my voice is poisonous

When Yan Qingjiang came back to add water, Wen Yu had already started polishing the lamp holder.

He gently poured hot water into the teacup, opened the lid halfway to dry, put the teapot on the table, and just as he turned to Wen Yu and sat down, someone came to report from outside the door, saying: "My lord, Mr. Ren is here."

This was the first time that the servant ran faster than Ren Canglan. Wen Yu stopped and raised his head when he heard the sound, his eyes met Yan Qingjiang's, and he could tell the helplessness in the other's eyes. He raised his voice and replied, "Got it." Get up and greet Yan Qingjiang to go out together.

Before going out, Yan Qingjiang looked back at the table case reluctantly.

The day before yesterday, Ren Canglan refined a blind medicine and presented it to His Majesty. In the past few days, he had some free time and ran to Wen Yu's place more and more diligently. Yesterday he got such a secret and left, but today he came back with the same expression as usual.

When Yan Qingjiang and Wen Yu went out, he was already walking towards the courtyard. Seeing the two of them smiling, he said, "The spring is just right today, why don't we call Shang Qinru and go boating on the lake together?"

He was carrying a piano case on his back, and with a twist of his wrist, he compared his back: "I also brought a piano, which happens to be able to play a song for you, so that Yan Qing can criticize and criticize me. I am a cheap master. I can't be a good teacher." .”

Wen Yu laughed when he heard the words, he looked up at Yan Qingjiang, but the words were addressed to Ren Canglan: "Qin Ru is going to fly a kite with Yan Qing in the suburbs tomorrow, and the kite has not been tied up yet. You want them to go out at this time Rafting? Leaving aside me, see if they should."

The lake light is good, but the kite Yan Qingjiang has never been seen or heard, let alone released.

He didn't wait for Wen Yu's words to fall, and said "sorry" to Ren Canglan guiltily, Ren Canglan's smile suddenly collapsed, and he pretended to be "disappointed", raised his sleeve pretendingly to wipe his eyes, and sobbed Twice.

Yan Qingjiang only thought that he was really crying, and was about to speak out to persuade him in a panic, but Wen Yu stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder.

Wen Yu raised his eyelids indifferently, thinking that Ren Canglan was just another playful child, and persuaded him: "You come here today, make a kite with the two of them, and stay here overnight. Tomorrow morning we will Go to fly the kite first, then go boating on the lake and go to the altar

Go with the peach blossom wine, and you can drink two glasses of sweet wine. "

Ren Canglan was happy again when he heard the words "Hey", Yan Qingjiang made him feel helpless when he was teased with sadness and joy, and Ren Canglan, who was more than two hundred years old, clapped his hands and laughed, "Okay!"

*****

It is said that when you are in a bad mood and drink alcohol, you will get drunk easily. Pei Yan slept until the sun was up and did not wake up.

Ren Beixun passed by his room several times, thinking about it, but still didn't wake him up. He pocketed some money and planned to help others deliver lunch to Fu Yunzhou for him to the end.

As early as in the previous life, Pei Yan regarded Fu Yunzhou as his lifeblood, so of course Ren Beixun could guess how Pei Yan would spoil Fu Yunzhou in this life.

He didn't dare to be negligent to find a clean and hygienic restaurant with good grades. He ordered two light vegetarian dishes and a bowl of soup that nourishes the lungs. He stopped a taxi by the side of the road and arrived a quarter of an hour early. The entrance of the broadcasting building.

After Ren Beixun experienced those things, he lived more and more like a real monk. He has been wearing a Taoist robe all these years, and he still wears a Taoist bun on his head, even he himself forgot.

With a bag in each hand, he walked into the building door with a calm expression on his face, and was stopped by someone head-on.

"Mr. Dao!" the doorman raised his voice, "Please wait a moment!"

Ren Beixun paused when he heard the sound, and the young guard caught up with him in two steps, and said in a routine tone: "Please show your work permit."

Ren Beixun: "..."

"If you don't have a work permit, then I'm sorry..." The guard scratched his head embarrassingly, "We prohibit private preaching here."

Ren Beixun: "..."

It was lunch time, and a lot of Meituan’s takeaway boys stopped outside the building door to make calls. The employees in the building came and went, and Ren Beixun was looked at like a mascot. Just casual, but not awkward.

Ren Beixun, who has a fairy-tale temperament, was forced to raise his arms, and temporarily assigned himself a new identity: "My job is to deliver food, and my part-time job is to untie the lottery. My hobby is to preach. I will give you a guy named Fu Yunzhou." Mr. brings lunch."

Guard: "Huh?"

Outside the gate of the building, the delivery boy from Meituan dressed as a little bee parked his car, carrying two hands full of takeaways, and started running to the building to deliver meals one after another. It was like a dynamic background board. Ren Beixun's gray The fluttering Taoist robes were seriously inconsistent with other people's styles, and the guards were a little confused when they heard the words.

"Takeaway! Lunch! Vegetarian dishes!" Ren Beixun patiently bit the words, shook the plastic bag slightly, and emphasized, "Fu Yunzhou! Voice actor!"

