Mosaic Fairy Tale [Unlimited Streaming]

——I will carry you——

"Why are you here again?" The young boss adjusted his glasses and looked at the two people in front of him.

Ren Ange was still being held in someone's arms at the moment, and felt a little embarrassed seeing him, so the hand holding Qiu Chenliang's shoulder exerted a little strength.

"Do you have safflower oil?" Qiu Chenliang asked without changing his expression.

Ren Ange supported his forehead, safflower oil...

"Yes, what are you doing?" The young boss said, his eyes lingering on Ren Ange for a while, "Did you fall?"

"I twisted my foot." Qiu Chenliang put him on a chair, "borrow it."

The young boss entered the room and took out a bottle of safflower oil, and slammed it on the table, "Bruises, sprains, promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis!"

Qiu Chenliang: "Thank you."

"Is it seriously twisted?" The young boss leaned over and looked down. "It's swollen, no wonder I can't even walk."

Ren Ange: "..." I'm really embarrassed.

Qiu Chenliang knelt down and gently rubbed his ankle.

Ren Ange held down his hand, her cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes wandering. "I'll do it myself..."

The young boss sat on the chair next to him and raised his legs casually.

"Wouldn't it be nice for someone to rub it for you?"

Qiu Chenliang also raised his head and blinked at him, slightly curling the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, wouldn't it be nice if someone kneaded it for you?"

Ren Ange withdrew his hand awkwardly, his cheeks became hotter and hotter. "Then thank you."

While Qiu Chenliang rubbed his ankles, he brought up the red umbrella to the young boss, while Ren Ange was rubbed beside him, distracted.

"Are you so sure that I know?" The young boss's pair of red phoenix eyes always looked sharp and shrewd, and all his eyes were focused on Qiu Chenliang's face.

"Not sure." Qiu Chenliang continued to rub Ren Ange's ankle.

"Then you came to see me?" The young boss leaned back slightly, his eyelids half covering his pupils, lazy and wicked.

"Intuition." Qiu Chenliang finally diverted his eyes a little, "Intuition that you will help us."

The boss laughed and adjusted his glasses.

"Well, I will indeed help you."

"This red umbrella is actually used to keep people's souls."

"Opening the red umbrella and placing it on the head of the deceased can keep the soul of the deceased alive for 49 days."

The boss narrowed his eyes, "Why, did you see the red umbrella at Zhang Xiaoxia's house?"

"You know better than us." Qiu Chenliang smiled.

"Hey—" The boss looked away again, "Let me tell you, that ghost lady will definitely be buried tomorrow."

"There is a custom here that the corpses of every ghost empress will be placed in the same tomb."

"This time is no exception."

"Calculating carefully, there are probably seven coffins parked there."

"There will be a lamp in front of each coffin, which looks like a lantern and will never go out."

"The sorceress said it was used to illuminate the way for the ghost lady to go to the underworld, but who knows?"

He looked down at Ren Ange's ankle, frowned and said, "Why did you rub it for so long?"

Qiu Chenliang glanced at Ren Ange, and said softly, "It will be ready soon."

At this moment, Ren Ange's thoughts were all on the red umbrella and the lantern that looked like a lantern.

It looks like a lantern, so isn't it a lantern?

When it was time to eat, neither He Qiufeng nor Huashan showed up.

Ren Ange was worried that something happened to the two of them, so he looked at his watch, it was eleven o'clock.

so far so good.

"Are we still going to the ancestral hall tonight?" Ren Ange asked.

Qiu Chenliang seemed to glance over his ankles, and said, "I'll go, you stay here."

"Then how can I do it..." Ren Ange became excited, "I want to go together, I want to stay together."

"Okay." Qiu Chenliang's eyes slightly bent.

"Today's first seven..." Ren Ange approached him and whispered, "Then we will definitely see ghosts, right? Ghost lady..."

He was too close, his hair brushed against him, and his eyes looked too big when he looked up, like a little fox.

Qiu Chenliang raised his hand, as if wanting to touch him, but instead stroked his own bangs.

"Should be?"

Ren Ange didn't miss his small movements, pursed his lower lip, but still didn't say anything.

It was this raising of his hand that made Ren Ange notice the hour hand on the watch.

It took only a few minutes, and the hour hand pointed to "ten".

Ren Ange was even more worried, fearing that something had happened to He Qiufeng and the others.

bless bless!

"Then let's go before it's completely dark," Ren Ange said.

