Master Xiao thinks about those years

Following this pale and strong hand upwards, Yan Chen saw a icy face that would not melt for thousands of years.

The person passing the handkerchief was Jiang Yexiu.

This surprised Yan Chen.He stopped coughing, and stared at the plain white handkerchief in a daze.

"Do you want it or not?"

Jiang Yexiu raised his hands in the air, without an impatient tone, but there was some stalemate after all.

In this case, it seems a bit embarrassing not to answer.

"Thank you..."

In a daze, Yan Chen's fingertips touched the white softness of Jiang Yexiu's palm.

The handkerchief was soft to the touch, but Yan Chen felt the back of his hand burn.Looking around from the corner of the eye, Fu Nian's cold gaze was staring at this place.

Yan Chen quickly took the handkerchief, wiped the corner of his mouth, and quickly hid it in his hand.

"I'll return it to you after cleaning later." Yan Chen lowered his voice on purpose.

"No, I have a lot of these kinds of things." Jiang Yexiu's voice was calm, and there was nothing unusual about it.

"In the past, I never saw brother Jiang with a handkerchief."

When Meng Huan opened his mouth, Jiang Yexiu glanced at him: "Of course you don't know, and I won't let you use it."

Meng Huan: ...

Yan Chen: ...

Having been poured with such a basin of cold water, Meng Huan had no choice but to turn his head away embarrassingly, wanting to say something to Fu Nian to ease the atmosphere, but unexpectedly met Fu Nian's sharp eyes like a knife.

Meng Huan's chest felt cold, and he suddenly felt like a tiger was staring at him.

"Uh, what... I'm going out for a walk."

After Meng Huan finished speaking, he stood up with a "huh", even the tea in the teacup was turned upside down.

Seeing Meng Huan walking outside, Yan Chen felt inexplicably isolated and helpless.The hands on the table tightly squeezed the teacup, broke out in a cold sweat, and then loosened: "I'm dizzy, so go out for a walk too."

"stop"

The voice as cold as ice is a talisman.

But Yan Chen didn't stop, he pretended not to hear, and walked out.

"Moqing!"

The roar came from behind, Yan Chen's headache was about to split, and he ran out without touching the ground.

Going out, taking a deep breath of fresh air, is like being reborn.

Because he was afraid that Fu Nian would catch up, Yan Chen only chose the path.

He walked forward quickly, and after walking for a long time, he slowed down.I don't know if it was because of walking too fast or retribution for lying, after slowing down, Yan Chen actually felt a little dizzy.

In an instant, the world spun, Yan Chen's white palm quickly supported the stone wall with earth flowers.

"Well……"

The knuckles of his fingers were bent, Yan Chen clung to the stone wall, and couldn't help bowing and retching.

Nausea with chills, chills down the spine.After a while, Yan Chen recovered, stood up straight, and when he searched in his mind again, the golden color had long since disappeared.

"strangeness……"

Yan Chen murmured, he didn't contract any disease, why would he feel sick for no reason?

A wisp of doubt lingers in my heart, and the wind is blowing, but the doubts in my heart can't be blown away.

Yan Chen couldn't figure it out clearly, so he had to temporarily suppress his doubts.Thinking that Meng Huan was also outside, Yan Chen went out of the alley to look for Meng Huan.

At the end of Shenshi, the setting sun is like blood, and the afterglow is ancient.

On the main road of the town, there are quite a few hawkers who are packing up the stalls, some are packing bottles and cans, some are pushing carts back, and of course, some have just opened and are planning to operate the night market.

There are crowds of people, vendors chatting together, and pedestrians gathering in groups, with low voices and fake smiles.Reflecting the dim afterglow, it sets off a kind of quiet feeling of time.

As Meng Huan walked along the street alone, he suddenly felt a little melancholy.

"Selling fat cream! The last bottle!"

A loud tone sounded "wow" beside him, and Meng Huan was shocked by the sound. Looking sideways, he saw a shop with a wooden stand, and there were many colorful bottles and jars on the shop.

Among them, there is a small blue bottle with the words "Niao Zhi Gao" written on the body of the bottle in small letters with hairpin flowers.

"Excuse me, what is this for?"

Out of curiosity, Meng Huan asked the middle-aged man in white behind the shop.

"Young master is really discerning. This is a good skin moisturizer. It can treat chapped skin and blemishes, right?"

"Skin moisturizer..."

Meng Huan murmured, looking at the little bottle thoughtfully, at this moment, a passerby rubbed his shoulder lightly, and a cyan flashed across his side.

Meng Huan thought it was a pedestrian who was walking carelessly, so he glanced at the blue man from the corner of his eye, and saw the man running forward quickly.

Meng Huan didn't care much, and looked up at the stall owner again, "If your lips...are accidentally cut, can you use this?"

"Of course you can!" The middle-aged man clapped his hands together: "This kind of small injury is easy to leave scars after scabbing. If you use my skin moisturizing cream, there will be no scars at all."

"Really?" Meng Huan's eyes lit up.

"Of course it's true, no one can deceive a child!"

"Then please wrap up this lotion for me."

Meng Huan thought that Mo Qing's lips were scratched, and this moisturizer would come in handy.He smiled and went to touch the money bag, but when he touched the girdle, it felt empty.

Meng Huan lowered his head to see that there was no money bag on his waist.I don't know when it has disappeared.

He suddenly remembered that he was hit by someone just now, and suddenly realized.

