I send love to Lao Gong [Quick Transmigration]

Hei Zhuzi was standing not far away, it was wrong to lift his feet, but it was even worse to stay still.

Turning his head to look at the direction of the setting sun, he wondered whether he should remind them.

Hurry up, after all, Erya will be worried if you don't get home when it's getting late.

Hei Zhuzi looked at the young master's no taboo behavior at all, and he had already ruled out the suspicion that he was a twin in his heart. After all, no twin of any family would behave so intimately with a strange man before and after marriage.

Now this young man looks more like a frail little man who was pampered by his family. It just so happens that his face is also tender. After all, there are not many good-looking men, but they have little knowledge in the corners of this small mountain village. .

Of course, Qiu He has not considered this conjecture about Hei Zhuzi at all.

After all, no matter whether it is a man or Shuang'er in front of him, they are all his dream lovers, and they are all the ones he loves now.Whether it's a man, Shuang'er, or a woman, he will desperately try to keep this person by his side.

Jiang Luo took another two steps forward, stepped on a small stone in the middle of the road, his soft soles were suddenly pierced, his feet were soft, and his body staggered and fell backwards.

Qiu He looked terrified, and teleported behind him almost instantly, and quickly reached out to stop him by the shoulder to support him: "Are you all right, did you sprain your ankle?" After helping him to stand firmly I have to squat|body to check.

Jiang Luo grabbed him by the collar of his clothes and dragged him up, and kicked him a few times: "It's nothing, I just accidentally stepped on a stone."

Following the young master's line of sight, Qiu He lowered his head and saw the culprit lying in the middle of the road. He didn't know whether it was a sudden twitch of his brain or seeing the frowning of the young master's brows, which was deeply dazzling.

Qiu He stepped forward and kicked the small stones away, and muttered, "I don't win much either."

The moment he turned his face, he met Jiang Luo's half-smiling eyes, and his body froze instantly. He opened his mouth in embarrassment, but didn't make a sound.

Jiang Luo stretched out his hand naturally.

Qiu He: "?"

Jiang Luo squinted his eyes: "You idiot!"

Qiu He: "?"

Jiang Luo: "...I sprained my ankle and I can't walk anymore, please hug me."

Qiu He: "!"

Jiang Luo stared: "What? You don't want to?"

Qiu He shook his head quickly: "No, no, I just..." Happiness came too suddenly, and I couldn't react for a while.

But Qiu He fought in the last days after all. In the last days, there is a severe shortage of supplies. Once you encounter what you need, you must act decisively and collect it as soon as possible. No matter whether it is a thing or a person, as long as it is determined by Qiu He , then he will get it by any means, not to mention sending it to his door on his own initiative.

Fearing that the young master would repent, Qiu He immediately took two steps forward, knelt down and picked him up by the waist.

This movement seemed to be practiced countless times, even Qiu He adjusted his posture according to the young master's height, so that he could lie more comfortably in his arms.

Jiang Luo found a comfortable position in his arms very familiarly, swayed his legs half on his stomach, and squinted his eyes: "It feels like the soles of my feet are hot."

Seeing him enjoy himself so skillfully, Qiu He suddenly felt a little depressed and stagnant in his chest.

The little boy looked like he was not a child of an ordinary family. Naturally, he was pampered and grew up. I don't know who has been hugged like this. To him, he is just a servant-like existence.

He said in a muffled voice, "Well, maybe it's because I've been walking for too long today, and it should be much more comfortable if I vacate."

Hearing his tone was not right, Jiang Luo didn't know where he was poked again, but he also knew that it was impossible to grab his collar and tell him straightforwardly no matter what you were thinking, I love you, yes You, just you.

This kind of thing can only be told to him later with practical actions, so Jiang Luo ignored him, closed his eyes and leaned against his hot chest, and listened to his powerful heartbeat with his ears: "If you don't exert yourself like this, your calf|legs will feel particularly sore."

Qiu He walked steadily step by step: "I'll take a look for you when I go back. It should be much better after a hot compress."

Jiang Luowo swayed in the small carriage for a long time, tired and sleepy, the familiar and safe atmosphere wrapped him tightly, and his eyelids became heavy after a while.

Jiang Luo tugged at his clothes in a daze, and murmured softly, "Qin Mu, I'm so sleepy."

Qiu He paused, staggered and almost lost his strength and threw the man out. He looked down at the frowning of the man in his arms, and hurriedly hugged him around his waist and hugged him a little tighter. The young master's eyebrows gradually loosened, and even the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, revealing a shallow but obviously very happy smile.

