The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

On the way Lou Yan and Lou Jin returned to Lou's house, Fu Zhenhong and Wu Song also walked towards the small house.

Wu Song didn't know where his eldest brother and Pan Jinlian lived in Bianjing. At this moment, Pan Jinlian was leading the way, and he followed Pan Jinlian's footsteps.

Although Wu Song's attitude when he was about to take Pan Jinlian away in front of the two brothers of the Lou family was very straightforward and cold, but now, he and Pan Jinlian are relatively silent when they walk together.

Or to be more precise, he was silent, entangled in some things, and didn't know how to speak.As for Pan Jinlian, the other party's attitude was always casual.

The two walked side by side, an arm's length apart from each other.Wu Song glanced at the man beside him out of the corner of his eye, wanting to say something, but his lips moved twice, but nothing came out in the end.

An atmosphere of silence lingered between the two.

Wu Song's hand hanging by his side tightened, then loosened, and then tightened again. After going back and forth several times, it seemed that he had completed his psychological construction.Wu Song knew very well that if he didn't take the initiative to speak now, the man next to him, his nominal sister-in-law, would definitely not break the silent atmosphere.

After thinking about it, Wu Song finally chose the most suitable topic, and said, "Brother, is he alright?"

Fu Zhenhong said, "Very good." Fu Zhenhong replied briefly, and her tone was not lukewarm, making it impossible for people to hear unnecessary information from his voice.

Wu Song was silent for a moment when he heard the words, and then continued: "I heard that you have opened a medicine shop."

Fu Zhenhong hummed, which was a response.

The mask had been put back on his face, and Wu Song couldn't see Fu Zhenhong's expression at this time.

At this time, some passers-by looked at Fu Zhenhong and Wu Song, and began to whisper: "These two..."

Wu Song didn't hear the words clearly, because the speaker put his voice very softly.

However, although he didn't hear the words clearly, Wu Song reacted suddenly when he looked at him and Pan Jinlian. His outer shirt was still on Pan Jinlian's body.

Thinking of this, Wu Song couldn't help looking at the man beside him from the corner of his eye.

The other party's thin and tall body was completely covered by his outer shirt.Such a scene suddenly gave Wu Song a very absurd illusion for a moment, as if Pan Jinlian was being held in his arms.

Thinking of Pan Jinlian wearing her clothes.The aura on her clothes blended with the aura on Pan Jinlian's body.The moisture on the opponent's body will gradually condense onto his clothes.

Wu Song's heartbeat suddenly began to speed up, and a feeling of shame and secret joy gradually reverberated in his mind.

Wu Song's ears began to feel hot, and even his thoughts began to become restless.In order to cover up the emotion he shouldn't have, he stretched out his hand, clenched his fist and coughed lightly on his lips, trying to find a topic to distract him.

However, Wu Song found that he, who is usually quite talkative, couldn't think of a more suitable topic at this moment.

It was also at this time that Wu Song deeply realized that there was no relationship between him and Pan Jinlian except for his elder brother Wu Zhi as a bond.

As for the topic of big brother, he has already mentioned it.

In the end, Wu Song chose to remain silent.

Silently followed Pan Jinlian, walked through the streets and alleys, and came to the small house that Pan Jinlian and her eldest brother rented in Bianjing.

The small house is not big, but it has all internal organs.

Wu Song also saw a swing, and he immediately recognized that it was built by his eldest brother himself.Before Pan Jinlian appeared, no one knew better than him that the elder brother was superb in this aspect and in cooking.

The flowers in the courtyard are blooming beautifully, and there is a delicate fragrance in the tender green grass.

Wu Song could feel that the elder brother and Pan Jinlian lived happily and warmly in this small house.Although he is the eldest brother's younger brother, since the eldest brother and Pan Jinlian got married, they are a family.

Right now, he is following Pan Jinlian, more like a visiting guest.

Wu Song couldn't tell what kind of feeling he was feeling in his heart at this moment, some were slightly sour, some were sad that the current events had changed, and there was also a trace of inexplicable regret.

As for why the sourness and regret arise, Wu Song himself can't explain.

At this time, the maidservant had already gone to boil hot water. After Fu Zhenhong handed Wu Song the coat she was wearing, she asked the servant to lead Wu Song to the living room to sit first.

There are only four maids and servants in the small house, two women and two men, chosen by Wu Zhi.Wu Song was sitting on the wooden chair in the living room, holding a cup of tea in his hand, but he didn't drink it, but quietly looked at the reflection in the cup with his dark eyes slightly lowered.

He was thinking about his elder brother and Pan Jinlian, or more precisely, about Pan Jinlian.It wasn't his illusion, this reunion, he obviously felt that Pan Jinlian's attitude towards him had changed.

It's like the calm after the interest is gone.

If it was said that when he was in Qinghe County before, Wu Song could feel some kind of unsteady factor from Pan Jinlian's body. This kind of factor was like the most deceptive flower, and the fragrance from it permeated his nerves.

