I send love to Lao Gong [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Luo saw that he was awkward and wanted to stay away, and also wanted to lean on him. He happened to be unable to stand up, so he calmly put his hand on his arm.

The tentacles were hot, and the fingertips moved slightly, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

Qiu He: "!"

Teeth clenched | Clenching his teeth, he hated it to death in his heart, but things like body temperature were out of his control, so he had to lower his head and try to cover up the inappropriate expression on his face.

That is to say, at the beginning, Jiang Luo was caught off guard by being scalded. He opened his mouth to tease Qiu He, but seeing his cramped appearance, he finally managed to control it abruptly. If he teased hard, it would be bad.

Jiang Luo helped him stand up slowly, except that his legs were a little numb, his body was fine, a strong arm across his waist pulled him up before he fell down, and then quickly let go.

Qiu He lowered his head, his voice was low and hoarse as if he was sick: "Wait a minute, I'll help you find some clothes to put on, it's cold at night."

Jiang Luo hummed, and the soft | soft voice burrowed into Qiu He's flesh like a bug, his whole body was itchy, and his feet were so soft that he almost fell to the ground.

"Pfft—" Jiang Luo couldn't hold back, and laughed outright.

Qiu He turned his face away, touched his nose embarrassingly, and hurriedly walked aside and opened the cabinet, which was embarrassing.

Looking at the gray cloth gown inside, Qiu He had already put his fingers on it, but hesitated again, turned around and glanced at the gorgeous clothes on the young master, his inferiority complex came up again from the bottom of his heart.

I don't know if the little boy can wear such a rough cloth, recalling the smoothness and tenderness touched by his fingertips just now, the snow-white and delicate skin automatically emerges in his mind.

Qiu He twirled the starched clothes with two fingers, and didn't know whether to take them out for a while. Even if the clothes were just worn on the body, the young master's fragile skin would turn red Bar.

Jiang Luo: "?"

Jiang Luo called tentatively: "Qiu He?"

Qiu He's back stiffened, and he turned around and asked nonchalantly, "Are you allergic?"

Jiang Luo: "?"

Jiang Luo shook his head subconsciously: "No." If he is allergic, his father would not dare to let him enter the small world casually, and there will be big problems.

Qiu He exhaled: "That's good."

Jiang Luo supported the bed and stood for a while, feeling his strength gradually returning. He lingered to Qiu He's side, looked at a cabinet of clothes of almost the same style, and naturally stretched out his hand to grab the hem of the outermost piece of clothing, Turning his face: "This? Is it okay?"

Seeing that slender, white|tender finger pointing at his clothes, Qiu He felt as if a fire was suddenly ignited in his body, and it was as if all the blood in his body had been burned out, not a single drop of water remained, and his head exploded. One sound - a piece of scorched earth.

He nodded nervously: "Okay, okay." You can wear whatever you want, and I'll take off the one I'm wearing right away, as long as you don't catch cold again.

Jiang Luo glanced at him suspiciously, and after waiting for a long time, he only saw him standing with his head bowed and his shoulders slumped, showing no sign of helping himself at all: "?"

Thinking that the two were still new acquaintances after all, this person was embarrassed to do it and he didn't say anything. Jiang Luo took it out and put on his clothes, looked at the wooden stake in front of him, and his tone was naturally not the slightest bit: "Well, where is the latrine? ?”

Qiu He didn't know what he was thinking, his cheeks and even his neck were flushed, his whole body was trembling and he raised his face in a panic, and he was even more panicked when he met Shang Jiangluo's angry gaze, his eyes rolled around, and he took a deep breath Only then did the discordant images in my mind flash out: "It's dark outside, I, I'll take you there."

Jiang Luo: "?" Although I don't know what's wrong with him, but I always feel silly, very cute but also very dull.

Jiang Luo sighed slightly in his heart, nodded: "Okay."

