This commander of the bend is not to be broken!

He stretched out his hand to clean up the table. On his right hand, there was a shining diamond ring on his ring finger.

Cheng Yuchun turned his face away, and remained calm as usual. He is an actor with superb acting skills. If he didn't want to, no one would be able to tell the difference: "You're engaged? Congratulations." After saying congratulations twice, it seemed so sincere Yes, Fu Xiaohan was not happy anymore, he didn't pretend to be in front of him, and he didn't want to show such embarrassing emotions, so he just replied lightly: "The commander-in-chief treats me well, Miss Zhang, she..."

I don't know how to describe this person, as if he was living between the two of them, some of the past affection that was just recovered has disappeared, leaving only embarrassment.

"She must be a beauty." Cheng Yuchun looked out the window, there were two birds resting on the tree, one was pecking at the other's feathers, Fu Xiaohan said: "That's not true, it's just love, that's all."

It seemed to be explaining to him, but he couldn't listen.It seems that he is so stingy, and he is not his own, why should he be so worried and worried about him.

"I..." Fu Xiaohan wanted to say something to him, but in the end he had nothing to say. When he was young, he could say some annoying things regardless of his face, but now that he has grown up, he can't do this anymore.He needs "face".What's more, his flattery doesn't do any good, so let's just forget about it and be cold.

Cheng Yuchun wanted to get out of bed suddenly. He was weak, but he lost his temper and wanted to listen to storytelling.Fu Xiaohan pressed him to the bed, and shouted: "What kind of temper are you losing, you are so troublesome when you are sick?"

Cheng Yuchun stopped making trouble and hid under the covers without saying a word. Ever since his class leader's father passed away, he was the only one left. He went to the theater alone, had dinner alone, and listened to storytelling alone. Leave him alone, everyone praises him and calls him Boss Cheng, he is lonely beyond ordinary people when he becomes famous as a young man, but who understands him.

Seeing that he stopped making trouble, Fu Xiaohan nestled under the quilt with a melancholy expression on his face. He knew in his heart that he was probably sad. He obviously suffered much more than him, but it was good for him to show him being so unscrupulously sad. Knowing that he loves him dearly, he is so distressed that he can forget the old and new grudges.

So he softened his voice again to coax Cheng Yuchun: "Okay, today you and I will go to listen to storytelling, okay? Don't worry about it."

Cheng Yuchun raised his face, his eyes aggrieved: "Really?"

I don't know what's going on, suddenly I'm like a child, it's as if I've been enlightened after seeing him this time, and I no longer have a cold face towards him.

Fu Xiaohan said softly: "Really, it's just this time, it's not an example."

Cheng Yuchun immediately became happy, but his smile was gentle, like a scholar.

However, there is always a faint uneasiness in his heart. Where does this uneasiness come from? Happiness is too easy, which makes people suspicious. He thinks, if he is willing...

No, no, he won't pamper himself any more.

At this moment, Fu Xiaohan's heart was full of contradictions, he kept admonishing himself, the last time.

The bazaar has been very lively for several years. From the beginning of the "market", there have been people, there have been endless traffic, and there have been feasting and feasting, drunkenness and dreaming.Cheng Yuchun seemed to have never seen such excitement before, looking at the candied haws and the candied people.

But Fu Xiaohan knew him. He was poor since he was a child, and he went out to the rivers and lakes very early. He never had a good day, so he just paid the bills and carried things for him, half helpless, half joyful.

Cheng Yuchun found something interesting, turned his head suddenly, and laughed happily under the sun. The sun dazzled his eyes. It turned out to be a section of tassels woven with red thread. At a glance, he knew it was a girl's handwriting. The weaving was extremely complicated. Cheng Yuchun said: "There are girls all over the street. I like it when I look at it. Fu Xiaohan, tell me, does it look good on me?" Cheng Yuchun compared his waist, the red one is really eye-catching, Fu Xiaohan Said: "It looks good."

I don't know whether it means people are good-looking or things are good-looking.

When the girl selling things saw the handsome young man approaching, she immediately felt ashamed, only to hear the man ask: "How much is this?" The girl shyly raised her head and stretched out two fingers: "Two cents."

Fu Xiaohan took out a couple of pennies from his pocket, and when he came out, he specifically asked Xiao Wuzi for it, telling people not to follow him.

Fu Xiaohan asked him: "Are you hungry?" Just as he was about to say he wasn't hungry, his stomach let out a spineless growl. Fu Xiaohan grinned, and Cheng Yuchun looked a little embarrassed.

Fu Xiaohan asked him: "What do you want to eat?"

Cheng Yuchun scratched his head, looked at the wonton shop on the corner of the street, Fu Xiaohan understood: "Understood." He wanted to rub his head, but after all, it was on the street, and the two of them had identities, so they walked towards the wonton shop regrettably. The boss has never seen such a well-dressed person come to his small shop, and he couldn't recover for a while. His wife in an apron hit the boss on the back of the head, and the boss regained his senses and asked: "Young master?" But want to eat wontons?" At the end, he added: "My wontons are famous for their high quality and low price in Shilibajie. You won't regret eating them, and you'll want to come back after eating them."

