The scumbag brother is finally accepted

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the cold wind blows, and the last dead leaf falls from the branches.The little disciples on the road were sweeping the floor with their necks curled up, and there were a few who were not afraid of the cold and were doing morning exercises in the school grounds wearing thin outerwear.

The wooden windows creaked, and the charcoal fire in the house burned out, leaving only a pile of ashes.Green smoke curls up, dark fragrance floats, and the sound of shallow breathing slowly rises and falls.The bulging quilt on the bed suddenly started to squirm, Lu Qingyuan got out of the quilt, and lay on Shen Meng's chest, his soft long hair wrapped around Shen Mengzhuang's neck, chest, and arms.

Awakened by the person in his arms, Shen Mengzhuang opened his eyes in a daze.Seeing that the person under him was awake, Lu Qingyuan leaned on Shen Mengzhuang's chest, looked at him and said with a smile: "Good morning, senior brother!"

Stretching out his hand to touch Lu Qingyuan's head, Shen Mengzhuang replied softly, "Morning."

The sunlight outside the window shines through the cracks, and the rich fragrance of Aurora flowers lingers on the lips.The two looked at each other and smiled, exchanging the first kiss of the morning.

Today is New Year's Eve, the other three elders all came to Anxu Peak to watch the new year.The elders haven't come yet, but Meng Qingyang is active, he is the first to come every year.

One of the "Shuangmengs" of the Cangxuan Sect who is as famous as Shen Mengzhuang, unlike Shen Mengzhuang, Meng Qingyang can get along with anyone, treats people close, does not have the majesty of a big brother, like a big brother next door.If Shen Mengzhuang is like a god who does not eat fireworks in the world, he can only be seen from a distance but cannot be reached.That Meng Qingyang is the luxuriant green tree on the side of the road, both kind and steady.

As soon as he came, he went straight to the house in the backyard. The junior sisters along the way were all overjoyed when they saw him, and the juniors were also happy, and waved to him one after another.

"Brother Meng!" "Good!"

"Brother Meng!" "Good!"

"Brother Meng!" "Hello!"

"Where's Senior Brother Shen?"

"Eldest brother is in Taixu Pavilion."

Hearing the sound, he immediately turned around, and Meng Qingyang went straight to Taixu Pavilion.

Outside the Taixu Pavilion, as soon as Shen Mengzhuangfu went out, he looked up and saw a black shadow in the forest.After seeing the person's face clearly, he felt a chill in his heart, and ran away by touching the wall and taking a small path.

Seeing the white figure outside the door from a distance, Meng Qingyang chased him when he saw him trying to escape, and shouted while chasing him: "Hey, Xiao Meng, you don't get close to your brother when you see him, why are you running!"

The two chased after each other. Shen Mengzhuang was not so desperate when he was attacked by a monster. He got into the forest and went around trying to get rid of Meng Qingyang.However, the two are quite equal in strength, although Shen Mengzhuang's swordsmanship and lightness kung fu are slightly better, but Meng Qingyang's paper puppet technique makes him invisible.

commit a sin!Shen Mengzhuang was so angry that he cursed in a low voice, this Meng Qingyang was sent by heaven to restrain him.It has been like this since childhood, and there are only two situations when two people meet: one is dancing with knives and guns, and the other is fisting each other.It turned out that it was Meng Qingyang who started the war first, and every sentence could accurately hit Shen Mengzhuang's anger point. I don't know if it was a natural ability.In addition, every time they met, Meng Qingyang would steal something from Shen Mengzhuang.After several years, Shen Mengzhuang naturally became angry when he saw him.

But for the reunion dinner tonight, Shen Mengzhuang specially found a place farthest from Meng Qingyang, and huddled in a corner with Lu Qingyuan.Fortunately, there were so many people, it was rare for the elders to get together, and they drank a few more glasses, but they didn't realize that he was not around.

The previous performances were over, and according to the tradition of the Cangxuan Sect, each of the senior disciples will perform a section.

The eldest disciple of Shibai Zun on Moxi Peak used formations to change reality and reality, which caused everyone to scream and shout eye-opening.Xuan Feiye, the eldest disciple of Master Yu Lingfeng Sutao, recited a nonsensical poem arty, and everyone politely applauded and praised him.

The next two were Meng Qingyang, the eldest disciple of the Elder Guliang of Nanle Peak, performed a sword dance with paper puppets, the vivid appearance was interesting, and Shi Bai repeatedly praised it.

Finally, there is Shen Mengzhuang, the eldest disciple of Master Xuanqiu of An Xufeng, who used to dance swords. This year, seeing Meng Qingyang coming for a while, he was not interested in flirting, so he ordered people to bring calligraphy.

Walking to the table, Shen Mengzhuang picked up the brush, looked down at the white paper and thought for a moment, and then the pen went through the back of the paper.While writing, he freely and freely, with a few large characters——

"The end of the year is approaching, so is the good time."

