The Black Sheep

It was still dark, and Yu Jinsheng, who was the best at inquiring about the news under Shu Changfeng, knocked on the door of Young Master Bai who had stepped on and watched last night.

The narrow and low cabin door was pushed open with a creak, and the room was completely dark. Yu Jinsheng opened the fire and found that the bed was empty, the quilt was half-rolled, and the windows were wide open, and water vapor rushed towards his face.

He touched his hand, and there was still warmth in the bed.

"You said... Bai Seventeen is missing?" Zhao Wujiu was waiting on the deck before the weather was clear. The cold wind blew on his face. Shu Changfeng was afraid that he would catch the cold, so he lifted his knees up with a blanket and was delighted that he had recently stepped forward. The door is frequent, I don't know how to thank Bai Shiqi hundreds of times.

Yu Jinsheng is a good at inquiring about news in the army. He didn't know that since he got on the boat of the Jiangsu Gang, he repeatedly bumped into the wall when he encountered Bai Shiqi, and the golden signboard was about to be smashed by the Bai Shaogang leader.

He lowered his head and was very ashamed: "The subordinate has been watching Young Master Bai enter the room last night. He didn't even take a nap. He went to knock on the door this morning. As a result... he ran out of the window."

The cabin window where Bai Shiqi slept last night was facing the water, but there was no aisle beside it. Yu Jinsheng didn't give up and mumbled: "Young Master Bai can't... jump out of the window and fall into the canal, right?"

Zhao Ziheng was dragged up from the bed by Zhao Zijiu, slumped on the deck and pretended to be dead. He said, "Don't worry, even if Seventeen falls into the canal, he won't drown." He leaned over and held the wheelchair armrest, crying: "Cousin, I have a fever! I got sick from the water yesterday, so you have the heart to let me exercise?"

Zhao Wujiu's slightly cool hand touched his forehead: "It's a bit hot." He didn't pity: "It's because of poor physique. After running a few laps, sweating will reduce the fever."

With a wailing, Zhao Ziheng was picked up by two guards and ran...

On the canal, the bows of the boats on the night are all hanging lanterns. Time crawls slowly amidst Zhao Ziheng’s breathing like a cow. There seems to be a dark cauldron upside down above the sky. Now someone has quietly put the big mouth. A crack was opened in the pot, and a ray of light penetrated in, drawing a vague outline of the fields and villages on both sides of the canal.

The outline gradually became clear, the sky was bright, and the darkness faded in an instant like a tide. When a brand new day arrived, the Golden Crow strode out of the horizon, spreading out a golden light along the banks of the river.

Shu Changfeng stood quietly behind Zhao Wujiu, and heard the villagers on the river embankment lead the cow to sing the country tune. The time was slow and leisurely, as if it could wash away the dust of ten years.

The watermen on the boat got up one after another and began to move on the deck, and some people went to replace their night companions. The whole waterboat became lively, and Zhao Wujiu finally spoke, ending Zhao Ziheng's morning exercises throughout the day.

Zhao Ziheng was sweating profusely. Even after exercising for a few days, his skin was still soft and his legs trembling. He tried his best to climb on Yu Jinsheng so that the other party could take him back to the room.

As soon as the group arrived at the top-floor cabin, they heard a lazy voice from Bai's seventeenth room: "Who knows the big dream first, I know it all my life..."

Zhao Ziheng's waist was not sore anymore, his legs were no longer sore, and he was breathing out of breath... It was thick, he pushed open the cabin door, and the scene in the room was unobstructed, but he saw Bai Shiqi leaning against the bedside With Erlang's legs and a quilt on his waist, he looked like he was waking up early in the morning. When he saw a group of silent people at the door of the cabin, he smiled and waved his hands: "Cousin, early! So early, Ziheng!"

Zhao Ziheng dong dong dong stepped heavily on the floor and walked over to vent his dissatisfaction: "Bo Seventeen——"

Bai Shiqi moved in with a good temper and patted the vacant bed beside him, very empathetic: "Are you tired? Lie down and rest? Maybe it's time for dinner in a while."

Zhao Ziheng: "Are you still my brother?"

Bai Shiqi was surprised: "Where do you start? If I wasn't your brother, I could see you sinking and jumping into the river to save you?" She looked contemptuous: "Tsk tusk tusk, Ziheng, you are a bit ungrateful. , Is that how you treat your savior?"