*****

Naturally, the simple latrine was not soundproof, and the surroundings were pitch black. Qiu He was afraid that he would be afraid, so he didn't dare to go far, so he could only stand awkwardly at the door. The sound of the thin fabric rubbing inside made him feel uneasy.

The sound of splashing water stopped abruptly, Qiu He pursed his lips, but he didn't see the young master come out for a long while, so he opened his mouth and called tentatively: "Are you still there?"

There was no sound inside, Qiu He called a few more times, but there was no response, he immediately became anxious, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw the young master standing at the door and looking at him with a smile.

The bright white moonlight shone on the young master's face, making his skin white and delicate.Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes and leaned closer: "What's the matter?"

The hot air he exhaled hit Qiu He's face, his whole body trembled, he stepped back suddenly, but he was afraid of falling on the person who was already lying in his arms, so he turned his face to avoid him in a panic, but because the movement was too Too impatient, his cheek seemed to brush a soft|soft lip|petal, and Qiu He's mind was stunned for a moment.

Jiang Luo blinked and squeezed his chin to force him to look at her.

Qiu He's eyelids drooped, and he didn't dare to look at him at all: "You, you, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Luo tilted his head, with a childlike expression of ignorance on his face, and shook his head: "I'm fine, it's you, you..."

Qiu He almost bit off the tip of his tongue: "What's wrong with me?"

Jiang Luo's soft little hands gently pinched his chin: "Why don't you dare to look at me?"

Qiu He's feet were soft, and he felt insecure like stepping on cotton. He wanted to break free from his hand in a panic, but he was afraid that he would get angry: "I, I don't have it."

"Oh, I see." Jiang Luo nodded thoughtfully.

Qiu He panicked: "You know, what do you know?"

Jiang Luo pursed her lips and stared into his eyes: "I guess, are you..."

Qiu He swallowed hard, looking nervously at the slightly moving red lips, not knowing whether he was afraid or wanted to hear something from that mouth.

Jiang Luo coughed twice, with a clear and playful voice: "You like me, right?"

"What, what, what did you just say?" Like a thunderbolt, Qiu He was confused by his sudden sentence, unable to speak, stumbling, "No, you misunderstood, I didn't...we, That, the first time, uh, the first time we met, we met..."

Jiang Luo resolutely interrupted his stumbling and incomprehensible words: "I misunderstood? Did you sneak | me while I was sleeping?"

"How do you know?" Qiu He almost blurted out, but the moment he said this, he regretted it, wishing he could just bite off his own tongue, and in the end he didn't tell himself at all.

In fact, he didn't know either, but it was easy to guess based on someone's urine, but now, he was sure.

Jiang Luo shrugged his shoulders, turned his head and glanced at the dark hut, shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "Although I want to have a good talk with you on this issue, first of all, I think that this place is obviously not a Suitable place."

A gust of night wind blew by, and there was a fishy smell in the cool air, indeed...

Qiu He's complexion changed slightly, he frowned and hurriedly said, "Let's go back first."

Jiang Luo stretched out his hand naturally: "I've been standing for too long, my feet are a little numb."

Qiu He froze for a moment, and stared at him blankly. He intuitively felt that such close contact was not good, but seeing the indifferent expression on the young man's face, he felt that he had already hugged him before, and now it would be hypocritical for him to be twitchy. .

He stretched out his hand and hugged him directly, and the sultry atmosphere dissipated completely, more like the young master and his family's second idiot|servant.

Jiang Luo nestled in Qiu He's arms without resting, his mouth kept moving: "Qiu He, my name is An Ning."

Qiu He's footsteps paused, and he didn't know what to say after humming. He simply pressed his lips tightly and dared not say anything.

Jiang Luo poked his chest|front with his finger, felt that his whole body was suddenly stiff, and withdrew his hand: "Scream again."

Qiu He was stunned, and just when Jiang Luo reached out to poke him again, Qiu He suddenly called out: "An Ning." The voice was hoarse, and there seemed to be a hint of love, and Jiang Luo's ears moved, and he couldn't help but pick at him. in his arms.

