The First Emperor Said He Likes Me

Chapter No.16

This is Wen Yu's first visit to Uncle Zhao's work place.

It's not a bustling commercial area, but in a quiet courtyard house, there is a simple black heavy wooden door, and there is a century-old pomegranate tree in the courtyard. Even in winter, the growth rate is gratifying. stunned.

It can bear fruit this day, so it can't be a lie, right?

Brother Meng Jiang did not stop, but led the way ahead.

The winding corridors, carved beams and painted columns lead directly to the rear, and Wen Yu discovered that this is not only a courtyard, but more like the palace he visited before.

Is this too big?It's not that if you have money, you can't buy it anywhere.And this place......

Wen Yu thought about the route when he came here, and his mind was a little confused. He went to school in Beijing for two years, and at the beginning he also played around with Gao Yang. He knew the general location, but he had never heard of an ancient house here.

After exiting the second arched door, the cloister leads to a small two-story building.

"Master, sir is waiting for you here." Brother Meng Jiang turned around and closed the arched door after finishing speaking.

The slamming sound of the door made Wen Yu's heart tremble. Looking left and right, there was a stream of water under the corridor, and there were carps swimming back and forth.The distance between the cloister and the small building was only about ten meters, and the stairs advanced step by step. As soon as he stepped on the last section, two small dark doors slowly opened, revealing a tall figure.

When Wen Yu saw it, the doubts on his face dissipated, and he said happily: "Uncle."

Zhao Zheng behind the door touched Wen Yu's head, "Come in first."

The light inside the room was dim, and the furnishings were simple and elegant. Wen Yu looked around, thinking of the big pomegranate tree at the door, and casually asked curiously: "Uncle, the pomegranate tree at the door was still bearing fruit when I first came in, is it true or not? "

"Really." Zhao Zheng was afraid that Wen Yu would be greedy, so he said, "You can't eat it."

Is it true and can't eat?Wen Yu thought for a while, he was afraid that the fruit had already been hung up, and the inside must be broken now, he couldn't see clearly from the bottom, so of course he couldn't eat it.

After Wen Yu thought about it, he wanted to beat himself up for being stupid again. He obviously came to see Uncle Zhao for——now he was thinking about a pomegranate.He couldn't help looking at Uncle Zhao. Uncle Zhao was wearing a black turtleneck sweater. When he saw him looking at him, his eyes suddenly turned around, just in time to bump into him peeking.

"I have something to do today." Zhao Zheng said in an affirmative tone.

Wen Yu swallowed, nodded, "I have something to confirm."

Zhao Zheng sat on the chair next to Wen Yu, nodded, and motioned for Wen Yu to speak.

At this moment the door opened, and a young man came over with hot tea and poured tea for the two of them. Zhao Zheng waved his hand, and the man went down respectfully, and closed the door by the way.In an instant, the two of them were left in the whole room, and they were in a confined space. Wen Yu thought about Gao Yang and Meng Jiang for a while, and then thought of the picture of getting to know Zhao Zheng until now. He suddenly found that the picture of contacting Uncle Zhao Even if it was the first time I saw Uncle Zhao, I could still remember the style of leather shoes he was wearing.

The more he thought about it, the faster his heart beat. He grabbed Uncle Zhao's arm and almost knocked over the teacup in front of him.

"Uncle." Wen Yu looked seriously into Zhao Zheng's eyes.

Zhao Zheng has never seen Wen Yu's eyes full of excitement, excitement, anticipation and fear, all kinds of interlaced eyes, but in the end, in these beautiful and gentle eyes, the expression is firm and radiant.

Wen Yu said firmly and seriously: "Zhao Zheng, I like you."

Wen Yu heaved a sigh of relief after speaking, and he was in a relaxed and happy mood. The moment he said it, he knew his true heart.

He likes Zhao Zheng.

Wen Yu looked at Zhao Zheng, waiting for a reply. He thought that no matter what Uncle Zhao answered, even if he rejected him, he would not be discouraged. Uncle Zhao tolerated him so much and loved him very much. Thinking of this, Wen Yu was stunned Suddenly, he seemed to understand that if a distant relative would be so kind to a strange boy, wouldn't Uncle Zhao also like him?

He has thought of both good and bad consequences, but there is only one.

Zhao Zheng was taken aback when he heard this, and then laughed heartily. Wen Yu was a little embarrassed by the laugh, and tilted his head to look at Uncle Zhao, who was rubbing his head with his hand.

"It must be fate, I like you too."

Wen Yu's eyebrows brightened, and his face hurt. Uncle Zhao pinched his cheek and said, "As expected of a father and son's nature."

Father and son?

Wen Yu's smile froze on his face, thinking of Yuncheng's parents saying that he picked him up, and thinking of a possibility, the stars in his eyes disappeared completely, his lips moved, as if he was about to cry, "You, What—" He couldn't finish.

Uncle Zhao's pampering and getting close to him for no reason may not be because he likes him, but because he is his——

Can't think about it.

Wen Yu grabbed Zhao Zheng's arm, desperately as if he was drowning and calling for help.

"Why this expression?" Zhao Zheng was puzzled, stood in front of Wen Yu, and stretched out his hand to touch Wen Yu's head, "I finally—"

"I don't want to listen." Wen Yu shouted, standing up suddenly, he reached Zhao Zheng's chin, and without thinking about it, he put his arms around Zhao Zheng's neck, leaned up on his toes, and kissed those slightly Thin and cold lips.

Zhao Zheng was caught off guard, his lips were tender and full of affection, he held his hands in the air for a long time, and finally pushed Wen Yu away.

"I love you, the love between men and men." Wen Yu cried, "Don't you be my father, okay?"

