Faraway Wanderers

Zhang Chengling went back to the room, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, the shadow of the tree with newly sprouted branches hit the window, and when the wind blew, the "rustling" movement continued. Whirling", this night has become "ghosts and ghosts".

First, he reluctantly sat there shaking his head and reciting the mantra—this habit was despised by those two people for countless times. Senior Wen said, if you insist on stuttering and reciting this thing word for word, how can you master it? ?His master was more direct, and just said very simply that it would come naturally after he understood it and practiced it. In his life, he had never seen anyone who could memorize a broken formula with more effort than the Four Books and Five Classics. It can be seen that Zhang Chengling is so stupid, he is so stupid. got creative.

Then Zhang Chengling suddenly remembered that Master and Senior Wen had gone out, and he seemed to be the only one in this huge restaurant, so he became worried, always feeling that something was going to happen, so he pulled down the bed curtain restlessly, The quilt was pulled over his head, as if it was safe in this way - he didn't know what he was thinking.

He waited left and right, listening carefully to the movement in the master's room next to him with his ears open—of course, he completely ignored the fact that even if Zhou Zishu came back, he would not be able to hear this fact—like a nervous rabbit, I waited for most of the night without hearing any movement, and finally couldn't resist the lovesickness in my upper and lower eyelids, and fell asleep drowsily.

It wasn't until the next morning that Zhang Chengling got up when he was woken up by the sound of other tenants getting up, and ran to his master's room. He was disappointed to find that the quilt and pillow were cold, and the two of them had really spent the night together. didn't come back.The waiter in the restaurant came up to greet him, so Zhang Chengling couldn't help it, so he went downstairs to have breakfast.

He was languidly unable to cheer up, feeling that he was a bit of a waste, for a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, his trousers were getting shorter every day, but his ability always seemed to be stagnant.Uncle Li saved his life, and then met his master, who sent him to Taihu Lake, followed Uncle Zhao to Dongting, and then found his master...

It seems that no matter where he goes or what he does, he is not free and autonomous, but just follows others ignorantly.

Zhang Chengling gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun absently, wondering for the first time what he should do.

Just at this time, there was a small commotion at the door, Zhang Chengling looked back with a bun in his mouth, and then he was stunned together with other people in the shop.

I saw more than a dozen women coming in from the entrance of the restaurant, all of these women were all in black, like a flock of crows, they flew in in unison.I can't tell their age or appearance - because everyone wears a mask on their face, like the crude smiling doll masks sold to children on the street during festivals, but these pale-faced dolls have a mask hanging from the corner of their mouth. In addition to the smile, there is blood, and the eyes are wide open, looking like a kid.

The leader glanced at Xiaoer who was stunned, and ordered in a cold voice: "According to the head, serve a bowl of plain noodles to each person, and if you take another look, you will goug your eyes!"

Her voice was hoarse and hoarse, with indescribable malice, she sounded like an old lady, when she glanced at her, the people who secretly looked at her immediately lowered their heads—this group of girls don't look like kind people, they have been in the world for a long time Walking, no one wants to get into trouble.

The headed old lady in black sat down domineeringly, and waved: "Take care of that little bitch, and leave immediately after eating."

The black-clothed women under her did not talk nonsense, they sat down well-trained, and Zhang Chengling saw clearly that there was a young woman with disheveled hair and disheveled hair behind her, who was escorted and pushed over by them.He took a closer look, only to be startled, and thought to himself: "Isn't this Mrs. Gao's daughter, Miss Gao? Why was she arrested by this group of people who are not in the middle of winter?"

The embarrassed woman was Gao Xiaolian, she didn't see Zhang Chengling, the corner of Zhang Chengling's mouth was broken, it was so hot that it hurt, so she struggled hard.Immediately, she felt a pain in her waist, and felt that half of her body was numb. A woman holding her shoulder retracted the long needle that had just been pierced into her waist, and said coldly in her ear: "Do you think, Shall I turn you into a cripple who can't even stand up with one injection? Or should I draw a few scratches on your bald little face?"

Gao Xiaolian didn't dare to move anymore, her eyes were red with fear and anger.The woman stomped hard on her knee, almost causing her to fall to the ground, and scolded: "Then be honest!"

Zhang Chengling hurriedly lowered his head, pretending he didn't see anything, avoiding the eyes of the woman in black, seeing her sitting down, then raised his head cautiously, and looked at Gao Xiaolian carefully.

He had always had a good impression of Gao Xiaolian. He felt that she was a soft-spoken, gentle and beautiful sister. Seeing that she still had bruises on her face, it was obvious that she had been beaten, so he decided in his heart. A group of women in black is not a good thing.

So he looked at the door again, thinking anxiously, why haven't Master and the others come back yet?

This group of men in black was obviously on their way, unlike Zhang Chengling who chewed slowly. They sloppily filled their stomachs, and immediately put down their meal money and wanted to leave, but Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing didn't want to come back yet. mean.

Zhang Chengling couldn't sit still.

Strange to say, as long as Zhang Chengling is in front of Zhou Zishu, he looks like a special trash. Firstly, the word "trash" is often mentioned by his most impatient master in the world. The master relied on him, like a child with a mother, and when he wailed "Master help" over trivial matters, his powerful master would come to save him cursing.