The two of them happened to walk into the yard and passed a pear tree. When the night wind picked up, broken petals fluttered down and landed on Jiang Luo's shoulders. for a while.

Seeing his interested look, Qiu He hummed for a long time before saying, "It's white, pure white."

Jiang Luo looked up at him: "Huh?"

The pear blossoms are beautiful, but Qiu He's Chinese is not good, and he can't tell the pure and tender color. His face will burn up and stutter even when he looks at it like this.

"It's just a small piece. A flower has about four or five petals? They are all white in clusters, and there are stamens..."

The more he talked, the more confused he was. He took a sneak peek at Jiang Luo carefully, and finally concluded in frustration, "It's just very beautiful. You can take a look when you get up tomorrow morning."

Jiang Luo was still holding the petal in his hand: "No wonder it is said to be like a sudden | When the spring breeze comes in the night, thousands of trees and pear trees bloom, and they are snow-white."

Qiu He: "Well, it's all piled up together, which is indeed similar to snow."

Because Jiang Luo looked at the tree along the petals, Qiu He stopped and stood where he was for him to watch for a while.

Jiang Luo was still wearing little clothes and shivered from the cold.

Qiu He immediately tightened his arms nervously, and quickly raised his feet: "It's too late today, let's come out to have a look tomorrow, let's go back first."

"Wait a minute." Jiang Luo suddenly said, Qiu He almost stopped the car, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Luo shook the petals in his hand and asked after a pause, "Do you know what pear blossoms represent?"

Originally, he wanted to speak the language of flowers, but for a while, he didn't know how much this world overlapped with other worlds, and he didn't know whether he could understand the word "language of flowers".

Although it is a plant-based ability, Qiu He, as a big man, most often uses plants to kill people in the last days, the kind that can make a large group of zombies fall to the ground without seeing blood.

When I came to this world, I just used weak abilities to make my crops grow better, but I never paid much attention to those flowers and plants.

Qiu He shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

Jiang Luo didn't dislike his ignorance, but his eyes immediately shifted from the tree to his tense and distorted face under the moonlight: "Pear blossoms represent purity, and also symbolize the purest love in the world."

Qiu He's breath stagnates, he is not a romantic person, and he doesn't know what it means to suddenly mention this in the middle of the night.

Jiang Luo held his shoulders with both hands, rubbed upwards, and stared at him intently, until he looked at Qiu He so much that he didn't even dare to look up, then he said slowly: "You just said that pear blossoms are beautiful?"

"Ah?" Qiu He felt that there must be a big mess in his mind now, otherwise he couldn't keep up with the brain circuit of this young man at all.

Jiang Luo pointed to his own face, and with the other hand, he pinched the pear blossom and placed it on the side of his cheek, with a smile on the corner of his eyes and brows: "Then—is it the pear blossom that looks better, or me?"

Qiu He: "!" He stared at Jiang Luo with wide eyes in shock.

Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes: "Why, it's hard to answer?"

How can the two be compared.

The frosty moonlight shone on the young master's face, exuding a soft gleam. The young master was like a fairy on that moon, hundreds or thousands of times prettier than Li Hua.

Seeing that he was about to get angry, Qiu He almost shouted out anxiously, deliberately lowering his voice: "You look good."

That's about the same, Jiang Luo pursed her lips, loosened her hand and threw the flower directly to pat the petals on her body: "Go back, it's a bit cold."

The faint fragrance floated to the tip of Qiu He's nose without any warning. He hummed lightly and lifted his foot, but the steps were small and steady. After all—no matter what the reason was, he wanted to Hugging the little prince like this, clinging to him intimately.

*****

Jiang Luo was lightly placed on the bed. He got up and half-kneeled on the bed. He raised his face and asked Qiu He who had not had time to retreat: "Are you the only one in your family?"

Qiu He shook his head: "There is also my mother, but it is too late, she has already gone to bed."

