Zhou Yan

Tables, chairs, screens, incense wafting, flowers in vases on the table are blooming elegantly in the wind, and there is a young man who is as cold as an exiled fairy in the room.

Shen Xian looked at the window and sighed, Zhou Mansion was huge, but Zhou Mingchao was easy to find, he stayed in his own yard all the time, and hardly went to other places.

Standing in the yard, he rubbed his toes against the ground, his palms were sweating under the fox fur cloak, Shen Xian didn't know how to get in, and how to speak up when he entered the room, the people in the room seemed to have sensed it, and looked up at this Look around.

Without leaving the main entrance, Zhou Mingchao turned out from the window sill, and was about to reach Shen Xian in the blink of an eye.

Shen Xian looked at Zhou Mingchao as if he was holding back a fire, and he was aggressively trying to settle accounts with him.

Taking a few steps back, Shen Xian hesitated, turned around and wanted to run.

How can I escape.

Someone grabs him by the shoulder, and he is cornered by someone in a panic. Zhou Mingchao is in front of him, and the wall is behind him. Shen Xian has nowhere to escape.

However, Zhou Mingchao grasped Shen Xian's knuckles hard and turned white, his face was gloomy like a mountain rain was about to come: "You have not lost your memory, you have been pretending for the past few years, right?"

Like thunder on the flat ground, Shen Xian's blood seemed to have congealed at that moment, and his usual unruly body stood upright, he was a little panicked.

"Brother Zhou," Shen Xian struggled, ignoring Zhou Mingchao's reddened wrist, he forced a smile: "What are you talking about, I don't understand."

"The book in your room, Zhou Yan," Zhou Mingchao shackled him in the corner of the wall, with bloodshot eyes faintly: "I read it."

"Who told you that!" Looking up suddenly, Shen Xian growled uncontrollably, and only said one sentence, then lowered his voice when he saw Zhou Mingchao: "Did you go to the mountains to find my master?"

Just this sentence, frankly, the amnesia in the past is false, and it is true to lie to him.

Zhou Mingchao's throat was astringent, and his heart ached even more when he looked at Shen Xian. If he hadn't gone to the mountain to find the abbot of the temple, if it hadn't been for the Master Master still had a rubbing book in his hand, he would not know Shen Xian, Shen Xian idle him...

Few relatives, bad omen.

That was Shen Xian's calculation of the ending between him and Zhou Mingchao from the book.

A gentleman works all day long and is vigilant at night, and he cannot be blameless.

Shen Xian refused to accept it.

For this ominous omen, he stayed away from the Zhou and Ming Dynasty, and pretended to be a dandy in Linzhou City. His parents regretted it, everyone spurned him, and he was free and fearless. He only hoped that his gentlemen and gentlemen were not to blame.

Zhou Mingchao, who was full of turmoil and almost suffocated, squeezed the boy's jaw with two fingers, and met those trembling eyes: "You believe in these, you might as well believe in me."

Zhou Mingchao's lips squirmed, and finally spit out two words: "Xianxian."

With only two words, Shen Xian's eyes were sour, and he almost shed tears. Before, when he and Zhou Mingchao were still close, he always called him like this.

"Look for your bracelet in the northeast corner. It's at home, and you didn't throw it outside."

The ten-year-old boy was lying on his back under the tree, looking up and smiling, his brows and eyes shining brightly.

"Thank you sir."

Knowing the direction, the maid hurriedly walked to the place where she lived. She lost her bracelet for several days. It was something left by her mother. It was not easy to see Shen Xian taking a nap under the tree. The young master used to like to give it to her. The servants in the mansion counted things, and they didn't make any mistakes every time, so she boldly came to ask for advice.

"Young Master!" After a maid left, another Honghu appeared.

"What's the matter?" Shen Xian blocked the sun with both hands, leaning against the tree trunk to sleep.

"Master and Madam are really going out, you are really accurate." Honghu squatted down in front of the boy excitedly: "We can go out to play."

"Your young master has never stumbled." Shen Xian stood up, snorted and wiped off the ashes on his body: "Whoever wants to go out with you, I will go to my Ming Dynasty."

