Religious Faith

Interlude:

Chengcheng: "It's so cold!" >_

Zeze took off the glove and put it on Chengcheng's hand, then ran to the opposite street and bought a hot, steaming baked sweet potato and put it in Yanyan's hand.

"The sweet potato is hot. You can warm your hands with gloves on. When you get home, the temperature will be lower, so you can eat it."

Chengcheng looked at Zeze: "But you will be cold..."

Zeze carried Chengcheng on his back: "You stay closer to me, keep me warm, and I won't be cold."

Sincerely: ~(@^_^@)~

the next day.

Chengcheng: "You didn't wear gloves today!" (⊙_⊙)

Zeze put Chengcheng's hand in his jacket pocket and held it tightly.

Chengcheng (blush): "...I want to say, I brought..."

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Mr. Zeng seemed to have forgotten that he had this house, and it was more than a month before he came back. At that time, Ah Wen went crazy in private, but now he is much better.Fortunately, Ah Wen was not stupid, so he bought some ingredients with the money that Mr. Zeng gave him, and he fed himself pretty well.

When Mr. Zeng came back, he saw this scene: Ah Wen was wearing his white shirt and jeans, leaning on the kitchen counter with his elbow, resting his chin in one hand; stirring the pot with a spoon in the other hand.

There was a gurgling sound in the pot, and it sounded quite fragrant.

Ah Wen's hair is a bit long, and he casually puts his sideburns behind his ears. His hair is as smooth as satin, and as black as ink.His clothes are a bit too big for Ah Wen, and this is a style that emerged many years ago. Ah Wen rolled up his sleeves and trousers twice and wore them on his body. Ah Wen is relatively thin and has a handsome figure, so he wore It has a sense of beauty.

He is indeed a good-looking man, no matter what he looks like.

When Ah Wen saw him, his eyes lit up: "Mr. Zeng!" He quickly put down the spoon and ran over, hugged Mr. Zeng: "My God, I thought you wouldn't come back!!"

Mr. Zeng pushed him away without any trace: "This is my home, why can't I come back?" He looked at the kitchen and asked, "What are you cooking?"

"Towels." Ah Wen said cheerfully.

"..." Mr. Zeng was speechless.

"It'll be cooked right away! You'll be able to use it in a while!" After speaking, he rushed to the kitchen, stirring the pot with a happy face.

Mr. Zeng turned his head and saw the book on the coffee table. It was "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms".He smiled, then raised the book in his hand and asked Ah Wen in the kitchen: "Are you reading this?"

"Hmm!" Ah Wen replied, then picked up the towel, rinsed it with cold water, and when the towel changed from hot to warm, he wrung it out and ran all the way to Mr. Zeng. Xian Bao seemed to say: "Hurry up Wipe your face, smell the fragrance?"

Mr. Zeng took the towel, and sure enough, he smelled a faint scent of roses.

Seeing Mr. Zeng wiping his face, Ah Wen said happily like a child: "When I went downstairs to buy vegetables today, I saw a rose seller. It was cheap and beautiful!"

By coincidence, Mr. Zeng rubbed Ah Wen's head and said, "That's great."

"Yeah yeah!"

Mr. Zeng turned to ask him: "Have you been studying recently?"

"Well, yes." Ah Wen would not tell him that he only started reading the Romance of the Three Kingdoms yesterday, and he read online novels before, but e-books are also books.

"Did you like this book?"

"like."

"I like it too."

Ah Wen was obedient on the surface, thinking in his heart, no wonder he was thinking so much.

Maybe it was because he pretended too well, so Mr. Zeng didn't find out, he just said: "Look first, I'll take a shower, we'll have dinner later."

"it is good."

When Ah Wen was reading a book, he found a piece of paper on page 60 of No.[-], on which he wrote a poem.

The paper was already a little yellowed, but the writing was written with black ink, and it was still very clear. The silver hook was painted on iron, and the arrogance was very domineering.

The poem has no name, and its contents are as follows:

When the flames of war are raging, and the smoke is raging.

The golden armored military order, the ancient wall splashed with fishy smell.

The deserted city is deserted, and the corpses and horses are left behind.

Anti-thieves and courtiers are like the smoke of war.

The Three Kingdoms have passed through the years, and the history remains in the hearts of the people.

The green plums boiled in wine are green, and the bamboo forest overflows with the sound of chess.

One-third of the world's affairs, for whom to fight for hegemony.

Whoever speaks the way of justice, the winner will conquer the bandits.

It seems that this is a poem about the Three Kingdoms...

"I wrote this when I was a child." Mr. Zeng stood here at some point.

"How small?"

"When I was 13."

"So small!" Ah Wen's eyes widened.

Mr. Zeng smiled lightly, thinking, this poem is indeed nonsense in the eyes of the present.But he won't say this, he still looks like the number one in the world that he has passed down from his bones.

"When I was young, a classmate laughed at the fact that my poems didn't rhyme."

"Why rhyme for the sake of rhyming?"

"Yes."

"I think poetry, as long as it is easy to read and the emotion is in place, it's fine."

Mr. Zeng still nodded lightly: "Fuck him, it has to rhyme. I had a big fight with him that time."

