Mr. Jiang is not driving today

On a sunny day, when Zhan Mei went to Shanggu for a daily visit to foreign affairs, Le Li unfortunately went out to do errands.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhan Mei was greeted with a high standard by Le's disciples.

"The head of the family told me before leaving that Mr. Zhan's leg has just recovered and he can't bear the cold. Please go this way. The silver charcoal in the warming room has been prepared."

Zhan Mei looked down at his leg, a little confused: "...I have been cured for two years."

The disciple in charge of reception was still smiling like a flower: "Young Master Hui Zhan, this is what the Patriarch told you."

... Well, since it was Yan He's instructions, it's better to follow suit so that this little disciple won't have trouble doing it.

Zhan Mei nodded and followed him to the warming room.

On the way to the Warm Hall, every time Zhan Mei took three steps, he would bump into a disciple of the Le family who was sitting or standing or walking or passing by and said hello to him: "Mr. Zhan is good."

Of course, Zhan Mei, who was taught strictly since he was a child, returned the gift one by one, but the density of Le's disciples was so high that Zhan Mei was quite puzzled.

With an indifferent face that has been cultivated for a long time, Zhan Mei silently bubbled with question marks:

Huh?Did Shanggu have so many disciples?

Why did I have the illusion that the entire Shanggu was empty when Yanhe received me before?

It seems... no matter which scenic spot I go to, I only hear the sound of beasts and see no signs of people.In the past, he often felt that Le's disciples were too few, and the development of the Immortal School might be affected in the long run, but because he chatted with Yan He very happily every time, he would always forget to remind Yan He to pay attention at this point.

...It seems that my cognition all along is wrong and needs to be corrected, and I can't judge things only from the appearance.

Thinking about real philosophical issues, Zhan Mei was ushered into the warm hall on the east side of Shanggu.

The disciple who was in charge of receiving him offered tea courteously: "Young Master Zhan, be careful not to burn your mouth."

Zhan Mei said frankly, "Thank you, I'm not thirsty."

The little disciple immediately turned bitter and bitter: "The master told me before leaving that Young Master Zhan likes to drink this jujube leaf tea the most. It is winter and there are no fresh jujube leaves. This is what the disciples drew now..."

Zhan Mei suddenly felt that the other party was so troublesome and it was inappropriate for him not to drink, so he thoughtfully said: "Well, I will drink."

Seeing that Zhan Mei drank the tea, the little disciple was encouraged, and handed over a silver fox blanket overflowing with brocade: "The master told me before leaving that Mr. Zhan has been weak since he was injured, so he should keep warm. Even in the warm You can't be careless in the hall, you need to protect your knees with a blanket."

... Zhan Mei gave up emphasizing the fact that he had been cured for two years, and refused solemnly: "It's too extravagant."

The little disciple hurriedly said: "No extravagance, no extravagance."

This is by no means a humble speech. A few days ago, after discussions among all the disciples of Shanggu, they held a collective painting creation in private. The theme was "Silver Fox". The fur of the silver fox was removed, and then the bald silver foxes were stuffed back into the painting, and such a blanket was made.

... In a sense, it really isn't extravagant at all.

Unable to bear the little disciple's scorching hot eyes, Zhan Mei sighed softly, and covered himself with a blanket as big as a quilt: "Did Yan He explain anything else before he left?"

The little disciple said neatly: "There is nothing else for now. Mr. Zhan, please wait here for a while, and I will retreat first."

So Zhan Mei sat where he was, wrapped in a big snow-white blanket, facing the statue of Le's ancestors hanging high on the wall of the warming room, and waited for two hours.

His kneeling posture was standard, his knees were on the edge of the futon, his buttocks were straight, and the little disciple came in to refill the water three or four times, but he didn't change his movements.

When he came in for the fifth time, the little disciple finally couldn't help it: "Mr. Zhan, aren't your feet numb?"

With a serious face, Zhan Mei said, "Num." Holding the steaming teacup, he said in a deep voice, "It's okay, I can bear it."

Little disciple: "..."

He had the illusion that he was inadvertently abusing his guests.

After a short period of stiffness, the little disciple regained his standard "like a spring breeze" smile, and He Leli's smile seemed to be carved out of a mold: "Mr. Zhan, please get up and take a look around. But there are many good things."

The little disciple deliberately added the accent on the word "good thing", but unfortunately Zhan Mei missed the point and said seriously: "It's not in accordance with etiquette to act without authorization at the master's house."

Little disciple: "..."

After a while, the little disciple sighed faintly: "Mr. Zhan really can't feast his eyes. A few days ago, the head of the family met a beautiful woman by chance. His painting is treasured in this warm hall, and he said it is the best work of his life..."

After speaking, the little disciple wanted to beat himself up.

Such a pretentious tone!

This look of playing hard to get!

This shattered skyline aggressive method!