Honghu curled his lips and said in a low voice: "Once King Yongnan leaves, you won't have a gatekeeper on your lips, young master. Could Xiaoshi Zhou belong to your family?"

"Why can't it belong to my family!" Shen Xian's ears were sharp, and Hong Hu's words could not be missed: "In a few years, when he grows up, I will take him back and make him your young wife."

The young man was full of ambition, Honghu only thought he was joking, and looked at Shen Xian running to find Zhou Mingchao with disgust.

A few days ago, Yongnan Wang and his wife returned to Beijing to report on their duties. Zhou Mingchao was left alone in Linzhou City. Shen Xian was afraid that Zhou Mingchao would be bored, so he went to play with him whenever he had free time.

Without leaving the main entrance, Shen Xian insisted on climbing the wall, and secretly peeked out from the courtyard wall, Zhou Mingchao was indeed in the courtyard.

The Qingjuan youth was reading a book by the window, the sun was shining brightly, but someone threw a small flower on the page, the ink was mixed with the fragrance of the flower, Zhou Mingchao looked up, and the little head on the courtyard wall was tilting his head and smiling at him.

"Climbing the wall again." Zhou Mingchao had no choice but to put flowers in the book as a bookmark. He stood up from the chair and waved to him through the window: "Come down quickly."

He shrank his head back, and after a while, a young man with red lips and white teeth ran in from the archway, his brows and eyes crooked with a smile.

On the stone table in the yard are a pile of melon seed snacks, candied fruit, and a cup of clear tea. Shen Xian's left hand is Yunji's beef pie, and his right hand is Wufuzhai's sour plum soup. He is so satisfied.

"Another little girl came to me today to find out where the lost things are." Obviously the little girl was a few years older than him, Shen Xianfei said, "There is another little girl who came to look for me." Counting marriage, counting these things before weaning, I don’t know who taught him these things.”

Shen Xian babbled a lot, and finally muttered in a low voice: "I haven't counted myself yet!"

"What?" Zhou Mingchao was pouring tea for him, when he heard this, he turned his head towards him: "What do you want to be?"

"It's nothing," Shen Xian smiled, "I said, I want to marry you back as my wife."

Zhou Mingchao looked around seriously, and put on a helpless expression when facing Shen Xian: "Xianxian, don't talk nonsense."

"What's the matter, what's the matter!" Shen Xian's ears were a little red, but his mouth was extremely rigid: "Didn't you say that you like me, and that we will be together in the future, you forgot!"

"No..." Zhou Mingchao could barely hold the teacup in his hand, he quickly glanced at Shen Xian: "Keep your voice down."

In terms of shamelessness, Zhou Mingchao is naturally no match for Shen Xian.

Seeing Zhou Mingchao looking at the sky and the earth unnaturally, but not looking at him, the ten-year-old child put on a serious face: "You like me, and I like you too, don't forget!"

"En." Zhou Mingchao nodded, and he also drank the cup of tea poured for Shen Xian in his hand.

Shen Xian is young, Zhou Mingchao also smiled, he naturally likes Shen Xian and wants to be with him every day.

"When will uncle and aunt come back?" After eating for a while, Shen Xian lay down on the table again and asked, "It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival, will they come back?"

"No." Zhou Mingchao looked down at the cracks in the stone slabs, "I don't know when I'll be back."

"...It's okay." Shen Xian stood up, patted Zhou Mingchao's shoulder, with a bunch of stupid hair on his head: "My parents are also your parents, go to our house to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival."

The boy is not as tall as him, and he still wants to comfort him, and his parents are also willing to score, Zhou Mingchao smiled: "Okay."

Zhou Mingchao didn't like to laugh very much, when he smiled slowly, it was like ripples in the wind, making Shen Xian's heart itch.

Shen Xian and Zhou Mingchao shared snacks, and thought of the little girl who came to ask for a marriage this morning. When she returned tonight, it would count as his marriage with Brother Zhou. Shen Xian took a bite of half of the shrimp dumpling, thinking so in his heart.

The author has something to say:

Today, it's shameless Xiao Shen and shy Xiao Zhou, hi, I love you so much!