Qi Yao Inn

Qi Zao lay obediently in her palm, closed her eyes with great enjoyment, and let out a comfortable hum.Qianyue combed its fur and rubbed its horns, while observing the situation of its own boss, and asked Jiuyuan to watch the shop instead of her.

Peng Yu was actually a little sober when he was forcibly fed the medicine. Unfortunately, his mind was too heavy, and he couldn't open his eyes when he knew someone was touching him. It was not until the antipyretic medicine took effect slowly and the high fever temperature began to drop, that he finally picked up a little bit of it. consciousness.

He was sweating all over. When he woke up, he felt like he had just been fished out of the water. He stared blankly at the ceiling, not knowing where he was.

"Boss?" Qian Yue called him softly, "Are you awake? Do you feel better?"

Peng Yu was still in a daze, he didn't recognize who was talking to him for a while, he was stunned for a while, and then slowly turned his neck, his squinted eyes slowly opened: "...Why are you here?"

"The two of them came to us for help, so we came here quickly," Qianyue put the two little dragons who had been slapped to sleep by her pillow, "why didn't you call us if they didn't feel well? What if you get sicker?"

"...I didn't expect to have a fever." Peng Yu's voice was still hoarse, and his voice was a little weak. He smiled at the other party very apologetically, "I made you worry."

Qianyue suddenly felt a little embarrassed—it is common to see someone smiling maliciously, with a sly look from the corners of the eyes to the tip of the brow, but now that aura is covered by sickness, inexplicably making people feel that this person is actually not Not so dodgy, maybe even a little flimsy.

It is rare for her to look at a quiet Boss Peng for a long time. Now, she has to admit that this man's appearance has indeed reached the level of bragging. No matter which angle you look at, you can't find any flaws. Because of the illness, his face was paler, his eyebrows and eyes were darker, and his forehead was a little wet—like a freshly finished ink painting.

Qian Yue hurriedly lowered his eyes: "Do you want to test your body temperature?"

The sick Boss Peng seemed to be very obedient, and obediently clamped the thermometer for 5 minutes. Qian Yue said after reading it: "I still have a fever, should I continue to sleep, or get up and eat something?"

Peng Yu didn't have any appetite, but he couldn't sleep any more, so he simply got up and walked to the bathroom - this guy was quite brave, he knew that his steps were false and he insisted on walking by himself, if Qianyue didn't help him in time, he would definitely kill himself His face fell to the floor.

Peng Yu flashed into the bathroom disheveledly, at least he washed himself clean, he became more energetic, and as if he had exhausted the energy he had accumulated, he fell into the chair with limp hands and feet, and gasped and said, "Go do it!" It's yours, I'm fine."

Qian Yue was still worried: "Do you want to take some other medicine? What if the fever flares up again?"

"No need, I don't have a cold," Peng Yu said helplessly, "If I feel any more uncomfortable, I'll call you, you go, don't worry about me."

"...Okay then," Qian Yue had to compromise, "By the way, I made porridge in the morning and brought it to you. If you want to drink, you can drink some."

Seeing that she was so persistent, Peng Yu couldn't refuse anymore, so he nodded, saying that it was really his employees who knew how to take care of her, so they did not hesitate to give her a raise.

Qian Yue brought him a bowl of millet porridge. Peng Yu held the bowl with one hand and admired the patterns on it first. That's the way things are, he must not be able to make do with "eating", he doesn't want to eat with a bowl he doesn't like every day.

At that time, Peng Yu directly called him too picky, and argued with him repeatedly that "vulgarity is elegance" failed, so he obediently bought this set of bowls according to the other party's preferences.

But now his expression is a bit complicated, sitting by the window and unconsciously stirring the porridge with a spoon, thinking that their dragon is really poisonous, everyone has run away, and there is still a lingering thought in his mind.

There is sugar in the porridge, which has a faint sweet taste. Peng Yu drank it slowly and finished it without paying attention. He was about to put down the bowl when he suddenly saw a piece of paper under Xiaolong's snack box on the small round table. Only one corner was exposed. When I picked it up, I saw that it said: "Remember to feed the dragon."

He thought Li Yize wrote something to comfort him, but when he saw these four words, the corners of his mouth twitched, he was very disappointed, and immediately got up and wandered back to the bedroom, and found that the two little dragons had woken up and were licking each other, so he grabbed them one by one. Get up and go outside to feed.

The living room is well lit, the windows are almost floor-to-ceiling, and there is a round wooden table for drinking tea by the window. Peng Yu will come and sit when he has nothing to do. It is very comfortable to bask in the sun when the weather is not hot.

The temperature has risen in the past few days, but it is within an acceptable range. Peng Yu opened the upper window to let the wind blow in. He nestled in the armchair and lazily opened the snack box: "One for each person, don't Take too much."

The two little dragons took a look at him, flew to the edge of the box and stretched out their claws to dig in, probably taking care of the sick, but they didn't make any trouble, and even took the initiative to close the lid.

Peng Yu started to feel drowsy again with something in his stomach, his mind was still groggy, and he soon became confused.

In fact, it's not really a disease, it's just the unsuitability caused by the release of the contract. After taking anti-fever medicine once and resting for two days, he basically recovered.

