Fuck you

"I'm going to take a bath, you can eat and go to sleep." Xinghe asked Aowen to bring him water when he went out, and leaned his back against the wall to listen to the movement in the room.

Mingyuegui picked up Xinghe's used chopsticks, adjusted the lotus leaf rice, poked it but couldn't find the reason, and sniffed it but couldn't find the reason.

Finally, he picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth.

"Fuck!" Then he cursed, and spit out the salty rice in his mouth on the lotus leaf, "You're playing with me!"

Holding the cup, Xinghe sneered, and went to take a bath with a satisfied face.

Mingyuegui opened the door violently: "Xinghe!!! Come out for me!!!"

Ao Wen weakly poked out half of his head from outside the wooden fence, and said in a resentful voice: "Youyang Lord went to take a bath."

Mingyuegui closed the door vigorously and walked around the room twice.

On the third lap, he stopped suddenly, laughed sinisterly, rolled up his sleeves and began to writhe in the room.

He didn't believe it anymore, there was nothing in Xinghe's room that he could laugh at.

Even a piece of unwashed obscene pants or a wrongly written word will do.

The head can be broken and the blood can be shed, but you can't lose face like this.

If someone pushes the door and comes in now, they will definitely think that a big mouse has entered the house of Mr. Youyang.

The big mouse Mingyuegui came out from under the bed flutteringly, shook the depression on his face, and jumped on the bed to look for it, flipped through the sheets, pillows, and quilts, and then jumped to the bookshelf to flip up, down, left, and right, back and forth.

No no no no nothing.

Ah, how can this person have no handle?

Mingyue Gui's waist was sore, and she finally flipped through the only remaining painting tube standing next to the desk that hadn't been turned over yet.

Nothing but some pictures and words.

Nothing ah ah ah!

Mingyue Gui sat down on the desk, staring at the bookshelf in an angry daze.

Why don't you even have any leftover socks?

How come there is not even a piece of waste paper with typos?

How can every brush tip be so clean, and every piece of paper so neat without a single burr?

He stared at the bookshelf for a long time, his eyes swept row by row, suddenly determined.

"Ouch."

Ming Yuegui jumped off the table and walked over quickly, her eyes stopped on the third row of bookshelves, and she opened a few books, revealing a square hidden compartment inside.

It looks like a hidden compartment embedded in the wall.

Ming Yuegui took a look at the door, guessing that Xinghe would be back soon, he quickly tapped on the hidden compartment, it was hollow and had no mechanism, so it shouldn't be something valuable.

Ming Yuegui gently pushed.

The cover of the dark compartment was turned up, revealing a small space inside.

There was only a piece of paper inside. The paper was crumpled and slightly yellowed, but it was neatly folded into a square.

Mingyuegui was suddenly a little excited.

love letter?

Practice cheats?

Tucao handwriting?

Enemy gauntlet?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

He took out the piece of paper and opened it, but it was broken in two, and the ink on it was blurred, as if it had been drenched by water.

But this is not the point, the point is that he actually knows the things painted on it, not only does he know it, but he is very familiar with it!

Mingyuegui almost lost her breath.

He wouldn't be surprised even if it was a little yellow book, but he couldn't believe that it was this one.

It was the picture of Junyan that Xinghe gave him and the family of three that he wrote. The crack separated Yu Ji on the other half of the paper, and Xiao Mingyuegui was even split into two.

Ming Yuegui's smile froze on her lips, this turned out to be the original painting.

If it wasn't for being too familiar with this painting, at first glance it would have been a mass of ink scribbled on it.

In his memory, the painting finally appeared in Shaoshang's hands, and he tore it in half in front of him.

He picked up the drawing paper carefully and smelled it, and after feeling for a long time, he folded it up and put it back in the dark compartment.There is no more energy to play around.

Xinghe lied, the painting given to him was not drawn by You Feng at all, but copied by himself.

Should have thought of it earlier!

Mingyue Gui couldn't describe his mood at all.After the rebirth, Xinghe was like a different person, everything he did for him was incredible, completely unlike Xinghe's style, and the Buddha's light shone like a bodhisattva.

I was afraid that he would be sad to see the original painting ruined like this, so I copied one.

Ming Yuegui lay down on the table and took out a brush. The white tip of the brush was not stained with ink. He knew that Xinghe could write very well, but he had never seen him draw. He didn't expect that he could draw so well.

Did you draw it with the brush in this pen holder?

He pushed the paperweight far away, and scribbled casually on the laid paper. There was no ink in the pen, so naturally he didn't write anything.

Mingyuegui didn't want to write anything, but just wanted to find something to do. His mind was in a mess. The former Youyang Lord and the current Xinghe seemed to have changed, but he didn't seem to have changed at all. It's just that my state of mind is really different.

Mingyuegui didn't want to think about it, he felt that even if he had any thoughts about Xinghe, he had to kill them as soon as possible when he was young, especially Xinghe had done so much for him, so there shouldn't be any mess thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Mingyue Guiyi threw the brush, "I'm not a pervert, why do I like men?"

When Xinghe pushed the door open, he probably didn't expect that Mingyue was still in the room, and he was stunned for two or three breaths before entering the room.

"Why are you still here?" He glanced into the room and raised his eyebrows, "Have you found out anything?"

Mingyue Gui didn't know what kind of incurable disease this person suffered from, and he was secretly carving soul jade and painting for him, almost wanting to convert him into a Bodhisattva, but in front of him, he insisted on getting angry I am happy only when I am out of breath.

If he was that big fool of Shaoshang, he would definitely be fooled by this poor acting.

"Am I that kind of person?" Ming Yuegui walked around from behind the table, pinched the edges of the lotus leaves together and held them in his hands, and deliberately bumped him with his shoulder when he walked up to Xing He, "I didn't kill you! "

"Let me teach you a lesson." Xinghe helped the door frame, "You'd better go to bed early, and go to Yangtian with me tomorrow to have a look."

Mingyuegui's room is next to Xinghe.He was not in a hurry to go back, and he was not very happy when he came back for the first time in so many years. The only thing he still missed was the night sky above the Nine Heavens.

The night fell very low, as if some god had accidentally knocked over a jewelry box, the moon and stars were scattered all over the place, Ming Yuegui stretched out his hand and made a grabbing movement, the stars were all over his fingers, as if he could only go up With a jump, you can fish out the moon and stars and hold them in your arms.

The night here is very quiet, and you are not afraid of being disturbed by grasshoppers and toads. The shark pearls in the Xinghe House emit a faint light, which is extraordinarily deserted through the snow-colored window paper.

The yard has been tidied up, and Mingyue Gui went around for a while. Actually, he didn't need to sleep at all, and he didn't feel sleepy at all. He kept thinking about what to do in the future, how to live incognito, and how to go to check Qian without a trace. Ink thing.