Blast the world without learning!

It was as if, like him, he had once gazed at that golden-dyed figure.

Early the next morning, Luo Jin went to complain to everyone with two dark circles under his eyes.

"Really, I dreamed of him many times, and every time it was so scary, I wondered if he was real or fake!"

The three of them were busy with their own affairs, but no one paid any attention to him.

But he still said to himself: "You don't know how infiltrating the drama he sings, I am scared to death every time, by the way! Brother, you don't know, I dreamed of you yesterday, I I dreamed that you turned into a bloody and tearful monster!"

Three people: "..."

Seeing that no one answered, Luo Jin couldn't help feeling anxious: "It's true, you must believe me! I won't be living alone tonight, I want to sleep with you..."

He glanced at the boss, thinking that he might not have that blessing, so he locked his eyes on another person.

Cheng Chuqian raised her hand: "Don't think about it, it's impossible."

"Why!" Luo Jin yelled, "I'm going to be scared to death and you don't care about me!"

Chen Li laughed and said, "Aren't you still standing here?"

"Well, look at my dark circles, they are heavier than the boss!"

As soon as Luo Jin said this, the eyes of the three of them turned to Ye Luochen's face.

It was really heavy, and he had been dreaming since he came here.

Ye Luochen yawned under the gaze of the three of them, but his work didn't stop for a moment.

Chen Li was a little worried: "Boss, are you really okay?"

Ye Luochen shook his head: "Much better than him."

Luo Jin suddenly felt that he was alone and helpless, but he just had a beautiful spirit of not giving up, and he said: "Boss, do you always have dreams?"

Ye Luochen froze his hands, and Cheng Chuqian, who had been staring at him, caught this froze, and the latter also asked, "What dream?"

Ye Luochen replied, "I don't know."

The three chatterboxes suddenly felt that they had nothing to say.

Ye Luochen lowered his eyes, followed their questions in his mind, and unconsciously began to search for the dream fragments of the past half month.

It's not that he doesn't remember, it's just that he doesn't know how to say it.

Every night, he dreams about some messy things, some of which can be put together, and some of which don't make sense. These things accumulate in his mind, which makes him sleep very poorly, and he can't sleep at night every night.

The movements of his hands did not slow down, and the table was wiped with water marks by him, but it dried up quickly. Cheng Chuqian just wanted to remind him that the table was about to be scratched, but Xiao Cui, who was sweeping the floor at the door, yelled, "The old class leader is back." up!"

The crowd looked for fame.

A few children ran out from the backstage of the teahouse, and surrounded Xiaocui at the door, chattering non-stop.

"The old class leader, grandpa, is finally back!"

"Yes, yes, but where is it, why can't I see it?"

"What can you little man see? Look at how tall I am, I can already see him!"

The little man who was said pouted, but then he felt dizzy, and he was lifted to his shoulders.

He lowered his head and burst into a smile when he saw the man's mask: "Brother Qian!"

Cheng Chu smiled and replied, "Can you see clearly?"

"Yes, yes!" The little man waved his hands and shouted to the old man in a wheelchair in the distance, "Grandpa!"

Hearing the shout, the gray-haired old man looked up, and the kindness in his eyes overflowed uncontrollably.

He is already in his sixtieth year, and he should have enjoyed the blessing of a full house of children and grandchildren, but he is helpless. His wife passed away after a year of marriage, leaving no son and a half daughter. He was heartbroken and never took it again wife.

I can't remember what his name is. After his wife died, he created a troupe with his own skills. At first, there was only one person in the troupe, which was himself, but later, he picked up a few beggars.

These beggars were all poor children who were not wanted by poor families. He had no fixed place to live at that time, and he sang operas through alleys and alleys, but he could always pick up a few children who were abandoned in the hustle and bustle in a certain deep alley.

I don't know when, someone began to accompany him.

Those children had been raised by him for decades, and they all grew up. They didn't want to leave, so they stayed in the troupe and sang with him.

This singing, some people sang from life to death.

The old class leader went out this time to see if there are any abandoned children in the world. With the establishment of a new dynasty, people say that the current monarch is wise and there are no disasters and chaos under the land.

But this trip, he still brought back a child.

The child had a dark face and was very thin. He followed the old head teacher's wheelchair. Anyone who looked at him would shrink his neck. The fear in his eyes was self-evident.

When the old and the young came to the door of the teahouse, Xiao Cui glanced at the child, first cursed a few words in grief, then picked him up with ease, and patted his back with her hand.

When the child was picked up, his eyes widened in horror at first, but he slowly regained consciousness in this warm embrace. He hooked Xiaocui's neck with a pair of small hands, and put his head on Xiaocui's shoulder.

The old head teacher said: "Take him in and wash up."

Xiaocui nodded, and went in with the child in her arms.

Cheng Chuqian put down the little man on her shoulders, and saluted with the three who came from behind: "Old leader."

The old class leader smiled and nodded, his eyes wandered among the crowd, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see, so he asked, "Where is Ah Nian?"

Luo Jin said: "I think he hasn't woken up yet, he just sang a play yesterday, he must be tired."

