After wearing the book, I broke the plot

"Where do you sleep? Will it be cold?"

"It's not cold, but it hurts." Song Qi opened his eyes slightly, and saw a blurred red shadow in front of him, like a flower in the mist, a moon in the water, and he said, "What about you? Did Chi Yuyou bully you?"

Ah Jiu glanced at Chi Yuyou, who was unconscious in the blood, and smiled lightly, "No, I didn't meet him."

"That's good, you find a place to hide first, I'll be back soon." Song Qi was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but he couldn't bear to close them. The current Ah Jiu is like winter to him A fire, so warm.

Ah Jiu said softly: "Brother, go to sleep."

The sound seemed to have a hypnotic effect, Song Qi felt drowsy flooding in, and fell asleep within a second.

A voice beside my ear said, "Have a good night, senior brother."

This time Song Qi slept for a long time, and didn't wake up until noon the next day.

There were not many beggar brothers left under the bridge hole, Er Dong probably followed them up the mountain to hunt for wild game, and left a package of medicinal materials for Song Qi, covering his wounds.

Song Qi felt uncomfortable all over, his body was covered with the smell of sweat from the blanket, his white clothes were torn and wrinkled, unable to avoid the cold and was covered with dust.

After thinking about it, he simply loosened his hairpin, let his hair fall down, and smeared some mud on his face. Looking at it this way, he looked like a beggar.

Song Qi laughed while facing the water, and two or three beggars around him saw this, and said, "Brother, you look good enough to fight, even if you mix with us, you still look like a fairy."

Song Qi asked: "Excuse me, which way is the Duan family in the south of the city going?"

"Duan's family, Nuo's side, there is a big road leading to the end, turn left and take a small alley, and you will arrive." The beggar looked him up and down and said, "If you go like this, people may not recognize you."

"It's okay, I'll go and have a look." Song Qi smiled, and after applying the medicine, the beggar rummaged for a long time to find his cleanest suit and passed it on to him, saying: "Brother, let's wear it to avoid the cold first, it's dirty. It’s cold, but keep warm!”

"Thank you." Song Qi couldn't refuse, so he put it on and raised his hand to pull out the long hair that was trapped under the robe. Now he really looked like a beggar, except for his black hair, which was black and smooth, reaching to the back of his waist .

The beggar was very enthusiastic, and took him for a while to Duan's house, and said: "When you get to the bun shop, turn in and go straight. The place is a bit hidden, so you have to search carefully to see it."

"Okay, thanks."

At that time, I really saw that the door of Duan's house was open, and anyone who came would be invited in to eat meat and drink.At this time, it was meal time, and many people came in to eat and drink, which made it impossible to stand in the yard, and there was no room for the banquet, and those who did not arrive had to wait beside, and the servant girl even moved a stool for them sit.

The housekeeper brought Song Qi in, and said kindly: "As long as there are people, there will be food, little brother, wait for a while, don't be afraid of running out of food."

Song Qi thought to himself, the housekeeper probably thought that he was also one of the beggars who came to beg for food, and his outfit was indeed the same, but he just smiled and didn't explain, and obediently found a place to sit aside and wait.

When he was bored, he secretly observed the servants and maids who came and went. They all had smiles on their faces, which shows that the master here is also very kind to his servants. Otherwise, no one would complain after doing this kind of tiring work for so long.

After waiting for a while, the round here is over, the second round is scheduled, and the Song Qi's side is estimated to be four or five rounds away.

Song Qi wanted to leave without seeing anyone, but at this moment he heard the congratulations from everyone in the front table, he looked there, and he saw a man in blue, wearing a half mask, holding wine and walking in front of him. During the banquet, the smile on his lips was warm and decent, and he toasted each congratulatory guest with a glass of wine.

I don't know how the master's matter is resolved.

Song Qi felt that he shouldn't disturb this happiness and tranquility, but he had a premonition that the key to breaking the formation was on Duan Cheng, or around Duan Cheng. Last time, he stayed away from the Xuanzhen sect. Will this time be meddling in Duan's family affairs?

But even so, you shouldn't choose to disturb him at this time.

Song Qi stood up and walked out the door. After only two steps, he was stopped by the housekeeper, who said enthusiastically, "You can't be hungry. I'll go to the kitchen and get you some steamed buns first."

"No, no, I'm still not hungry." Song Qi refused, but the butler saw him as pitiful, so he insisted on getting him something to eat first. While the two were talking, they attracted the attention of other guests, and someone said: "Here Let's bring some food too, we're almost starving to death, and we don't know when we can have a bite of your family's meal."

The movement became louder and louder, and the people at the seats also noticed that they all turned their heads to watch the excitement, and Song Qi couldn't leave now.

Duan Cheng asked: "What's wrong?"

The housekeeper told him the reason, and Duan Cheng said: "Since this is the case, if there are steamed buns in the kitchen, I will distribute them to everyone first, and then invite more people to come to the kitchen to help. If the kitchen is not enough, ask the neighbors to borrow it."

The housekeeper responded one by one, and everyone dispersed in satisfaction. When Duan Cheng left, he glanced at Song Qi who had kept his head extremely low, and felt very familiar. He stopped in front of Song Qi, frowned and said, "Who are you?" ?”

Song Qi started to say: "I'm just a beggar, here to beg for food."

In recent years, Duan Cheng has been avoiding the pursuit of the Xuanzhen faction and acted very cautiously. His brows became more and more frowned. He was worried that someone from the Xuanzhen faction had found him, and his tone became more severe: "Raise your head."

Seeing this, Song Qi had no choice but to raise his head and smiled helplessly.