"and after?"

"He ran home crying." Mr. Zeng suddenly changed the subject: "Can you change him to rhyme?"

"Huh?" Ah Wen was taken aback.

"Try it."

"...Okay." Ah Wen scratched his head: "Can you give me a piece of paper and a pen?"

……

Ah Wen's handwriting is really ugly, so ugly that people can't bear to look at it directly, but he changed the poem very quickly, and he almost started writing after thinking about it for about a minute.

When the flames of war are raging, and the smoke is raging.

The golden armored military order, the ancient wall splashed fishy.

The deserted city is deserted, and the corpses and horses are left behind.

Anti-thieves and courtiers are like the smoke of war.

The great Jiangdong passed away, but Shi Jianzhi remained unchanged.

The green plums boiled with wine are green, and the bamboo forest is a chess game.

One-third of the world's affairs, how can virtue be loyal?

Whoever speaks the way of justice, the winner will conquer the bandits.

Ah Wen sighed after finishing writing, and said: "There is no way, the level is limited, and the meaning has been changed for you in a few places." He scratched his hair and said: "Strong rhyme, the result is neither fish nor fowl."

Mr. Zeng gave a rare smile and said, "Very good."

Awen was stunned for a moment.

"For example, it's very good that Da Jiangdong passed away and changed it." Mr. Zeng didn't know why. He was a little picky in his heart, but his appearance changed when he spoke.He looked at Ah Wen's big bright eyes, and thought that whoever saw him like this would be reluctant to make him pout... He threw the paper into Ah Wen's arms, and said, "But you need to practice that word well." Practice, it's ugly."

Ah Wen: "...Okay, then I will describe Sima Yan from tomorrow."

"Sima Yan?" Mr. Zeng was a little puzzled.

"He is a person who writes copybooks. I have described him since elementary school." As he spoke, Ah Wen found pictures of Sima Yan's copybooks on his mobile phone, and offered them to Mr. Zeng like a treasure: "Is the writing beautiful?"

"..." Mr. Zeng held his forehead, and then said: "You are not allowed to write his handwriting."

"Then describe Pang Zhonghua??"

"...Who is that then?"

"It is said to be No.1 in Chinese calligraphy." Ah Wen found out Pang Zhonghua's calligraphy and showed him.

"..." Mr. Zeng looked at the words on the screen, then looked at Ah Wen, and said, "Their handwriting is too neat and ugly."

"That means you can't write."

"Well, no."

Ah Wen put away his mobile phone, smiled and said, "Okay then, don't write if you don't want to."

Seeing Ah Wen's smiling face, Mr. Zeng was in a trance for a moment.He had never discovered that this man was so good-looking, even though he had been a young master and had taken drugs... But this did not affect his beauty.As long as he smiles, the world seems to light up.

Is this his disguise?

Mr. Zeng took a breath and pretended nothing happened.He picked up the teacup, lowered his eyes to hide the astonishment in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "It's because I can't write their characters, it's not that I can't write."

"Okay..." Ah Wen smiled helplessly, then walked to Mr. Zeng's side, and said, "Let me give you a shoulder squeeze."

When Ah Wen put his hand on Mr. Zeng's shoulder, Mr. Zeng glanced at his hand indiscriminately.His fingers are white, thin and long, and the joints are obvious because of his thin hands. Whenever he exerts force, the slightly raised knuckles poke Mr. Zeng's heart like the tips of bamboo shoots.

He put down the teacup and asked, "Do you think I picked up a treasure, or □□?"

Ah Wen was stunned for a moment, and was pulled up by Mr. Zeng in the next second. He watched the man in front of him lead him to the bedroom. He lowered his eyelids and smiled slightly, a little sad.

Mr. Zeng didn't have that much thought to hide in this regard, and he always went straight to the point.

Ah Wen was in so much pain that he tried his best to respond to Mr. Zeng, but for some reason, his heart felt sour.

He seems to remember that in a room, a young man looked at him with eyes as black as ink.He also made himself very hurt, and he still remembered that the man blushed and finished these things...

Then what?He said he loves himself.

But who is that man...why is he so sad...

Mr. Zeng stopped, and then asked, "Why are you crying?"

"...it hurts." Ah Wen said.

"..." Mr. Zeng didn't speak, but continued to do it.

Ah Wen didn't dare to think about that person any more, so he collected his thoughts and put all his energy on Mr. Zeng.

It was night, and Mr. Zeng left.

Ah Wen lay on the bed for a while before cleaning up the mess.

So, is that your own memory?he asked himself.

Ah Wen closed his eyes and asked himself softly: "I am Ah Wen, so who is he..."

……

In an unusually quiet room, a person was lying on a bed, lifeless except for breathing.

Suddenly, his eyelashes moved, and then slowly opened his eyes.

The author has something to say: In fact, I don't want Mr. Zeng to like Chengcheng, even a little bit, because in his eyes Jiang Cheng is just a plaything.The translation means, except for Li Jinze, no one would regard him as a priceless treasure.

But suddenly I got a little stuck, because it was too miserable.

Then you have to flog me frequently, otherwise I will have no motivation

(T▽T)

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