"Good writing, good writing!" Meng Qingyang was the first to stand up and applaud, and walked towards Shen Mengzhuang maliciously, picked up the inscription and put it in his arms, just about to pat Shen Mengzhuang on the shoulder and say a few words.Shen Mengzhuang didn't even bother to look at him, and sat back in his seat without turning his head.

Meng Qingyang, who was ignored as nothing, was not annoyed at all. He had long been used to Shen Mengzhuang ignoring him, but the more he was ignored, the more he would get on top of him and keep provoking Shen Mengzhuang.

The sound of firecrackers under the mountain, the fireworks are bright, and the sky full of sparks is reflected on everyone's faces.There are lights and festoons outside the house, red lanterns are hung high, strings and bamboos are melodious, and wine glasses touch each other.Everyone was beaming, laughing and wishing each other peace.

Seeing the children in the house smiling, the elders were also very happy.Although he is strictly disciplined on weekdays, and he is busy with everything and rarely sees each other, but in the end, he is his own child.

Even the unsmiling Xuanqiu's face softened a lot today.He raised his wine glass, looked at the crowd and said, "Chinese New Year is here, let's bid farewell to the old and welcome the new with the sound of firecrackers, may the world be peaceful, and every year has its present."

Everyone raised their glasses to respond, and drank the fine wine and wine in one gulp.During the banquet, some like-minded juniors and juniors began to exchange tokens, or gave carefully prepared gifts to admirers.Every time at this time, the juniors will start to compare who has received more gifts, of course the two senior brothers are not in the scope of comparison.

You don't need to think about it before, you know that Senior Brother Shen and Senior Brother Meng are the most seniors every year, but things have changed this year.Since that day when Shen Mengzhuang brought Lu Qingyuan to meet his master, news spread throughout An Xufeng.Not to mention people, even the hibernating snakes in the cave were scared out to move.

The saddest thing was definitely for the juniors on An Xu Peak, who suddenly learned that the lover of their dreams had a crush on him, that he was still a man, and that it was Lu Qingyuan who they didn't even look straight at!Overnight, on Anxu Peak, ghosts and wolves howled, and junior sisters cried over the Great Wall.

The next day everyone was staring at the red and swollen eyes and dark circles, feeling lost like a walking corpse, and Xuanqiu was depressed, scolded and cried more than a dozen disciples a day, and knelt down in front of Wudaomen.

When the seniors and seniors saw Lu Qingyuan, their hatred was ready to come out.Looking at Lu Qingyuan with eyes like a wolf and a tiger, he wished he could cramp him.

On New Year's Eve, there were still a few junior junior sisters who did not give up and timidly gave Shen Mengzhuang the sachet embroidered by themselves.If it were in previous years, Shen Mengzhuang would have solemnly collected and carefully selected gifts in return.But now, since his heart belongs to him, he will naturally not accept other people's wishes.Carefully and politely refusing to pick up girls one after another, the girls stopped coming forward to disturb them after being frustrated, and sat back in their seats and sobbed secretly.

Lu Qingyuan on the side was secretly slandering those people who didn't know what to do, when suddenly something was stuffed into his arms.Looking down, it was actually a red paper bag.

Seeing the person in front of him holding the red paper bag and looking left and right, Shen Mengzhuang couldn't help laughing, and said with a chuckle, "New Year's money."

Hearing the sound and looking up at Shen Mengzhuang, Lu Qingyuan hid the lucky money in his bosom in surprise and put it away like a baby.

Everyone in the house toasted and drank freely, having fun, and the lights were amiable.During the festive season, I couldn't help being greedy, and everyone's face began to turn red.Down the mountain, gongs and drums were beating, and the sound of firecrackers continued.Amidst the noise, Lu Qingyuan looked at Shen Mengzhuang, who was drunk beside him, quietly approached him, raised his head close to his ear, and said softly, "Brother, I will continue to like you in the new year."

The sound of firecrackers kept coming and going, but Lu Qingyuan's words penetrated into his heart from his ears.Shen Mengzhuang chuckled when he heard the sound, leaned close to his ear and replied, "Thanks for taking care of me."

In the blink of an eye, it was late at night, and everyone left the banquet one after another, only to find that the mountains were covered with snow when they went out.The snow is dotted with stars and candles, and the snow flutters and falls into mud.Meng Qingyang suddenly remembered something, and hurried to the house.

Walking on the road, he saw Shen Mengzhuang lowering his head and muttering in a low voice, as if he was looking for something.Wearing a feather cloak, white snow falls leisurely to the tips of her hair and shoulders, and her long black hair looks like a whitewash of clouds.Her hair fluttered in the wind, and when she bent over, she slipped in front of her in disobedience.

Good-looking is good-looking, but why don't you run out in the middle of the night without sleeping?It's still snowing, does this person want to take medicine again?Meng Qingyang thought to himself.

When he was looking down for the lost sachet, he was suddenly blocked by someone in front of him. Shen Mengzhuang raised his head and saw that it was Meng Qingyang who could not die.

His face darkened suddenly, and Shen Mengzhuang said displeasedly: "Good dogs don't block the way."

