I have a book to play

The winter night in the capital was extraordinarily lively because of Emperor Xihe's birthday.In the sea of ​​people, I am afraid that no one will feel cold.

Sun Peng raised his hand and looked at Xie Chen who was next to him in a daze, his face full of heat.

Perhaps because of the lights, the red light on his face was not seen by Xie Chen, instead he kept looking at the wound on his hand.

"Go and bandage first." Xie Chen didn't even look at his face, he stretched out his hand to support Sun Peng's wrist, and carefully led the man to the side of the street.

"It's not a big deal, it's the same when I go home and bandage it."

Even though Sun Peng said that, when he came back to his senses, the pain on his finger was really amazing.There were too many pedestrians coming and going, one inadvertently bumped into his elbow, and even moved his hand, the sound of gasping uncontrollably came several times.

Guichuntang is a pharmacy in the city.Medicine shops and medical centers of different sizes can be seen everywhere in the capital, and Guichuntang is just one of the slightly larger shops.

Guichuntang's reputation is very good, firstly, the owner provides free consultations for the poor people all the year round, secondly, the doctor's medical skills are indeed superb, most of the doctors hired by high-ranking officials in the city are from here.

The doctor who was still sitting in the hall tonight happened to often go in and out of Sun's residence on weekdays, and he had seen Sun Peng for a consultation not long ago.

The doctor was standing in front of the seven-star chest of drawers, teaching the boy how to recognize the medicine, when he heard the sound of the door, he looked back, and saw a man coming in holding the boy's hand.

Before he had time to see the face of the person coming, he heard the boy's cry of pain.

"It hurts so much when the nail is flipped over, it's terrible!"

The voice was somewhat familiar, and the doctor took a closer look and couldn't help being amused: "What's wrong with Qilang?"

Sun Peng raised his eyes and saw an acquaintance, a little embarrassed: "Doctor Shen, please show me, can my nails still grow?"

Sun Peng was good-looking, and used to make jokes with others, but because of his young age, he never bored people.The doctor can be regarded as watching him grow up. Hearing the sound, he glanced at his outstretched hand and clicked his tongue: "Why did you suffer such a crime?"

Sun Peng explained his guess. Seeing his appearance, the doctor smiled and beckoned the boy to fetch some analgesic and hemostatic medicine, and bandaged his fingers a few times.

"It will hurt a little in the past few days." After cleaning his hands, the doctor looked at the obvious monk dressed as thank you, and said to Sun Peng, "When you go back, remember to avoid food, eat less meat, and when the injury heals, the nails will grow back. , it’s never too late to eat.”

Sun Peng didn't care if he had to avoid eating vegetarian food.

In his previous life, during the year he recuperated and took refuge in Jingming Temple, he had been eating fast with Xie Chen.The vegetarian chef at Jingming Temple is not bad at his craftsmanship, even if he eats vegetarian food every day, he still hasn't become pale and emaciated from hunger.

The boy scattered the wrapped medicine in front of Sun Peng, who was about to reach out to pick it up, when Xie Chen, who had been silent all this time, stretched out his hand, "I'll do it."

He took the medicine, avoided Sun Peng's injured hand, and walked to the door of the pharmacy first.

Sun Peng was a little taken aback, and when he recovered he was about to say goodbye to the doctor.

"Mr. Sun Xiaolang." The doctor hesitated for a while, and finally called Sun Peng to stop, "How could Mr. Xiaolang get so close to the monk?"

Gui Chuntang has been with the Sun family for many years, so he knows that this little Qilang of the Sun family is a person with big ideas.

If you say abandon literature and follow martial arts, then abandon literature and follow martial arts.Now that I'm with a monk, is it possible that I still want to... still want to be ordained and become a monk?

Sun Peng naturally heard the meaning of the doctor's words, he laughed, leaned closer to his ear and said something, then turned around and walked towards the door cheerfully.When he arrived at the door, he seemed to remember the pain in his hand again, he hissed, and was immediately held by Xie Chen's wrist again.