Zhao Zheng looked at Wen Yu with complicated eyes, as if there was still Wen Yu's breath on his lips, he licked it, the raised hand did not come down in the end, and touched Wen Yu's face, "Boys are crying, don't Be a girl."

Before Wen Yu could speak, Zhao Zheng pulled Wen Yu out and said, "I'm not the father who abandoned you."

Wen Yu's tightly gripped heart relaxed, and he looked at Zhao Zheng's tall back with dazed eyes.Zhao Zheng turned his head back, with tough eyes, and said coldly: "I should have let you know."

know what?

If not his father.Wen Yu's eyelids froze, and it was Zhao Zheng's fingers that brushed his eyelids. Wen Yu felt the coldness of Zhao Zheng's fingertips. Just like Zhao Zheng, he looked indifferent and tough, but in fact he was the most tolerant and doting towards him.

With the fingertips removed, Wen Yu was a little disappointed, as if his fingertips couldn't stay longer.

His eyes seemed to be separated by a layer of tulle, hazy, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to rub his eyes, the fog on the eyeballs dissipated, and what came into his eyes was a hazy black fog, all pavilions and lofts were built in the black fog.

Through the mist, people could vaguely see the endless stream of people wearing down jackets and looking hurried. Wen Yu could distinguish the supermarket at a glance. The one he often visited was near the institution, but there were no courtyard houses near the supermarket.

It's like a small world surrounded by the modern world, isolated from the outside world, and those who walk seem to be unable to see them.

Wen Yu saw the pomegranate tree at a glance, hidden in the black mist, and the branches and leaves were continuously permeated with traces of black air, as if supporting the world here.

Zhao Zheng stretched out his hand, and there was a ball the size of a marble in the palm of his hand. His whole body was dark and glowing, and the tall pomegranate tree disappeared in an instant.The fog in front of my eyes dissipated, and about [-] people came slowly, most of them were wearing armor and some were wearing robes, all of which were ancient styles.

Wen Yu was too shocked to speak.

"His Majesty."

The soldiers were imposing and mighty, and their movements were uniform, half kneeling in the mist. Wen Yu, who led the way, recognized him at a glance as General Meng's eldest brother.

Zhao Zheng didn't speak, his eyes moved to Wen Yu who was already stunned, and with a wave of his hand, the two had already arrived in the villa.

Bright lights, smooth floors, cozy sofas.

Wen Yu stood where he was, Zhao Zheng took two steps closer, and the bullied Wen Yu fell down on the sofa.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Zheng was a little surprised when he heard the question. Seeing that Wen Yu was shocked but not afraid, he couldn't help but smiled, "As expected of my child, Fusu."

"Fusu?" Wen Yu pointed at himself, the name was too loud, Wen Yu suddenly raised his head to look at Zhao Zheng, and said Zhao Zheng, Zhao Zheng, "You are Ying Zheng, Qin Shihuang."

Zhao Zheng touched Wen Yu's curly hair and praised: "Smart."

"You are Fusu, my first child, reincarnated to the present." Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows, "I have no flesh and blood, but in my opinion, only you can be called my son."

The amount of information was too much, and Wen Yu's head was stuffed like a lump of paste. Zhao Zheng said it clearly, but he felt muddled, didn't want to hear anything, and couldn't accept anything.

How could it be, how could he be Fusu.

How could Uncle Zhao be Qin Shihuang?

Nonsense.

But the illusory scene just now is still in front of my eyes, what happened to this world?

Wen Yu stood up abruptly, not daring to look at Zhao Zheng. He was very confused now, and said, "I want to leave here, I have to think about it."

"No." Zhao Zheng said in a cold and domineering voice, "You can calm down, but you can't leave here."

"Why!" Wen Yu said angrily, but when he looked carefully, his eyes were filled with bewilderment and grievance.

Zhao Zheng stood up, "This is home, don't run away." After speaking, he turned his back and disappeared.

Wen Yu stood there silent for a while, thinking about home, went straight to the bedroom on the second floor, packed his backpack and left.

He thought this was home, but it wasn't the home of Zhao Zheng's father and son, nor was it a haunted house...

Wen Yu's head was in a mess, he held the key in his hand, and walked out directly with his bag on his back.

The housekeeper in the living room bowed his waist and said with a smile: "Master, where are you going? I'll help you arrange a car." Wen Yu saw that smiling face, which was too pale, and let him understand that all the people here are not human.

"No need."

He just wants to escape from here, far away, and think about it.

The dazed Wen Yu arrived at the door of the small apartment. It was already dark. When he opened the door, it was pitch black. The room was icy cold. Reason, but it can make him feel warm.

Wen Yu sat blankly on the sofa, his face turned blue from the cold not long after.

"Master, sir, please go home."

A voice came from outside the door, and Wen Yu recognized it as General Meng.

He didn't make a sound, but in the next second Meng Jiang walked through the door and stood in front of him.Seeing this, Wen Yu wanted to laugh, but he didn't feel scared.

"Meng Jiang is not your name, is it?" Wen Yu thought about the surname Meng who followed Qin Shihuang in history——

General Meng nodded, as if he knew what Wen Yu was going to say, and said, "Meng Yi, my elder brother Meng Tian."

Wen Yu laughed twice, looked up at Meng Yi, "Gao Yang doesn't know your identity, right? You used lies to make Gao Yang fall in love with you, don't you feel guilty? Are you not afraid that he will know the truth?"

I don't know whether to talk about Gao Yang and Meng Yi, or him again.

The author has something to say:

I originally wanted to be cruel, but I found that I was really a cookie [painful

I lost weight recently, and then I was so hungry and dizzy that I wanted to eat skewers

Good night, Chirp, take a bite