He first reluctantly sat there shaking his head and reciting a mantra. This habit has been scorned by those two people and he doesn't know how many times senior Wen said if "you to memorize this thing without saying a word, how can it be integrated?" His master is more straightforward, but he simply said that if he understands the practice, it will be natural, that he has never seen anyone in his life who can learn a broken formula more than the four books and five classics. It could be seen that Zhang Chengling is stupid.
Then Zhang Chengling suddenly remembered that Master and Senior Wen had gone out. This huge restaurant seemed to be lonely, so he trembled because he felt something was going to happen, he uneasily pulled the bed blanket down, and the quilt was pulled over his head, as if he would feel safer that way.
He waited and waited, listening carefully to the movement in the master’s room—of course, he completely ignored the fact that even if Zhou Zishu came back, he could not hear it with his ability—like a disturbed rabbit, waiting for most of the night, he didn't hear any movement. Finally, he still couldn't resist the trembling on his upper and lower eyelids, and fell asleep.
The next morning, he woke up due the movement of other tenants. Zhang Chengling climbed up and ran to his master's room. Then he was disappointed to find that the pillows were cold. They did not return. The inn staff Xiao Er came up to say hello to him, but Zhang Chengling simply nodded, and went downstairs to have breakfast by himself.
He couldn't lift his spirits and kept feeling that he was a bit stupid. For a guy who was 15 or 16 years old, his pants were getting shorter every day, but he always seemed to be standing still. Uncle Li saved his life, then he met his Master who sent him to Taihu, later he followed Uncle Zhao to Dongting, and found his Master again ...
It seemed that no matter where he goes or what he does, he is not free and autonomous, but just follows others ignorantly.
Zhang Chengling absent-mindedly wrapped buns, and for the first time pondered about where to go from here.
Just then, there was a small riot at the door. Zhang Chengling took a bun, looked back, and stared like the others in the shop.
He saw a dozen women coming in at the door of the restaurant. These women were all in black, like a group of crows that flew in together. He couldn't see how they look-because everyone had a mask on their faces, like the crudely made smiley doll masks sold to children on the streets during holidays, but these pale dolls had smirks hanging on the corners of their mouths. In addition to the smile, there were bloodstains, eyes wide open, and looking like ghosts.
The first person glanced at the dull little staff in front of them, and said coldly: "Get us a bowl of plain noodles, and one more loo at us, and we'll dig out your eyes!"
Her voice was rough and hoarse, with indescribable malice, and sounded like an old lady. When she glanced away, the people who looked secretly immediately lowered their heads—these girls did not look like good people but no one wanted to get in trouble and minded their business
The old lady in black who looked like their leader sat down and beckoned, "Take care of that little bitch, We'll set off immediately after eating."
The women in black under her command did not make nonsense, and sat down like they were ordered. Zhang Chengling saw it clearly. There was also a young woman with a shawl exuding a trembling sight. They were held by them and pushed over. He looked intently, only startled, and thought to himself, "Isn't this Miss Qian Jingao the daughter of hero Gao? How was she caught by these black people?"
The wolf-ridden woman was Gao Xiaoli. She did not see Zhang Chengling, her mouth was broken, and she was so dishevelled. Immediately, she felt a pain in her waist, and felt half-numb. A woman who was pressing her shoulder retracted the long needle that had just pierced her waist, and said coldly in her ear: "You bitch, Do you want me to make you a dead man who can't even stand up? Or should I make a few strokes on your shiny little face? "
Gao Xiaoli didn't dare to move. Her eyes were red, and she was frightened and angry. The woman stepped on her knee fiercely, and she fell face down to the ground and scolded: "Then you be quiet!"
Zhang Chengling hurriedly lowered his head, pretending that he hadn't seen anything, avoiding the eyes of the woman in black
After seeing that she had sat down, he carefully raised her head and studied Gao Xiaoli carefully.
He has always had a good impression of Gao Xiaoli. He felt that she was a soft and beautiful sister who spoke softly and kindly. When she saw that her face was still bruised, it was obvious that she had been beaten. These group of women in black were up to no good.
He then looked at the woman again, thinking anxiously, Master, why haven't they come back yet?
This group of people in black were obviously on the move, unlike Zhang Chengling who chewed slowly and filled his stomach, they immediately put down their money after eating preparing to leave, but Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing had not yet returned.
Zhang Chengling couldn't sit still.
Strange to say, as long as Zhang Chengling is in front of Zhou Zishu, he seems to be a special waste. The word "waste" is often said by his first impatient master that day. Moreover, he himself always relied on the master. Just for a trivial matter after shouting "Master Help", his all powerful Master who scolded him would still rescue him.
At this time, Zhou Zishu that absent, Instead, he was calm and daring, He secretly called Xiao Er, and told him he would be gone and chased after the group of women carefully.
On the other side, Zhou Zishu, who had not returned overnight, had an adventure.