Such a good excuse for being blind!

However, Zhan Mei responded.

He keenly captured two key points:

First, a very beautiful woman.

Second, Le Li painted for her and treasured her paintings.

Of course, he selectively ignored the exaggerated tone and acting skills of the little disciple.

After noticing these two points, Zhan Mei suddenly felt very angry.

But because he was always serious, even if he was angry, he would not show anything on his face.He turned his head and asked the little disciple who was secretly annoyed: "Where is the picture of the beauty now?"

Little disciple: "..."

Although it's nice to see Mr. Zhan being jealous, but such a bad acting can be coaxed away, the little disciple couldn't help but feel deep sympathy for Mr. Zhan.

Apart from sympathy, the little disciple didn't scribble too much, he hit the snake with the stick and said, "Young Master Zhan, please."

... Originally, the little disciple was expecting Mr. Zhan to be bored by himself, groping around in the warming room, and sooner or later he would find the dark room in the warming room. The switch is turned on.

He took two steps forward, opened the portrait of Le's ancestors, and put his hand on the wall behind the portrait. Not long after, the west wall of the warming room opened with a rumble.

Zhan Mei was dumbfounded.

When he came back to his senses, he immediately clasped his palms together and bowed deeply to Le's ancestors.

... The junior was reckless, and he really didn't intend to offend.

Watching Zhan Mei walk into the small private studio of the Patriarch, the little disciple walked out with a smile on his face. As soon as the door was closed, several heads popped out from the Moon Gate, and they asked in unison, "How? What's the matter? "

The little disciple proudly said: "I told a lie, but I coaxed Mr. Zhan into it. When he saw the paintings all over the wall, he must have felt the sincerity of our Patriarch."

A disciple of Dai Cui Yuzan said sincerely: "The Patriarch is really hard."

The little disciple echoed from the bottom of his heart: "Hey, it's not easy for Patriarch."

The little disciple's exclamation caused a burst of sighs that empathized with him.

A cup of rough tea, a blanket, a futon, and a portrait of an old man with a white beard can entertain him for two hours... It can indeed be described as miraculous.

If they don't take the opportunity to work hard, the Patriarch probably will have to wait for more than ten or twenty years, until both of them are middle-aged and bald before they can eat Mr. Zhan.

Thinking of that scene, the disciples of Shanggu felt that their Patriarch was very pitiful.

……

Le Li's small studio is full of pits and valleys, and the walls and rooms are full of exhibition portraits.

Those who bow their heads in thought, those who occasionally smile, those who close their eyes for a nap, and those who devote themselves to cultivation, but Zhan Mei's heart is not on this.

He really wanted to see how stunning that woman was.

But the behavior of "looking at other people's belongings at random in the absence of the owner" obviously violates his principles of life.

Zhan Mei originally thought that the little disciple would definitely stay and show him the painting, but who would have thought that he would run so swiftly that Mrs. Gong who only turned his face away disappeared.

Therefore, Zhan Mei, who was in the studio, faced his large-scale color portraits, quietly picked up a chair and sat down, while digesting the soreness and numbness in his legs, he fell into deep entanglement.

...To find, or not to find?

Zhan Mei carefully analyzed it.

If the painting is not on the bright side, it must be somewhere hidden.

Yan He must have treasured this portrait of a beautiful woman. He would enter the studio in the middle of the night and silently appreciate his "best work". beautiful woman...

... super angry.

Zhan Mei, who was invigorated by his own brain, unconsciously picked up the silver fox fur on the blanket.

On impulse, he decided to take revenge on Le Li.

——He wants to read his book without Le Li's consent.

Of course, the charcoal stove in the warming room cannot be brought to the studio casually, so it is much colder in the dark room than outside. Since Zhan Mei was injured, it is true that he is a little afraid of the cold due to psychological reasons, so he wrapped his silver fox blanket tightly. , took a volume of picture books from the shelf.

The name of the picture book is "Qing Yan Jing", and you can tell from the title that this is the kind of book that normal people would never read when they want to relax.

But Zhan Mei is not an ordinary person, so he took the scriptures, sat down again, and opened the title page.

At the beginning of the scene, there were two men overlapping each other, one left and one right facing each other, Zhan Mei saw that one of them looked familiar, and didn't think much about it, just a little puzzled.

...Shouldn't the "Qing Yan Jing" be about practicing exercises or ceremonies?Why are two people sticking together?

Surprised, Zhan Mei turned another page and understood immediately.

Oh, it turns out that these two people are in a temple, and the name of the temple is "Qingyan".

... nothing wrong with it.

After the question was answered, Zhanmei continued to look at it.

...Le Li came back when the sun was setting, and when he heard that Zhan Mei had been waiting for him in the warming room for a long time, he glanced at the little disciple who had informed him, and said meaningfully, "... the warming room?"

The little disciple also smiled meaningfully: "...warming the hall."