"Wow!" Meng Qingyang looked at Shen Mengzhuang with a playful smile.

Shen Mengzhuang suddenly lost his patience, "Will you let me go?"

"No! Hey, you bite me!"

Shen Mengzhuang no longer entangled with him, rolled his eyes at him, and said contemptuously: "Can't you hide from me if you can't provoke me?" After saying that, he turned around and walked away, walking faster and faster, as if he was avoiding the plague god.

Seeing the anger leave, Meng Qingyang crossed his arms, couldn't hide the smile in his eyes, admired Shen Mengzhuang's fleeing back, and suddenly shouted: "Little beauty, run faster, brother, I'll catch up!"

Obscenities echoed on the mountain, Shen Mengzhuang staggered and almost fell into the mud.Clenching his hands into fists to suppress the anger in his heart, he gritted his teeth and ran back.

Meng Qingyang behind him still stood still, and continued to shout, "Brother is here, baby!"

"Are you sick!"

"Do you have medicine?"

"Get out of here!!"

"I won't, baby, run quickly, if you catch up, it will belong to Brother Big Bad Wolf!"

"roll!!!"

Shen Mengzhuang ran back into the house, shut the door tightly with a "bang bang", and was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke.

Meng Qingyang, the instigator, laughed out loud when he saw him out of breath, feeling very happy and unhappy.

"Brother what are you doing?"

Meng Qingyang, who was smiling happily, suddenly heard a voice, which made him tremble in fright.Folding his hands on his chest, looking at Chu Nianzhi who appeared quietly, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"I should ask you this question. Why are you giggling here alone? Master has gone back, why don't you go?"

"Drive the rabbit into the house."

"Ah?" Chu Nianzhi was confused, and followed Meng Qingyang's line of sight to look forward, but did not see a rabbit, "Why did you drive the rabbit into the house? Shouldn't the rabbit be outside?"

Hearing the sound, there was another burst of laughter. Meng Qingyang suppressed his laughter, coughed dryly, and said solemnly: "This rabbit, this one, has an old disease, a heart disease. Every time it snows for the first time, it has a fever, and it feels like it is burning all over. It is like a dream in the middle of the night. Talking nonsense and drooling. Feeding him medicine and kicking the quilt. He doesn't do anything. The poor thief is having fun. Let me tell you, the most annoying thing is to force him to drink medicine, and he will kick you. It hurts to kick people with little hooves, and it hurts to swear at people, obviously too sick to get up, I think all my energy is spent on swearing and kicking people, do you think it's fun."

Chu Nianzhi, who was still confused, looked at Meng Qingyang as if he was looking at a fool, curled his lips and asked, "Is this a rabbit or a rabbit spirit?"

"Hahahaha——" Meng Qingyang finally couldn't help raising his head and laughing, and nodded in agreement, pretending to be serious, "Well, he is indeed a ghost."

"Okay, okay, you go back first, I still have something to do." Meng Qingyang pushed Chu Nianzhi, urging her to go back to the mountain.

"Aren't you going back? What are you doing?"

"Kids don't talk too much about adults."

In the middle of the night, the silence of people is lost.At this moment, Shen Mengzhuang's house was brightly lit, and Lu Qingyuan was lying on the bedside with tears in his eyes, extremely anxious.

Shen Mengzhuang's spiritual consciousness on the bed fell into a void, his consciousness was chaotic, his eyes were closed, his cheeks were flushed, his body was hot and sweaty.With the first snow tonight, his old disease relapsed.

His brows were furrowed, his hands clutched the quilt, and he kept murmuring, calling for someone.

"Eldest sister...Eldest sister, don't, elder sister come back with me...Eldest sister..."

His consciousness was confused, and his ears were filled with the words of demons.Mozun's ruthless smile, elder sister's painful struggle, dead bodies all over the ground, and blood flowing to her feet are all vivid in my mind.The severed head rolled to the feet, repeated over and over again.In the chaos, Shen Mengzhuang could only watch over and over again, powerless.

At this time, Lu Qingyuan, who was guarding Shen Mengzhuang's side, was full of tears. He had heard Zhou Bufan mentioned Shen Mengzhuang's heart disease before, as if he needed to lock his heart veins with silver needles to prevent him from going crazy.

Thinking of this, Lu Qingyuan quickly got up and searched the cabinet, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and finally found a pack of silver needles in the top box.

Fearing that something might go wrong, Lu Qingyuan even forgot to breathe, staring at the acupoint and pricking it carefully.After the silver needle was pierced, Lu Qingyuan was also covered in sweat.But he didn't care too much, picked up the towel in the basin, twisted it, gently wiped the sweat on Shen Mengzhuang's forehead, his eyes were full of distress and anxiety, and whispered softly in his ear: "Brother, get well soon." ah."

The scene inside the house fell into the eyes of people outside the window. Meng Qingyang weighed a pack of medicine in his hand, looked at the two people inside and shrugged, then turned and left.

In the past, he was the one who took care of it. It seems that there will be someone in this position in the future.