"Oh, please come in." The guard stepped aside in a dazed expression, "Please, please, the dubbing is on...on...on the top floors."

"Thank you." Ren Beixun thanked him with a slight nod, and walked up and down like an old landlord visiting his garden. Among the "little bees", his painting style became more and more abrupt, like a terracotta warrior who "deceived a corpse".

He slowly stopped in front of the elevator. As soon as the door opened with a "ding dong", he was squeezed into the elevator as if being "homing a little bee".

*****

When Ren Beixun found the recording studio where Fu Yunzhou was, there were a few staff members standing scattered outside the large glass wall, leaning on the glass wall and looking in.

Ren Beixun turned his head curiously and looked over. Behind a few windows, Fu Yunzhou was concentrating on recording his audiobook. He seemed to be immersed in the world of the book, with a warm and satisfied smile on his face that was particularly attractive Attention.

He is like a young sapling that "comes with rain after a long drought", with the corners of his eyes and brows stretched comfortably, his eyes sparkling, and his whole body is as sweet as a jar of honey.

Ren Beixun looked at it and thought, how can he say that Fu Yunzhou has changed?After all these years, he is the one who hasn't changed.

"Director Liang, it's time, should you tell him to come out?" The two people beside Ren Beixun turned their heads to talk to each other, and a young man asked, "It's time for lunch break."

Next to the young man, the middle-aged man with a beer belly and a bald man in a suit stared at Fu Yunzhou behind the recording studio without blinking. Let him finish recording this part. You also go to dinner later. When he finishes recording, you all get off work early. Today will not continue. Let him come over the day after tomorrow to make a sound, and the recording of the first season will be over. gone."

"Well, yes." The young man happily responded, took out a bar of chocolate from his pocket, neatly tore off the outer packaging and stuffed it into his mouth, then turned around and went back to work.

That "Director Liang" was also about to walk away, turned his head and bumped into Ren Beixun's face, his eyes met, Director Liang subconsciously yelled "Oops", jumped back a step, and said with an exaggerated expression : "We prohibit preaching here, who let you in?!"

"My family sells vegetarian dishes, and the taoist robes are work clothes." Ren Beixun let out a panic and said without changing his face, "I'll deliver food to Fu Yunzhou."

"Oh, it's Xiao Fu's." When Director Liang heard the word "Fu Yunzhou", his facial expression changed immediately. He went from being shocked to smiling at all, perfectly interpreting the three words "crazy", "He's temporarily out No, why don't you give it to me, do you need to pay in cash?"

Ren Beixun grinned like a toothache, stared at his brows and squinted his eyes, then smiled knowingly in an instant, and continued to babble casually, "No, the Mr. Pei who ordered the food wants me to watch After Mr. Fu finished eating, he took a photo with Mr. Fu and sent it to him before he agreed to pay me."

Director Liang: "?!!"

Ren Beixun ruined Pei Yan's image with a few words. He was still afraid that the power of words would be too weak, so he turned around and took two steps back, and sat directly on the row of chairs against the wall, crossing his legs and holding the takeaway in his arms. , directly destroyed the upright Taoist image, and used a casual sitting posture to show what it means to be sitting or not.

"Ah, then you wait." Director Liang planned to take the elevator downstairs after finishing speaking. Ren Beixun waited for him to turn around, stared at his back and said softly to himself: "Why is the dragon spirit on his body getting weaker? ? The spell is about to expire..."

He waited until the beam led into the elevator, then turned his gaze back, looked up through a few glass walls, and looked at Fu Yunzhou's smiling face in the recording studio from a distance, couldn't help but move his fingertips, cast a spell.

In an instant, Fu Yunzhou's voice reached his ears clearly:

"Wen Yu's qin was only in its infancy, it was painted with a large amount of lacquer, and it was lying on the shelf under the tree in the courtyard to dry. Yan Qingjiang already liked it very much. He had to go back and forth because the varnish on the qin was not dry. Pacing around it, eyes fixed on it, unable to move away, Wen Yu dragged him away even to eat.

Ren Canglan deliberately told him some basic guqin skills with bad intentions, which made Yan Qingjiang more and more unable to sit still. Wen Yu was so angry and funny, she couldn't help but persuade him in a gentle voice: "Eat well, the piano has not been wound yet, so you can play it sooner or later." Playing is still far away.”

Ren Beixun only heard one sentence, and immediately realized why the Liang guide was casted by someone. He was startled in astonishment, and then thought that someone was helping Fu Yunzhou restore his memory in this "gentle" way.

Without waiting for him to think about the reason, the past of thousands of years ago was like a monstrous wave, and he was instantly submerged. His memory was ups and downs, and it seemed that he had recalled the hundred years in just a few hours. The equipment was removed, and Fu Yunzhou didn't even notice when he came out.

Until a familiar "Ren Canglan" woke him up.

He looked up in ecstasy, only to see "Yan Qingjiang" standing three steps away in front of him in modern attire.

The author has something to say:

Ren Canglan is so emotional for a reason, but it's not a love triangle~