Qiu He's hand holding the young master's belt gradually tightened, his bushy eyebrows almost formed a straight line, he hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and whispered softly into the young master's ear: "Then you sleep for a while."

The corners of Jiang Luo's mouth curled up, and with his eyes closed, he stretched out his hands and touched upwards blindly.

Qiu He froze for a moment, then slowly tilted his head forward, and put his face in front of the young master.

Jiang Luo pinched his ears skillfully, as if he had done thousands of times, and his voice was soft | weak: "Yes."

The crisp|itchy sensation slowly overflowed along the earlobe, and flowed along the body's meridians and blood.

Qiu He felt his whole body burn up, like a plant that was suddenly thrown into the desert, and the water in the stalks evaporated in the blink of an eye, and there was nothing left.But after thinking about it again, it was like being thrown into the cold sea, shivering from bottomless depths.

Such intimate and familiar actions are obviously done often, so who is the other party?Is it the person that the young master likes, or the person who likes the young master.

If it is the person who likes the young master, he will definitely use eighteen martial arts to let the young master know who is the one who really likes him, but if it is the person the young master likes...

If it is someone he likes, then I will silently bless him.

This thought flashed through his mind, and Qiu He resolutely rejected it immediately.Even if the current young master has someone he likes, as long as they are not officially together, then he must still have a chance.

but if……

No, no, if they were already together, the young master wouldn't appear here alone, and he still seemed to have escaped from home.

Qiu He selectively ignored all the information that was not good for him, and simply believed that since they could meet, their fate was destined.

In the end, he will definitely let the little prince know who is the one who really likes him and can be with him for the rest of his life.

Due to the familiarity of the two people's movements, they couldn't get into the conversation at all. Hei Zhuzi, who had been following from a distance, saw the scene in front of him. His eyeballs almost fell off. He reached out to fix his dislocated jaw and stood there in a daze. .

This... is the first time we meet, so the progress may be too fast.

Seeing that the distance was getting farther and farther away, Brother Qiu's back gradually shrank into a small black spot, and Hei Zhuzi immediately followed, keeping the distance not far or close.

He scratched the back of his head, guessing that maybe the young man from the rich family was not feeling well, or he sprained his ankle, so Brother Qiu picked him up. Yes, Hei Zhuzi nodded, this is entirely possible.

Can--

Hei Zhuzi stared up and down Qiu He's back all the way with probing eyes, but he couldn't figure out why the young master was tired. It wasn't the people in black who followed behind him who were serving him, but Brother Qiu. Could it be that he had to leave? up?

Hei Zhuzi looked back immediately, but did not find any black shadows around.He squinted his eyes and kept looking around, but he didn't notice it before the man in black appeared, so he probably hid himself.

Hei Zhuzi rubbed his messy hair vigorously, ahhhh, my head hurts like hell.

Could it be that they knew each other before?Or did it mean that they had a turbulent past, Qiu He abandoned the young master, and now the rich son is here to chase after his relatives?

No wonder Big Brother Qiu resigned from the Yang family very quickly. In fact, he already had someone he liked, but it was just because the two parties didn't belong together.

Hei Zhuzi looked bewildered and his brain was wide open. Just when he finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and took two steps forward to catch up, Qiu He suddenly turned around: "Hei Zhu, I'm going back first."

"Ah?" Hei Zhuzi turned around and looked around, belatedly realizing that they had already arrived at the door of the house.Erya came out from behind and grabbed his ear: "You don't go home, why are you standing at Brother Qiu's door?"

Hei Zhuzi turned his face away in a panic: "Stop yelling, you'll draw others over."

Erya looked around, squinting her eyes: "Tell me, Hei Zhuzi, did you do something bad?"

"No, no, Brother Qiu..." Hei Zhuzi died of injustice, and when he turned around, there was no one behind him, and the fence gate was closed.

Erya refused to let go, and grabbed his ear: "Brother Qiu? What's wrong with Brother Qiu, don't change the topic with me, Hei Zhu, tell me the truth, did you spend money indiscriminately today, go back explain."

"Oh, oh, take it easy, I really don't, you listen to me first." Hei Zhuzi screamed in pain, but he couldn't yell out the reason right now, he could only keep crying Pleading, "Erya, take it easy, I'll tell you when I go back, I'll definitely tell you when I go back, don't do anything, let's calm down."

Er Ya: "Hmph, if you do something wrong, let me lighten your hand, lightly touch you to remember to eat or not to hit."

Hei Zhuzi: "..." What is this called? It has nothing to do with him.

Jiang Luo was so tired that even though he was still in Qiu He's arms, he still slept soundly.