"It's you!" Duan Cheng was very astonished, looked at his body, and sighed: "I haven't seen you for a few months, how did you end up like this..."

Song Qi had a clear demeanor and an excellent appearance, but he would never forget it once he met him, so Duan Cheng recognized him with just one glance.

The front yard was noisy, Duan Cheng invited him to the back yard, and when he stayed in a quiet place, Duan Cheng asked: "Young master, what's the problem, why don't you tell me, maybe it can help you a little bit."

After all, in his impression of Song Qiru as that Moshangyu, Duan Zhongren, with the appearance of an exiled immortal, surrounded by gold, silver and jade. When he first met him, he misunderstood the other party, and he has always been ashamed. If he really has difficulties, Duan Cheng must define him.

Song Qi sighed: "It's a long story, I don't need to talk about it, I came here and heard that my wife was born, so I wanted to come and see, but because there were too many people, when I was about to leave, I happened to meet Brother Duan, it was also fate."

Duan Cheng showed gentleness, and said: "She gave birth to a boy, and she will make me angry later, and when she grows up, she will have a lot of trouble."

Song Qi smiled: "Sir, do you want Madam to have a girl?"

"Whether she gives birth to a boy or a girl, I like it. It's best if she looks like her. If I get into trouble, I won't be willing to beat the child." When Duan Cheng mentioned his wife and children, his eyes were full of tenderness. It made Song Qi, who knew what was going to happen next, very uncomfortable.

He said: "The young master must be as knowledgeable and reasonable as his father." Song Qi recalled Qiu He's appearance and sighed: "He will look like Madam."

Duan Cheng laughed loudly: "You haven't seen him yet, so just come and coax me." He waved to the maid next to him, and said, "Go and hug the young master."

"Yes, master." The servant girl lifted herself up and ran out with strides.

Song Qi smiled and said: "As the saying goes, men follow their mothers and women follow their fathers. The experience passed down from generation to generation should be true."

"Then I will lend you a good word."

After a while, the maid came back with the baby in her arms. When Duan Cheng took it from the maid, the sleeping baby opened his eyes and waved his little hand.

Duan Cheng teased the child for a while, then asked, "Do you want a hug?"

"Is it okay?" Song Qi was really at a loss when faced with such a small child, he took it lightly, and his heart beat faster.

A fresh, newly born little life symbolizes the future and beauty.

Song Qi felt sour, how could he bring his junior back to the right path, how could he persuade his junior to stop, how would he make this little life not live in strange eyes, and not feel resentful because of being shunned by others.

If he can wear it earlier, can it change the subsequent plot.

Duan Cheng smiled and said, "It's cute."

"Well, it's very cute, and it really looks like a lady."

"Young master is joking again. You can't even open your wrinkled eyes. How can you tell who you look like?" Even though Duan Cheng said this, he was genuinely happy, and gently took the baby's little hand waving in the air, with a smile on his face. With the characteristic expression of a loving father, he said: "I don't want too much, I hope he can be upright, wholeheartedly good, and do everything with a clear conscience."

Song Qi's eyes dimmed, and he really wanted to ask Qiu He in another time and space: Did you hear that?

He wanted to take this passage to the kid who grew up.

After grabbing some food, Song Qi went back to the bridge hole, Er Dong and the others had already gone back, they were forming a group, Er Dong was teaching the big guys how to play dominoes.

Those who went out to beg have returned to the bridge hole one after another, and are counting today's income. Some lamented that they didn't get much today, and some said that they wanted more today, and those who asked for less seemed to ask for more. A bridge hole, bustling with mortal fireworks.

Beggars in peaceful and prosperous times are richer than those in troubled times.

Seeing Song Qi come back, Er Dong quickly waved his hands and said joyfully, "Brother, come on, I left some grilled fish and chicken for you, it's still hot."

Song Qi didn't eat much at Chi's house because of his worries, but when he came back to the bridge cave and saw this lively scene, his appetite really improved. He took the lotus leaves that served as plates, and the smell of grilled fish and chicken was really good. fragrant.

A beggar said: "I use my special five-spice seasoning, which is a taste you can't taste in taverns."

Song Qi smiled and praised the fragrance, seeing that there were no chopsticks, he washed his hands and tore them up to eat.

Er Dong asked: "Is it still hot?"

"Well, it's hot."

"drink wine?"

Song Qi paused and said, "Let's have a bowl."

Everyone drank shochu from big tile bowls, Song Qi was not an exception, took the bowl, and was heckled by the beggars.

Then there was the bold applause, and the big bowl was filled again.

Just as I was eating, there was a cold and jade-like voice outside asking: "Please everyone, ask me the way, which street does the bun shop at the south of the city go to?" Everyone was drunk, and the beggars Impatiently waving his hands and saying that he didn't know, Erdong, the only one present who was not tied up, hiccupped, pointed in the direction, and said, "Over there, there is only a steamed stuffed bun shop at the end of Chunjing Street, so don't go there. On the main street, you can’t buy steamed stuffed buns.”

"Thank you." After the man asked, he politely thanked the group of beggars, then turned and left.

Er Dong raised the big bowl and said boldly, "Come on, keep drinking!"

Song Qi drank so much that his head hurt, and he leaned against the cave wall unconsciously, but the voice of the person just now was too familiar, and he couldn't remember who it was, so he asked Er Dong: "Who was that person just now? do you know it?"

"I don't know, I didn't see the face clearly, hey, do we have any acquaintances here?"

"That's right." Song Qi muttered, his head tilted and he was about to continue to sleep, when he was dragged up by Er Dong, who had beaten his blood, and continued to drink with them.