"What did you say to the doctor?" When going out, Xie Chen glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and caught a glimpse of the doctor's dazed expression. For a moment, he was really curious about what he said just now.

"It's nothing." Sun Peng smiled, "I heard that there is a wonton noodle soup stall nearby that tastes very good. Master, how about I invite you to have a bowl of noodles?"

Knowing that he didn't want to say it, Xie Chen couldn't laugh or cry: "The poor monk is a vegetarian."

"There are also plain noodles."

"Does your hand hurt?"

"Hey, it seems that it doesn't hurt when it comes to eating. So master, why don't you go eat a bowl of plain noodles with me, maybe after eating the noodles, my hand will be almost healed."

Balang was accompanied by people from the Sun family, and most of the older brothers did not dare to stay too far away from him.Sun Peng worried for a while, first he looked around while walking, and finally saw Balang watching Baixi with his brother from a distance in the crowd, and he immediately felt relieved.

This hanging heart suddenly let go, and sure enough, the stomach was also empty.

With Xie Chen, Sun Peng bypassed the crowds and came to a small street with familiarity. There was a simple shed propped up by four slender bamboo poles under an old wall.

A stove was burning under the shed, with white smoke billowing from the stove, and the faint aroma of cooked noodles.

The thin old man was hunched over and was fishing for noodles in the pot. There were several small tables beside the shed. There were not many people at the moment, but all the tables where people sat were served with noodle soup wontons and some side dishes. .

The old man didn't have a helper either, but the food was probably a regular customer, so no one urged him.Only after waiting for food, did I chatter a few words that it was time to find a helper.

At this time, the old man always said, just wait until the daughter comes back.

"The old man's surname is Lan. I heard that he is not from the local area. A few years ago, his only daughter was kidnapped. The old man took his wife to sell noodle soup and wontons all the way to find her. Last year, I heard some news that there were relatives in the capital. Seeing his daughter-in-law, the old couple set off on the road in slander, trekking across mountains and rivers to look for it. On the way, the old man's daughter-in-law was driving on the mountain at night and was injured by a captured animal. She was gone before she could be healed. The old man buried her Daughter-in-law, grit your teeth and come to the capital alone, and set up a stall in this street to do your old job when you are not familiar with the place. Support yourself, find your daughter by the way, and wait for her to come back."

Sun Peng ordered two bowls of plain noodles, and when the old man brought the noodles back to the stove, he heard the sound of the knife being cut on the chopping board.

The noodles are freshly made, the old man's craftsmanship is good, the noodles are kneaded and cooked just right.Sun Peng lowered his head and just took a mouthful, not paying attention to the sudden shake of Xie Chen's hand holding the chopsticks.

"Do you often come here for noodles?"

Xie Chen picked up a piece of plain noodles with chopsticks, lowered his head and ate it into his mouth, and heard Sun Peng's hesitant voice.

"I... have eaten with people a few times before. The wontons here are also delicious, but the plain noodles are the most authentic."

"Hmm. It tastes good."

Xie Chen didn't ask any more questions, and Sun Peng heaved a long sigh of relief.

The old man's noodle stall mostly eats the most ordinary people in the city.When Baoying was four years old, he would occasionally disguise himself and follow Xie Chen into the city to take a look at the sealed Sun Mansion from afar.

At that time, this remote and unremarkable noodle stall was safer than any restaurant in the city.Every time they ate a bowl of plain noodles at the old man's noodle stall, the old man repeatedly responded to the regular customers saying, "When the girl comes back, someone will help."

However, the old man's daughter will never come back in all likelihood.

Sun Peng was thinking about something in his heart, so he didn't notice Xie Chen's expression, he sent plain noodles to his mouth with one chopstick after another.Although the tip of my tongue hurts from the heat, I just can't stop.

Xie Chen looked at him like this, but he couldn't eat a second bite of noodles.

The old man's noodle stall.

Always make freshly cut plain noodles.

