After being bound by the eating and broadcasting system, I became a heartthrob

"Brother, didn't you sleep well last night? You look a little pale." Liu Dazhuang handed him the hot bean curd that was just served, and asked curiously at his expression.

Chu Yu took a sip, then shook his head, "Probably because he's a bit obsessed with the bed, and he's not used to sleeping."

After finishing speaking, he smiled and glanced at the person next to him who pretended not to know what was going on, reading a book with a biscuit in his mouth.

Liu Dazhuang didn't think much about it, he just smiled, "It's not good, the days like this will last a long time, I guess you can't get used to sleeping, how can you go on like this."

Chu Yu touched the back of her neck, feeling a little overwhelmed by his kindness, "Well, there probably won't be a next time."

Meng Zhenzhi looked up at him at this time, took a bite of the biscuits, and said very brazenly, "That's not necessarily the case."

After their eyes briefly met in tacit understanding, Chu Yu lowered his head expressionlessly and continued to drink bean curd.

Maybe because he sensed that the atmosphere was a bit stiff and awkward, Liu Dazhuang looked at Chu Yu, who was eating sullenly, and Meng Zhenzhi, who was reading a book, and suddenly had an idea.

Say something quickly to ease the atmosphere.

"By the way, have you heard? When I got up this morning, a buddy told me that he didn't sleep well all night. Guess what, I heard that there was a couple living next to him, and they were very noisy at night, hehehe."

He smiled obscenely, even a man could understand what he meant, but after finishing this sentence, he didn't get any response.

Chu Yu put down the bowl and wiped her mouth, "I'm full."

Meng Zhenzhi at the side finished the remaining pancakes in a few mouthfuls, turned his head and glanced sideways at the depressed Liu Dazhuang, and patted him on the shoulder, "Are you full? Let's go on the road when we are full. Don't talk about things that are not good enough." use."

"..."

Liu Dazhuang blinked blankly, watched Meng Zhenzhi catch up with Chu Yu and said something, Chu Yu's pace was faster, and he always felt a sense of being squeezed out.

Meng Zhenzhi caught up with Chu Yu and leaned over beside him, "What, are you angry?"

Chu Yu paused, turned his head and glanced at him, just about to say something, shut his mouth again, and ignored him.

Meng Zhenzhi sighed, it seemed that he was really angry.

"I didn't lie to you last night. I'm really afraid of bugs. If there are bugs in the place where I live next time, I won't bother you. I'll go to the innkeeper to change rooms. Don't be angry."

Chu Yu stopped, turned around suddenly, and looked at him.

Last night, in order not to disturb the rest of the people next door, he finally compromised and let Meng Zhenzhi sleep in his room overnight.

Meng Zhen looked at him sincerely, trying to express his sincerity with his expression.

Chu Yu looked at him for a while, then turned his face away, "Don't wake me up next time, and don't grab my quilt."

"Huh?" Meng Zhenzhi froze on the spot, watching Chu Yu go back to the room, and didn't realize what he said until the door was slammed shut.

This little prince.

Meng Zhenzhi was amused by him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but stand still.

A little too cute.

Standing in the room, Chu Yu flashed what Liu Dazhuang said just now, and then the roar of the elder brother who lived next door last night, and then thought of the letter to Meng Zhenzhi before.

It was a mess, and he slapped his face, trying to get it out of his mind.

There was an unclear bronze mirror in the room. He turned his face and looked at the blushing person in the mirror, silently saying sorry to Chu Rui.

The benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, honesty and shame taught by Brother Huang have all been forgotten, and he seems to have been taught badly.

Along the way to the north, Chu Yu calculated the time and found that it would take three full months to arrive. By the time they arrived in the north, it was already the time when the flowers were blooming.

They were on the road that day, and they happened to pass by a small town. Meng Zhenzhi had been to this place, and said that he might not be able to find a place to stay for the time being, so he stopped early at an inn in a small town to rest. .

As soon as Chu Yu settled in, after packing up her things, she remembered that she had nothing to ask Meng Zhenzhi before, so she turned to look for him in his room.

After knocking on the door for a long time, no one opened the door. It was not until someone who lived next to him poked his head out curiously that he had to give up and turned to look for Liu Dazhuang.

After knocking on the door a few times, a naked and strong man opened the door. It turned out that when Chu Yu came to look for him, he had just finished taking a shower and hadn't had time to change his clothes.

Seeing that Chu Yu turned his head away, he panicked. Maybe he didn't expect that Chu Yu would come to him on his own initiative. He thought it was Meng Zhenzhi, so he was more casual.

Before he could figure out the difference between Meng Zhenzhi and Chu Yu, he hurriedly changed his clothes and opened the door for Chu Yu, "Come in, come in."

Chu Yu walked in with some embarrassment, only to find that there was a wooden barrel in the corner of the room that had just been bathed, and dirty clothes were hung on the wooden barrel.

Liu Dazhuang hurriedly blocked the bathtub with his body, and asked stammeringly, "Brother, what can you do for me?"

