthful of small white teeth.

"You eat, I won't." Xiao Zhou Mingchao picked up a chestnut and put it in Xiao Shenxian's mouth: "Open your mouth."

"Ah~"

Opening his round mouth, the child happily buried his head in Xiao Zhou Mingchao's arms, chewing something in his mouth, and his speech became even more slurred: "Brother Mingchao, I like to be tired when I'm drunk, get drunk!"

You are also very cute, looking at the child acting like a spoiled child in his arms, the boy thought in his heart.

In the evening, the child rolled around on the big bed fragrantly after taking a bath. Seeing Zhou Mingchao come out, he consciously got under the quilt, and said in a childish voice that he would not move around and would not kick the quilt at night.

Talking about being very obedient and obedient, Xiao Zhou Mingchao didn't know how many times he covered him with quilts at night. Looking at the sleeping child beside him, he sighed, he was only ten years old, why did he feel so tired.

Fearing that he would move again, he took the child into his arms, and Zhou Mingchao covered the two of them with a quilt.

"Well," the child was woken up, and turned his head in a daze: "Brother Mingchao?"

"I'm here." The child was patted on the back, and Zhou Mingchao closed his eyes.

"Tomorrow, let's go catch the fox and howl?"

It took a while for Zhou Mingchao to understand what Hutiao is, and smiled like a child, "Howl, I'll take you to catch butterflies tomorrow."

The child was so coaxing, and he had just woken up from his sleep, got the reassurance, snuggled into Xiao Zhou Mingchao's arms, and fell asleep again.

The boy pulled the quilt over and carefully protected the child's back. His head was buried in the child's fluffy hair, and he also fell asleep.

These are three or four-year-old Shen Xian and eight or nine-year-old Zhou Mingchao.

Time flies, suddenly, the child who was crying because he didn't eat milk cake yesterday suddenly grew up, and turned into a handsome boy with elegant figure and bright eyes.

In the Zhou and Ming Dynasties, Zhilan Yushu was quiet and gentle, warming tea and reading books under the tree.

Shen Xianchun poked his head out from under the tree in a tulle shirt. Seeing that Zhou Mingchao hadn't noticed him, he pursed his lips and secretly smiled.

Just as he was about to walk in quietly and startle him, at the last step, Zhou Mingchao seemed to have eyes behind his back: "What are you doing?"

The foot that hadn't been stretched out paused, and then stomped heavily on the ground as if discouraged. The leaves were trampled by him, making a rustling sound.

"No fun," drank Zhou Mingchao's tea angrily, and the boy put the cup in front of him to express his displeasure: "Why didn't you call me earlier."

"I thought," Zhou Mingchao raised his eyebrows as he watched him drink up half a pot of tea; "I thought you'd be even angrier this way."

"I'm already very angry!"

Zhou Mingchao didn't speak, and smiled at Shen Xian.

……

His fist hit the cotton, and he ejaculated prematurely. Besides, Zhou Mingchao's face made it hard to get angry.

"Mingchao!" Zhou Mingchao kept his head down and read a book without speaking, Shen Xian leaned over, put his head on his shoulder, and tugged at Zhou Mingchao's sleeves in boredom: "Shall we go out and play?"

"Reading." Zhou Mingchao conjured another book out of nowhere and put it in Shen Xian's hands.

After roughly flipping through a few pages, Shen Xian felt dizzy and couldn't read a single word.

"Let's go play, climb trees, catch fish!" The book was thrown away out of sight and out of mind, and Shen Xian tugged on Zhou Mingchao's sleeve: "Eat roast chicken, roast duck and drink!"

From playing to eating, from dynamic to static, Zhou Mingchao always lowered his eyes, read the book without saying a word, and his attitude was determined.

Shen Xian talked for a long time, but there was no movement from this person. He raised his head to look at Zhou Mingchao's handsome eyebrows, and raised the corners of his lips. Hmph, he has plenty of ways to get this person to take him out to play!

"Brother Mingchao~" Shen Xian clung to Zhou Mingchao's body, holding his neck with both hands and shaking back and forth: "I want to go out to play, the apricot blossoms in the spring suburbs are blooming, let's go and see!"

The young Zhou Mingchao's ears turned red, he finally couldn't help it, and raised his eyes to look at Shen Xian: "You..."

"Don't!" This time his head was also close to Zhou Mingchao, and Shen Xian rubbed his arms against Zhou Mingchao: "Brother Mingchao, go, go!"

From childhood to adulthood, Zhou Mingchao will always lose his temper with Shen Xian as long as he shouts at his elder brother.

"Let's go."

After a stalemate for half a day, Zhou Mingchao was still defeated.

"Let's go!" Shen leisurely got up from Zhou Mingchao and cheered, "I want to eat Jingji's roast duck!"

These are 13-year-old Zhou Mingchao and nine-year-old Shen Xian.

