[Old Nine Gates] This life is leisurely

Xie Jiuye came with Wen Yu, and when Wen Yu was treating the Buddha, he sat quietly in the side hall and meditated. (Shizhi: Open a new map of Foye’s house*^_^*Scattering Flowers)

There was a faint cloudy curvature on his face, like a firm mask, firmly branded on Xie Jiuye's face, no matter when and where, he always had this flawless expression.But unexpectedly, when he came to Foye's house today, he didn't ask for a pot of tea as usual, but instead asked for a cup of coffee, black coffee.

Zhang Qishan seems to be very modern, and the decoration of his home is filled with a strong foreign style, but inside he is old-fashioned, he reads translations of ancient Chinese, drinks Maojian Longjing, and eats authentic Hunan cuisine.Maybe it's his origin, the brand of his family, engraved in his bones, even he himself didn't realize these seemingly inconspicuous little habits.

However, the Zhang family has coffee, and there are always some guests who come to the door who are too fond of Western-style life. They always feel that having a cup of coffee makes them look very fashionable, but they don't know that this is a kind of sadness that oozes blood.

Master Jiu was not used to drinking coffee at first, but he got used to it after drinking thousands of cups, but that was a long time ago, and he never tasted a cup after returning to China.

The mellow coffee gently flows over Jiu Ye's taste buds, leaving a tangy aroma on the tip of the nose, erasing the faint tiredness on the brows, but leaving only a strong bitterness on the tongue, which is a kind of The astringency at the corner of the mouth is the astringency that can be bitter to the heart.

"Buddha, I have something to discuss with you." When Zhang Qishan came in, this poetic picture came into view, a person leaning lightly on the sofa, the sunlight outside the window dimly gathered on his clear face, Holding a cup of steaming coffee.

The kung fu on Xie Jiu's face has become more and more proficient, the corner of Zhang Qishan's mouth curled into a shallow arc, and now Xie Jiu is quite "not surprised, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; going and staying unintentionally, wandering in the sky" Yun Juan Yun Shu." The essence of this couplet.

"About Wen Yu?" Zhang Qishan narrowed his eyes slowly, and a slight coldness gradually emerged in the dark and narrow eyes.

"Let her go to see the second master, the second master needs a reason to survive now." Not long after entering Zhang's mansion, Xie Jiuye learned about the situation of Zhang Qishan and the second master from the adjutant Zhang.However, what Wen Yu didn't expect was that Wen Yu knew medicine, and it was Western medicine.

"Second Master's injury is not serious." Zhang Qishan's striding steps paused almost invisibly in mid-air, and then calmly said as if nothing had happened.

"Buddha is joking," Xie Jiuye took a sip of his coffee, then smiled and said, "Second Master's illness is not in his body, but in his heart. There may be many secondary medicines that can cure physical illnesses, but the medicine for the heart can only be cured." This one." At the end, he looked up at Zhang Qishan again, like the spring breeze in March, gentle and comfortable.

Zhang Qishan's supple, white and long fingers moved slightly, opened his lips but remained silent, and after a while, he said in a low and gentle voice: "But she is not a girl after all." And Adjutant Zhang, how perfect is Adjutant Zhang liking Wen Yu The one thing that kills two birds with one stone.

"As long as Wen Yu is willing to become a girl, what's the matter?" Xie Jiuye hid the sparkle in his eyes, and watched Buddha quietly with calm and soft eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly became stiff, and the air was filled with the silent confrontation between two people.

Sure enough, it was the Buddha who bowed down first.The reason is simple, the second master is more important than Wen Yu, and the overall situation is more important than the adjutant.

Zhang Qishan frowned, his gaze became extremely cold, as cold as millennium frost, he glanced at Jiu Ye's face as bright as white jade soaked in water, and said coldly: "It's a pity that Wen Yu trusts you." And worship.

However, there is no difference between my actions and Lao Jiu's actions, it's just that the protagonists chosen by the two parties are different.Zhang Qishan closed his eyes, in order to let the second master get out of the shadow of the girl, he had to apologize to the adjutant... and Wen Yu.

After Master Jiu left, Zhang Qishan sat in the study alone for a long time without saying a word.

"Adjutant, go and call Lao Ba." Zhang Qishan slightly opened his eyelids, but the depths of his eyes were cold and deep.

The adjutant always felt that something was quietly changing about the Buddha after meeting the ninth master, and even his attitude towards the eighth master had changed subtly. Although it was not bad, there was a faint sense of uneasiness.I thought so in my heart, but Adjutant Zhang still responded habitually: "Yes, Lord Buddha."

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"Buddha, can you let the old man live in peace, I just came out of the tomb, and I haven't rested for a while." Before Qi Tiezui arrived, the words full of his personal characteristics had already slipped through the crack of the study door into Zhang Qishan's ears.

