Dressed as an actor in the Qing Dynasty

On the way back, Hua Jingzhao really took them to the Zuixiang Building, and when they came out again, it was already afternoon.

The carriage bumped and drove slowly into the alley. From a distance, a man in a blue robe was squatting outside the gate of the courtyard wall. Su Baoer poked his head out and waved to him, "Brother Shang."

Su Qingchi glanced outside the curtain when he heard the words, and when he saw the other party's appearance at this time, he paused slightly.

This idiot must have been waiting at his door all morning?

Shang Chengde did squat in front of Su Qingchi's house for a long time, and he came just after dawn, but unfortunately, when he got here, the gate of the yard was already locked.

Su Qingchi got out of the carriage, walked up to Shang Chengde, didn't say anything, only signaled Su Baoer to unlock it.

Su Baoer unlocked the lock neatly and pushed open the hanging flower door.

"When did you come?"

"...It didn't take long, you came back as soon as you sat down."

Su Qingchi glanced at him, then reached out and touched his hand, which was cold.

His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he cursed, "Idiot."

Shang Chengde showed joy, and was about to hold Su Qingchi's hand tightly, but the other side pulled it back.

Shang Chengde didn't mind, and followed the yard with a smile.

He is very familiar with every piece of bluestone brick in this yard, every branch of vines on the bamboo frame.In the middle of the courtyard, Osmanthus osmanthus is flourishing, under the emerald green leaves, there are tiny petals hidden in clusters, a little bit red like cinnabar, when the wind blows, there are bursts of fragrance, light and ethereal.

"As soon as you enter this courtyard, it smells fragrant. I will plant a tree in front of my house someday." Shang Chengde said as he followed Su Qingchi into the house.

There is another elegant fragrance in the house, which is much lighter than the cinnamon in the yard, but it is not so charming.

The two sat down, because there was no ready-made hot water in the house when they went out earlier, so Su Qingchi lit the stove and boiled a small pot of water.He and Shang Chengde have known each other for a long time, so naturally there are not so many rules when getting along, but at this time Shang Chengde waited for him in front of his door for a long time, his body was so cold, he didn't have a cup of hot tea to entertain him, and he didn't show any guilt .

Naturally, Shang Chengde knew his temperament, and never bothered with him about these trivial matters.

Before he could say a word, Su Baoer came in, holding a few strings of lanterns not much bigger than a fist in his hand, looking gratifying, Shang Chengde couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get the lanterns?"

Su Qingchi opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Su Baoer rushed to say, "Brother Hua did it."

Then he winked at Su Qingchi slyly, "To please my brother."

Shang Chengde's complexion changed obviously.

"Talking." Su Qingchi glared at Su Baoer, but there was no trace of anger in his words, "What about others?"

Su Baoer shrugged, "He said that if you have enough to eat and drink, you should be free and unrestrained."

Shang Chengde was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look at Su Qingchi, and saw that there was no trace of anger on the other side's face, and his expression was still as calm as before.

"He came back and asked him to repair the roof over there." Su Qingchi glanced outside, "Practicing can even make a hole in the roof."

"Hey." Su Baoer went down in response.

It just so happened that the water in the teapot was boiling at this time, Su Qingchi picked up the teapot and poured Shang Chengde a glass of water.

Shang Chengde lowered his head, his eyebrows were tangled together, as if he was thinking about something, so that even Su Qingchi pushed the tea to him, but he didn't react.

"What are you thinking?" Su Qingchi asked softly.

"Ah?" Shang Chengde suddenly raised his head, realizing that he was distracted just now, and his expression was a little embarrassed, "Cough, it's nothing."

Not long after the two chatted, Shang Chengde looked at the sky outside.

He originally wanted to ask Su Qingchi to go to Taoranting, have a drink and talk freely, but at this time, if he asked Su Qingchi out, he might not be able to have a good time.

Although I felt regretful, but also helpless, I had no choice but to change the topic, "By the way, I'm afraid you don't know yet, I had a nephew a few days ago, and the day before yesterday was just full moon, hehe, he looks so fleshy, my father and mother Love it so much."

Mentioning his little nephew, Shang Chengde showed joy on his face, and he took a sip of tea, "Bring it someday, I'll let you see it too."

Su Qingchi nodded casually, not saying that children are what he hates the most.

Take Su Baoer back then as an example, except for picking him up from the pile of corpses, he never got close to him.

Back then, the black man loved Su Baoer, and the children in the theater circled around him all day long. Some called him Little Pimple, some called him Little Rourou, until the end, most of them called him Little Baoer, so the black man So I named him Wang Baoer.

