Why is the heartthrob protagonist like that?

Before, Ye Lan's thoughts and eyes were all on Wen An, and she didn't notice other people at all. Therefore, when she saw Wen Chuyi suddenly, she couldn't help being stunned for a moment. Although it was the first time they met, he felt very good to her Kind, so kind that it almost made her cry.

Ye Lan let go of Wen An's arm, and took a few steps towards Wen Chuyi, her eyes traced the young man's face inch by inch. This was originally an extremely rude thing, but Wen Chuyi didn't speak, and let her look at yourself.

Strange to say, the moment he saw her, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but this feeling was really vague, as if buried under a lot of time and memories, so that he would not be able to remember it for a while.

Ye Lan's eyes fell on a little red mole on the bridge of the nose of the young man, her eyelashes trembled, as if tears would come out of her eyes in the next second, she couldn't help muttering, "It's so similar, it's so similar..."

Wen Chu was not particularly surprised by her reaction, he knew that the original body was her child.

"Son, how old are you this year? Where do you live? But...do you still have relatives?"

Because of the huge emotional ups and downs in Ye Lan's heart, an abnormal blush appeared on her slightly pale cheeks, which made her look a little nervous. She approached Wen Chuyi. Even though she knew it was impolite, she couldn't help it Unable to take care of so much anymore, with a trembling voice, he asked the questions in his heart like a cannonball.

But the next moment, Ye Lan's approaching movement was stopped by someone, she raised her head slightly, frowned, "Xunyang?"

"Aunt Lan, you are not in good health, don't get excited," Wen Xunyang put down his hands, but his body was still blocked between the two, with gentle concern on his face, "I know what you mean, but Daoist Wen just arrived Cang Yu Sect, let people rest for a while, and then talk about it in detail later, okay?"

When Ye Lan heard what he said, her feverish mind also calmed down.That's right, she has seen dozens of people who are similar in appearance over the years. The similarity in appearance alone is nothing to say, but... this person is different.

"Sorry, I made Xiaoyou Wen laugh." Ye Lan took a few steps back and returned to her previous appearance, but if you look closely, you can find that the melancholy in those eyes has subconsciously disappeared a lot, and she showed a soft smile , "If you don't mind, you can also call me Aunt Lan."

"Aunt Lan." Wen Chuyi's words turned a corner, and he quickly glanced at Wen Xunyang, who was standing behind Ye Lan, without showing any strangeness on his face.

There was quite a lot of movement among the people, and their eyes fell on them either vaguely or straightforwardly, and whispers like mosquitoes sounded at the same time.

"Looking carefully, I actually think that he really looks somewhat similar to the door master and his wife."

"That's right, I said that the wife of the sect master will definitely be excited when she sees Fellow Daoist Wen." A female disciple nodded and responded in a low voice.

Suddenly a cold voice came from the side, "Why are you excited?"

The female disciple stared at the situation ahead, and heard that some disciples of the Cangyu Sect didn't know about this, and explained while complaining, "Oh, you don't even know this? Of course it's because of the child that Wen Daoyou and the wife of the sect owner lost many years ago." They look alike!"

"I see, thank you." This is a particularly provocative voice.

"Huh, huh?" Her peripheral vision suddenly caught a touch of snow and vermilion, by the way, who was talking to her just now, it should be a disciple of their sect...

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"Brother, I'll come back to find you later!" Wen An waved to Wen Chu, and then followed Ye Lan to leave.

Standing beside Wen Chuyi, Fu Jiuli saw him waving at Wen An in the same way, with his thick arms folded across his chest, and his delicate fair baby face nonchalantly, as if he asked casually, "You have a good time with this kid. "

Wen Chuyi withdrew his hand, his tone inexplicably proud, "Of course, he is my brother."

Cangyu Sect arranged for disciples to take them to the lodging place. Wen Chuyi and Fu Jiuli walked in front side by side, followed by Zhou Yuyue, Qu Zhushen and Yun Bixiao. For some reason, these people were too quiet along the way. Wen Chuyi couldn't help but look sideways at him.

Yun Bixiao and Qu Zhushen sandwiched Zhou Yuyue between the left and the right, looking like two flower protectors, but in fact, their eyes were vaguely on Wen who was chatting and laughing with Fu Jiuli. On the first day of junior high school.

