The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Mr. Liu's funeral was very simple, without inviting any messy people.

Yanjiu's words came true, and indeed Mr. Liu would die before spring.

This is fate, and Yan Jiu is powerless, just like last winter when he... saw the death look on Liu Jincheng's face.

In front of Xiangzhao Bookstore, Shanyue Road.

Yanjiu leaned against the doorpost and watched Liu Jincheng supporting Mr. Liu as he walked away.

Their figures gradually blurred, leaning a little, and the scene changed, showing an elegant old man holding the hand of a little boy.

Slowly moving towards reincarnation.

The old man's hair is half white, and the little boy loves to laugh and has no formal appearance.

Just like when Yanjiu first saw them on the mountain.

Sprinkle the wine promised to Liu Jincheng into the soil.

Yanjiu sincerely wishes Liu Jincheng freedom in the next life and meeting the person he likes among the mountains and seas.

The next journey will definitely be...

After seeing Mr. Liu and Liu Jincheng off, Xiangzhao Bookstore became a little quiet.

Dabai and Erbai stopped chattering, and the day was so quiet that they couldn't get through it.

Yanjiu picked up another jar of wine from the wall, went out and turned left.

Dabai called out: "Yanjiu, why are you going?"

Yanjiu: "Find someone to drink with."

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At three o'clock in the middle of the night, there was a knock on the door of Shang's house, like a ghost knocking on the door.

A Tao, who was basking in the moonlight, was annoyed.

Poking out a branch, A Tao saw that the person coming was Yanjiu... but he had no choice but to use the branch to roll up a ladder to the outside of the wall:

"Jiujiu, you can climb the wall and come in."

However, Yanjiu had no sympathy at all: "The two floors are so high that I can't climb up." He was lazy.

Normally, if anyone dared to knock on Shang's door in the middle of the night, he would be kicked out by the martial arts attendant.

But today Shang Jing smelled it, a faint scent of honeysuckle, as if mixed with the coolness of the moon.

When the door was open, Yanjiu and Shang Jing looked at each other from afar. Yanjiu raised the wine in his hand and asked lazily:

"drink wine?"

Shang Jing turned sideways and welcomed Yan Jiu in: "I'm honored that you can think of me when you are in a bad mood."

Yanjiu frowned: "In a bad mood?...Is it so obvious?"

Shang Jing: "It's because we have a clear understanding."

As he spoke, Shang Jing looked at Yanjiu up and down with a slightly frivolous look:

"You come to me for a drink so late, and you're not afraid of having drunken sex with me?"

Yan Jiu said wistfully: "There is no guarantee of Mr. Shang's character, but he should still have some good wine."

While Yanjiu was talking, Shang Jing had already prepared the cup.

Under the big peach tree, it can be said that the flowers are in front of the flowers and the moon is under the moon.

Shang Jing and Yan Jiu sat opposite each other across the coffee table.

Shang Jing was the first to pick up the cup. He sprinkled the wine on the ground and frowned, "This cup is dedicated to our common friend."

Yanjiu held his chin with one hand and said lazily: "I have already paid my respects. If I pay you any more, I'm afraid he will be reincarnated as an alcoholic."

But Yanjiu also raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp: "This glass of wine is dedicated to myself." Yanjiu never looked at himself.

What do you like, what do you hate, what do you fear...

Suddenly, Yan Jiu sighed: "Shang Jing, we have known each other for so long, and I haven't told you a fortune yet."

Shang Jing said indifferently: "Didn't you say that your fortune-telling is very expensive and you never tell people's fortunes casually?"

Yanjiu said perfunctorily: "It's free today, hold out your hand."

Shang Jing stretched out his hand as he was told, and his nine-inkstone fingertips traced the veins of Shang Jing's palm. His palm was slightly itchy, which made Shang Jing's heart feel numb.

Yanjiu discovered that Shangjing's Red Luan Star was moving very much, and as he continued to explore, the Red Luan Star was actually connected to him.

Sure enough, Yan Jiu was too lazy to mess with fate, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Shang Jing saw that Yan Jiu was in a daze, so he asked:

"What, what did you calculate?"

Yan Jiu retracted his hand and said matter-of-factly: "It's something incredible, Mr. Shang, you'd better listen to me in everything from now on, otherwise there will be a big disaster."

Shang Jing pretended to be worried: "It's not impossible to listen to you, but I have to get some compensation."

Yanjiu: "What kind of reward? I don't even care what you want... um..."

Before Yanjiu finished speaking, Shang Jing kissed him into silence.

After endless tossing and turning, Shang Jing was not polite, and Yanjiu was too lazy to struggle. What happens once is familiar again, isn't it?

Lean less and the sound of kissing stops.

Yanjiu's bones were almost gone. He leaned back on the chair softly and finally understood why Tang Monk was afraid of the female goblin.

Shao Qing, Yan Jiujiu discussed with Shang Jing in a very non-deterrent manner: "Next time you want to kiss me, you have to get my consent first."

Shang Jing asked, "Would you agree?"

Yanjiu shook his head: "Of course not."

Shang Jing understood: "So it's better to just kiss directly. Speaking of which, we have kissed several times. Is it just unclear?"

Yanjiu said nonchalantly: "We are all adults, don't take these things so seriously, just treat them like a piece of pork."

Shang Jing said thoughtfully: "In this case, it is better for us to choose a different day than to hit the sun. Let's sleep today. We are all adults anyway, so you will be bitten by a pig."

The only thing that returned to Shang Jing was Yanjiu's shallow and regular breathing, and he fell asleep.

Shang Jing stood up, picked up Yan Jiu and walked into the house. As he walked, he muttered: "It's really useless. I thought I was so drunk."

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