There is also the matter of the old man struggling to find his daughter.

These... are all the things that they heard people talking about when they were eating vegetarian noodles together at the old man's four years in Baoying.

At that time, he took the young man through the sealed Sun Mansion, the young man did not cry, but silently followed him through the wind and rain.When passing by the old man's noodle stall, he happened to be able to shelter from the wind and rain, so he simply sat down and ordered two bowls of plain noodles.

It wasn't until a regular customer told them about the old man that he saw that the boy's eyes were red, and while he bowed his head and held back his silence, he stuffed the noodles mixed with tears into his mouth.

Obviously, eating noodles that time was the first time they went to the old man's noodle stall.Although later, when they occasionally went to the city, they also ate a few times.But these are all things that Baoying has done for four years...

"Ah, the face is swollen."

The chopsticks lightly touched the edge of the bowl, making a crisp "ding".Xie Chen's attention was pulled back to reality.

Sun Peng's chopsticks hit the rim of his own bowl, and his bowl had already bottomed out.The injured left hand was placed on the side, and only the right hand was held. It was a bit hard to eat.

On the other hand, the noodles in Xie Chen's bowl have already absorbed the soup and are so full that it is impossible to tell how much he ate before.

"Master doesn't like the plain noodles here?" Sun Peng was a little puzzled.Obviously at that time, I always ate noodles at the old man's place.

"No, just thinking about something."

Sun Peng couldn't think elsewhere.After Xie Chen finished eating the noodles, Sun Peng paid for the noodles with the broken silver on his body, and then joined the crowd again.

It is not known when the birthday in the palace will end, although he wants to stay with Xie Chen for a while, but he also knows that the other party's visit to the capital is mostly because of the Buddha statue parade, and he may not be able to stay outside for too long.

He hesitated a little, then stopped: "Master."

Xie Chen walked faster than him, and turned around when he heard Sun Peng's voice.

The skinny young man was standing behind him, he couldn't help reaching out and grabbing the corner of his monk's robe, rubbing his fingertips slightly: "Next time I go to the temple to meet the master, will you disturb me?"

As soon as his words fell, fireworks exploded in the distant night sky, and the blooms were particularly bright and gorgeous.

The fireworks that stood and let go seemed to be right behind the young man, looking at him thankfully, he still didn't say a word for a long time.

Sun Peng just pretended to be grateful that he didn't want him to go up the mountain to chatter, his eyes could not hide the disappointment, and the noise from far and near behind him failed to attract his attention at all.

The sound of gongs and drums was vaguely mixed with the laughter of pedestrians.

"That's right, the Buddhist gate is pure, if I go again..."

He hadn't finished speaking when someone bumped his shoulder heavily. He subconsciously opened his eyes wide. When he wanted to turn around, someone had already held his shoulders and led him aside.

A long line of dragon dancers walked from one end of the street to the other, and the people standing side by side didn't know who they bumped into or who they bumped into.But just now, Sun Peng was hit by the crowd and almost fell, but he was gently carried by Xie Chen and hugged him to protect him.

In a trance, Sun Peng felt that the colorful fireworks were blooming more and more brilliantly above the night sky, and Xie Chen's deep voice was next to his ears: "No."

Xie Chenxu clenched his hand behind the young man's back slightly, and looked down at the light in the young man's eyes: "The poor monk said that whenever Qilang comes, the poor monk will sweep the couch to welcome him."

It was obviously the most common words, but Sun Peng felt his face was hot, Xie Chen's breath was close in front of him, and he felt inexplicably ambiguous.

His eyes stayed on Xie Chen's half-opened lips, and he couldn't take his eyes off for a long time.

He didn't even know how he got back to the Sun's residence, how to deal with his brothers' kind ridicule for him being lost in the crowd inadvertently, and how to send Hachiro back to his room when he wanted to sleep with him.

All he could think about was what it would be like to kiss someone.

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Thank you: Amitabha, please use cleansing powder as a benefactor.