Zhao Zihengli was poor, but he was so tired that he was too tired, but his good brothers were usually lazy and slept on the bed and regained their sleep. Why didn't he feel happy, he could only look at Zhao Wujiu for help, and said pitifully, "Cousin— —"

Zhao Wujiu pushed the wheelchair in, with disapproval all over his face: "Seventeen, you are lazy in the cabin during the good time, don't you know that you are good at diligence and wasteful at play..."

As soon as the preaching tone of his teaching director came out, Bai Shiqi’s goose bumps all over his body rose up, and the "teng" guy bounced off the bed, and his expression hurriedly said: "Cousin, I have something to do today, the next one The match has to be arranged. You and Ziheng have breakfast first, I will arrange it first."

The door was also blocked by several guards around Zhao Wujiu. She opened the window and jumped out suddenly. The others were shocked. Zhao Ziheng had already exclaimed, "Seventeen, don't jump! Danger! !"

The window here is facing the river and the top floor of the boat. It is really no different from jumping into the river. Zhao Wujiu urged the wheelchair to rush over in a hurry. Zhao Ziheng also leaped to the window. The two brothers looked at him, but saw Bai Shiqi. Hanging from the window on the next floor like a monkey, he made faces at the brothers.

Below her was the surging canal, her red robe swelled in the wind, and she fell down the canal like a bird. Zhao Ziheng screamed and closed his eyes in shock.

Zhao Wujiu had been fighting for many years, and after many life and death junctures, he almost had to sweat, but he saw that when he was about to fall into the canal, he stepped on the side of the ship, which was almost flush with the cabin.

The protruding side of the gunwale was as wide as the palm of an adult man’s hand. If no one stepped on the narrow side of the gunwale by Bai Shiqi, she walked over, crossing the most dangerous place, clearly that there is a wide area under her feet, but she stretched out her hand. He grabbed one side of the beam and turned over, as if he could perceive Zhao Wujiu's gaze in the top cabin, and made an ugly face again, the corners of the red robe flashed, and the person was gone.

Zhao Ziheng still covered his eyes, and tremblingly asked, "Did it fall?"

He choked several mouthfuls of water in the canal yesterday, and he still has lingering fears when he thinks of the moment he sank.

Zhao Wujiu patted his cousin's head: "Okay, it's okay, everyone is gone." He couldn't help but hold his breath during the jump of just over seventeen. At that time, he suddenly understood the godson of the leader of the Boss. The way-giving birth is like this, non-sticks are not enough to check.

Where is the dude of Bai Seventeen? She is clearly a brave stinky boy, with unruly eyes and eyebrows, and drills wherever it is dangerous. It's no wonder that Yu Jinsheng, who is the most able to detect the news under his hand, has repeatedly eaten. This ability.

Zhao Wujiu thought through this section, and knew that ordinary morning exercises couldn't hold her at all, and could only admit his frustration in his heart for the first time.

Soon after, the kitchen brought breakfast, and the two cousins ​​were eating at the same table. Zhao Ziheng made sure again and again: "Cousin, seventeen is really okay?"

Zhao Wujiu wanted to knock off his head: "What do you think he can do?"

"Yes, even if Seventeen falls into the river, he won't be drowned." But even so, he still admires the ability of a good brother. In order to resist the oppression of his cousin and escape morning exercises, he dared to jump into the river, just because of this courage. There is no. If he had seventeen and a half courage, maybe he wouldn't have to be forced by the guards under his cousin's hands every day to exercise his desires.

Zhao Ziheng is just thinking about it. After yesterday’s danger, he has already figured it out today. When he came to the deck again, he gave up all the other races and decided to be an onlooker at ease. He was excited to see Bai Shiqi. Give her a hug: "Seventeen you are really fine!"

Bai Shiqi smiled: "Ziheng won't be out today?"

Zhao Ziheng's Bibai seventeen dressed up today is more than inferior, with a jade pendant on his waist, a golden crown on his head, a wide robe and large sleeves, and a jade fracture fan on his hand. One song: "What's next, I'll just have a look at it today. Would you like to try it out? Your subordinates said that you are good at climbing the mast. Let me open my eyes?"

Zhao Wujiu thought to himself: Climbing the mast is probably just a piece of cake for Young Master Bai...

The author has something to say: There are still red envelopes falling out of the ten-word comments in this chapter.

Go to write about the marshal next door. Good night, babies.