Chu Yu felt a little guilty when he saw that he was interrupted to take a bath, so when he asked, he hurriedly said, "I have something to do with Meng Zhenzhi, do you know where he is?"

Seeing that he was looking for Meng Zhenzhi, Liu Dazhuang sighed. He didn't know whether it was luck or regret, and said casually, "Hi, so I'm looking for Brother Meng. If Brother Meng isn't in the room, he probably went to the tavern in the town. Are you looking for a drink?"

drink wine?

Chu Yu frowned, "Does he often drink too much?"

Liu Dazhuang stroked the damp hair on the back of his head, "We don't know what alcoholism means, but Brother Meng is good at it, and I haven't seen him drunk on weekdays, so he probably isn't an alcoholic."

It was only then that Chu Yu remembered that Meng Zhenzhi usually didn't carry anything with him, only a fan and a jug, and he also smelled faintly of alcohol.

Liu Dazhuang smiled, "Brother, if you are looking for him, you should wait for us to leave and talk to him on the way. He should come back very late at night. If you are bored, you can go downstairs to listen to books. When I open the room, the shopkeeper It is said that the most famous person in this inn is this storyteller, who is said to be No.1 in the town."

Chu Yu nodded, "That won't bother you."

He didn't intend to go down to listen to the book of mouth No.1, but it was still dark that night, and he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning in bed. The noise outside was so loud that he couldn't sleep, so he just got up and went downstairs to have a look.

The storyteller is indeed the No. 1 talker in the town, the first floor is already full of seats, some are people from the rivers and lakes passing by to join in the fun, and some are people who live in the town and come to listen to books.

Chu Yu was afraid that too many people would cause trouble, so she went downstairs wearing a bamboo hat. Fortunately, there was a mixed bag of good and bad people here. There were all kinds of people, and people like Chu Yu were not so conspicuous.

He randomly found a corner and sat down.

The storyteller knew that many people were waiting for him, but he was not in a hurry. He came late after Chu Yu had a bowl of tea, and sat on the stage specially set up for him with his legs straddled. An iron pot was placed, and after a while, someone had already lost a lot of copper coins in it.

Through the curtain, Chu Yu couldn't quite see the man's appearance clearly. He was probably a middle-aged man with two very thin mustaches. When he spoke, he turned up and down with a sense of joy. He was wearing a blue gown. He has the demeanor of a scholar.

Hearing only the sound of Xingmu, the man spoke, talking about the part where Zhuge Kongming beheaded Ma Di with tears and defeated the soldiers of Wei.

After only listening to it for a while, Chu Yu knew why he was called the No.1 mouth. The plot he had read in books before made it more vivid. Being introduced into the scene by him, he couldn't help but feel sad, and when he talked about the breaking of the Wei soldiers, he heard it heartily again, and they all applauded, and the copper coins fell into his iron pot like raindrops.

Even Chu Yu was fascinated by what he heard, and he came back to his senses when the crowd applauded, followed by applause, and he involuntarily took out a string of money from his pocket and threw it into his pot.

I don't know how long it took to listen, until nightfall, when many people went home, and the number of people in the hall gradually decreased, Chu Yu realized that it was time to go back to rest.

The sky outside was gloomy, as if there was going to be a heavy snowfall, and the chilly wind was blowing in from the open gate of the alley. Chu Yu still felt a little chill in his thick winter clothes.

He hadn't seen Meng Zhenzhi come back until this time, he looked out a few times worriedly, and then remembered that person's character, so he wouldn't be bullied, so he felt that his worries were unfounded.

When he came back to his senses, he was just about to get up and go back to his room to rest, when he realized that at some point, a boy was sitting not far from him.

If there is something worthy of Chu Yu's attention about this young man, it is unknown whether it is eye disease or some other reason. His eyes are covered with a white cloth, but from his smooth jawline and fair skin, it can be seen that he has an outstanding appearance.

There was a basket of flowers in front of him, but there were not many flowers in it, and he looked faintly depressed. Chu Yu guessed that he came to sell flowers when there were many people.

But it was wrong, he was not in a hurry to sell the remaining flowers, but sat in the corner, quietly listening to the storyteller, as if he didn't care whether the remaining flowers could be sold out.

Chu Yu thought it was interesting, so he didn't go back to his room to rest, and sat in his seat all the time, but this time he couldn't concentrate on listening to the storyteller, but couldn't help but observe the reaction of the young flower seller.

If Chu Yu hadn't seen him occasionally, he might not have noticed him even if he was the only one left, because he was so quiet, so quiet that he seemed to blend in with the white screen behind him.

When the storyteller finished and got up to pack his things and left, the rest of the people who persisted until the end also dispersed. The young flower seller got up and fumbled to put a flower in the money pot of the storyteller.

After putting down the flowers, he left without saying a word.

Chu Yu turned to look at the storyteller's reaction curiously. Who knew that although he had a mean face, he didn't say anything when he saw the flower. He snorted and stroked his mustache. He casually inserted the flowers into his waist, put away the pot and left humming a little tune.