As Wen Kexing listened to the sound of the bed and people becoming more and more unscrupulous, he couldn't help but have some doubts. This brothel is generally in the heart of the scorpion lair. They normally did these things in the room of the call girl. Silly, it's so empty under the bedboard that she didn't know that she lived in a large scorpion nest?
He pulled Zhou Zishu's hand and wrote on his palm, "Whose room is this?"
Zhou Zishu paused and said, "Big scorpion."
Wen Kexing was even more puzzled. Could it be that the head of the poisonous scorpion had let the sister Yao pick up customers in his own bedroom? He thought in horror, would it be impossible for the scorpion to be so poor that he could not support himself and had to set up a brothel?
Then he wrote on Zhou Zishu's palm again: "Scorpion Leader?"
Zhou Zishu shook his head, and Wen Kexing was even more puzzled. He listened intently for a while, and found that there were actually three people in the room, but the man and the woman were in a fierce battle, and they almost obscured the voice of the other person. Now, although the extra person breathed lightly, but still, they could hear a little rush, Wen Kexing became even more frightened, thinking the scorpion head's hobby was really weird.
So he wrote, "He can't get it up"
Zhou Zishu paused for a long time, then nodded cautiously.
His face reflected the moonlight that had just risen, and his official serious face looked as if Lord Zhou was dealing with national affairs, not listening to people having sex behind the wall. Wen Kexing looked at him, and felt that the world was awe-inspiring. If he was second, no one can be first.
After a long while, the sound inside slowly subsided. Zhou Zishu felt that it was almost time to end, and waited patiently for them to leave. Who knew that for a moment, the bedboard started to creak again. It seemed to be more lively. Zhou Zishu's brows furowwed, and he discovered that the two were not over, They were so this skinned and shameless.
Wen Kexing was almost amused by his tangled expression, listening to the sound of the room in the ear, and the intermittent singing of the front yard, coming from the people in front of him, his eyes lingered around Zhou Zishu's waist and legs in particular-- The two of them were quite interested, and he had nothing else to do, so he stared at the place where he shouldn't look.
After he was so impressed, he raised a hand and placed it on Zhou Zishu's side waist. Zhou Zishu's brows frowned even more, and he tilted his head to glance at him. Wen Kexing raised a forefinger in his mouth with a smile looking very innocent.
Zhou Zishu felt that he was a little over-sensitive by his teasing. He thought about himself as a big man, and If he wasn't taking advantage, he ignored him.
Wen Kexing got cheap and continued to touch slowly moving his palm down, as he became more satisfied. He felt that this man looks really smooth, but is slightly thinner, but the thinning also has benefits. if you take off your clothes, this small waist can be grasped, and it would be fely even more.
Zhou Zishu reluctantly returned his hand to slap on his respectful hip, cooperating with the scream of the woman in the house. twisting his two fingers, and blowing his breath gently, he squinted at Wen Kexing and chuckled.
Wen Kexing's eyes darkened immediately. He held him tightly, and kissed Zhou Zishu before his smile disappeared. None of them dared to make any move, they could only compete with each other very limitedly. The first time, Zhou Zishu didn't respond. The second time, he was hurt and was sad. This time it was an even match.
These two people, one who lingers in the brothels, meeting countless lovers, and takes the world as his ride, the other gets out of the capital of the 30-year-old Wangyue River and is accustomed to serving cups and changing faces to meet requirements. They were both old-fashioned. As they fought with their, it waa either one was dominating and the other dominated by starts dominating as well. L
He didn’t know how long it had been. He was almost suffocated in his chest in one breath, and even the two voices in the house had gone quiet, so Wen Kexing released Zhou Zishu, who was also unstable and still struggling to relax. Holding his hand, he leaned very close.
He suddenly stopped smiling, just watching Zhou Zishu quietly. At that moment, there seemed to be a more than a thousand words to say, but after all, they fell silent. The people in the room sighed, and the singing from the front yard became clear. The female voice sang softly, "Recall Mei Xiazhou, Zhemei sent Jiangbei ..."
Wen Kexing wrote in the palm of Zhou Zishu: "I only hope that your heart is like my heart, and that I will not miss this love."
Zhou Zishu looked at him for a long time, palms closed gently. He gently placed Wen Kexing's fingers in his palm, but it was only a slight touch, and when they separated, he lowered his eyes and once again avoided Wen Kexing's eyes and sighed indifferently.
At this moment, a male voice in the room whispered contentedly: "OK, you can leave. "Then the door rang, and Zhou Zishu took the opportunity to fly up like a bird, silently landed on the roof, and gently lifted a tile out to look inside the room
Wen Kexing still looked at his fingers, as if the temperature in the palm of his hand was still there, but the night breeze was too cold, and it fluttered lightly, and then disappeared. At that moment he couldn't tell what it was he was feeling in his heart, he could only laugh at himself and smile bitterly.
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