Perhaps children are born with spirituality. Su Baoer only likes to lean against him when he is crawling around on the ground. After being kicked away by him again and again, she crawls over without hesitation, hugs his legs, and sleeps drool.

Later, when I could remember things, he even sprawled his feet, sticking to him like a slug, although every time he went to look for him, he would always be bullied by other children who were learning opera, and he still waved his fat little fists Hit back, then break through the barriers, run to hug his thigh, then hide behind him and say to those bad boys, "Come on, my brother hit you."

Even though she was bullied miserably, she was still so arrogant.

Fang Shang Chengde was still full of ideas, "A few days ago, I invited an eminent monk to perform a religious ceremony. My father prayed for a long life lock, which is now worn around Jun'er's neck. Oh, my father named it Ting Jun, my mother said Jun'er and Cheng En were carved out of the same mold, haha."

It's strange for a baby who is only a month old to see the nose.

Su Qingchi looked down at the teacup in his hand, and said in a calm tone, "Envy?"

Shang Chengde smiled, but did not deny it.

"I'm envious, get married earlier, and you can have a son by this time next year."

When Su Qingchi said this, he slightly slanted his eyes and glanced at Shang Chengde.

Shang Chengde paused first, then the smile on his face disappeared, he lowered his head and stroked the cup in his hand.

"I'm afraid... there will be no such day."

Su Qingchi's eyes flickered for a moment, he lowered his head and took a sip of tea, "Why?"

A hand reached out to hold his, and Su Qingchi raised his head.

There was a meaningful smile on the corner of Shang Chengde's mouth, "Why, you really don't know?"

The yard is very clean, only the leaves that fell down not long ago look refreshing and open under the orange sunset in the sky.

Hua Jingzhao came back a little later than usual, and changed into a new set of clothes. When he entered the yard, he didn't see anyone, probably he had already eaten in the house.

In the past, several people ate three meals a day in the pergola set up in the courtyard. The weather was cool a few days ago, and it was fine in the pergola. Now that the coolness is getting stronger, it is a bit unbearable, so it was demolished. The pergola, three meals a day will be settled in the house.

Su Baoer was coming out to add food, when she saw Hua Jingzhao who was about to enter the house, she immediately burst into a loud voice, "Brother Hua, why are you coming back now? If you cook more today, you will still have enough to eat."

Hua Jingzhao coughed, waved his hands at him, and said, "I've eaten too much wine, so I won't eat today."

Then he stretched his waist, and for some reason, his movements were a little awkward, "I'll go to bed first when I enter the room, don't call me."

"Hey, my brother asked you to fix the roof..." Before Su Baoer could finish speaking, she had disappeared.

"came back?"

"Yeah." Su Baoer handed the rice in his hand to Su Qingchi, "It's because I ate too much wine and didn't eat anymore."

Su Qingchi said nothing, and put a fried vegetable into the bowl.

Su Baoer took his seat and said again, "I look at him a little strangely."

"I'm afraid I hurt my waist." Su Qingchi's tone was light, and he couldn't see any emotion.

Su Baoer scratched his head, obviously not quite understanding.

Su Qingchi glanced at him, "In the future, when you become a man, you will understand."

"I was originally a man." Su Baoer muttered.

"What a fart, I always know how to mess around with wild boys and never touch the girl's hand." Su Qingchi rolled him a look.

Su Baoer took two mouthfuls of rice, "Brother, didn't you say to find me a martial arts master?"

The corner of Su Qingchi's mouth twitched, "If you can find it, what do you need to say?"

Shang Chengde on the side smiled, "Qingchi, what I told you last time..."

"No." Su Qingchi said decisively, with an aggressive tone, "Hmph, seeing how I look like a living dead, he wished he could cut me in two with a single knife. If Xiao Bao'er followed him, he might kill Xiao Bao'er in a few days. I lost my life, and I'm the only younger brother, if he makes troubles, I... I don't agree with anything."

Whenever Su Baoer heard his brother say such explicit words, his eyes became hot for a moment.

Shang Chengde didn't know that the estrangement between Su Qingchi and his second brother was so great, and seeing that Su Qingchi refused, he stopped mentioning it.

After the meal, Shang Chengde helped Su Baoer clean up the dishes, and Su Qingchi filled a bowl of rice with some vegetables and sent them to Hua Jingzhao.

Pushing open the door, he pushed the bowl onto the table, "Whether you like to eat or not... Where did you get this injury on your back?"