Fu Xiaohan grew up in a deep house and had never seen such a smell of fireworks. When he turned around, there were people waiting for him, and he felt that life was nothing more than this.

Cheng Yuchun was still strolling here and there full of joy, very contented, Fu Xiaohan ran over to call him, and pulled his collar: "Aren't you hungry? Go quickly" Cheng Yuchun wanted to pinch Fu Xiaohan's hand, but he poked him His waist was up, and Fu Xiaohan's brows were tightly frowned, which seemed to be forbearance, Cheng Yuchun groaned strangely: "Are you afraid of being tickled?"

Fu Xiaohan quickly covered his mouth, this idiot Guazi yelled out as if no one was there, and wanted to hit him on the head, Cheng Yuchun groaned twice in his hand, a little out of breath, Fu Xiaohan suddenly let go of his hand, Cheng Yuchun She has always had delicate skin and tender flesh, but she couldn't stand him, the blushing mark on her face, she glanced at him with a knife, her limp and powerless, but it made him feel charming.

Recalling that night again, it seemed that Cheng Yuchun had changed since then.

The two had a good time eating on the street, and ended up putting a hand together: "Hey, isn't this Boss Cheng?"

It's a well-known local ruffian in the city, called Liu San, who often harass Cheng Yuchun, but Cheng Yuchun often avoids him, so he doesn't have much chance to attack him. Today, I ran into him on the street by chance, so I can't help looking for some bad luck.

He moved to Qingzhou in the past two years, because the original land was occupied by others, so he didn't know Fu Xiaohan.

"Yo, out on a date with my lover." He reached out to touch Cheng Yuchun's face and asked Cheng Yuchun to knock it off. Liu San hissed: "It hurts."

Fu Xiaohan was swallowing a mouthful of wontons, his serious and indifferent side face was gone, but he was still handsome like a young man, then Liu San was overjoyed when he saw it, and went to touch Fu Xiaohan again, but Fu Xiaohan pushed him down on the table.

The wonton shop that welcomes customers from the north and the south all the year round, the tables are naturally not clean, mixed with a pile of unknown oil, and there is a musty smell, Liu San's face was disgusted as soon as he touched it, Fu Xiaohan poured a big bowl of wonton soup Going down, still burning, Liu San bared his teeth and yelled out. The younger brother beside him was frightened, and could only look at Fu Xiaohan viciously, but no one dared to go up.

Liu San yelled: "Damn it, it's for me!" The younger brothers rushed up together, Fu Xiaohan threw Liu San in his hand, and threw him to the ground. Liu San held his teeth and directed the younger brother: " Come on, beat me to death!"

But Fu Xiaohan is a trainer, he was raised as a general since he was a child, he hooked a younger brother with one uppercut, and the others looked at each other, but they didn't dare to disobey Liu San's order, so they had to bite the bullet and go up for a while. They were all defeated.

Liu San was frightened, he was used to bullying and fearing the tough, and he always looked for people before he made a move, but firstly, he didn't know Fu Xiaohan, and secondly, he knew most of the big shots in Qingzhou, so he was defeated, and he also realized that Fu Xiaohan was not a man to mess with. He threw away his armor and ran away with his men.

Cheng Yuchun was dumbfounded, Fu Xiaohan comforted him: "Scared? Do you want to continue eating?"

Cheng Yuchun shook his head: "Let's go and listen to the storytelling. Today's storytelling was given by Zhao Ni, and it's wonderful." Fu Xiaohan let him go, let Xiao Wuzi push things off early in the morning, and today he only made a special trip to accompany him.

In the tea house, Cheng Yuchun's private room was reserved in advance. Cheng Yuchun had reserved the private room for a year. He liked listening to storytelling, especially the harsh words that pointed out the current situation. It was more because he could understand the situation in the north so that he would not be so ambiguous. His eyes were darkened, and he didn't know anything about Fu Xiaohan's situation.

Xiaoer brought up the good Dahongpao, Fu Xiaohan took a sip and stopped tasting, Cheng Yuchun glanced at him: "I didn't know you still have trouble picking tea."

Fu Xiaohan smiled: "It's been a long time since I've had tea. Yinan likes to drink coffee. I also think that's better, but it's sweeter. It's refreshing. It's similar to Chinese tea."

Suddenly he felt that something was wrong, so he stopped immediately, but the smile on Cheng Yuchun's face faded after all, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

Cheng Yuchun's eyelids lifted slightly: "I don't think anything can compare to tea. It's mellow but not greasy, fragrant but not lewd."

Fu Xiaohan said: "You are an expert in tea tasting, I can't do it."

A piece or two of tea leaves were deposited in the porcelain cup, Cheng Yuchun said, "You just don't like it."

Having nothing to say for a while, Fu Xiaohan laughed dryly: "What are you talking about, I'm Chinese, how can there be such a thing as worshiping foreigners?"

But when the storyteller heard the sound of a gavel outside, the place fell silent for a while when the storyteller was talking about the book. When he was talking about something exciting, Xiao Er ran to the hall and shouted: "It's not good, it's not good!"