When Wang Ye picked up the future brain master

Ye Qianqiu opened his eyes and stared blankly for a while.

He insisted on letting Mu Yao sleep on the bed yesterday, and he put a small blanket beside the bed for the night.

But why is he in bed now?Mu Yao carried him up again?

He sighed, and turned his head to see the wheelchair next to him, covered with the blanket he had covered yesterday, half of it resting on the armrest, as long as he sat on it, his legs could be covered.

Ye Qianqiu moved his upper body with difficulty, moved himself into the wheelchair, sat upright, covered the blanket, and listened to the movement outside.

There is the rustling sound of snowflakes falling to the ground, the rustling sound of the cold wind blowing through the thatch on the roof, and... the sound of cloth rubbing against armor.

Mu Yao?

Ye Qianqiu turned the wheelchair, quietly pushed open the door of the bamboo house, and poked his head out.

The sky is slightly bright, and the bamboo forest looks a little foggy against the white snow.Mu Yao was punching in the bamboo forest.

Every move was ruthless and merciless, as if he was venting something.Mu Yao flew up and kicked a bamboo that was as thick as his wrist.All the snow on the bamboo fell to the ground, and the bamboo snapped!

And he noticed that when Mu Yao punched in one direction, there would be a small gust of wind.

This is inner strength, right?

Ye Qianqiu shrank his neck, Mu Yao took the move, turned around and saw Ye Qianqiu was still wearing the mud-stained white clothes from yesterday, looking at him with his head poking out at the door.

"What are you doing?" Mu Yao walked towards this side.

Seeing his sweaty face, Ye Qianqiu froze for a moment, pushed the wheelchair up to meet him, and grabbed his hand.

Mu Yao was taken aback, and just about to withdraw his hand, Ye Qianqiu said in surprise: "Why are you still sweating in the cold winter months?"

"Of course you will sweat when practicing martial arts."

"It's so warm." Ye Qianqiu put his hand on his face and rubbed it twice.

Mu Yao withdrew his hand and coughed: "Hurry up and change your clothes, I'll take you to the morning market."

Hearing this, Ye Qianqiu smiled at him, turned the wheelchair back to the room and changed clothes.

Mu Yao originally wanted to follow him in to help, but considering that he himself has a defective leg, he didn't want others to see his embarrassing side.

Leaning against the bamboo wall, he somehow thought of the touch of the smooth skin on Ye Qianqiu's face.

I didn't realize that my earlobe was red.

In half an hour, Ye Qianqiu came out with a wheelchair. I don't know how he changed his clothes. Anyway, he was dressed neatly, with a light blue coat and a jade-white gown inside. His hair was still so soft. It was hung on the shoulders meekly, and only a white hair tie was used to tie it.

Ye Qianqiu looked at him expectantly, and Mu Yao smiled and said, "I don't know how many young ladies will favor you with your outfit."

Ye Qianqiu tilted his head to look at him because he didn't understand, Mu Yao went to close the small door, pushed his wheelchair and walked up the bamboo forest path.

The voices of two people can be heard in the distance.

"...Did you bring silver taels??"

"... If I didn't bring you, would I take you out??"

"...Is it enough for me??"

"...As long as you don't buy a house, the money is still enough."

"Oh!"

As soon as he entered Yangliu City, Ye Qianqiu was attracted by the stalls on both sides of the street, and kept asking Mu Yao in a low voice.

"What's that?" He swallowed.

"The Tao family's ancestral meat pancake."

"What about that?" Looking delicious, he swallowed.

"Croquettes."

"Then why don't you buy it for me?" Ye Qianqiu looked back at Mu Yao, who met his eyes and was stunned for a moment.

The corner of this man's mouth is saliva, right?

He sighed, and pushed the wheelchair to the stall selling croquettes: "Boss, here's a croquette, stuffed."

Ye Qianqiu continued: "I also want a portion of the meat."

The boss happily wrapped two servings of croquettes in oiled paper, walked around the stall, and handed them to Ye Qianqiu himself.

Ye Qianqiu thanked, stretched out his hand to pick up a vegetarian ball, blew on it, put it in his mouth impatiently, got his tongue burned, and let out a hissing breath.

Mu Yao watched it amusingly, paid the silver, and pushed him to a small breakfast stall, found a wooden stool and sat down: "Boss, two bowls of soy milk, one candy cake, and two deep-fried dough sticks. "

Ye Qianqiu was just like a child, stuffing a vegetarian ball in one mouth and a meatball in the other, just like the little squirrels stuffing pine cones in their mouths when they were young.

It was delivered earlier, so Ye Qianqiu wraps the remaining meatballs and puts them behind his back, and starts to imitate Mu Yao and add spicy oil to the soy milk. Mu Yao hurriedly stopped his hand: "Don't you like sweet things? Add sugar. "As he said that he wanted to move the sugar bowl in his hand to him, a black and thin hand suddenly came out and stopped the sugar bowl.

Mu Yao looked up, his face suddenly darkened.

The man in front of him was wearing the same clothes as Mu Yao, with sharp mouthed monkey cheeks, a sinister look, and sunken eye sockets. He was looking at Mu Yao and Ye Qianqiu provocatively.

Because he looked too strange, Ye Qianqiu looked at him a few more times.