Qiu He looked at the flushed face of the person in his arms, and the bright red tip of his tongue that was exposed from time to time by smacking his lips, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

His mother came out from the back room. She was hunched over without raising her head, but she was startled by his sudden sound. When she raised her head, she met her son's silly expression and was stunned: "Qiu He?"

"Ah, mother." Qiu He came back to his senses in an instant, and suppressed the expression on his face.

The son still knew how to respond, his mother let out a breath, seeing the sluggish look just now, she thought she had been lowered.After relaxing, his mother noticed that there was another son lying in her arms, she frowned and asked, "This is..."

Qiu He didn't know anything about the young master, but he couldn't tell the truth to make the old man worry, what's more, he was afraid of leaving a bad impression on the old man, so he said in an understatement: "I happened to see him being bullied in the city." , brought it back."

His mother's expression changed in an instant: "Dahe, do you know who it is? Why did you bring him back? Who was the one who bullied him? And you, are you injured?"

As he said that, he was about to come forward to look at Qiu He's clothes.

There was still someone in Qiu He's arms, so he naturally dodged away: "Mother, I'm fine, you can't just watch people being bullied when you see it."

His mother frowned slightly, apparently not knowing how to decide.

Qiu He was afraid that she would continue to ask, so he lifted his foot and walked inside: "Mother, I will carry him into my room first."

"Dahe, you—" Seeing the man being hugged, his mother thought she was bullied so badly that she fainted. She wanted to ask about the specific situation, but after yelling, she felt that the man had already been brought back, and now it's inappropriate to ask. , and finally only asked, "Do you want mother to ask the doctor?"

Qiu He: "...No need, mother, it's nothing serious, I'll just help him take a look."

His mother sighed slightly: "Okay, okay, mother is going to the kitchen first, you don't have to worry."

Qiu He: "Well, mother, don't worry about it, I'll cook right away."

Qiu He was worried that the young master was injured, and he couldn't take off his clothes immediately to check, so he hurriedly took a basin out to get some water and wipe the sticky sweat on the young master's face first, so that he could sleep more comfortably.

Seeing his anxious back, his mother suddenly stopped him: "Dahe."

Qiu He didn't even touch the ground with his toes: "Mother, if you're hungry, there's still leftover porridge from the morning in the kitchen."

His mother took small steps and directly grabbed his sleeve, her cloudy eyes narrowed into a slit: "Dahe, tell mother the truth, do you like him?"

Qiu He's face turned red all of a sudden, and he even wanted to shake off his mother's hand, so he restrained himself and forced a smile: "Mother, what are you talking about."

His mother let go of her hand suddenly, and sighed: "Dahe, you are mother's child, do you still want to tell lies in front of mother? After all, mother has been here before, and still can't understand the way you look at others."

Qiu He didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He held the basin in one hand and rubbed the sweat on his pants with the other hand: "Mother, this should be the person I told you about last time."

His mother was full of sadness: "Dahe, why are you so hard to let mother worry?"

Qiu He stood still in place, the orange-red sunset shrouded his tall figure with a faint light.

His mother rubbed her face with her hands: "You child, you have been cowardly since you were a child, and mother has always been afraid that you will be bullied, so you finally grew up so big." She looked Qiu He up and down, her eyes glistening, "It's so big! It's also thanks to having a child relative when I was young, otherwise who would be with you, but you refused to listen to your mother and wanted to resign the marriage, and this time you brought back an unknown person..."

Qiu He frowned and interrupted her: "Mother, he is not someone who doesn't understand."

His mother stared at him for a while, and saw determination and deep love in those dark eyes: "Oh, you have grown up too, and mother is not the one who can help you make decisions." Oh, Dahe, yourself... If people also like you, you can work harder, mother sees that he is different from us, he is not a poor commoner, so I am afraid of him..."

Qiu He is two heads taller than her, and when he lowers his head, he can see the black and white hair on Qiu's mother's head and the rickety spine, and his heart trembles: "Mother, don't worry, you just take care of yourself, I have my own affairs in my mind." There are many."

There's no mother who doesn't think about her own children. Anyway, his son has fallen in love with her wholeheartedly, and even brought everyone home. She has nothing to say.

Mother Qiu thought in her heart that the boat would be straight when it reached the bridge, and took a deep look at her son who seemed to have grown up recently.

Thick eyebrows and big eyes, sword eyebrows and star eyes are also rare looks.

"Okay, okay, you brought back a daughter-in-law for yourself, mother is happy, happy." She said that she didn't delay Qiu He's affairs, turned around and left again with her waist bent.

Qiu He had no choice but to look in the direction of his room again, clutching the basin tightly in his hand, and went to fetch water in the backyard.

