MTL - Faraway Wanderers-Chapter 19 Fire night

As soon as Zhou Zishu passed midnight, he couldn't fall asleep. He was adjusting his breath in the room, and suddenly he heard the shrieking shouting outside. He frowned, straightened up, pushed the window open, and saw a lot of disheveled people running under his window, and then a burst of fireworks came across him.

"Go water! Go water!"

In the cold night, thick smoke began to permeate. It seemed that the fire was not far from him. Zhou Zishu said comfortably, anyway, this is Gaojiazhuang, so many people are there. Looking at the smoke, I know that the fire is not small. It is not beyond control. He was reluctant to do anything, and felt a bit shy, so he reached out to close the window.

Suddenly a hand stretched out, and naturally opened his wrist to close the window, and he ambiguously touched the back of his hand, then jumped in from the window with agility, smiled at Zhou Zi, turned back and closed the window. .

Zhou Zishu looked up and down the Wen Kexing guest before talking, and when his nose was itchy, he turned his head to give a strong sneeze, frowning indifferently, and took two steps back, and this I do not know which rouge gouache just rolled out of the "xiangxiang" to keep a certain distance.

He glared at the gentle man, and saw that his hair was untied and tied thick with a hairband. Although it wasn't messy, the open neckline, a little red on the white placket, and the sleeves lifted The savory powder smell that came out during the movement, and the marks from the ambiguous nails on the wrist ... and the look on the face, I was afraid that others would not know he was going to sleep.

Zhou Zishu suddenly subconsciously adjusted his sleeves and sat upright, a certain sense of moral superiority suddenly emerged. For a moment, he almost felt that, compared with Wen Kexing, he was almost an unscrupulous gentleman.

Wen Kexing sat on his bed with a butt, feeling that the quilt was cold. Apparently the owner in the room had already got up, so he opened his mouth and said, "Don't be ugly, I said, you don't sleep deeper in the middle of the night. Are you lonely? I didn't say it earlier, I said I took you there ... Dongting, alas, Dongting is really a good place, Zhongling Yuxiu, handsome.

Zhou Zishu laughed lightly, no longer pretending to be pretentious, and he was quite self-aware. The seriousness of others must be serious, and he himself was serious, like explaining to people what is called "difficult in appearance", "different in appearance", "full mouth" Kindness and morality, a man with a belly steals son-in-law ".

He took a quick look at Wen Kexing and said slowly: "Brother Wen chose the right time to go out. You just left your front foot and your back foot was on fire ..."

Before he said a word, Wen Kexing's complexion suddenly turned blue, and he was angry: "Fart, I've been away for several hours!"

Zhou Zishu froze, didn't understand what he was angry at, and saw Wen Kexing look up and down to look at him unwillingly, his face faded, and a wretched smile appeared: "Asu, this is changing the law Then, you wash your face on the face, and I'll show you ... it won't be long. "

Yan Bo also reached out and grinded his lips, pointed out his tongue, and licked the corner of his mouth, as if aftertaste something.

Zhou Zishu stared at him for a while, and arbitrarily put an empty glass in his mouth to drink, and after pouring for a long time, nothing was found, only to find that there was no drop of water in it. Wen Kexing looked at him with interest, thinking to himself that although he could not see the real face of the man, he must have blushed. The more I think about it, the more I feel happy, and then I can't help but laugh out loud.

Zhou Zishu gritted his teeth and squeezed a few words out of his throat: "Unfortunately, thank you."

Wen Kexing laughed back and forth.

Fortunately, everyone's eyes have been attracted to the place where the fire broke out. Otherwise, the uncle will be photographed—is there any onlooker who is on fire and laughs like this? Zhou Zishu felt that the word "deficiency" was tailor-made for Wen Kexing.

So he stood up, gathered his scattered hair, turned around and walked out, preferring to smoke outside, rather than be in a room with someone.

The fire was basically suppressed, and it was a room in the Gao family that was on fire. Basically, all living things in the Gaojiazhuang were alarmed tonight. Gao Chongzheng frowned, his head crooked, and he said something to Deng Kuan.

Gao Xiaoli was also on the side. When he saw him, he nodded anxiously, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Brother Zhou, I didn't expect such a thing to disturb your dreams. "

Zhou Zishu had a good impression on her. She smiled, and then lightened her voice and asked, "Which house is running out of water?"

Before the words were over, we saw Wen Kexing carrying an outer robe, and Dala stepped out of his room, reached out and put the robe on Zhou Zishu's body, then chin against his shoulder, and beat lazily. Yawning, sleepy-eyed also greeted Gao Xiaoli.