Facing the pincer attack of these two people, Zhou Yuyue did not panic, her delicate face was indifferent, like an independent snow lotus flower, but those two lacquered eyes also fell on Wen Chuyi's body. Compared with the two Individuals with ulterior motives might as well let Fu Jiuli get close, at least the two of them are good brothers and won't have any undue feelings.

"This is Shuixie Terrace. You will live here for the next month. Please tell me what you need." The disciple in charge exchanged communication jade slips with Wen Chuyi and the others, and then led a brief introduction. left.

Walking out of the waterside terrace, he looked back and couldn't help rubbing his arms. The atmosphere between these few people was strange.

The waterside terrace is very big, more than enough to accommodate the five of them. Wen Chuyi chose a room on the second floor, and he could smell the sweet and rich peach fragrance without opening the window.

The plants planted in Cangyumen are very pragmatic, and Wen Chuyi appreciates them very much.

Putting the sleepy Xiaoju on the soft bed, he looked around, the bedding on the bed was clean and tidy, the teapot on the wooden table was steaming, and the place had been cleaned and tidied up before they arrived.

Wen Chuyi didn't care where the others chose. When he opened the window, he saw a plump pink peach, about the size of his fist. The Cangyu Sect disciple said that the fruit here can be picked and eaten at will. , then he is welcome!

Just when the fingertips were about to touch the peach, the peach tree suddenly trembled, and Wen Chuyi poked his head out for no apparent reason, trying to see what was going on.

"Fellow Daoist Wen." The window in the room on the left was wide open, and a young man in a vermilion brocade suit was lying on his stomach in a bewitching manner. He took a bite of the peach in his hand, and greeted Wen Chuyi lazily. .

"What a coincidence, Wen Chuyi." On the right, the young man in black and gold is leaning on the window sill, his face is still pale, his red lips are curled up, he is playing with a peach in his hand, his eyes are fixed on him, his voice is still the same Ambiguous, especially when pronouncing his name.

"..." Wen Chuyi stood on the spot, glanced left and right, and then looked away inexplicably. Just as he was about to say something, the peach branches above his head made a rustling sound, and then the peach branches below also began to tremble. It looks like a peach tree that has the misfortune of having Parkinson's.

"Senior brother, the peaches on the top receive more sunlight and are sweeter than those on the bottom. Shall I pick one for you?" The boy in snow clothes stood at the window carved with wooden lacquer and looked down. The sun just fell from his head, as if A layer of gold was plated for him, as if a god had descended.

"Oh, good." Wen Chuyi was caught off guard by the beauty attack. Although he was not as beautiful as Ah Shui, he was still amazed by Zhou Yuyue at this moment. He was in a daze for a moment, and subconsciously agreed to his words.

"The peaches below are also very sweet! On the first day of the lunar new year, Ayue, I'll pick them and send them to you." Fu Jiuli let go of his hand and poked his head out to look up.

"Cough! Forget it, you don't need to be so troublesome." Fu Jiuli's voice brought Wen Chuyi back to his senses, and he quickly refused, "I'll just do it myself." After speaking, he quickly picked off the peach in front of him and closed the window.

"...What's the situation with these people?" Wen Chu muttered in a low voice, wiped the peaches, took a bite, and the sweet and plump juice immediately filled his mouth, his eyes lit up, and he didn't worry about those few people. Personal abnormal behavior, thinking about these, it is better to eat two more peaches.

"Meow——" Xiaoju's pink and tender nose moved, her fluffy paws suddenly stretched above her head, and her hind legs straightened back. From Wen Chuyi's perspective, she looked like a Jinhua ham.

The round pupils as green as lake water slowly opened, the cute hairy head turned left and right, and finally locked onto the peach in Wen Chuyi's hand. The next moment, the bucket-like body jumped and landed firmly on the ground with unmatched flexibility. Wen Chuyi's legs.

Well, Wen Chuyi felt the weight on his legs. Not surprisingly, there should be four more plum blossom marks on his thighs.

He speeded up the speed of gnawing the peaches expressionlessly, and when the Maopao clawed at his hand, there happened to be only one peach pit left. He squeezed the cleanly gnawed peach pit, and generously poked it in front of Xiaoju, "Here, for you."

Xiaoju looked away in disgust, and slapped away the hand that was getting more and more excessive, "Meow meow!"

You actually eat alone and don't call yourself a master, you have changed!