So now, Pan Jinlian seems to have kicked him out of the category of interest, and her attitude towards him is indifferent, as if he is no different from others, without the kind of inseparable affection, and there is no ambiguity at all.

After realizing this, Wu Song breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a more sour emotion.

It stands to reason that he should be happy, but at this moment, his mood is inexplicably not good.It was as if a tiny thorn was stuck in the throat, and it couldn't go up or down.

Wu Song sighed imperceptibly, and then drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

In fact, at this moment, Wu Song should actually leave.

But for some reason, he stayed on.

When the eldest brother comes back here, we will have dinner together.

Wu Song said this to himself in his heart.

As for whether there are other thoughts behind this reason, Wu Song does not want to think about it.

Not long after, Fu Zhenhong finished her bath and changed into clean clothes.His hair was not dry yet, at this moment, he was lying sideways on the soft couch, letting the cute little servant girl with a round face kneel on the soft couch to wipe his hair.

Fu Zhenhong asked slowly, "Has he left yet?"

It is self-evident who he is referring to.

After all, in this house, there is only one guest, Wu Song, who is staying in the main hall.

The maid has just turned 15 years old, her nickname is Xiuxiu, she is young but very clever.Hearing Fu Zhenhong's words, she kept wiping her hands, and answered Fu Zhenhong obediently: "Still in the hall."

Fu Zhenhong hummed, and then said, "I should add an extra set of bowls and chopsticks tonight."

Xiuxiu heard the words, thinking of the similar facial features of the man and the master, she couldn't hold back her curiosity in the end, and asked aloud: "My lord, are the guests in the hall and the master brothers?"

Fu Zhenhong replied: "He is Wu Zhi's younger brother."

Xiuxiu smiled lightly: "No wonder it looks a bit like it." After finishing the sentence, she added: "But I think the master looks better." This is not because Xiuxiu is flattering.She really felt that her master was better looking.

The one in the living room has tougher facial features and a very upright handsome look.But her master has fairer skin and a more handsome face. The most important point is that, like the young master, he has a mysterious aura about him.

At first glance, it will leave a very deep impression on people.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyes, "You are really good at talking."

Xiuxiu smiled lightly, and said directly and purely: "The sweeter the mouth, the more you can please the young master."

While Fu Zhenhong and Xiuxiu were talking, Wu Song, who was in the main hall, was already drinking a cup of tea.When the servant was about to fill Wu Song's fourth cup, Wu Song raised his hand to stop it.

He glanced at the sky outside, estimated the time, and said, "I'm going for a stroll." After saying that, he stood up, left the living room, and turned towards the swing that he saw in the small garden when he came in. go.

He walked to the swing, touched the rope on the swing with his hands, and unconsciously recalled in his mind the swing that his elder brother built for him when he was very young.

Now, more than ten years later, the elder brother has married and started a business. The elder brother who once built the swing for him built it for his sister-in-law.Wu Song lowered his eyes and pursed his lips lightly.

At this moment, Wu Song didn't know whether he was feeling sad that his elder brother was getting farther and farther away from him, or regretting the sense of loss caused by Pan Jinlian.

Wu Song had a premonition that the relationship between him and his eldest brother would become weaker and weaker, as if the relationship between the two of them would be completely flat in the end, which would be the best ending between them.

Wu Song shook his head gently to get rid of this weird thought in his mind.He glanced at the swing, then moved his steps, wanting to sit on the swing like he did when he was a child.

However, at this moment, a pleasant male voice sounded unhurriedly behind him: "No way."

This voice is extremely pleasant, like the evening wind blowing in the mountains in the dark night, there is an intoxicating laziness in the clearness.

Wu Song turned his head and looked at Pan Jinlian, who had changed her clothes, walking towards him.

After Fu Zhenhong walked in front of Wu Song, she took a look at the swing, and repeated what she had just said: "No, this swing."

Fu Zhenhong's tone was casual, as if he was talking casually, but his eyes told Wu Song that Wu Song couldn't sit on this swing, it belonged only to him.

Wu Song paused for a moment, and withdrew his hand from touching the swing.

Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong smiled lightly, walked to the swing and sat down: "Calculate the time, Wu Zhi should be back soon, you brothers should have a lot to say."

Wu Song didn't know how to answer, so he hummed in a low voice.

Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong looked at Wu Song who was standing by the swing, his eyes fell on Wu Song's profile, and he said something unclear, "You and Wu Zhi look more alike from the profile than from the front. .”

Wu Song frowned slightly, and before he had time to think about the deep meaning of Pan Jinlian's words, the other party had already skipped the topic and said instead: "Come on, push this swing for me from behind. "

Wu Song looked at the man who was speaking, with deep sword eyebrows and complex emotions in his eyes.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids: "Why?" He asked, "Don't want to?"

Wu Song did not speak.

It's not so much unwillingness as it is inappropriate.

but……

Wu Song took a step forward and walked diagonally behind.

He didn't want to say no.