I'm fighting with my boyfriend every day

The story has to start more than ten years ago.

Xue Kun's father was a great knight, he poured blood into the rivers and lakes at fourteen, and took off the heads of countless enemies.When he got old, he found that fewer and fewer people mentioned him, but his injured back hurt more and more, and his sleeves became more and more empty.Daxia Xue had no choice but to bring his only son to live under the fence. He said he was a guest, but he was actually a diner. His last name as a hero was just enough to exchange for a good coffin for his master.

Lu Zheng's father was a wealthy businessman in Qihe City. He sold fruit and snacks along the Changyan River when he was eight years old, and he lost a lot of abacus.By the year of his 16th birthday, the small basket had developed into Bailipu and ten thousand hectares of land, and Lu Hou'er, who bowed to everyone he met, became the one-sided Lu Yuanwai.Even the back house is very smooth, the pungent old wife just went to the temple to eat long-term vegetarian food, and the [-]-year-old concubine gave birth to a fat and white son for him.

If Xue Kun and Lu Zheng are the protagonists, there seem to be many stories with subtle human nature that are easy to write.

Xue Kun was supposed to be gloomy and aloof. He is the son of a hero, so how could he be willing to be used like a servant?But with the rise of Zhuoxiu Villa, Lu Yuanwai sent his youngest son up the mountain, but Shen Xiaoxuan took a look at Xue Kun who was accompanying him as a good young man who practiced martial arts. Lu Zheng was mediocre in martial arts, so how could he not feel jealous?

But the truth is just so boring.

Lu Zheng is an old man, and his other brothers and sisters have grown up long ago. There is only one Xue Kun in the family who is not much younger than him.Knowing how to walk, Lu Zheng stuck behind Xue Kun's feet, following in and out like a puppy.Although Xue Kun and his own father have been subjected to frost, sword and wind swords for several years in the rivers and lakes, they have enough food and clothing in Lu's house, and they have a clingy younger brother out of nowhere. Inconsistent protection of the calf.

Although they have different surnames, they are more like brothers than Huang Da and Huang Er, and they rarely even quarrel.

It would be nice if it weren't for that.

If it weren't for this, Lu Zheng wouldn't be so sad now.

Not long after I left, Xue Kun breathed his last breath.

On the day when he moved to the temple to thank the king, instead of bursting into tears and pouring rain, God jumped into midsummer.

Since the scorching sun is like fire, the filial mantle cannot be compared to snow.

Xiaoman is like a blank examination paper in a nightmare that can't be answered anyway.As soon as I entered the Xiewang Temple, the white light of anxious and pressing questions made me feel guilty and short of breath, and I forgot all the nonsense I had made up before.

Lu Zheng's voice was hoarse as if he had swallowed charcoal and self-destructed, but he was still being greeted and sent off. The mourning guests advised him to take care of his health, but he just smiled and didn't speak.

When it was my turn, I skipped that smile.

I don't know what Xue Kun had time to say to him that day, I just know that gossip runs as fast as eight legs.When I was helping to manage the military affairs in the Fengchou Camp, I was the beloved Senior Brother Qin, everyone would ask me to discuss everything, but now I packed up and left the camp, and no one came to help.

Lu Zheng is the one with the best temper among the Zhuoxiu scholars. He has never blown his beard and stared at me in his life, but for Brother Kun, he also showed a cold face to me.

Mu Lantian put down the silk gold and left, but I was not so sensible.Taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, I indented into the crowd, stared at me a lot, and finally waited for that guy.

He is still limping now, and in order to stand firm, he has to step on the injured leg harder.

The Buddha's name was low-pitched, the gold paper flew to ashes, and Shen Zhiwei walked towards the coffin.

When he was kicked out of the lobby by Shen Xiaoxuan, he was limping in a panic, but now he is limping a bit tragically.

Xue Kun has been in bed for a long time, except for Lu Zheng, everyone is mentally prepared.The sorrow at this moment is actually not so strong, but so fresh.

But when Shen Shi, who hadn't shown up for a long time, came, everyone seemed to think of something again.

Maybe he remembered how Xue Kun died.

Maybe it was because Xue Kun didn't deserve to die.

One face after another was lifted up, and one pair after another of eyes turned to Shen Shiwei.

The inexplicable melancholy hovering under the roof of Xiewang Temple seemed to have finally found the general, and followed the uneven but firm footsteps one after another.

Very good, this guy has red lips and white teeth, he seems to be a little fatter than when we met last time.

I smiled wryly.

How did it happen?We haven't broken up yet, why is it that he looks like an EX, and can only look at him from a distance at the weddings and weddings of acquaintances?

The guests and monks were all in the main hall, but I saw that there was no one in the side hall, so I took a string of paper ingots and wanted to see Aqu.Xiang Qu is both big and explosive, and his popularity is far less than that of Xue Kun and Lu Zheng. Shen Zhiwei and I can't come, and I don't know if there are other reporters reporting him.

As soon as I hung the paper ingot on the corner of the coffin, before I had time to think about what to say, I heard someone push open the door of the side hall.

I was taken aback, and I avoided the big pillar behind the coffin, only to see another person shrinking behind the pillar.

The one who came in was a young monk, who must have been hungry after reciting the scriptures for a long time. He stole some offerings and ate them hungrily behind the door.I put up a finger and gave a "shh" to the person hiding with me. He nodded awkwardly and shrunk his body. I don't know if he wanted to give me more space or stay away from me.

In the side hall are the seven sages of Xie Hou's disciples, all of whom have crowns and belts, but we are the only one behind the incense table curled up with a corner.General Zhongyiqiu raised his fist the size of a vinegar bowl, as if he wanted to beat us up.

We didn't come out from behind the pillar until the little monk licked his fingers clean one by one and walked out behind the door.

