Envy

After autumn, it often rains in Mucheng.The trip back to Muyu was put on hold, and the group of them was trapped in this old city, like fish in a marsh.

Meng Xi prefers this kind of autumn.She likes to hold an oil-paper umbrella and wear a wide-sleeve cross-neck pear flower shirt, shuttle through the rain, looking for stalls selling sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.The streets of Mucheng are dilapidated and narrow, moss grows between the cracks in the stone slabs, and the roadsides are full of collapsed old houses.A small town has the charm of a small town, and the cool breath of autumn rain seems to be able to wash away all the troubles of people.

After she returned to the inn, she collected the paper umbrella.The embroidered shoes got into the water, and she felt a little uncomfortable, but she put the discomfort behind her after a while.

Among the resting guests in the inn, more than a dozen people gathered around a table, talking about something.In the past, when they got together, they chatted about their parents' gossip, but today they looked solemn and their voices were low.The people in the middle looked regretful and said that the Zhou family is well.

She didn't hear clearly, only heard the words "corpse spot" and "ghost encounter".She didn't worry about it, thinking it was another message from the public.Lifting her skirt, she thumped up the old wooden ladder to go upstairs, found Meng Tou's guest room, and pushed open the door.

It was a little dark in the room.On a rainy day, Meng Tou didn't open the window.He sat at the table, resting his forehead on one hand, thinking about things.He can sit like this for a day.

For half a month, he said little and didn't eat much.He was a little haggard, with stubble on his chin.Except for rushing, he spent most of the time in the guest room, not talking to anyone, even Huo Zhi and Xue Ye couldn't open his knot.

Meng Xi opened the window, and the room suddenly brightened up.A cool slanting wind and drizzle hit the house.She put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake she bought on the table, pulled out the stool and sat down, resting her chin on her hands: "Third brother, you should eat something. You've lost weight. If Shaojun sees it, he should How distressed."

Meng Tou's long eyelashes trembled slightly and his voice was hoarse. He said he couldn't eat.

Meng Tou said that he dreamed of Yan Qingheng again last night.In the dream, he repeatedly questioned Meng Tou why he didn't take good care of Yan Zhaohan.

Meng Xi said in relief: "Brother, Brother Huo is right. Su Chuo sent someone to take Yan Zhaohan away to save him. He will not hurt Shaojun. Don't worry too much."

Meng Tou knew.But Su Chuo must have ulterior motives in taking him away, and it's hard to guarantee that it won't be bad for Yan Zhaohan.Jiang Yi has been locked in Jingtang Mountain for many years, Su Chuo has the ability to rescue him.His title of "ghost genius" is not in vain.

The resurgence of Jiang Yi's party members means that Mu Mi will face another bloodbath.Su Chuo took Yan Zhaohan away, fearing that he wanted to use his hand to grasp Xiqiegong's lineage, and then compete with Mu Su.Now that Su Chuo has made a move, he is [-]% sure to make it happen.

Meng Tou didn't dare to think, if Jiang Yi's faction revived, would Mu Su be the next Shen Gui.He couldn't figure out what Yan Zhaohan was trying to do by planning to transfer his Yanhuo order.

Huo Zhi knew that his dispatch order had been replaced, so he guessed, "Perhaps Yan Shaojun has long been in collusion with Ming Jue."

He had never doubted Yan Zhaohan, but thinking about it now, the marks he saw on the window sill of the guest room in Pingyang were indeed left by outsiders.When he and Song Jingran were getting rid of their charms, Yan Zhaohan had secretly met someone who was determined behind his back.And that person should have heard the news of Meng Tou's return that day, and fled from the window in a hurry.

Yan Zhaohan was betting that Meng Tou would believe him.

These things have been haunting him, making him unable to sleep peacefully.He has a splitting headache.

Meng Xi put her hand on the back of her brother's hand, looked at him with watery eyes, and raised the corners of her mouth: "Brother, let's talk about tomorrow's matter tomorrow, okay? You should eat, drink, sleep, nothing is a big deal, and nothing is too difficult."

She unwrapped the oil paper wrapped in sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and pushed it in front of Meng Tou's eyes: "Eat something sweet, and you will be happy. If you don't like sweet-scented osmanthus cake, I can cook myself and make you a bowl of noodles."

Meng Tou said: "...don't, I'd better eat osmanthus cake. Your noodles are as good as Xue Ye's. Your noodles are even worse than his."

Meng Xi was so angry that he jumped up and made a gesture to hit him: "Brother!"

Xue Ye kicked open the door and came in with a bowl of hot noodles.It was a little hot, and after he put the bowl on the table, he rubbed his hands on his clothes.He breathed a few breaths into his fingers: "Brother Tou, I've ordered a bowl of noodles for you, hurry up and eat while it's hot... My mother, I'm scalding to death..."

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Meng Tou had a dream that night, and dreamed of Yan Zhaohan when he was young.He walked around the room barefoot, went to the table, and brought back a bowl of crystal grapes.He was such a clean person, stepped on the ground with his bare feet, and sat on the couch with his legs bent.

This year, Yan Shuhan could not resist his stubborn Yan Miao, and finally agreed to this marriage.After Huo Zhi and Yan Miao's marriage agreement was made, he took advantage of Huo Zhi's favor, and was able to accompany the Yan family's son-in-law from time to time, and lived in Yan's family openly and aboveboard.

The summer was long and tired, Meng Tou sat on the small couch facing the window in Yan Zhaohan's room, flipping through a book.Yan Zhaohan put the bowl of grapes near the edge of the bed, slipped into Meng Tou's arms, leaned sideways on his lap, peeled the grapes and ate them.After he peeled the grape skins, he would occasionally feed them to Meng Tou.

Meng Tu bit his lips, and after eating a few grapes, he turned his eyes from the book to his fair face.Meng Tou held his hand, and when he bit into the grape, he licked his wet fingertips.

Then Meng Tou's heartbeat and breathing were all messed up.In the late summer, the cicadas were buzzing, and half of the sunlight was trapped outside the paper-pasted window.Meng Tou lowered his head and sucked marks on his neck.

Yan Zhaohan was only 16 years old that year, and he was still childish, but he let him remove all his clothes very obediently, and he still nibbled on his Adam's apple.Meng Tou put his leg on his neck and bit the inside of his leg.The boy's skin was smooth and cold.Both of them were dripping with sweat.Meng Tou's hand, which has been practicing swords for many years, has a thin layer of calluses, and when he stroked his back, his palm was also a little sweaty.

Meng Tou leaned into his ear: "Can you, call me 'Third Brother'?"

Yan Zhaohan bit his lip and leaned on the bed, raised his glistening eyes: "Huh? Why?"

"My brothers and sisters all call me that." His voice was low and sounded a little charming.He smiled and kissed the tip of his ear: "You look a little small, like my brother."

What Meng Tou did was right.Later, when he thought about it countless times, he felt that he had made an extremely correct decision.

When Yan Zhaohan in the love affair called the third brother in pain or joy, he felt that his life was complete.

Afterwards, Meng Tou cleaned up Yan Zhaohan's body first.After he finished rinsing, he walked into the courtyard, and saw Yan Zhaohan with wet black hair sitting on a wicker chair under a mulberry tree, holding a ball of snow velvet in his arms.The cat squinted at the light and stretched.

Yan Zhao lifted the cat up with a smile, just looked at it, and then hugged it back into his arms.He looked up at the door of the house, his smile uncontained.In an instant, summer is beautiful and winter is quiet, and the south and north rivers turn into nothingness.

He is against the light.

He said, "Third brother."