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

Soon, several big men surrounded Meng Zhenzhi, and attacked with a knife.

The people next to him couldn't help worrying about him. This young man seemed unable to carry his shoulders and hands. At this time, the provocation angered the group of people, and he didn't know if he could leave a whole body.

Chu Yu was not worried at all, he knew that these people with brute force would definitely not be able to beat him.

He turned around, picked up the boy who was knocked down, patted the dust off his body for him, picked up a few flowers that were still intact on the ground and put them into his basket.

Seeing that the young man didn't pay attention, he took out another ingot of broken silver and stuffed it under the flower calmly.

The man didn't notice Chu Yu's small movements. It was the first time he received such kindness. He stood there helplessly until his fingers touched the basket, as if he was getting an electric shock. He said in a difficult tone, "Thank you very much."

Standing in front of Chu Yu, that man was a little taller than him, but he was so adorable that Chu Yu's heart softened, "It's okay, be more careful next time."

The man hesitated for a moment, and when he heard the crackling sound of fighting, he asked hesitantly, "Are you all right?"

Chu Yu shook his head, thinking that the young man couldn't see it, and immediately said, "It's okay, that is my friend, he is good at beating."

The young man in front of him finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He reached into the basket and found two flowers. He grabbed Chu Yu's hand and carefully placed it in his palm.

Chu Yu looked curiously at the two fragrant white flowers in his hands that he couldn't name, and asked, "Is this for me?"

The man nodded and quickly explained, "For you and your friends."

Chu Yu couldn't help laughing, "Thank you."

The young man nodded hastily. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something and turned around. Because he didn't hear Chu Yu's movement, he subconsciously reached out to grab Chu Yu's hand, and just in time caught Chu Yu's hand.

The two pieces of skin only touched briefly, but he quickly took it back like an electric shock, "I don't know your name yet."

Chu Yu blinked, and suddenly hesitated.

His name must not be told to him, Chu is the surname of the country, if his identity is revealed, even if he does not reveal his identity, he might be punished for a serious crime of disrespect.

Seeing that Chu Yu didn't speak, the young man thought he was unhappy, and showed a sad expression, "If you don't want to say it"

"My name is Meng Yu," Chu Yu hurriedly interrupted him, fearing that he would cry in the next moment.

Since you can't use your original name, you can only make up one.

But just after he finished speaking, Chu Yu felt a little regretful, and used someone else's surname privately. If Meng Zhenzhi found out later, he would be even more confused.

The young man didn't notice his hesitation and embarrassment, he pursed his lips in embarrassment, "My name is Jiang Xing."

Chu Yu froze for a moment, then smiled, "I remembered the poems I had memorized a few days ago. The word wake is very good, and your name is really nice."

Jiang Xing paused for a moment, and hooked the corners of his lips happily, "This name was given to me by the wine and meat in the town when he was drunk all day long."

I remember that monk chanted something at that time, "Everyone is drunk, but I am sober," so he gave him this name. He had no father since he was a child, and he only had a seriously ill mother to take care of. No one had ever named him, although he couldn't understand, He still gladly accepted.

He was a little grateful to that monk. If he had no name until now, he would inevitably feel ashamed in front of the young man at this time. When he heard Chu Yu praise his name, he hadn't felt it before, but now he suddenly felt that the name became beautiful. up.

Chu Yu didn't make him so happy with a casual sentence, but he was relieved to see that he didn't care about what happened just now.

Taking advantage of this time, many people ran out as if fleeing from a refugee. It was getting late outside, and Jiang Xing had to leave in a hurry with his basket.

It was only then that Chu Yu was free to look at Meng Zhenzhi's situation.

The people who should be cleaned up have almost been cleaned up. A few big guys rolled around on the ground, and they started begging for mercy long ago.

Meng Zhenzhi clapped his hands, and raised his chin to Xiaoer and the shopkeeper who were shivering and dared not speak, "They will pay for all the broken tables and chairs here. I think they, the bandit leaders, must not be short of money. They don’t give me any money and come back and tell me.”

Chu Yu raised his eyebrows, "Oh? You want to pay?"

When does this person suddenly realize his conscience?

With a smile on the corner of Meng Zhenzhi's mouth, he lazily shook his head, "I can beat them up again until they pay."

Chu Yu was amused by him.