Jiang Luo nodded, raised his head again, rubbed his stomach and asked with a bitter face, "Is there anything to eat? I'm a little hungry."

There was food left for the young master in the pot, which was originally prepared for him to eat as soon as he woke up, but when he woke up, Qiu He's mind was only left with his frowns, smiles, gestures, and thoughts. It's even blanker than a blank sheet of paper, so I can't think of anything else.

Qiu He blamed himself and was anxious to go out: "Yes, vegetable porridge, you wait here for a while, I'll get it right away."

As soon as he reached the door, he stopped before he could step out. Qiu He turned around with a stiff neck, and said in a slightly disturbed voice, "Maybe there is nothing delicious in our house."

Jiang Luo just came in from the outside, his body was cool, he took off his coat and covered himself with a quilt, without raising his head: "You can do what you want."

This made Qiu He's heart tremble, as if he had eaten it before, he opened his mouth without saying anything, and went to the kitchen to serve the meal first.

Jiang Luo squinted at a bowl of green porridge in front of him, raised his face and asked, "Did you add dye to it?"

Qiu He paused in the air with his hand reaching out to pass the chopsticks: "No, no, this is a wild vegetable."

In the afternoon, he was afraid that the young master would not be able to drink the porridge, and he had no time to buy meat and fish, so he could only pick a few wild vegetables in the backyard and put them in. Although the porridge turned into an unpalatable green color, it actually tasted not bad.

Qiu He was afraid that the young master would not be able to eat any more, so he hurriedly said, "Why don't I go and make some white porridge for you now."

Jiang Luo took the bowl, took the chopsticks with the other hand, picked up a few pieces of pickled cucumbers and put them in his mouth, his facial features suddenly wrinkled: "Did you accidentally sprinkle the salt shaker in it? Why is it so salty?"

This person's cooking skills are simply regressing day by day, and I don't know if I can still eat his cooking when I return to the real world?

Qiu He pursed his lips aggrievedly: "This is for dinner." Their family has no money and can't afford any good meals, so they pickled a lot of similar easy-to-serve pickles, which can eat two meals a day. Big bowl of rice.

Jiang Luo has a light mouth, and it is true that he is not used to eating, but it is better than the novelty. Although he complains, the food is quite delicious, and he rubs his stomach after a while and hands the rice bowl to Qiu He.

Seeing how satisfied he stretched out his pink|tender|tender|tender tongue and licked his lips, Qiu He thought of the newborn kitten who couldn't open his eyes, and his heart was in a mess: "Do you want to eat? If you're not very hungry, you can eat it." Don't eat, eat too much at night, it's not easy to sleep."

Jiang Luo touched his flat belly, tilted his head and suddenly smiled at Qiu He: "It's okay, I'm full."

Qiu He let out a sigh of relief. He was afraid that the young master would lose his temper just now, so should he compromise? Compromise or compromise? Fortunately, the young master is a reasonable young master.

Qiu He turned around to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, Jiang Luo pinched the quilt to look at his back and asked him, "Then I will stay at your house today."

Qiu He paused and nodded.

Jiang Luo: "It won't be inconvenient."

Qiu He: "It's okay, as long as it's convenient for you."

He thought about it, although the young master ran away from home, but there was a group of people behind him, presumably the family should know that he was here, and then he thought about it privately, could the young master be able to find him before his family came to look for him? Live here all the time?

Jiang Luo: "I just want to ask, I just saw that your house only has two rooms, where will I live tonight?"

Qiu He hurriedly replied: "You live here. This is my room. The one I sleep in is also cleaned all the time. Don't worry."

Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes: "I just want to say, where are you going to sleep tonight? Is it possible that you are going to sleep with your mother?"

How is it possible, how can you not bother the old man, Qiu He shook his head: "I just lay a floor outside."

He didn't hear the sound for a long time, thinking that the young master should agree to the proposal, Qiu He lifted his foot with the tray and was just about to go out.

Jiang Luo: "Wait a minute."

Qiu He stopped immediately: "Huh?"