"Then let's go now." Qiu Chenliang grabbed his arm, "Do you need me to carry you?"

Ren Ange twisted his ankle and said, "No, it's better."

"Okay." Qiu Chenliang nodded.

"Shall we hide on the roof?" Ren Ange asked, "Or hide in the sedan chair? Is it easy to be found in the sedan chair?"

"Climbing up the roof so high?" Qiu Chenliang smiled slightly.

"That's right." Ren Ange grabbed his arm, "Then we have to hurry up, what if there are others?"

"There are paper figurines in the ancestral hall, they will definitely see them." Qiu Chenliang calmly analyzed.

"And the sedan chair is too easy to attract suspicion. I don't believe that witch won't lift the curtain."

"That's right." It's not that Ren Ange doesn't know, he just thinks he can run away when the time comes.But...he looked down at his ankle, it was a bit difficult. "Then what shall we do?"

"Not going." Qiu Chenliang said, "Anyway, it's nothing more than that, you can guess it."

"What if it's different?" Ren Ange frowned.

"That can't be helped." Qiu Chenliang shrugged.

"Okay...then you agreed to go together just now?" Ren Ange raised an eyebrow.

Qiu Chenliang raised the corners of his mouth, stared at him with lowered eyes and did not speak.

"It's getting dark..." Qiu Chenliang said, "Let's go to the place that sells paper figurines."

Ren Ange pondered for a while, and asked, "Are you so sure that the boss is an accomplice? What if he is a spy?"

Qiu Chenliang smiled slightly, and said: "Then we can only resign ourselves to fate."

Ren Ange patted him on the shoulder, and said righteously: "How can we do that? Let's take a knife from here, and if he doesn't obey, put the knife on his neck!"

Qiu Chenliang nodded, and actually led him to find a kitchen knife from the kitchen in the house.

"This day...it always gets dark so fast!" Ren Ange limped forward with his arm supported.

It's really far away from the young boss's place. When we got there, it was getting dark, so Qiu Chenliang put him on his back and strode forward.

Ren Ange wrapped his arms around his neck, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, nervously looked left and right for a while, but didn't dare to look back.

He always felt that there was a gust of wind behind him, which made him tremble with fright.

"It's here!" Ren Ange looked at the closed door in front of him, excited.

"Boom!" Qiu Chenliang knocked on the door.

After a while, the door was opened, and the young boss yawned and muttered, "Disturbing the quiet..."

Although he yawned, there was no sleepiness in his eyes.

Ren Ange thought to himself, I'm afraid you already knew we were coming.

"What are you doing here so late?" the boss asked.

Ren Ange squeezed the handle of the knife, yes, it's a complete show.

"Avoid the limelight!" Ren Ange said.

"You..." The young boss stretched his neck and looked at his feet, "Are your feet still not healed?"

"Eh..." Ren Ange gripped the kitchen knife tightly.

"Are you going to rob?" The boss shifted his gaze to the kitchen knife in his hand and teased.

"Uh...be bold..." Ren Ange buried his face behind Qiu Chenliang's back.

"Come in first." The young boss twitched the corner of his mouth, and closed the door with a "bang" after they came in.

"Sit down, sit down, just like your own home." The boss caressed the frame of the mirror and sat casually on a wooden chair.

"Chat?" the boss said.

"Sure, what are we talking about?" Ren Ange yawned contagiously.

The young boss helped the mirror frame: "What are you talking about?"

"Cough! That's right." Ren Ange sat on the chair,

"Is it coming out of the coffin tomorrow?"

"It was just said in the afternoon...it will come out of the coffin." The young boss said leisurely, "After all, you can't escape even if you run away."

"Of course..." As soon as Ren Ange finished speaking, there was another knock on the door outside, very rhythmically.

"Don't open the door." Qiu Chenliang lowered his voice.

"Do you still need to say that?" The young boss always rubbed his eye sockets habitually.

Ren Ange thought to himself, is this person really here to help us?

"Chen Liang—An Ge—are you in there?" It was He Qiufeng's voice;

Ren Ange swallowed, staring at the closed door.

Qiu Chenliang made a "shh" gesture to them.

"Is the painting fan in there? I can't find him!" He Qiufeng's voice continued. "Open the door—"

"It's so dark outside, it's too dangerous! Let me in quickly—"

She continued babbling outside, the more she spoke, the more strange her voice became, and in the end she couldn't get an answer. The voice made a strange "giggle" laugh like crazy, and Ren Ange got goose bumps all over her body when she heard it.