Zhang Ping said in a shrill voice: "Yo, it's been frozen outside all night, isn't it dead?"

Mu Yao said nothing, but clenched his fists.If he was alone, it would be okay to fight with him, but... He raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Qianqiu, who was sipping soy milk, and lowered his eyes.

"Yesterday, Dai Touer heard that you didn't go back, but he got very angry! You, even if you go back now, you can't save you!" Zhang Ping laughed with a few little followers around him.

Mu Yao's heart suddenly calmed down. He had encountered such a thing not once or twice.His martial arts are better than others, and the superiors really wanted to cultivate him, but his self-esteem is too strong, and he can't bear others' cynicism and ridicule from time to time. One, and was fired from the military.

He had no intention of becoming a leader, so at worst, he would change his place, change his name, and then join the army.It had become a cycle, a cycle that would never give him peace.

Zhang Ping stared at his small eyes, reached out and patted Mu Yao's shoulder: "I heard you have a younger sister? You are so handsome," he said, patting Mu Yao's face twice without fear of death , "That sister of yours must not be too far behind? Call me out and let the masters take a look?"

Mu Yao's face suddenly sank, and he clenched his fists under the table.

The people around had already noticed that the atmosphere was not right, most of them checked out and left, except for a few who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

Mu Yao originally thought that Ye Qianqiu was still here, so he couldn't be too impatient, but these people dared to think about his sister, he couldn't bear it anymore.

He stood up abruptly, grabbed Zhang Ping's collar, and was about to punch him down when someone pulled the hem of his clothes.

He turned his head angrily, and Ye Qianqiu looked at him calmly.

Zhang Ping was about to speak, when a bowl of boiling soy milk was splashed on his face, he let out a strange cry, and quickly wiped the soy milk on his face with his hands, Mu Yao was also stunned for a moment, and let go of his hands.

Ye Qianqiu whispered to him: "Run."

Mu Yao's body reacted faster than his brain, and by the time he realized it, he had already pushed Ye Qianqiu out.

Not far away, a man wearing a bamboo hat led a horse, his eyes followed the backs of the two until they disappeared.

Ye Qianqiu tightly grasped the wheelchair armrests on both sides with both hands, facing the winter wind with an excited face.

Mu Yao pushed him into a small alley, and the two of them stayed quietly for a while, when Zhang Ping's distraught voice came from the other side of the alley: "...Catch him back for me, I want him to try it too." Taste it! Damn..."

The sound gradually faded away.

Mu Yao sighed wearily and leaned against the wall.

Ye Qianqiu had never had such an exciting experience before. He was excited for a while, and after calming down, he turned his head and glanced at Mu Yao, pursed his lips, and said to him with some concern: "...they mentioned your sister, I'm afraid I know where she lives. Is it okay?" Looking at Mu Yao's face just now, it should be that he has never mentioned his sister in front of others, so Zhang Ping and the others should know something when they mention it.Judging by his angry look, he should attach great importance to his sister.

Mu Yao sighed in his heart, why is it all right?

He opened his eyes and glanced at Ye Qianqiu, then pushed him to the depths of the alley.

"Let me take you somewhere."

"...Is it your home?"

Family?

He had never had a home, and that place existed only so that his sister could have a place to live when he wasn't around.

However, since it has been exposed, this place cannot stay any longer.

Ye Qianqiu saw that his face was not very good-looking, so he didn't ask any more questions.

After walking for a while, Mu Yao took him around a few turns, presumably to take him around where Zhang Ping and the others might find him.

Ye Qianqiu frowned suddenly, his legs hurt like needles, and it seemed like thousands of ants were biting and gnawing on the bones.His legs are almost numb, but the bones are always connected with the blood. This feeling has not appeared for a long time, and it has been so long that he has forgotten the torture and fear that this pain brought him.

He gritted his teeth tightly, and cold sweat was already breaking out on his forehead. He found that he still had time to think about the morning when he asked Mu Yao why he was sweating, and wanted to laugh, but this time his leg It seemed that he didn't want to let him go so quickly. The pain made him tremble violently. He lowered his head and pinched his knees tightly with his hands.

Mu Yao noticed something was wrong with him, walked around in front of him, knelt down and held his hand, which was already cold.

He stretched out his hand to let him look up to see what was wrong with him, but found that Ye Qianqiu was quite strong. He raised his head with some strength. Already very pale.

The strength in Ye Qianqiu's hand was a little loose, he bit his lip, trying to wake himself up.

There is a ray of bright red around the mouth.

Mu Yao quickly grabbed his chin and let him relax: "What's wrong with you?"

Ye Qianqiu said to him with a weak cry: "...Mu Yao, Mu Yao...my leg hurts..."

This was the first time Mu Yao encountered such a situation, and he panicked for a while.It's not that he didn't treat other people's injuries in the military camp, but Ye Qianqiu's leg disease should be born, and he has no countermeasures at all.

Seeing Ye Qianqiu's eyes were red and he was about to faint, he gritted his teeth and hugged Ye Qianqiu up.

Mu Yao's movement touched his knee, he groaned in pain, closed his eyes in pain, and reached out to grab Mu Yao's sleeve.

Mu Yao looked down at him worriedly, then stepped up and turned into a bluestone alley.