Jiang Luo groaned with a smile on his face: "It's so embarrassing to sleep on the floor outside? Otherwise, you should sleep in the room too."

With a bang, the bowl and chopsticks collided and made a loud noise. Qiu He almost threw the tray out of his hand. He shook his head again and again: "No, no, I don't need it."

Jiang Luo refused to let go: "It seems that I am overbearing, forcibly living in your house, and forcibly sleeping in your room?"

It doesn't matter how long you live, I'm willing.But facing Shang Jiangluo's smiling face, Qiu He couldn't just say his covetousness so loudly.

He organized his words, trying his best to show he didn't care, but before he opened his mouth, he heard the young master calling him.

"Come here." Jiang Luo hooked his fingers and asked him to come over mysteriously.

Qiu He was puzzled, so he put the bowl and chopsticks aside, and stood by the bed at a loss.

Jiang Luo straightened up on his knees, raised his head slightly, just in time to see his resolute and angular chin: "I like you."

Qiu He couldn't be shocked anymore, his nails were almost embedded in the palm of his hand, his eyes widened and he opened his mouth without making a sound.

Jiang Luo squinted his eyes to carefully distinguish his expression for a while, but didn't see any response from him for a long time, and finally had to ignore his reaction and continue on his own: "I'm here to find you."

Jiang Luo grabbed Qiu He's lapel and pulled it forward forcefully, forcing him to look down at himself and raise his face with a proud chin: "Do you know Qin Mu?"

Qiu He: "!"

Qiu He didn't know him, but Qiu He knew this person and was very jealous of him.

because--

Because when they met for the first time, the young master looked at his face and called out the name Qin Mu.

Obviously, the young master has admitted the wrong person. According to the current development, Qiu He has roughly guessed the cause and effect of the matter.

It is very likely that Qin Mu is the person the young master likes, but the two cannot be together for various reasons.

It is very likely that Qin Mu is dead, or Qin Mu has married someone else, and the little prince has no chance at all, so he thought of letting himself be his substitute.

Qiu He felt depressed and uncomfortable in his heart, but in a short while, his mind had turned and turned a thousand times to make up for more than N big scenes.

If you can be with the young master, the substitute doesn't seem to matter, and——

He will try his best to make the young master fall in love with him when he is acting as a stand-in, Qiu He clenches his hands tightly, thinking silently in his heart, he will definitely be able to.

Seeing his sudden serious expression, Jiang Luo didn't know where his thoughts went.

Then he continued, "Qin Mu, I named you."

"Ah?" Qiu He's eyeballs almost fell out, and he stared blankly at Jiang Luo.

He was sure that there was no young master in his memory at all, whether it was the original Qin Mu or the current him, he had never seen him.

Jiang Luo turned his face away: "Don't look at me like that, it's scary."

Qiu He hurriedly turned his eyes away obediently.

Jiang Luo twisted his body comfortably without that kind of thorny eyes: "Well, before, not too long ago, it was three months, I saw you in my dreams all the time, I still thought it was weird at that time Yes, why I always dreamed of a person was suddenly inexplicable, and then I found a wandering Taoist to help me make a divination, and then he said that I was a red luan, and a lot of heaven-sent marriages, I don't remember either, anyway—”

Jiang Luo suddenly looked at him firmly: "In a word, that wandering Taoist said that you are my destiny, and then I believed it."

More than three months ago, wasn't that the day when I first came to this world?

Could it be that God reinstated him just to find his destiny?

Qiu He stood there in a daze, completely unable to tell what he was feeling at this moment, or he didn't feel anything now.

Jiang Luo touched the quilt covering his body and bowed his head: "Later, I dreamed a few times, and then I told my family that I have someone I like, but they don't believe that people have predictive functions, so I just told them all the time. Noisy, but I don’t know your name, so I took the initiative to help you name it, but I called it myself, and I ran out before I could tell them.”

System: "..." How dare you fool me.

Qiu He: "..." Do I believe this or not.