Hearing this series of passionate meows, Wen Chuyi calmly raised his hand and pointed back, "Outside, do you want to eat? If you want to eat, please lie down quickly and let me hehehe." No more face-washing cat suckers.

"Meow meow!"

What responded to Wen Chuyi was a bright plum blossom mark on his cheek, a circular hole in the window behind him, and a soft meow that remained in the air.

Grandpa is such a meow!Lord is self-reliant!

The movement of Xiaoju breaking through the window was not small, and it immediately attracted the attention of several other people. He looked up, and before he got up, he saw a touch of orange jumping repeatedly on the peach tree very quickly. In the blink of an eye, All the peaches hanging on the tree disappeared.

Some peaches were bigger than Xiaoju's face, but they all went into its stomach.

When Zhou Yuyue upstairs saw this scene, she didn't know what she was thinking with her drooping eyes, but Fu Jiuli below saw something, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she looked at Xiaoju in amazement, as if she was seeing it for the first time.

The wind swept away all the peaches, leaving none left, and achieved a real plucking, and then when the fat cat went back from the hole, it got stuck without accident.

It hiccupped a little, licked the peach juice around its mouth with its small tongue, looked down at its round body, then looked up at Wen Chuyi again, and meowed at him without guilt, the chubby Struggling, "Meow meow."

What are you doing in a daze, come quickly and help me.

The corner of Wen Chuyi's mouth twitched. Although he couldn't understand what it was saying, he could tell from its movements that he wanted to go and help it.

He stood up and walked to the window, holding the window with one hand, and tried to pull the fat orange in with the other. Good guy, he didn't move at all, "...how much did you eat?"

There is no way, Wen Chuyi can only break the hole in the window to make it bigger, his heart gradually feels like a shark, his hands start to itch, and he broke the window of his house on the first day he just came to Cangyumen, this prodigal cat!

"Meow meow meow." With Wen Chuyi's help, Xiaoju narrowed her eyes serenely, maintaining the posture of drilling a hole, her front paws were spread apart on both sides, her obscene aura was fully revealed, and there was a trace of satisfaction in her eyes. Porcelain did not make a mistake.

The first time Wen Chu caught a glimpse of it, he felt indescribable. He didn't understand why such a delicate and lovely cat would grow up to have such... such a greasy look?

When the orange cat was liberated, Wen An's voice sounded from downstairs, "Brother! Come down quickly, and now I'll show you around the island."

Because he didn't know where Wen Chuyi lived, he simply called for someone downstairs.

"Here we come!" Wen Chuyi held Xiaoju in his arms who insisted on following him, and when he went out, he happened to meet Qu Zhushen and Yun Bixiao who lived on both sides of him. He closed the door and calmly walked towards the stairs go.

"Senior Brother," the snow-clothed boy came down the stairs, right next to Wen Chuyi, Wu Lingling glanced at the orange cat circled into a ball, and said in a low voice, "The movement just now was made by Xiaoju of?"

"Ahaha, I'm sorry to bother you." Thinking of the bare peach tree in front of the window, Wen Chuyi laughed a few times guiltily to cover up the embarrassment of adults, and couldn't help shaking the orange pig with his hand, This nasty stinky cat!

"No," Zhou Yuyue shook her head, implying something, "It's just that Xiaoju has a lot of differences, so brother should be more careful."

Wen Chu paused for a moment, and looked at Fat Orange who squinted his eyes lazily. The younger brother was right. Although it looked like an ordinary fat cat, it did have many strange things. Xiaoju had never He has never shown any abnormality in front of others, and he has been free to raise Xiaoju freely. Fortunately, there are not many people here...

Facing Zhou Yuyue's reminder, Wen Chuyi sincerely thanked him, "Thank you, Junior Brother."

Zhou Yuyue's eyes silently fell on the young man who unconsciously showed closeness to him, and the corners of her crimson lips evoked a faint smile, but her voice was still cold, even with a hint of disappointment, "Senior brother, there is something between us Do you still need such politeness?"

"No no!"

"Hmm..." The jade fan lightly tapped on her cheeks, Yun Bixiao looked at the two people who were getting closer and closer in front of her, her long and narrow fox eyes slightly narrowed, and a gleam of interest flashed in her eyes.

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Fu Jiuli: I'm still not your number one best brother!

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