Just as he was about to lift his feet to look at that person, a wooden box was handed to him.

"Hey, boy, it's packed, take it."

The stall owner held the wooden box respectfully, with a smile on his face.

Meng Huan was embarrassed: "I'm sorry, the stall owner lost my wallet..."

"Lost the money bag?" The stall owner paused, and the smile on his face disappeared immediately: "No money? Buying something without money, what a waste of time!"

"I'm really sorry... I can't take this moisturizer. Please pack it up."

Meng Huan nodded in apology.

"Heh, I really don't know etiquette, I don't know how to educate you!"

Hearing the sharp and harsh voice, Meng Huan frowned.

"Let's go quickly! Delay me going home for dinner!"

The stall owner, a philistine, is used to double-deckering. Meng Huan was stunned for a while, but he was not annoyed. He was about to walk back to meet the stall owner's disgusting gaze, when suddenly there was a loud "slap" from the stall.

Meng Huan followed the sound and saw a white-clothed young man standing in front of the stall, with tall black hair and sharp eyes, pressing his hand on the wooden box in the stall owner's hand.

"Shu Yao... Junior Brother?"

Meng Huan looked at the boy in white strangely, but Shu Yao ignored him, and threw a piece of gold in front of the stall owner according to the box, and said sharply, "Is that enough?"

"Oh, enough is enough, so much, isn't it enough?"

The stall owner looked at the gold and smiled like a flower again on his face. He let go of his hand flatteringly and said with a smile, "Come on, you take it. If you want anything else, just pick it!"

Shu Yao sneered and raised his eyebrows: "Is it really my choice?"

"That's natural, that's natural. Your generous spending is enough to buy me a stall."

"it is good"

Shu Yao glanced at the entire booth, then threw the wooden box into Meng Huan's hand beside him: "Hold it!"

"Little brother, I don't want it anymore, you—"

"Stop talking nonsense and go aside."

Meng Huan held the wooden box in his hand, before he finished speaking, he heard a broken sound.

"boom--"

A white porcelain bottle was smashed to the ground, shattered into pieces, and fell apart.

Shu Yao stood by the side of the stall, wiping his hands intently.

At the same time, the stall owner's voice echoed: "Oh, you took it well just now, why did it break? Was it accidental?"

Shu Yao didn't look at the stall owner, his fingers shuttled through the bottles and jars like a butterfly, then picked up one, picked it up lightly, and smashed it on the ground with a "bang--".

"Oh, sorry, I did it on purpose."

The sound of sneering sounded, and he sneered.

The smile on the stall owner's face finally couldn't hold it anymore, and it suddenly disappeared.It was like a huge wave capsized the boat.Perhaps because of the heavy piece of gold, he didn't change his face: "Young master, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Shu Yao picked up another bottle and slammed it on the ground, smiling slightly: "Can't you see? I'm smashing a store."

Hearing this, Meng Huan couldn't help being stunned, while on the other side, the face of the stall owner finally turned dark.

"Junior brother, don't be rude." When he came back to his senses, Meng Huan said calmly.

Shu Yao gave him a disgusted look, and muttered, "What an idiot!" Fu turned his head away again, and smashed a bottle with his hands.

"boom--"

Meng Huan: ...

The crackling sound one after another attracted the attention of others. Gradually, many pedestrians stopped to watch.

The stall owner suddenly changed his face again: "Oh, son, I'm a small business, you don't want to buy it if you don't like it, so why bother to smash my shop."

With downcast eyebrows and mournful voice, he looked pitiful.

Passers-by sighed and sighed.

"It's really a downturn in the world, why is there everyone now..."

"That's right, young people nowadays are full of bad water..."

"Tsk tsk..."

Amidst the rumors and rumors, Shu Yao smiled instead of anger. Facing everyone's eyes, he waved his arm and ticked off all the bottles and jars on one side of the stall: "I'm an idiot who doesn't know etiquette and education. Boy, is it weird for you to do such a thing?"

The stall owner's face darkened completely.Meng Huan was startled.

A moment ago, the stall owner was pointing at Meng Huan and cursing.

"I really don't know etiquette, I don't know how to educate you!"

Unexpectedly, Shu Yao copied it seamlessly.

Shu Yao was too domineering, the stall owner was so guilty by a rhetorical question, he just lowered his head and pretended to be pitiful, not daring to look at Shu Yao again.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, his appearance looks more and more like he has been wronged.

"It's really upside down!"

"You actually bully people in broad daylight!"

"That's right! I have to teach him a lesson!"

The onlookers were filled with righteous indignation and discussed a lot, and they couldn't stand it any longer.

"I want to act wild before my hair grows, I will teach you a lesson today!" A burly man suddenly broke out from the crowd, and rushed towards Shu Yao righteously.

He clenched his fists and walked forward quickly with big strides.

"Don't do anything, just say something!"

Meng Huan frowned, took a step forward and raised his hand to stop it.

"Go away for me!"

The burly man raised his hand, pushed Meng Huan away, and landed a heavy punch on Shu Yao's back.

"You fucking—"

Shu Yao staggered and stood still, before he finished speaking, he heard a loud sound.

"Snapped!"

A long cyan whip meanders, with a strong whip wind, brushing against the stalwart flesh and blood.

"Ouch!"

The screams echoed, and the burly man covered his face and looked fiercely at the person in front of him. On the snake-like blue long whip, Meng Huan stood solemnly, his brows were frosty and cold, and there was no warmth at all: "I said-" — don't do it."