Zhou Yan

I heard that the incompetent son came back from Qingyan River and turned into a demon again. After all, it was his own son. Early in the morning, the city lord and his wife braved the severe cold to come to see him.

The stove in the room had been turned off long ago, and when the door was opened, it was not much better than outside.

"Keep your voice down," the madam told the city lord while wrapping up her cloak, "Xian'er must still be sleeping, I heard that he hurt his foot yesterday, don't scare him."

The city lord murmured that he had heard it.

The husband and wife entered the room lightly, just to see their son. Unexpectedly, the candle was still burning by the table. They were sitting in front of the desk with one hand propping their chin and the other holding a book. The man with black eyes If not Shen Xian, who else?

Madame, City Lord: "!!!"

This ancestor looked like he hadn't slept all night, and he saw a ghost in broad daylight!Shen Xian finally opened his mind and wanted to study hard, or was he possessed by something unclean?

They were more willing to believe the latter, the city lord and his wife looked at each other, do they need to buy some paper money to burn?

"Father, mother?" Shen Xian raised his head, casually pressed the things he was looking at under the rice paper, and his lower body became numb after sitting all night: "Going out today?"

"No," they were still astonished, the city lord and his wife lifted their feet outside the door frame, and the two of them walked into the room: "I heard that you sprained your foot, how is it?"

"It's okay, I put it on for a while last night." Shen Xian moved, but now that the numbness came up, he dared not move: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

In fact, it was the foot that had been hanging outside to dry all night, and it had been frozen for a long time. Fortunately, it was no longer swollen. Madam pressed her ankle with her hand, and felt that she felt like a cold stone.

"It's so cold!" Madam frowned: "What are you doing this night? People who are one year older after the new year are still so worried!"

"Last night, my leg hurts." Shen Xian coaxed his mother with a smile, using bitter tricks: "I couldn't fall asleep because of the pain, so I only got up to read, and I don't want to disturb other people. It's so warm in the bed in this weather!"

"Then you can't either..."

The madam felt sorry for her son, her white and tender ankles were red, and she wanted to say that Shen Xian had already hugged her mother's waist and acted like a baby: "I was wrong, what did mother eat this morning? I'm so hungry, I read the Book of Songs last night, and I want to go to sleep after dinner."

"Now the legs don't hurt, and I can fall asleep!" The city lord looked at the mother and son, and his teeth were itchy. He was half jealous of someone hugging his wife, and half angry, Shen Xian knew that he would not recognize his mother and flirt with his father: "I see you know how to eat, and I will kill you to eat meat during the Chinese New Year."

Shen Xian smiled and tidied up the things on the table, eyebrows lightly raised: "Kill the New Year pig? I want to eat sliced ​​pork."

After a day, the swelling in Shen Xian's ankle has subsided. After eating breakfast, he asked the doctor to see him. After taking some medicine, the pain improved a lot. He just needs to rest more and lie on the bed for two days.

The city lord still has something to do, and his wife has an appointment, but seeing that his son is still a little worried, the last time he caught a cold and was so uncomfortable, he didn't see them so caring, Shen Xian had no choice but to talk about it, so he sent the two living Buddhas away.

"Young master!" Honghu came out from nowhere. Unlike Shen Xian, who hadn't slept all night, this child had a rosy complexion and slept soundly at first sight: "Are you still reading? I'll find you."

Honghu looked at the bookshelves all over the wall, looking for which book the young master read yesterday, it seemed to be yellow leather...

Just after taking the medicine, Shen Xian lay on the soft couch with his feet supported, he didn't like the smell of the ointment, and waited for the ointment on his ankle to dry.

"No need," Shen Xian's mood didn't look very high, his eyelids looked at the ground and he didn't lift his eyelids, the soft couch was facing the sun, he reached out to catch some sunlight, and thought of something: "Da Mao, you go to Zhou Mansion..."

"Go to the Zhou Mansion and ask Mr. Zhou to come over?" There was no follow-up after the Zhou Mansion, Honghu couldn't wait, and began to talk to himself: "Going out to play again? Master, can you wait until your legs get better before going out to jump! "

Why is it so annoying.

"You just went out to play! You, a person who catches crickets every day and only knows how to eat, have the nerve to say me!" Shen Xian was angry, but he was not in high spirits, and his energy was low. After a while, he turned his head to the inside: "Go to Zhou Mansion, put Mr. Zhou, please come here, I have something to tell him."

Why is he still called Mr. Zhou, when he is usually beaten, he bites one Brother Zhou, this man!It gets pretty fast!Honghu scratched his head, not knowing why, so he went out to invite someone.

Shen Xian lay on the bed with his eyes closed, as if he was about to fall asleep.

When Zhou Mingchao came, he saw Shen Xian lying on the soft couch by the window, the foot covered with ointment was still exposed, the quilt covering his body was crooked, and his hands were in front of his eyes. Said that Shen Xian got up to read in the middle of the night last night, Zhou Mingchao looked at him now, thinking that Shen Xian fell asleep.

The sound of footsteps became much quieter when they entered the door, but the person who could not wake up at ordinary times heard the movement today, put down his hands in a daze, and rubbed his eyes.

"Brother Zhou, are you here?" Shen Xian sat up from the step.

"Why did you fall asleep here?" Sitting down beside Shen Xian, Zhou Mingchao glanced at that foot, and covered it with a quilt: "Is it better?"

"It's much better," Shen Xian nodded, shrinking under the quilt with his movements: "I had breakfast with my parents in the morning, did Brother Zhou have it?"

"I've eaten." Zhou Mingchao naturally got up earlier than him. He had already eaten and practiced swords in the courtyard for a while, thinking about whether to find Shen Xian, Honghu poked his head out from the courtyard gate.

"Is it cold outside today?" Shen Xian gasped as soon as he spoke, and he didn't think it was enough, so he breathed out again, his whole face covered in white mist: "I see that there are ice on the treetops. , the ground is covered with frost, will it slip when walking on the road?"

"Fortunately, it's not too cold." Zhou Mingchao turned his head and looked out the window. He didn't notice the frost on the ground all the way.

Shen Xian smiled, raised his hand to gather Zhou Mingchao's clothes, his eyes were filled with the sun: "It's such a cold day for Brother Zhou to rush over, it's really troublesome for Brother Zhou!"

What he said was thoughtless, and Zhou Mingchao was a little dazed for a while: "No trouble."

"Yesterday was a little sudden, and I haven't decided how to say something to Brother Zhou." Shen Xian paused, then smiled, and folded his hands on the quilt: "But thinking about this matter, we should delay it as soon as possible." It’s better to explain it to Brother Zhou.”

Shen Xian raised his head, still smiling so beautifully, his dark eyes seemed to be filled with water, and when he bent his eyes, they were wet with light.

However, Zhou Mingchao felt a bad premonition, and subconsciously felt that what Shen Xian was going to say was not what he wanted to hear.

Sure enough, Shen Xian said: "Brother Zhou, I don't think we are suitable."

The author has something to say:

"Brother Zhou, we are not suitable," Shen Xian said with a serious face, "you can find other handsome girls!"