Peerless Junior Uncle

Hanging in the dark blue sky. It's a bit lonely. He Tinge asked Ji Wuya who was sitting on the steps outside the door without saying a word.

Ji Wuya's hands are wrapped with filaments. Circle after circle: "I recognized it at first sight."

"why."

Ji Wuya smiled silently: "Intuition. When you keep a person in your heart for decades, you will be familiar with everything about him. Even if you haven't seen him for many years, it's just a simple behavior. The look. Even. Just a look. You know it. He's the guy."

"I'm sorry." He Tingge looked at Ji Wuya's smile and couldn't help but whispered.

"There is nothing to apologize for. Qingcheng is his child after all. Besides, I never want to influence his thoughts. If I fail this time, I will go with him. After all, apart from him, I have nothing now." Speaking of this, Ji Wuya turned his head again and said: "Besides, isn't there a half chance of success? Then everyone is happy."

He Tingge took a deep breath. There was half the chance of success... He suddenly remembered that when he went to rob Yan Qi's tomb that day, Fu Qingcheng also said a word to him: "Even if there is a glimmer of hope .I don't want you to risk yourself either."

But. Does he have any other choice now?

"Don't worry. Have some confidence in them. God won't be so cruel." Ji Wuya patted He Tingge's shoulder and comforted him.

How could He Tingge not be worried. But what's the use? Seeing the faint smile on Ji Wuya's face, he just nodded slightly: "Yeah."

Xiao Lengyu has been sitting on the edge of Fu Qingcheng's bed, holding Fu Qingcheng's cold fingers, and the guilt in his heart hits layer upon layer.

"Sir, you go to rest. It's good to have me here." He Tingge said softly. Xiao Lengyu sighed. He shook his head and said, "It's all my fault..."

"This is the end of the matter. Sir, there is nothing to blame yourself. Besides, even if it is a blood exchange treatment, you should take good care of your health." He Tingge persuaded softly.

But Xiao Lengyu shook his head: "No. If I hadn't offended the cult forces back then, there wouldn't have been Chi Su who blocked the cold palm for me, and Qingcheng wouldn't have been injured from the womb. He was born with a cold body. "

"It's not unreasonable for Senior Qianji to say that this child is the host of Greedy Wolf. But it's not always the case. After all, the theory of Greedy Wolf is just a legend. After Chisu was pregnant with Qingcheng back then, in order to ensure that the child grew up safely in his womb, he destroyed it by himself. She has a lot of skill. I haven’t seen her since then. Until I learned from other people that Chi Su died in the war alone with her child. That was after the disbandment of the Passing Water Tower.”

"I always thought that the child was dead too. But later I had no intention of finding him in Cuigu. So I taught him the bone-drawing fan and clavicle acupuncture with the secret technique of soul-absorbing. I thought that he could be taught by Qianjizi. I will grow up healthy. I will never set foot in his life again." Xiao Lengyu let out a deep breath: "I owe him all."

"For the things in the world, I can't tell who owes whom. If there is no such palm, there will be no such a person as Fu Qingcheng, right." He Tingge said lightly: "The things of that year have passed. Now you still have to pay for it." Alive. Then everything is just a memory. Make good use of the remaining time to live up to the people who care about you."

"You mean Wuya." Xiao Lengyu smiled faintly: "Only that stubborn guy of him remembers me all the time..."

"The pavilion master said this. We are not happy." Suddenly there was a coquettish voice. It was a woman wrapped in a red gauze dress, leaning against the door in a daze, with a colorful feather fan in her hand. I don't know why. What is the wind blowing on a cold day?

"Red clothes. Keep your voice down." A white-clothed scholar came out from behind. He was skinny and sickly. It was not the sick scholar that Xu Jianya had seen that day. "Little master is sleeping."

A trace of worry flashed across the pretty face in red. He walked up a few steps and took a look. His face was distressed: "It's been a while since I saw you. Why have you lost so much weight? Your lord is treating my son badly."

Seeing this, He Tingge was puzzled. What are the backgrounds of these people?

"Red clothes, why are you here?" Xiao Lengyu asked lightly.

"Pavilion Master, you have been hiding deep all these years. If I hadn't seen you chatting with the tarantula that day, I really wouldn't have guessed it was you." The sick scholar smiled and said softly.

Hong Yi continued: "Pavilion Master, how long are you going to hide it from us?"

"Don't be the master of the pavilion. The bones of the past are dead. I'm just Xiao Lengyu now." Xiao Lengyu said helplessly: "Tingge. These are the four elders who protect the law of the passing water tower. Huo Feng Hongyi, Xie Ziyan, a scholar with wonderful hands."