Now that Zhou Zishu wasn't around, he became calm and bold. He secretly called Xiaoer, gave him such instructions, and then cautiously chased after him.

On the other side, Zhou Zishu, who hadn't returned all night, also had an adventure.

Wen Kexing heard the sounds of the bed and people inside becoming more and more unscrupulous, so he couldn't help being a little puzzled. He thought that in a place like fireworks, these good things happened in the boudoir of the girl who received the guest. Is the girl deaf, blind or not? So stupid that the bottom of the bed is empty, and she doesn't know that there is a large nest of scorpions?

He took Zhou Zishu's hand and wrote on his palm: "Whose house?"

Zhou Zishu paused, then said, "Big scorpion."

Wen Kexing was even more at a loss, thinking, could it be that the leader of the poisonous scorpion actually let Sister Yao pick up the guests in his own bedroom?He thought in horror, could it be that the head of the scorpion is so poor that killing and arson can't support him, and he also has to do skin and meat business?

Then he stroked Zhou Zishu's palm again: "Mother scorpion?"

Zhou Zishu shook his head, Wen Kexing was even more puzzled, he listened carefully for a while, and found that there were actually three people in the room, but the man and the woman were fighting fiercely, almost covering the other person's voice That's right, the extra person breathed very lightly, but he could still hear a slight rush, and Wen Kexing became more and more frightened, thinking that the hobby of this scorpion head... is really weird.

So he wrote: "Is he not good?"

Zhou Zishu paused for a while, and then nodded cautiously.

The side of his face reflected the moonlight that had just risen, and his face was business-like, as if Mr. Zhou was dealing with important state affairs, not listening to the wall. Wen Kexing looked at him, and felt that the world was a man of good morals, this person belonged to the first Two, no one can be number one.

After a while, the voice inside slowly subsided. Zhou Zishu felt that it was almost done, so he patiently waited for them to leave. Unexpectedly, after a while, the bed board began to "creak" again. It seemed that the quarrel was getting more serious——Zhou Zishu frowned, thinking that the two of them were not over yet, and that they had to be thick-skinned, thick-skinned, and heartless to be able to do this while someone was watching. Put in the hard work!

Wen Kexing was almost amused by his tangled expression, he heard the voices in the house and the intermittent singing in the front yard, looked at the person in front of him, his eyes lingered especially on Zhou Zishu's waist and legs—— The two people inside were in good spirits, they had nothing else to do, so they stared at the Do Not Evil place wholeheartedly and became distracted.

He was distracted for a while, then raised a hand and put it on Zhou Zishu's side waist. Zhou Zishu frowned even tighter, turned his head and glanced at him, Wen Kexing smiled and put an index finger on his mouth Side, looks very innocent.

Zhou Zishu felt that he was tormenting him a little too sensitively, thinking that he was an old man anyway, so he could touch it as soon as he touched it, and he didn't know who would take advantage of whom, so he graciously ignored him.

Wen Ke got it cheap and continued to be good, and slowly moved the palm down, feeling more and more satisfied in his heart, feeling that this piece looks really smooth, even if it is a little thinner, but thinness has its advantages, if you take off your clothes , this little waist can be pinched, but it feels even more sensational.

Not to be outdone, Zhou Zishu pinched his buttocks back. In response to the scream of the woman in the room, he twirled his two fingers, blew lightly, and squinted at Wen Kexing. One glance, chuckle.

Wen Kexing's eyes immediately darkened, he squeezed him tightly into his arms, and kissed him before Zhou Zishu's smile disappeared.Neither of the two dared to make any noise, so they could only compete with each other with very limited room to play.The first time Zhou Zishu didn't react, the second time he was injured and sad, and this time he met his opponent for the first time.

These two, one lingers in the flowers, befriends countless courtesans, takes whoring all over the world as his duty, and the other escaped from the capital city on the banks of the Moon River in Thirty Lis, and is used to pushing cups and changing cups to play on every occasion. The entanglement must either be the east wind overpowering the west wind, or the west wind overpowering the east wind.

I don't know how long it took, the breath was almost suffocated in the chest, and even the voices of the two people in the room who were very excited were quiet, Wen Kexing let go of Zhou Zishu, who was also a little breathless and trying to suppress it , holding one of his hands, leaning very close.

He suddenly stopped laughing, and just looked at Zhou Zishu quietly. At that moment, he seemed to have a thousand words to say, but they all fell silent. The people in the room died down, and the singing from the front yard became clear. The female voice sang softly: "Reminiscing plums going to Xizhou, folding plums and sending them to Jiangbei..."

Wen Kexing wrote in Zhou Zishu's palm stroke by stroke: "I only hope that your heart is like mine, and I will never disappoint lovesickness."

Zhou Zishu stared at him silently for a long time, closed his palms gently, and then gently squeezed Wen Kexing's fingers into his palms, but just touched them, and then separated again, he lowered his eyes, avoiding Wen Kexing's gaze again , sighed as if nothing.

At this time, a male voice in the room whispered contentedly: "Okay, you go." Then the door rang, Zhou Zishu took the opportunity to jump like a bird, and landed on the roof without a sound, gently uncovering a strip of tiles. Gap, look in.

Wen Kexing looked at his fingers, as if the temperature of that person's palm was still on them just now, but the night wind was too cold, and when it blew lightly, Youhu disappeared.At that moment, he couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, he could only laugh bitterly at himself.