... The disciple is getting older, so it's not easy to take care of him.

Le Li didn't care too much, and warned him without sincerity not to make up his own mind next time, and the little disciple also said without sincerity that he would never do it again.

After reaching an agreement with the little disciple, Le Li rushed to the warming room, and was not surprised to find that the door of the darkroom was open.

...Forget it, Zhan Mei will know his true intentions sooner or later. It is better to hit the sun than choose the day. Since he found out, let's have a showdown today.

With such a mood in mind, Le Li walked into the dark room, only to find that Zhan Mei was uncharacteristically curled up on a chair wrapped in a big white and fluffy blanket, the top of his hair was invisible, and his whole body was trembling.

Le Li, who was deeply attracted by the big dumpling in front of him, stepped forward: "Is it cold?"

Zhan Mei was wrapped in a blanket, and a muffled voice came from below: "...hot."

Le Li stretched out his hand to pull his blanket: "...Why is the heat wrapped so tightly?"

Zhan Mei's voice was unusually aggrieved: "...I read your book."

Le Li understood in seconds.

Half an hour ago, after reading the last page of "Qing Yan Jing", Zhan Mei was still at a loss.

Are they finished?So who wins in the end?

He planned to review it again, to savor the mystery of it, but after leaving the environment of the book, Zhan Mei inadvertently looked down between his legs.

Then he realized something belatedly, and turned the book around, only to realize that he had held the book at the wrong angle just now.

He saw it as one left and one right, but in fact the two should be up and down.

He said why the two of them stuck together so tightly when they were practicing!

Then, he finally understood what the ball and the stick were doing.

Zhan Mei is not a dick, nor is he stupid, because he has never received this kind of influence and education.

When his elder brother Zhan Yi was born, his parents loved him very much and did not ask him much, so he developed a dissolute and unruly character. By the time his parents noticed something was wrong, he was already like a wild wild Dog, if you want to control it, you can't control it anymore.

The parents learned from the pain, and after Zhan Mei was born, they vowed not to let their youngest son understand too much early on.

However, judging from the results, this education method is obviously a bit overkill.

Having lived so long, Zhan Mei only knows a few simple nouns such as "double cultivation", and knows that "double cultivation" is a very shameful thing, but he still has a half-knowledge of what "double cultivation" should do, and the result is one After accepting such intense stimulation, Zhan Mei couldn't bear it, his face looked like it had been boiled.

He threw away the book, but he still couldn't slow down the energy. Strange emotions continued to ferment in his body, and finally, his body also achieved expansion and sublimation.

—— Zhan Mei didn't want to admit it at all, halfway through seeing it, he substituted that familiar person into himself, and by the way, imagined that the person he was fighting with was Le Li.

This caused his mind to be full of bad pictures, especially when he thought of Le Li's usually gentle face stained with lust, leaning down, using his...

... Boom.

Zhan Mei poked out a face from under the blanket, blushed and complained, "Yan He, when did you become like this?"

In order to hide his inexplicable guilt, Zhan Mei continued to emphasize weakly and painfully: "... Yanhe, you have changed."

Who would have thought that Le Li not only refused to accept his own condemnation, but also took a step forward, hugged himself up, put him on the rosewood table full of painting utensils, and smiled softly: "...I have always been like this .”

As he spoke, he untied his robe as if he was afraid of the heat.

Zhan Mei has just experienced a visual baptism, and now he sees Le Li undressed, and he is a little overwhelmed.

Le Li's smile seemed... to make him flustered.

...Could it be... Will he still kiss his mouth like he did two years ago?

Le Li rolled up his sleeves and said softly, "...you peeked at my book."

Zhan Mei, who still wanted to argue something, was suddenly speechless.

With short hands, he did take his book to read without any consideration and consent...

Le Li lifted off the silver fox blanket while he was in a daze, and was satisfied to see Xiao Zhanmei standing upright underneath, and said with a happy expression: "...So, I want to charge the borrowing fee."

Zhan Mei froze, thought for a while sadly, and then said: "...OK."

After speaking, he opened his legs to Le Li.

Le Li, who originally only wanted to say something: "..."

Originally, he just wanted to separate his legs so that Le Li could climb up and kiss his face, Zhan Mei: "..."

After staring at each other in a daze for a while, Le Li's expression changed subtly, and then, he swept all the painting tools and papers on the red sandalwood table to the ground.

Remnants of paper filled with silhouettes of exhibitions flew all over the sky like snowflakes.

Confused and overturned on the red sandalwood table, Zhan Mei twisted his body uneasily while thinking about the beauty picture.

...Wait for a while...I have to ask myself, hmm.

The author has something to say: The stupid and cute girl who was eaten for no reason:? ? ? ?

Assist little disciple: Today, the entire Shanggu is full of pimps.

The silver fox whose bald hair is plucked: MMP.