"I've seen the prince." Xie Ziyan smiled and nodded. He cupped his hands, but the red dress put on a pretty face: "What's wrong, my lord. How do you take care of others, my lord?"

"Call me He Tingge." He Tingge said lightly.

"Okay. Don't bother Qingcheng to rest. Let's all go back." Xiao Lengyu said softly.

"Master, you really want to exchange blood with the little master." Hong Yi said seriously.

Xiao Lengyu nodded: "There is no need to discuss this matter. I have already decided. You don't need to say more."

Xie Ziyan didn't say anything, but Hongyi was a little unwilling. He said softly, "But isn't there a risk? If it succeeds, everyone will be happy. But if it fails, neither of them will survive."

"Okay. I know. You go back. I have my own opinion." Xiao Lengyu frowned and said softly: "Now there are only two of you left in the four major protectors. Do your own thing well. I, Xiao Lengyu, can I want you to think about it. There are no regrets in this life."

"Pavilion master..." Hongyi seemed unwilling. But Xie Ziyan behind her grabbed her sleeve and said, "Let's go. No matter what. This is a dilemma. There is no right or wrong."

Yes. Dilemma.

Fu Qingcheng woke up the next morning. He Tingge was guarding him in confusion. When Fu Qingcheng opened his eyes, He Tingge was leaning on the bedpost and staring at the front with his eyes open. I don't know if he was in a daze. .....

Looking at the blue and black under his eyes, Fu Qingcheng couldn't bear it. His hoarse throat couldn't utter any complete words. He just moved his fingers and hooked He Tingge's sleeve lightly: "Fengxi..."

Hearing this sound suddenly, He Tingge came back from his trance and saw Fu Qingcheng woke up and was calling him. He immediately rejoiced: "Qingcheng, you're awake."

Seeing his haggard face, Fu Qingcheng reluctantly hooked the corners of his lips: "Yeah."

"Are you thirsty? Do you want to drink water?" Seeing his dry and hoarse voice, He Tingge brought over the tea that was changed every day. Fu Qingcheng drank some. His voice became much more comfortable: "How long have I slept?"

[Extra] Campus Chapter: Haiyang CP

And now the one on the left. The side face against the morning sun. It has edges and corners. The bangs are trimmed properly. The whole person feels very refreshing. At least Haitang has to admit that he thinks this person is clean. Although I don’t know why will come up with such a word

but.......

What's the matter with his Haitang.

Haitang didn't intend to answer the question of the person next to him. He took out his biological notes. Fortunately, this thing was done during class. It's just that the physics exercise book hasn't kept up.

"Fat, have you filled it out yet?" Haitang squeezed the rubber slag and hit the boys in the first two rows on the back of the head.

Li Qi's subordinates kept on copying and said, "Wait a minute. Right now. There is still a circuit diagram."

Haitang turned the gel pen in his hand and waited for Li Qi's exercise book.

"Hey, fast copy. There are still 5 minutes." The girl in front handed over her physics workbook: "Don't copy the same thing. Do you hear me?"

Haitang took it over: "I know."

I took a gel pen and started copying. I changed the formula quite skillfully. After choosing a few wrong questions on purpose, there were two circuit diagrams left. I finished it with a few swipes. I didn’t even need a ruler. Push the homework to the top of the book and put it away. Wait for the study committee to collect it after class.

"Lend me your notes." Just a few seconds after lying down, he was stabbed on the elbow. The hall was on fire. With a tsk, he lay down and looked impatiently at his new deskmate: "What's the matter."

"Borrow your notes." The boy on the opposite side didn't care about his impatient expression. The repetition changed.

Haitang frowned. Looking at the boy with the usual expression in front of him, "What did you say?"

"..." The boy's pretty brows frowned. He planned to give up borrowing things from his deskmate.

"As long as you dare to use it, take it." After Haitang reacted, he sneered in his heart. He is an art student. He is the most statusless student in No. [-] middle school. I don't even bother to care about it. Not to mention that someone will borrow his homework or notes.

The boy had already turned his head back, but he turned his head after hearing these words. After seeing Haitang's indifferent expression, he reached out and took the top wooden notebook.

In fact, Haitang's biology notes are quite good. It is also the only homework I did. It's just that no one has ever read it. The teacher also thinks that he copied it somewhere.

Haitang saw that person took it directly, and looked at it seriously for a while, then picked up the pen and started copying in the new notebook. His serious look suddenly made Haitang feel a sense of being recognized. Since he was in high school. Haitang, who has always been an intermediate student, was forced by his mother's coercion to study art. Since then, he has been dubbed an art student. No one will borrow his homework to copy, and no one will ask him questions. .Although sometimes he knows how to do it. But no one asks him. He doesn't bother to be courteous.

Later, I got used to the feeling of being ignored. Anyway, I just know my own affairs.