Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The rain in late autumn is most likely to cause colds.

Jinchen quickly turned on the stove to boil hot tea, and asked Luo Qiu to close the door to block the wind. The four of them sat around the stove.

Jinchen took the towel and stood up to help Ying Wushu wipe his neck and dripping hair, his movements were gentle as if he was afraid of hurting him.

Ying Wushu looked up at him, not knowing whether it was because of what had just happened or because he felt too sorry for Gu Shu, an inexplicable feeling of grievance came over him.

There was redness in Yangyue's eyes when she raised her head, and her whole body was wet, making her look inexplicably pitiful.

Jinchen frowned, a little puzzled: "Why are you so sad?"

Ying Wushu turned his head away and said in a hoarse voice, "The books have been soaked."

He was never like this before. Except for the death of his grandfather, Ying Wushu couldn't remember how many years it had been since he last shed tears. How come... he couldn't help crying in front of this person?

Jinchen picked up a book and looked through it. Ancient books were all written with fine ink, which allowed them to be preserved for hundreds of years. However, the paper was brittle to begin with, and became even more wrinkled after being soaked by rain.

Ying Wu Shu has his own way of taking care of his books. Even though he is sad, he never stops taking care of them.

"Okay, I'll help you."

Jin Chen whispered, touched the top of Ying Wushu's head, sat down beside him to help Tuogan, but saw that the corners of his mouth were curled, and the usual aloofness was hidden, looking aggrieved.

"Don't cry," Jin Chen coaxed him, "I'll go back in a few days and bring you some ancient books and secret manuals from Jinmen."

There are so many old men anyway, you can’t find them even if you take a few books.

Jinchen was so earnest in his consolation that Ying Wushu couldn't help but laugh. "How could you be so kind as to give away the Jinmen secret manual to others?"

"Don't give it to others, you are not."

Jin Chen gently stroked Ying Wushu's hair, and whispered in his ear, "If you want it, I'll go back and get it."

The faint scent of agarwood lingered at the tip of Ying Wushu's nose. It smelled very good. Ying Wushu had noticed it since the first day Jinchen came. It was as if it was a unique scent that this person was born with.

The inexplicable sadness in Ying Wushu's heart was suddenly soothed. He lowered his eyes and continued to rub the paper. Suddenly he said, "I don't want to read the Jinmen secret book. You said you would teach me."

If there were secret books, wouldn't he have to study alone by reading books like before?

"Okay, I'll teach you." Jinchen looked down at him, "Are you not sad anymore?"

Ying Wushu felt a little embarrassed, and his earlobes were as red as scarlet jade.

"Don't be sad, just sit down."

Jinchen finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his wife didn't cry.

Gu Cun and Luo Qiu on the other side of the tea table: "..."

Gu Cun whispered to Luo Qiu quietly: "It seems that the two of us have a low sense of presence."

Luo Qiu's ears felt a little itchy, so he pushed him away, "Hey, don't talk next to my ear."

"The tea is good but there is no book."

Luo Qiu finally realized what the atmosphere between the two people represented.

But he pretended that he hadn't noticed anything, after all, his friend looked like he hadn't figured it out at all.

Well... to be precise, before Jinchen appeared, Luo Qiu didn't think that Wushu would be attracted to humans.

But looking at it carefully, it seems... it seems that they still match well.

Luo Qiu sighed, it's really the people involved who are confused.

A bystander sees things more clearly! Ling Gungun also shook his head and sighed.

The great Lord Pixiu has seen through the tricks of the two young lovers!

Drinking hot tea can drive away the coldness in your body.

There are few tourists when it rains, and even fewer people come to the end of the street. The wind chimes haven't rung for several days, so the shop is simply closed in the afternoon.

Luo Qiu was holding a teacup and playing with his phone when he suddenly sat up, "Wu Shu! Check the group messages!"

Ying Wushu: "Which group?"

"The university class group said that they were going to arrange a teacher appreciation banquet and a farewell party for classmates."

Ying Wushu was puzzled, "It's been almost half a year since graduation, and this party is quite late."

Luo Qiu said, "Look who initiated it. What separation party? It must be that guy showing off."

Gu Cun was curious: "What's the matter? Can I listen?"

Luo Qiu said excitedly: "Let me show you, the initiator Wang Qiang, our class... no, our major is also famous for being a comparison guy. Every day when he opens his eyes, he compares himself with others in various ways."

"It is said that he joined some big group after graduation and suddenly held a party. Who knows how he will compare with us."

Gu Cun: "Oh... then Xiaoqiu, you can't lose! I'll find someone to support you tomorrow!"

Luo Qiu laughed a few times and said, "I won't go. I'll just go to see monkeys."

Jinchen suddenly asked: "Which university are you from?"

Ying Wushu flipped through his phone and answered casually, "Xingjing University."

He glanced at Jinchen, "Why are you asking this suddenly?"

Jinchen raised his eyebrows, "What a coincidence, I'm going to this school tomorrow."

"The principal contacted Jinmen for help. On the surface, it was to consult Feng Shui, but three teachers have disappeared in the past half month, and they are all from the same college. This is very strange."

Ying Wushu thought for a moment and asked, "Which college?"

"art college."

Ying Wushu: “Hiss…”

What a coincidence indeed, he is also from the Faculty of Arts.

Luo Qiu: "Then... shall we go together?"

Ying Wushu nodded and said, "Go."

Gu Cun sighed dejectedly, "I can't go tomorrow. I have to pick you up at the airport in the morning. So! I'll rush to your school after I pick you up!"

Ling Gungun was squatting by the window watching the rain getting heavier, and suddenly he stood up.

"Ow!"

[Host! Someone is coming~]

Jinchen looked at the tightly closed door. A few seconds later, there was a rapid knock on the door, accompanied by the crying of a child.

"Is there anyone... Is there anyone? Can we get out of the rain? The child is crying so hard."

The woman's voice sounded very anxious. Ying Wushu stood up and opened the door. The moment the door opened, the woman couldn't wait to thank him: "Thank you... Thank you!"

She was quite wet, and she was holding a little boy, about four or five years old, in her hands, crying so hard that his snot and tears were all mixed together.

Ying Wushu glanced outside the door and welcomed her in with a faint smile.

But just as the woman and the child stepped over the threshold, the wind chime hanging in the middle suddenly shook.

Ying Wushu closed the door calmly, and his fingers ran across the door latch, and the sound of the wind chimes gradually stopped.

When he turned around, he had returned to his cool smile.

"Xiao Qiu, go get two dry towels."

"Hey, okay."

Luo Qiu also heard the sound of the wind chimes. When he stood up, he looked at Ying Wushu in confusion. The latter shook his head slightly, signaling him not to say anything.

Ying Wushu returned to sit beside Jinchen and poured him a cup of tea. "It's raining heavily outside, why did you come to the end of the street to take shelter?"

The woman sighed, her makeup was smudged but she didn't care, she took a dry towel and wiped it on the child.

"I was shopping with my kids when it suddenly started raining and all the shops nearby were closed. There was nothing I could do."

The boy gulped down a large cup of hot tea and stopped crying, looking around curiously.

"Mom! I want that!"

He pointed to the Bodhi lotus lamp in the display cabinet in the center. The green leaves and pink lotus looked very beautiful.