After a long time, the strange sound finally disappeared.

Before Ren Ange breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly saw the face outside the window, with a ferocious face, staring at him fiercely, so scared that he was caught off guard, screamed, and stuck to Qiu Chenliang's body.

The young boss seemed to be frightened by his cry, trembling, and immediately ran over to close the curtains.

It's not over yet.

There was a rustling sound outside the door, and several people stared at the door closely, seeing something like a flat piece of colored paper slipping in through the crack of the door.

Ren Ange recognized the paper figurine almost immediately, took out the only bottle of mineral water left from his backpack and poured it on the paper figurine with two arms that had just gotten in, and complained, "Boss, why is the gap in your door so big?" ah?"

The young boss pressed the slightly twitched eyebrows and retorted: "This is not my house!"

As soon as the arms of the paper figurine touched the water, they immediately became wet and stuck to the ground sticky.

"Boss, this is your family's paper doll." Qiu Chenliang paid attention to the movement next to him.

"Eh..." The young boss adjusted his glasses again, "First of all, let me stress it again, it's not from my family! Secondly, this paper figurine was obviously manipulated by that sorceress, you must have caused her some trouble. Moreover, it seems that you brought the danger to me!"

Qiu Chenliang rubbed the corners of his eyes and changed the subject.

"Do you have water here? We can sprinkle more water on the seams, so that those paper figures can't get in for a while."

The young boss turned around and went to a cubicle, "Yes, I'll get it."

When he brought the water over, several people sprinkled water on the cracks in the doors and windows and wherever there were cracks.

"You can't stay here all night, can you?" The young boss said with a sigh of relief.

"Maybe." Qiu Chenliang said, "After all, paper dolls don't need to sleep."

"I don't care..." The boss stretched his arms, "I'm going to sleep first."

"Hey - don't you have any extra beds here?" Qiu Chenliang called to stop him.

"No more..." The boss yawned, "Your thinking is too beautiful——"

"You can just make a few chairs together, there are really no beds—"

"Thank you." Qiu Chenliang thanked.

The boss waved his hand.

Ren Ange filled two buckets of water with him, and sprinkled more water on the side where the corner of the paper figurine was exposed.

Looks like I won't be able to sleep tonight.

"Are you sleepy?" Ren Ange asked.

"Not sleepy, how about you?"

Ren Ange didn't feel sleepy at this moment, shook his head, and moved the chair beside him.

"Let's chat."

"Ah."

"Then tell me how you feel about me now?" Ren Ange asked bluntly.

Qiu Chenliang was silent for a while, and then said: "It's a very complicated feeling."

"Really?" Ren Ange leaned on his shoulder.

"You like me, right?"

Qiu Chenhao seemed to smile, and said in a low voice: "It's strange... Did you do something to me? Tell me honestly, the scars on my body are not worth it to you, right?"

"Do you believe it yourself?" Ren Ange raised his eyes slightly, "It has grown new flesh, how can I scratch it!"

"I was quite puzzled at first, but now that I've come to this place, I don't have any doubts anymore." Qiu Chenliang hesitated for a while, and still stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his shoulders.

Ren Ange felt for a moment that he had regained his memory, but he didn't.

"Aren't you afraid?" Ren Ange asked.

"Scared? Not really, it's just really weird."

"Those lines of words seem to have magical powers. I can think of them every day, and then I can see you every day, which makes me feel even more strange."

"I... have never felt this way about a boy before, how about you? You are also very strange, and suddenly you are very attached to me. "

Qiu Chenliang hugged his shoulders as if remembering suddenly, and shook him lightly, "What about you?"

Ren Ange wanted not to scare people, but was afraid of appearing insincere, so he struggled in his heart for a while, and said, "Actually, I liked you a long time ago...but I'm sorry, besides...I was before you, and I also I never liked boys."

"And the two of us seemed to be at odds before, what should I say."

"How can you like me if the two of us don't get along?" Qiu Chenliang narrowed his eyes.

"This... just like your scar, it's probably destined somewhere in the world." Ren Ange said without blushing, "This shows that we are really destined, we are a match made in heaven, then It's unbearable for us not to be together!"

Qiu Chenliang's ears seemed to be turning red, Ren Ange glanced at it, feeling extremely strange.

So this guy was so innocent before——