Hua Jingzhao couldn't hide it, but pulled the wound, grinning in pain, "You, hiss, why... are you here."

Su Qingchi frowned, but his tone was cold and impersonal, "Wutangzi can go around like this, are you making too much noise?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Qingchi glared at him and went out. Hua Jingzhao only thought that he was angry and wanted to chase after him to please him, but he had no choice but tore the wound again. The pain was so painful that he could only gasp.

After a while, the door was pushed open again, and Su Qingchi came in carrying the medicine box with an unfriendly expression, and without saying a word, he directly took off Hua Jingzhao's clothes hanging on his shoulders in a secret way.

"Hey, baby, hiss, take it easy."

At this time, Hua Jingzhao still didn't forget to ask for some cheap things.

Su Qingchi glanced at him sideways. When he came in just now, he didn't see clearly the extent of the injury, he could only see a streak of blood. At this time, without the cover of his clothes, he couldn't help but take a deep breath when he looked closely.

The blood flutter was as thick as a finger, and in some places it was so deep that the bones could be seen, and the skin and flesh turned outward.

Even Su Qingchi could hardly maintain the usual composure on his face.

"I'll go find a doctor." Su Qingchi got up, but was grabbed by Hua Jingzhao.

"No, there may be some troubles in the future, just give me some medicine, and I'll be fine in a few days." Hua Jingzhao's face was pale from the pain, and he forced a smile, "Don't hide the good medicine and be reluctant." Use it for me."

Su Qingchi really wanted to beat him up with a flower whip, but seeing that Hua Jingzhao refused to invite a doctor no matter what, Su Qingchi only had to obey him, and went into the house by himself to find some precious materials sent by dignitaries who used to sing operas good medicine.

In the actor's profession, bruises and injuries are common on weekdays, so Su Qingchi also read some medical books. Although he just glanced at them briefly, it really came in handy at this time.

Hua Jingzhao was wrapped in thick gauze from the left shoulder to the right side of the waist, and the waist was also wrapped several times.

After struggling for a long time, the two finally stopped the bleeding.

Su Qingchi changed the blood-stained bed sheet, "Who did you offend?"

Hua Jingzhao was half naked lying on the bed, his face was pale, but he was much better than before, "That bastard of the merchant can only play tricks behind his back, if I didn't run fast, I probably wouldn't be able to come back today, alas , I was bitten by a little poisonous snake, it really degrades my status."

Su Qingchi was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and there was a ripple in his heart for a moment.

With a lot of thought, Su Qingchi said "you have a good rest", and then closed the door and went out.

That night, Su Qingchi stared at the curtain of the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Someone beside him said, "Look at your preoccupation, is something wrong?"

Su Qingchi shook his head lightly, "It's fine."

If this person's surname was not Shang, he might have told him, but it's a pity...

Su Qingchi sighed, "Go to sleep."

There was silence behind him for a while, when Su Qingchi thought Shang Chengde had fallen asleep, the other party said again, "Is it... because of Hua Jingzhao?"

"He...has some injuries."

After finishing speaking, Su Qingchi felt a little regretful.

It's just that he didn't know why he said it at the time, maybe he just didn't want Shang Chengde to misunderstand something.

Shang Chengde finally showed a smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to cover Su Qingchi's, "Don't worry too much. If you want to find a doctor, I know one who is very skilled in medicine. I'll bring him here tomorrow."

He is obviously a father, why is his temperament so different?

"Qingchi." Seeing that Su Qingchi didn't speak, Shang Chengde squeezed Su Qingchi's hand tightly, "Do you remember what I said to you during the day?"

Su Qingchi turned to look at him, Shang Chengde lowered his head and kissed Su Qingchi's slender fingers lightly, "I'm serious."

Su Qingchi looked at the face close at hand, feeling a little dazed, "Have I ever told you that you look like someone I know?"

There was a smile on the corner of Shang Chengde's mouth, "Who do you look like?"

However, Su Qingchi didn't go any further, just caressed Shang Chengde's face, from eyebrows to eyes, from nose to mouth, his slender fingers walked carefully over the other's facial features, "...the one who wants to give his whole life to him. "

Shang Chengde froze.

Su Qingchi smiled faintly, "He is already dead."

"Qingchi..." Shang Chengde took a long time to say these two words.

Heartbroken, Shang Chengde closed his eyes. He had a lot to say to Su Qingchi, but in the end he just held his hand tightly.

In this life, I will protect you.