Envy

The sky full of stars fell in the water tank.The red carp swims freely, just like swimming in a river of stars.The wind from south to north blows from time to time, blowing the forehead hair.Song Jingran remembered a saying, dust is also a star on the ground, but it cannot shine.

Miss Zhou saw that the door of the courtyard was open, and when she went in, she saw two men sitting in the courtyard and chatting.Holding her skirt, Tayue came slowly and put down the basket containing the fruit. "Meng Yan, I brought you some fruit."

She has always been very considerate: "You talk, I'll go back first."

He smiled gently: "Sit down for a while. This is my friend, and he is leaving town tomorrow."

The scent of flowers and trees in the courtyard is refreshing.The sound of cicadas is gentle, and the night wind is mild.Miss Zhou didn't talk much, she listened to the two young men chatting.

When they talked about family, country, world, and sects, Miss Zhou couldn't understand.She only knew that when Meng Yan talked about these things, she had never seen such a calm and composed look.Even Song Jingran's eyes were gradually stained with admiration.

She thought that her future husband might indeed have talent and ambition, but he was forced to bow down here.

Song Jingran left first, and before he left, he gave him many gadgets that could exorcise spirits, so that he could protect himself.Yan Zhao accepted them one by one with a smile.

After Song Jingran left, Zhou Fang sat on pins and needles, saying that staying here for a long time late at night would easily cause gossip, so she also got up and left.

Before Yan Zhaohan sent Miss Zhou away, he asked softly, "When will you let me visit my aunt?"

Miss Zhou blushed and thought about it carefully.

……

On the evening before he planned to visit Miss Zhou's house, something happened at his house.The bully from East Street came again, this time he searched through boxes and cabinets for a long time, but couldn't find anything of value.Yan Zhaohan sat silently at the desk the whole time.

"Damn, I don't have any valuables." He walked up to Yan Zhaohan and said angrily, "Hey, blind man, do you have any valuables hidden?"

Yan Zhaohan ignored him and remained silent.Originally, his eyes were dead, but at this moment, he looked more like a lifeless dead thing.

The man looked closely at him, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hook a thread hanging around his neck, Yan Zhaohan suddenly moved, struggling to snatch it back.The man with quick hands and quick eyes pulled off the thread and brought out a white jade bone whistle.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the quality of this jade is very good, no wonder you want to hide it close to your body." The man smiled, "You gave it to me first, and when I win the money back, I will buy you three jade pendants .”

Yan Zhaohan put his hand on the corner of the table, clenched it tightly until his knuckles turned white, and then slowly loosened it.

The man got the jade and played with it contentedly for a while, then glanced at him, and suddenly couldn't look away.

"Oh, why didn't I realize that you have a good-looking blind man." The man moved closer, restlessly rubbing his hands and waist, forgetting to breathe for a moment, "This figure I'm afraid Rong Cuixuan's oiran lady can't compare to her appearance."

He wanted to touch the face that was close at hand, but suddenly he was hit on the head by something, and he rolled to the ground in pain. Before he could raise his head, a pair of brocade boots stepped on his back.

He turned his head sideways with great difficulty, barely seeing a white robe with cloud and dragon patterns, and just about to scold his mother, the strength on his back increased again, making his bones crack.

He didn't expect the blind man to have a helper, so he had to beg for mercy: "I was wrong, the little one was wrong! My son, please forgive the little one, I will never dare again!" He kowtowed his head a few times to show his sincerity.He was so sincere that he knocked blood on his forehead.

That master finally spared him, held his feet high, and said coldly "Get out".

He got up and was about to run.

"Return the things in your hand."

He was so scared that he quickly threw it back, and the man caught it firmly.When he turned his head, he saw the man's star-like eyes, which made people feel terrified.

That man should have come from stepping on the dust, and there was a little tiredness and hostility between his brows.With this whole body demeanor, at first glance, he is not from a small town, but rather a noble son from an aristocratic family.

He didn't have the guts to come here again.

Yan Zhaohan had already stood up, his body was a little tense, and his heart was throbbing.

"Third brother?" He grabbed his sleeve and walked a few steps shaking, "Is it third brother?"

The man has not spoken.

"Three...Third brother." He groped, staggered, almost tripped over scattered things, and then got a little anxious, almost fell.Meng Tou picked him up, lifted the curtain and walked into the inner bedroom, and put him on the bed.

Yan Zhaohan grabbed his hand: "Is that you, third brother?" He reached out to touch the man's face.

"Can you say something, third brother?"

Meng Tou held his hand instead, pressed him on the bed, and said in a low voice, "What do you want me to say, huh?"

It was Meng Tou, indeed it was Meng Tou.Yan Zhaohan couldn't help but rejoice in his heart.

Yan Zhaohan was about to say something, but his stomach ached faintly at first, but at that moment the pain suddenly became severe.His whole body curled up.

Meng Tou was at a loss: "What's wrong with you?"

"Stomach hurts."

Meng Tou wrapped him in his arms, rubbed him, and said softly, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"No."

"How long has it been since you ate?"

Yan Zhaohan thought for a while and said, "I don't remember clearly."

The twilight is all in one.Fulian's summer nights are also sultry.Meng Tou opened the bed to let the cool breeze blow in.On the table in front of the window, there are tablets of Yan Zhaohan's mother and brother.

Meng Tou found the candle and lit the abandoned lamp on the table.He looked for the kitchen in the palm-sized house.He turned over to the stove inside, boiled a pot of water, and then found a few steamed buns in the stove.He grabbed two and went back to the master bedroom.

"The steamed buns are all rotten, so you just eat these?"

"……Um."

Meng Tou's tone suddenly turned cold: "Did that bastard come here every day to make trouble?"

"Ah."

According to what he said, Meng Tou made him a plate of cold loofah. After watching him drink a cup of hot water, he rolled up his sleeves and said he was going out for a trip.

Yan Zhaohan tugged on his sleeve and asked, "Third Brother, where are you going?"

"I'm going out to buy some food," Meng Tou held his hand, "I'll be back soon, just wait for me to come back."

Only then did he feel relieved.

Meng Tou didn't come back until Yan Zhaohan was about to fall asleep.

Meng Tou held him in his arms and fed him a bowl of pork rib porridge as if he wanted to feed a child.Afraid that he would be scalded, Meng Tou blew a few breaths on each spoonful of porridge, and after he finished eating, he fed him some pastries and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Meng Tou helped him wash up.He found a wooden basin, filled it with warm water, brought it to the bed, and washed Yan Zhaohan's feet.He was doing this without saying a word.After washing himself, he turned on the lamp and slept next to him with all his clothes on.

"Third brother..."

Meng Tou wrapped him in his arms, rubbed his hair sideways, and said in a hoarse voice, "I've been driving for a long time without taking a breath, and I want to find you as soon as possible. I'm a little tired now, so sleepy."

Meng Tou kissed his forehead and closed his eyes.Soon after, he fell into a deep sleep.