The brothel sister doesn't love the young man

Chu Yuge rolled his eyes, and immediately rolled up the mattress and rolled it into the pool.

What are you doing if you have no face!Don't worry about your face!

With such thoughts in mind, Chu Yuge entered the water, only to faint from the cold.

He thought to himself before fainting.

Why is the water so cold?Did the old pig throw ice cubes here?Hmm...I saw a ghost...

"Fuck him! Why is he so tender and disobedient! He comes as soon as he comes, and it's over if he tells me? He even secretly sleeps in the pavilion! Thinking of himself as an iron beater?"

"The national teacher calms down first, and I will talk to him when he wakes up."

"Why do you think he is so tender and stupid? It's not spring yet, so he jumps in it? He won't freeze to death!"

"Yes, let's talk about it first when he wakes up."

"Hmph! When he wakes up, I have to report to Xiao Shi, so that he will die here someday!"

"......"I go?

Chu Yuge opened his eyes a little, and saw the national teacher and Yan Mohuai sitting opposite his bed through the candlelight, and Yan Mohuai was giving the national teacher comfort.

He weighed it over and over again, and he still didn't wake up, what if the spirit of the national teacher hasn't gone down?

So he moved, curled up the quilt on his body, turned his head inside, and fell asleep.

The national teacher and Yan Mohuai heard this movement and looked this way.

Chu Yuge had a thick skin, and fell asleep with the belief that "as long as I don't wake up, you can't do anything to me".

The national teacher didn't know, seeing that he seemed to be sleeping restlessly, he got up and shook his sleeves: "You look good, I'll go first."

Yan Mohuai responded and sent the national teacher out.

After he came back, Chu Yuge was already sound asleep.

Yan Mohuai sniffed Chu Yuge helplessly.

It's okay to be alive.

Yan Mohuai sat opposite the bed, tracing the outline of Chu Yuge sleeping.

When he reached his waist, his eyes lit up.

Too skinny... he thought.

The next day, Chu Yuge woke up from a sound sleep. When he opened his eyes, he saw the face of the national teacher sitting on the chair with his eyes wide open.

"...Well," Chu Yuge was very embarrassed, "I can actually explain why I fell into the lake yesterday..."

"Ah, shut your mouth quickly, I can," the national teacher waved his hand, "You just don't make trouble!"

"Old Pig, you have changed." Chu Yuge sat up expressionlessly, and angrily said, "You don't love me anymore! Why do you want to sue my brother when I fall into a lake? Our friendship has reached this level Have you reached the point? You are not as good as others..."

Chu Yuge's words paused when Yan Mohuai entered the room with a bowl of eight-treasure porridge, "...decision."

"What decision?" Yan Mohuai asked as he put the porridge on the table.

"It's nothing!" Chu Yuge rolled up the quilt and rolled to the foot of the bed, pretending to sleep.

"Oh, I don't care anymore!" The national teacher got up and wanted to leave, "You take care of this little ancestor first, and then take him to the weaving village again. If there is nothing else, go on."

"Yes." Yan Mohuai watched the national teacher leave.

When I was done, I looked back and saw that the quilt was still the same ball, not moving.

Yan Mohuai smiled and said, "Little ancestor, we're out for dinner."

The quilt was slammed twice, and after struggling hard, he chose rice and abandoned face.

Chu Yuge poked his head out, and his eyes lit up when he saw the delicious eight-treasure porridge.

He kicked the quilt away and ran to the table.

"Hey, hey, your feet!" Yan Mohuai reminded.

"Mu Si! Eat first!" Chu Yuge only had food in his eyes.

"No one is robbing you, what's the hurry?" Yan Mohuai sat next to him and helped him cut his hair.

After falling out of the pool last night, I picked it up, and my hair wasn't wiped much, but Chu Yuge's natural hair is good, and it's not rusted, so it's smooth after a few strokes.

"I'll comb your hair, you eat slowly." Yan Mohuai got up, took a comb, came back and sat down, picked up Chu Yuge's hair and began to comb.

"Slow down, sir, my hair is precious! Don't shave me bald!" Chu Yuge emphasized.

"Yeah." Yan Mohuai smiled, and said solemnly again, "Yesterday I came back and told the national teacher about the matter, and he said that there was still a change in the southeast of the Qigong Star Formation, so let's go there again."