However, his health is good, but his mood is not very good. The people in the inn obviously feel that the boss is not in a good mood, and the usual habit of getting up and eating breakfast on time is to throw it away, soaking in the attic all day long, I don't bother to hang around without important things.

Ever since Peng Yu recovered from his illness, he had the intention of letting go. Except for going to the kindergarten once a week to inspect the work, he hardly went there for the rest of the time. He just glanced at it scribbledly and said, "Just as long as you think there is no problem."

Regarding this, the staff of the inn were deeply worried, for fear that one day Peng Yu would really give up and no one would pay them wages. They asked him several times on the sidelines, but the other party was a little bit ignorant, and finally told them not to worry, it was the pizza skewer If the tower falls, his inn will not fall.

In fact, compared to this, Qian Yue is more worried about Peng Yu himself, because she found out that he didn't even wear a hearing aid after the proprietress left, and thus found a good reason to pretend to be deaf-he doesn't want to hear or is too lazy to care, then I can't hear at all, as if automatically adding a filter to the other ear, and only passing ideal information.

The days slipped away while he was "pretending to be deaf" day by day, and Li Yize still didn't come back, but it didn't mean that there was no news at all - the pattern on that ancient book was different every day, at first the dragon was on the cover, and after a few days In just a few days, I went from the cover to the first page, and the cover turned into a blank.

After a while, the dragon has entered the second page, and the mirage on the first page has closed its mouth, looking bruised and miserable.

By the time Long finally reached the last page, winter had already ushered in Xianzhou.

I don't know if it's Peng Yu's illusion, this winter seems to be extremely cold, and there is no dragon energy to keep out the cold, so he put on a coat and wrapped himself into a ball very rarely, and only lost a few coats until the heating was hot.

Kindergarten has already been on vacation, and the teachers have all gone home. Peng Yu doesn't have to go out at all, and can be as Li Yize said, "lazy as much as you want".

At this time, he was curled up on the sofa watching TV, holding a roasted sweet potato that Xu Bing had just bought from outside, probably too hot, and he kept tossing it between his hands.

He was wearing a black sweater, hugging a pillow in his arms, his fingertips were burning red, finally he gave up on "undressing" this piece of sweet potato, took a napkin as a pad, picked up a spoon and started digging to eat.

After he ate a mouthful, he fed the two little dragons one mouthful, and the scene was extremely harmonious.

Qian Yue stared at him from a distance, peeling chestnuts for Jiu Yuan, and said softly: "I always feel that he is thinner."

"It's not a feeling, it's a fact." Jiuyuan inspected the dragon eggs instead of Li Yize in front of the closet. After looking around, he found that there were no shells that were about to be broken. Then he walked back to Qianyue and directly took the plate of peeled chestnuts to his mouth. He fell back and said vaguely, "I have lost a lot of weight, but there are many clothes in winter, so it is not obvious for the time being."

"Poor," Miss Qianyue gave her sympathy without hesitation, "The proprietress has been away for half a year, why does it take you so long to cross the Heavenly Calamity?"

"The time in that book seems to be different from that of the outside world," Jiu Yuan said. "Heavenly Tribulation, Heavenly Tribulation, it may be according to the time of heaven, one day in the book, one year outside. And actually, for us dragons, even if it is true Half a year is not long, dragons live too long, half a year is but a flick of a finger."

Qian Yue was a little lost in the conversation, and after a long time suddenly raised his head: "If we didn't make a bond, wouldn't my life be too short for you?"

Jiu Yuan suddenly pursed his lips, took a deep look at her, and fell silent.

The two were chatting quietly here, but Peng Yu didn't notice them over there, and was still watching his TV intently, while the two little dragons took a few mouthfuls of sweet potatoes and didn't eat them, lying on the coffee table and pulling the girl from the sea market. Bought a bell to play with.

Peng Yu hollowed out the sweet potato with a spoon, looked at the remaining intact skin, and felt that his "work" was perfect, so he nodded and threw it into the trash can, washed his hands, and started to pick up the same potato he bought from Haishi. The comb combs the dragon's fur.

It gets dark early in winter, and Peng Yu goes to bed early with nothing to do. Before ten o'clock in the evening, he has finished washing, leaning on the bed and flipping open the book Zhu Li sent this year. The title is "How to Better Deal with Humans and Demons family relations".

The book contains two major cases handled by Peng Yu. Peng Yu originally wanted to read the works of this dedicated patriarch and learn about his ideological cultivation and awareness. Sleepy again.

He yawned and put the book aside, tilted his head and fell asleep directly against the head of the bed. The last mental activity in his heart before falling asleep was "Who cares about this kind of thing? I'm retired, so I won't serve you." .

The bedside lamp was on, but it was turned on very dimly, casting dim light and casting some small shadows on his face.The two little dragons were greedy for the warmth of his body, lay on his chest and followed his breathing, sleeping twistedly, the quilt was wet with saliva.

The room was very quiet, and this silence lasted for more than an hour, when it was suddenly broken by some strange sound—the ancient book on the bed began to shake slightly, and the pages collided with each other, making very slight noises.

Immediately afterwards, a white light gradually lit up from the book, gradually condensing into a somewhat peculiar dragon shape.