Gao Xiaoli's face turned red immediately, and he turned his gaze to the side in a hurry, saying very quickly: "I heard it was the little boy in Zhangjiazhuang, but it was all right, he and his father still had tonight. Uncle Zhao talked late, so he rested in the cabin ... "

The poor girl's eyes were agitated in a hurry, and she saw Wen Kexing hooking Zhou Zishu's waist arm and the scratches on her wrist, so her face became redder, and I whispered: "I go to my father Look at Zhang Chengling. "

Then ran down with his head down.

Zhou Zishu then reached out and pinched Wen Kexing's wrist, and plucked his hand out of his own body. The sound of "Gala Gala" came out of his bones, which matched his expression of gnashing his teeth.

Wen Kexing smiled without notice: "Axu, isn't your little apprentice okay, what are you doing with me?"

Zhou Zishu didn't let go of his wrist, but he got up and looked up in front of him carefully, then smiled, narrowed his eyes and looked at Wen Kexing coldly, and asked, "I don't know which beauty has such strong nails. , Brother Wen, have you left such a ... good-looking impression? "

Wen Kexing's eyes "brushed" and flashed: "Asu, are you jealous?"

Zhou Zishu said, "I want to eat you."

Wen Kexing opened his eyes and looked at him for a long while, and was almost overjoyed, and chuckled, "Okay, come to the house, I can give you whatever you want, and eat it as many times as you like."

Someone can be so shameless all the time, Zhou Zi sneered with a smile and flung Wen Kexing's wrist back into his arms, and looked back at Zhang Chengling surrounded by a group of people, showing a thoughtful look , Then turned to return to the room. Zhang Chengling's room can't possibly catch fire for no reason. Where did Wen Kexing go in the middle of the night? And why would you want to use it to play in front of Gao Xiaoli?

At this moment, Wen Kexing suddenly asked very lightly behind him: "Axu, in such a long time, I have never seen you sleep in the middle of the night. Could you ..."

Zhou Zishu's pupils shrank. Although his face was expressionless, he couldn't help walking.

I just listened to him continue to answer: "Is it because the defensive lady is too lonely, she can't stop talking all the time ..."

Zhou Zishu strode into his room, as if what Wen Kexing said was not a word, but a fart, and he was so frightened that he could scare him away.

Wen Kexing smiled and didn't say any more. He stood in place and looked at Zhang Chengling, who had lost weight in just a few months. The boy seemed a little taller, his face paled like a dead man, his mouth closed tightly, but his eyes were dark and bright. It seemed a little stubborn and a bit repressed. The whole person seemed to be on fire, and the little rabbit that knew it suddenly burned into a little wolf.

Wen Kexing believes that this kid is indeed a child of the Zhang family. Then he smiled softly, opened his mouth, and said silently in the direction of Zhang Chengling, "Be careful, boy."

On the second day, Wen Shanren suddenly noticed that the "Sage of the Week" who had not been out of the house since Zhang Chengling came out was gone in the morning. The house was neat and tidy as if no one had lived.

Zhou Zishu didn't know why he would follow Zhang Chengling secretly early in the morning, just in case, he also specifically found a Zhang Renpi mask and covered his own once-processed skin.

He lurked in the crowd, like a ghost that came and went without a trace. No one noticed this stranger in a light-colored shirt, and forgot it when he saw it. He walked under the eyelids, and it would never cause others more than a gust of wind. attention.

Zhou Zishu and Zhang Chengling kept a close distance. Looking at this so-called martial arts event, everyone was expressing their own indignation. The child who was most qualified to express his position was just aside, silent. Watching it all silently.

His eyes widened, reflecting the faces of everyone. Suddenly Zhou Zishu thought of someone—the dark-feared crypt that day, he saw the young man with thick eyebrows standing under the peach tree.

Liang Jiuxiao.

He remembered what happened when he was a kid. Liang Jiuxiao's little bunny called his brother, and he liked to stumbling in front of and behind things. He chattered and never stopped. Man is stupid, and teaches him to slow everything down.

At that time, Zhou Zishu was young and had little patience. He was very dissatisfied with Master throwing this little thing to himself, and he was impatient and had no good looks.

He was not good as a big brother, and when he got a chance, he turned around and stabbed him in a strange way, but the boy seemed like he had no nerves.

When others learn it once, Liang Jiuxiao learns it two or three times. If he doesn't understand, he will ask. The master is impatient and says something bad. Liang Jiuxiao listens and waits for the master to get angry.

It's like the little guy in the Zhang family. It belongs to the dog skin plaster and cannot be thrown off.

But ... who knows that the dogskin plaster can be dropped someday? Who knows that the four seasons owner and sunroof leader who had endless scenery at that time would one day stand in the crowd without any sense of existence, watching a half-year-old child in his tenth year, thinking sad and sad?