The old class leader nodded and asked Cheng Chuqian to push him into the teahouse.

Ye Luochen didn't follow in. He stared at the little man with displeasure in his eyes.

The little man was inexplicably stared at, he knew how to read people's faces since he was a child, and he could laugh and play with Cheng Chuqian, but he naturally didn't like this brother who said "I'm not easy to mess with" all over his body. Dare to say more.

One big and one small just stared at each other.

Ye Luochen didn't know why he felt displeased with a child.But the next moment, his mouth explained for him:

"What did you call him just now?"

The little man blinked, and replied weakly: "Brother Qian..."

As soon as these three words came out, the corners of Ye Luochen's mouth drooped a bit.

He called him brother?

Still called so natural?

Why am I so upset?

Ye Luochen thought about it, and felt that it was He Yunian and Lu Ting's fault.

"Humph."

The little man inexplicably received a cold snort, a little aggrieved, thinking that he should stay away from Brother Qian in the future, otherwise Brother Leng would not like him.

-

The old class leader went to the backyard, looked around, and then had someone push him to the door of He Yunian's room.

Cheng Chuqian knocked on the door and said, "Young Master He, the old class leader is back."

The door was opened soon, and He Yunian's usually expressionless face showed some joy visible to the naked eye. He looked at the old class leader and said, "Why did you come back so suddenly this time, without notifying us in advance?" ?”

The old class leader took his hand and said, "I want to give you a surprise."

He Yunian still wanted to say something, but the old class leader reminded: "Do you still have a play to sing in a while? Go prepare first, and we will talk about it later."

He Yunian nodded, and went back to the room to prepare things for the stage.

-

People who came to listen to the opera today felt that they might have accumulated too many blessings in their life, and they could hear this peony opera singer who has always been extremely sad, sing a happy opera in his lifetime.

Everyone was dumbfounded listening to it, but He Yunian also had a good time singing. Now he just wants to end the scene quickly and go back and have a good talk with the old man.

So Chen Zhixing didn't keep him today, but Ye Luochen stopped him when he wanted to follow.

"Please go back, little prince, it is not suitable to receive guests in the backyard today."

Chen Zhixing's gaze fell from the back of the person who was going far away to his face, and an ordinary person would have scanned the person in front of him, but he took a small step back, holding his hands to his chest, with a dignified expression: " Sorry to bother you."

Ye Luochen was obviously surprised to receive such a reply.

The rumored little prince Chen didn't seem to be that bad.

He learned to return a salute: "Don't blame the little prince."

Before Chen Zhixing left, he seemed a little unwilling to give up. He thought for a while, then turned his head and said to him: "Please tell me, my son, that singing is not something a man is proud of. I'd better ask him not to do it again." fallen."

"Oh?" Ye Luochen recalled Chen Zhixing's various performances in the past few days, combined with the rumors, and couldn't help asking, "Why does the little prince dislike singing so much?"

Chen Zhixing didn't answer, but Huai Huaicheng who was next to him spoke: "Our lord has received orthodox teaching since childhood, and a man should be self-reliant at the age of eighteen, while that Mr. Peony is only in his early eighteen years, but he has no masculinity. Our lord just wanted to help him."

Presumably it was the day when Lord Chen Xiaowang had just lifted the ban, when he came out, he came across something new. The Sanguan who had been raised for 20 years might have suffered a blow at that moment.

-

After seeing off Lord Chen Xiao, Ye Luochen started to tidy up again. Since his emotions were controlled again, he talked less.

In fact, as the only person who could figure it out with his master, he naturally knew that He Yunian was not as cold as he appeared on the surface.

But in the game, his own life and death are uncertain, now he can only find the main spirit as soon as possible, and then return to the real world smoothly.

For the past half month, the four of them have been looking for the main spirit and the bomb, but let alone the main spirit, there is no trace of the bomb.

Cheng Chuqian was also surprised by this.It stands to reason that props such as bombs would not be hidden too deep, and if they cannot be found now, it can be said to be a very serious accident.

This world is different from all the worlds they have encountered. Everything here is like real people. They all have souls and their own lives. If people don't pay attention, they will fall into this false world.

The teahouse is facing the brilliance of sunset, this time of day is the happiest time for Cheng Chuqian.

The afterglow of the setting sun seems to be partial to the person in front of him who is a bit thin and has a low pressure around him. He arrives every day as scheduled, and puts on a warm coat for him, trying to hide the aura that is thousands of miles away from others. .

Cheng Chuqian tried hard to think back, but couldn't find any pictures related to similar memories.

At that time, he only cared about walking forward, and the setting sun was behind him, which he never saw.

Now that Xiaguang has returned to the world with regrets, I don't know if it is God's favor for him.

Ye Luochen slowly tightened his fingers holding the rag. In fact, he was still not good at disguising. No one had ever pierced his protective barrier before, but the person behind him who was watching his back seemed to want to see through him.

He actually felt a little subtle, and the fragments of the dream in his mind struck again.

It was as if, like him, he had once gazed at that golden-dyed figure.

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happy month holiday!