But this seemingly cowardly and complaining rant was a good way to resolve Zhang Qishan's gloomy mood at the moment, "Why, I can't invite Ba Ye?" Zhang Qishan raised his brows and asked unhurriedly, but A sense of oppression without anger and prestige.

"How can there be?" Qi Tiezui smiled slightly, showing his cute little canine teeth, begging for mercy: "No, as soon as the Buddha called me, did I come?"

"I called you here for a serious business." Zhang Qishan frowned, looked at Ba Ye seriously and said.

When did you ask me to come here for something serious, Qi Tiezui complained in his heart, but his face was still smiling like a treasure: "What's the matter, my old eight will definitely go through fire and water, and I will not hesitate." Even if I don't If you agree, you will also force me to agree with a gun. It must be a tricky thing like going to the mine.

But this time Qi Tiezui was wrong, "I called you here because I want you to bring a doctor to the second master's house." Zhang Qishan smiled slightly, his voice containing a trace of teasing in Qi Tiezui's ear edge rings.

"It's easy to talk about." Qi Tiezui patted his chest, and said with curved eyebrows: "This matter is on me." The Buddha finally picked a good job for me this time.

"That's what you said." Hearing Foye's tone, Qi Tiezui suddenly felt that he... spoke too early.

He raised his neck with difficulty and looked at Buddha, with vague hope in his eyes, but the ruthless reality broke his expectation. As expected, Buddha's next sentence was, "Old Ba, you bring Wen Yu Let's go to Second Master's house."

Knowing that Master Buddha had nothing good to do with me, Qi Tiezui curled his lips in disdain, put on a distressed expression, and said aggrievedly: "Master Buddha, aren't you embarrassing me? Wen Yu and I will fight as soon as we meet. , let’s talk..." As he said that, Qi Tiezui looked around secretly, and seeing no one, he continued: "How can the second master and Wen Yu meet? Don't tell me, Lord Buddha, you want to..."

After speaking, Qi Tiezui was silenced by Zhang Qishan's cold eyes, but his wide-eyed eyes and unconsciously opened mouth were clearly expressing the master's astonishment, and the interrupted words .

"Oh, Lord Buddha, this is impossible." Qi Tiezui flattened his mouth, shrunk his body slightly taller than Lord Buddha, and looked like a little daughter-in-law, "Isn't this killing me?"

"Old Ba, are you going?" Zhang Qishan approached the fortune teller, straightened his blue scarf, and smiled very softly.

Why is Buddha smiling so dangerously? Qi Tiezui wrinkled his bun face, and replied intermittently: "Buddha, I'll go, I'll go, isn't it okay?" Zhang Qishan, a bastard, will push difficult things to me , Qi Baye didn't have the guts to refuse Zhang Qishan, so he could only curse in his heart and live his addiction.

"Adjutant, take him to find Miss." Zhang Qishan withdrew his hand on Qi Tiezui's shoulder, and ordered to Adjutant Zhang who was waiting quietly.

Adjutant Zhang has been wandering since the beginning, but the habit of many years has long been fused into his bones, becoming an instinct, and subconsciously replied yes.

It's just that when he left with Ba Ye, he felt a little sour in his heart, but his eyes were filled with the sky and the extremely dark night sky after the fireworks cleared was still so calm and unwavering.

The eighth master Qi who turned his back didn't look like the little coward just now, he pushed his tortoiseshell round eyes quite proudly, the Buddha is finally happy, thanks to my exquisite seven orifices However, the sharp-minded Zhuer was immersed in his own emotions and did not notice what was on Adjutant Zhang's mind.

It can only be said that a wise man has a lot of worries, and there is bound to be a mistake.

The author has something to say: business:

There is nothing new about yesterday, the author fell asleep in the code, so I sent it in the morning, sorry.

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And today the author thought about it a little bit. What I wrote is probably from Wen Yu's perspective, with some small perspectives of others mixed in between.

Among them, Jiuye, Buddha, adjutant, and Erye, I didn’t write much about the scenes where they don’t have Wen Yu. If there is a request, I will write, but I may not be able to write very well, because my plot revolves around Wen Yu. So sometimes you may feel that Wen Yu has something to do with many men, but I think that a person will meet many male characters in his life, and each of them plays a different role.

→_→In fact, the author's life experience is relatively monotonous, and the people he meets are all classmates, so he lacks the confidence to say this. →_→ But this is my idea, because the author finds that he writes a little bit of female characters, although the old nine doors do not have a few female characters, but this will make Wen Yu look a bit like a Mary Su.

Even now, I still don't think Wen Yu is Mary Su.

To sum it up briefly, I think that in my book, Wen Yu is the absolute protagonist, and everyone else, including the hero, are supporting roles in Wen Yu's life. What I wrote is probably Wen Yu's experience.