"Is there still a change?" After eating the last bite, Chu Yuge leaned on Yan Mohuai and touched his belly, "Then I guess it's not about the weaving village, so I have to continue going there."

"Well, let's leave in a while." Yan Mohuai slowly tied his hair up.

"Okay." Chu Yuge was very comfortable.

The sun was shining brightly that day, and the two went to Weaving Village to ask about it.

"Hey village chief, what about Pan Rong?" Chu Yuge asked while pulling the village chief.

"What's the matter, why are you here again? Her father died, she went back to the village to check! Let go, let me go and take a look at Jiujiu." The village chief broke away and walked away on crutches.

"How is it?" Yan Mohuai came over and asked.

"Tsk, Pan Rong's father died, she went back to the village. They're all next door, let's go and take a look." Chu Yuge made a quick decision.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Yan Mohuai followed him.

In fact, Pan Rong's village is easy to find, just a short walk from Weaving Village.

"Wangqu Village? The name is funny." Chu Yuge looked up at the name of the village.

"Let's go, take a quick look." Yan Mohuai went in first.

"Oh." Chu Yuge followed.

The village was covered with white cloth and black cloth, probably for Father Pan's funeral.

They wanted to ask Pan Rong's family, but no one paid any attention to them.

"Sister? What can you do here?" Chu Yuge greeted a village woman who was pouring vegetables in the vegetable garden.

"Ah? I'm pouring vegetables, what are you doing, baby?" the village woman asked kindly, smiling.

"What's your name, big sister?" Chu Yuge didn't rush to ask, the real thing is getting close.

"Me? My surname is Lu Mingyue, Lu Yue." The village woman introduced herself.

"Fulfillment of the contract?" Chu Yuge was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "It's quite interesting!"

After babbling a few sentences here and there, Chu Yuge got to the point: "Eldest sister, can you get to where Pan Rongjie is?"

The smile on Lu Yue's face froze for a moment: "Why are you asking this?"

Chu Yuge pretended not to care and said, "Mu Han, ask everyone. Didn't they say that someone died recently, it seems to be Pan Rong's father?"

Lu Yue put down the bucket, looked at one of the vegetable beds, and said with reminiscence: "Yes, I am quite familiar with Papa Panlian. We were neighbors when we were young, and we never lived together when we grew up, but Sipenny You still know me pretty well."

"Where is that Tetsuya?"

"Go up there, there is a blacksmith's shop, and there are their introductions on the side."

"Thank you big sister O!"

Chu Yuge completed the task, bouncing around and dragging Yan Mohuai, who had been neglected for a long time, to Pan Rong's house.

Behind them, Lu Yue's eyes flashed.

"Is Pan Rong at home?" Chu Yuge found the place and knocked on the door.

"Hey, come here!" The bride put on a coarse sackcloth, and came over to open the door with a very capable look, "Eh? Isn't you from the capital city? Why are you here again?"

She still remembered Zhao Wan's murder relatively clearly, and she was a little scared.

"Must matter, Sister Pan, I'll come and take a look!" Chu Yuge smiled.

Women will have a good impression of men with good looks.

Pan Rong was no exception.

Especially two men.

She gave in: "Come in first, my father just died recently, I have to clean up."

Chu Yuge and Yan Mohuai said they didn't care, and then began to look at Pan Rong's house.

Her house is a bit small, but it has everything.

The blow to her mother was not small, and she sat at the door in a daze, not caring about anything.

There is a coffin in the middle of the yard, and the two of them put incense on it, and then looked at it.

Chu Yuge thought for a while, then suddenly took Yan Mohuai's hand and said, "Hey, isn't this the old farmer who sent us to weaving village the other day?"

As soon as he reminded him, Yan Mohuai also remembered: "Well, yes."

When it was over, two more sticks of incense were put on.

Under Pan Rong's puzzled gaze, Chu Yuge smiled.

"I think I have a relationship with your father."

The author has something to say:

Chu Yuge: Can I just pretend I didn't see what happened today?

Yan Mohuai: I will never forget everything related to you.

Chu Yuge: Then, can I take pictures of amnesia for you with a brick?

Yan Mohuai: The brick is too big, are you going to murder your husband?

Chu Yuge: ...Go away!