*****

Jiang Luo opened his eyes in a daze, shook his head and felt as if he had slept for a long time, he half supported the bed and struggled to get up.

A black shadow cast on his face, Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes and was about to open his mouth.

"His name is Qiu He, stop calling him Qin Mu."

Just as Jiang Luo woke up, he was startled by the sudden sound of the system, and blurted out what he said: "Qiu He."

Qiu He watched helplessly as his eyes straightened just after he woke up, and hurriedly lowered| body: "Are you all right?"

Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a while, then shook his head in a daze.

Qiu He thought he was frightened by the new environment, hesitated for a while and stretched out his hand to rub his head: "Do you still remember me, I'm Qiu He, we met at the market during the day, you and... He glanced at Jiang Luo, who was still in a trance, and changed his words after thinking about it, "You said you were running away from home, so I brought you back."

After sleeping for too long, the chaos in his mind stopped turning. Jiang Luo nodded and turned his neck again: "Well, I know, your name is Qiu He, right?"

He still remembered himself, Qiu He only felt joy flooding from the bottom of his heart, he nodded again and again: "Yes yes yes, my name is Qiu He, do you want to get up now?"

Glancing out the window, it was already dark outside, Jiang Luo glanced at the person beside the bed: "Is it late?"

Qiu He scratched his head: "Well, you have been asleep for about two hours."

That's four hours. He's tired today, and his head still hurts after a long time.

Jiang Luo lifted the quilt on his body, sat up and moved his legs and feet briefly, only to feel that the muscles all over his body were sore |

Qiu He hurried over: "What's the matter, is there something uncomfortable?"

Jiang Luo shook his head, putting his legs on the edge of the bed as if he was about to get out of bed.

Qiu He reached out to stop him: "What's the matter, what do you want, I'll pass it to you?"

Jiang Luo glanced at him: "No, I feel that I have been lying down for too long, and I want to stand up and move around."

Qiu He had a disapproving expression on his face, but felt that he was not qualified to interfere with him: "You'd better lie on the bed for a while, you have a low fever."

Jiang Luo squinted at him.

Qiu He's heart was beating extremely fast, guilty of wanting to turn his face away to stagger his gaze, but afraid that he would see his deliberate avoidance, so he was trembling in his heart, but bravely pursed his lips and showed a shy and silly smile.

When this person fell asleep before, he had been sitting on the edge of the bed watching, the more he looked at that face, the more familiar it became, his eyes were glued to it and he couldn't tear it off.

Curved willow-leaf eyebrows, white | fair and transparent skin, and that slightly pouty peach petal pink | tender | petals that seem to be gleaming with water stains under the dim light.

Qiu He moved his hands uncontrollably, but when his fingers touched the plump|smooth forehead and brushed away the strands of hair sticking to his sideburns, Qiu He finally felt that something was wrong.

The skin under his hands was slightly hot, and the furrowed eyebrows seemed to be telling that the master was obviously not sleeping well at this time.

In a panic, Qiu He had no choice but to go to his mother first, and simply helped Jiang Luo look at it and came to the conclusion that it was not a fever, but it was hot today, just take a good rest and stop being bored.

Opening the window, the cool wind brushed past his cheeks. Qiu He took a deep breath, and the restless heat in his heart dissipated a lot. He glanced at the sleeping person on the bed again, turned around and went out and came in with a wet handkerchief.

After the cold air from the wet handkerchief was absorbed by the body, Qiu He immediately put on a new one, and after going back and forth dozens of times, the frown of the person on the bed finally relaxed.

Qiu He hesitated and stretched out his hand to touch it again, and sure enough, the temperature also dropped.

After packing up his things, he nervously asked Qiu's mother who was about to fall asleep, and learned that there should be nothing wrong when the temperature dropped, so he let out a breath and sat next to Jiang Luo's bed again, just like that. Started to watch him sleep steadily.

Qiu He is not afraid of being known to take care of him when he is sick, he is just afraid of being found out by the young master that he did not know about his illness until he touched him, his nervous palms were covered with dense sweat, and the tense muscles on his arms were trembling shake.

Jiang Luo's temples were swollen. Although he noticed that something was wrong with him, he also knew that the two of them would feel uncomfortable when they first met, so they ignored it and didn't notice Qiu He's two fights at all.

Jiang Luo raised his face to look at him, squinted his eyes and pretended to be familiar, and said, "I just, want to make it easier."

Qiu He: "..." This really cannot be replaced.

Qiu He's cheeks turned more than half red suddenly, the tips of his ears moved, moved again, and finally turned his face and stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Luo's arm, and said stumbledly: "Then I, I will go with you."