The wind blew, and the string of paper ingots flew up. He stretched out his hand to grab it, but he was a step too late, and I grabbed it first.

I said with a strange yin and yang: "Oh, Master Zeng, you have a heart."

Shen Zhiwei sent Zeng Tiefeng to ask Mu Lantian for help, but the meat bun beat the dog.When we saw each other again, Zeng Tiefeng returned to Guiyun before us. I never saw him in Fengchou Camp again. I heard that he is now going to Mulan High School in Mulantian.

Several meanings are self-explanatory.

Zeng Tiefeng didn't seem to hear the sarcasm, he cupped his hands and said, "Young Master Qin, don't you want to sit with General Xue for a while longer?"

I said: "Hey, can I still sit still? Didn't Master Zeng come out?"

Zeng Tiefeng didn't answer, he groped around in his bosom, took out a stack of gold paper and put it in front of Xiang Qu's coffin, opened his purse, and took out the flint.

I stretched out a foot to stop him: "Junshi Zeng, are you coaxing people or ghosts?"

Now that we are both two or five boys, I don't have the position to ridicule him.But I have an unknown fire, and I just can't hold it back.

Zeng Tiefeng sighed: "Young Master Qin, I've heard a lot of rumors these days. You, what did you do?"

He still called me Mr. Qin, as if he could still confide in me.

I hung the string of gold ingots back on the coffin: "Of course I did something immoral. I'm sorry for Xue Kun. I'm very guilty now. Mr. Zeng, are you guilty?"

Zeng Tiefeng hit it several times, but finally failed to touch the flint.He stared at the stack of gold papers, and suddenly said: "Young Master Qin, I want to say that I have not sorry for Young Master Shen, do you believe it or not?"

He looked up at me with tranquility in his eyes and bitterness in the corner of his mouth.

It's a pity that I have seen many clever liars now, so I won't be so easy to soften my heart.

I said: "It seems to be coaxing people."

He finally hit sparks, and a piece of paper money burned, forcing me to move my foot away: "The other day, Mr. Shen sent me to Parrot Gorge to ask for help. Zeng is incompetent. No matter how much I wag my tongue and analyze the pros and cons, I can't say anything." I was going to return to the camp, but when I was about to go down the mountain, General Mu forced me to stay." He put up the paper money to make the flames burn faster: "General Mu said he regretted how much I had. To share my talents, let me not go back to die, and advise me to stay in his tent. A certain scholar Zeng was pointed at by a sword, and he couldn't move. General Mu was willing to let me go only when Mr. Qin came to relieve the siege."

I sneered and said, "Then Military Master Zeng hasn't come back yet."

Zeng Tiefeng's pile of meager funeral rituals finally caught fire, and the smoke was billowing. His eyes were blinded, and he raised his hand to rub it: "Yes, Zeng did not come back. General Mu let me go because he knew that at this moment If I go back, Mr. Shen may not believe me anymore."

I folded my arms.For some reason, the joy just now faded a bit, but he still refused to spare him: "In order to prevent him from betraying you, you should act first. That's what you mean, right?"

Zeng Tiefeng's voice hardened, and he stood up: "I'm not sorry, Mr. Shen." The thin scholar was a head shorter than me, and he looked up slightly when talking to me, but there was no fear in his eyes: "This body is still useful. , I don’t want to risk my life in vain. General Mu sent someone to send me back to Yun, so I had to go back first. General Mu accepted me into the curtain, and I agreed to come down. But this is all for Mr. Shen’s comeback in the future.”

I kicked the stack of gold papers with my toe, but instead of extinguishing the flames, they made it more prosperous.It seems that many people are not surprised by the ceremony, Xiang Qu is really willing to accept this red envelope.

But if ghosts and gods have spirits, how could so many people dare to do something wrong?

I said: "Don't you think it doesn't make sense? At that time, you were afraid that Shen Shiwei would not believe you, so you are not afraid that he still does not believe you now?"

Zeng Tiefeng said: "I don't know if Mr. Shen will believe me or not. But whether he believes it or not, I will never be sorry to Mr. Shen."

When the Buddha's name came from the main hall, the young monk must have returned to the wooden fish and had the strength to chant scriptures aloud.

Now that I can break Xue Kun's hand, how can I trust Zeng Tiefeng?

I dug my ears with my little finger: "You can tell Shen Zhiwei yourself. I'm just like you, and I'm no longer around him."

Zeng Tiefeng smiled wryly and said, "Young Master Qin, I know you must have reasons to act like this." He changed the topic, but he didn't intend to continue to please me: "So you won't understand how uncomfortable it is."

I smiled hippie: "Well, what do you understand?"

Zeng Tiefeng looked straight into my eyes: "Be a traitor."

Chasing the heat from the flames, Bai Hui threw himself at the statue of General Qiu, as if the sacrifice was not only to Qu, but also to the ancients who were shot into hedgehogs to block arrows for the Lord.

Zeng Tiefeng's face was also covered with ashes: "I betrayed King Liu at the beginning because I wanted to save thousands of lives of the national army, and it was also because of my inner ambition. I thought I had lofty ambitions, so why would I be so weak? But I didn't expect the feeling of betraying someone to be so uncomfortable. Mr. Qin, I don't have the courage to taste it again."

He solemnly bowed to me: "You don't want to believe me. In the future, Zeng will be beheaded with a knife. Zeng will not complain at all. If you will believe me, Zeng will definitely cooperate with the inside and outside, and he will be completely devastated."

The string of gold ingots I hung up was caught by the flames, fell into the ashes, and burned into one place.

I heard Zeng Tiefeng say again amidst the sound of peeling in my ears: "By the way, Zeng has heard the news that Mr. Qin should be happy in the near future."

His words were not as happy as mine, but rather pitiful.