As the scene progressed, the streets were crowded with people, Shen Xian had grown up, his features were no longer immature, and his height had also grown a lot.

"What the hell, are you yelling at me!"

Shen Xian put his hands on his hips, with his nostrils up in the air, looking arrogant.

"No, I don't dare," in front of him, the old man with gray temples waved his hands desperately, "It's just that this stall is my livelihood, and the whole family relies on this wonton stall for food. I don't know how that dog Just bumped into my stall, Young Master Shen, you have a lot of adults, please let me go."

"That won't work, your stall killed the dog I was looking for," said the leisurely hooligan, biting a piece of grass to go up the mountain to become a bandit: "You have to pay, if you don't give me a word, today you Don’t even try to take this stall away.”

As soon as Shen Xian finished speaking, the so-called "good brothers" around him all laughed.

"That is to say," Wang Dongyue hugged his chest and looked at the thin old man: "Why don't you just lend us this stall to play for a few days, and return it to you when you've played enough? We don't like your poor stall. "

How could it work? Ben was pointing at this wonton stall to earn money to support his family. The money for a day was just enough for food and clothing. If he didn’t leave the stall for a day, he would have no money for a day. The family was still waiting to buy rice for the pot.

The old man kept begging in a gentle voice, but Shen Xian and his party just refused to listen, and had to let the old man keep the wonton stall.Shen Xian went out to the street and saw a Dalmatians, he wanted to chase it on a whim, the dog was carrying a stick when he saw the crowds, he was scared for a moment, he ran into the old man's stall in a panic, and immediately fell to the ground without breath, Shen Xian If you don't give in, you have to ask someone to give an explanation and let the old man keep the stall.

The people around dare not speak out, that is the little overlord of Linzhou City, who dares to provoke him!The city lord once gave him a beating, covered in blood and lay on the bed for five days. After he recuperated, he still went his own way. He looked like a bully who I liked and wanted to grab. No one dared to mess with him.

But the bully still has a nemesis.

"Shen Xian." A slender figure in the distance is walking towards this side holding a folding fan.

Although no one was seen, just this voice was enough to give Shen Xian a headache.

"Brother, I'll take a step first! I'll come out to play some other day."

When Zhou Mingchao approached, Shen Xian had already fled away with his people.

Looking up at the direction Shen Xian left, Zhou Mingchao lowered his head and held the fan, his eyes unable to distinguish between happiness and anger.

This is Shen Xian and Zhou Mingchao in the dandy period.

At this time, there was a thick fog around, there was the sound of howling wind, and the smell of burnt paste could be vaguely smelled, and the white mist gradually dissipated when they got closer.

This is a burnt tent, with broken walls and ruins. In some places, the fire is still burning, emitting puffs of white smoke.

A person was buried under the baked black wood, wearing armor, with disheveled hair, closed eyes, blood stains on the exposed parts, and fresh blood on the face and lips.

That person was inexplicably familiar, Shen Xian approached for a closer look, stepped through the ruins, and tremblingly brushed that person's hair away.

Even with his eyes closed, lying under such ruins, his brows and eyes are still as noble and distant as ever, it is Zhou Mingchao!

"Brother Zhou!"

Shen Xian suddenly woke up from the dream, he opened his eyes, still in shock, staring at the gauze curtain in front of him, panting.

"Master! What's the matter with you?" Honghu trotted into the room, held a lamp and approached Shen Xian, wondering: "Why are you sweating so much?"

Hearing what he said, Shen Xian twisted his palms and found that it was covered with sweat, and his forehead was also covered with cold sweat.

"It's okay." After waiting for a long time, Shen Xian wiped the sweat off his head, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep, I'm fine."

As Shen Xian said, he was about to throw off the quilt and get out of bed: "Leave the light behind, go out!"

Honghu saw that he had injured one of his feet, it was difficult for him to walk, and he had to get out of bed.

"Are you looking for something?" Helping Shen Xian out of the bed, Hong Hu was worried: "Your foot can't walk yet."

Shen Xian took a step, and the pain in his ankle was severe. He gritted his teeth and limped to the front of the bookshelf, took the lamp in Honghu's hand and held it in his hand, looking at the catalog: "I'm fine, no need Leave me alone."

Honghu didn't understand what he wanted to do, and felt that Shen Xian was in a strange state, so he carefully supported him from the side.

"It's really fine." Shen Xian waved his hand while looking for a book while holding up the lamp, "Go and rest."

"Master, what are you doing?"

Shen Xian didn't turn his head back: "Read a book."

"..."

Honghu was chased away by him, and when the door latch rang, the room fell into silence again.

Shen Xian searched half of the bookshelves, and found the book in a corner.

Carefully pulling out the book, Shen Xian gritted his teeth again, gasped, and slowly moved to the desk.

The candle beside the desk was lit, and Shen Xian sat in front of the desk and opened the book...

The author has something to say:

No more, really not a drop!I have died on the road of coding.