Meng Zhenzhi looked at the trembling hat, and suddenly moved to his side, and whispered in a voice that no one else could hear, "I heard what you said just now."

He just woke up, his voice was still hoarse, and his shoulders trembled when he laughed.

"Tell me, you have my surname, will you be mine in the future?"

Chu Yu,"……"

Did he eavesdrop on someone's speech while fighting?

He quickly shook off Meng Zhenzhi's arm that was on his shoulder, and gave him a dark look, remembering that he couldn't see, so he raised the curtain again and gave him a sideways glance while no one was paying attention.

Pulling back the white curtain, he could see more clearly. Meng Zhenzhi still had the same playful smile, but his eyes were a little more tender and serious, which made Chu Yu dare not look at him.

So he turned his face away and simply pretended not to see it, "Meng Zhenzhi, I finally know why you are so good at fighting."

"Oh?" Meng Zhenzhi raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

Chu Yu snorted with a smile, "If you didn't have such a skill, you would have been beaten to death long ago."

With such an underspoken mouth, he still teased and made sure that anyone who looked at him wanted to praise the handsome young man, but after hearing what he said, he just wanted to punch him in the face.

Meng Zhenzhi hummed twice, then yawned again, the corners of his eyes were wet.

Seeing his sluggish appearance, Chu Yu looked completely different from the fight just now, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Are you going out tonight?"

Meng Zhenzhi was stunned for a moment, and soon put on that cynical smile again, "What? Afraid I'll freeze to death outside?"

"It's best to freeze to death outside."

Leaving such a childish sentence behind, Chu Yu didn't pay any attention to it, and went upstairs with a patter.

Soon, Meng Zhenzhi heard a slap, and the sound of the door being slammed shut.

He laughed dumbly.

Turning around, Xiao Er was still tidying up the tables and chairs, and a few people who were lying on the ground and dared not speak looked at him vigilantly, afraid that he would make any movement.

Meng Zhenzhi glanced at them lightly, took out a piece of silver from his pocket and threw it to Xiao Er, saying lazily, "I'm sorry."

Xiao Er, who was still frowning just now, immediately smiled when he saw the ingot of silver.

He walked up to the person who led the trouble just now and kicked his leg, "Don't come here to make trouble, go to the government if you are sensible, if you can't do it, just stay on your dilapidated hill, don't bully the people here Got it, got it?"

"Understand, understand," the man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, looking at Meng Zhenzhi with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Meng Zhenzhi nodded, "Okay, let's go."

So several people rolled on the ground with hands and feet.

After solving these problems, Meng Zhenzhi was about to lift his feet to walk out of the inn, but stopped, as if thinking of something, he lowered his head and smiled, suddenly changed his mind, turned around and prepared to go back to his room.

Only then did he realize that at some point, Chu Yu was standing on the wooden ladder, looking down at him.

Meng Zhenzhi raised his head and looked at him puzzled.

Chu Yu ran downstairs again, threw a flower into his arms, turned around and ran back without looking at him, "The child just gave it to you."

Meng Zhenzhi stood there with an inexplicable expression, twirling a small flower in his hand.

On the second day, the heavy snow on Fengshan Mountain actually stopped. An old man in the town said that the auspicious snow heralds a good year, and the harvest in the field will definitely be good in the coming year. It is a pity that Chu Yu could not see the harvest of the land here, and waited on the frozen road. When it melted away, they had to go on the road and continue northward.

During the few days when it was snowing, Chu Yu could see young flower sellers come to listen to the storyteller every night. Every day when the storyteller finished his decision, he would leave a few flowers behind. After the snow stopped, he was no longer seen.

After a few days, Chu Yu also gradually forgot about it, and the boy seemed to never appear again.

Until the third day after the snow stopped, a funeral was held in the town.

In this small town that has been closed to the outside world all year round, funerals and happy events are major events that can shake the entire town. Chu Yu can still hear the mourning and music played by the suona during the day, and hear the people who gather in the lobby to listen to the book at night.

Meng Zhenzhi seems to rarely go out to drink these few days. Chu Yu often listens to books while wearing a bamboo hat in the lobby, and he sits at the side and pours himself a drink. Bickering with Chu Yu for fun.

That day and night, Chu Yu was drinking hot rice wine to warm himself up, when he heard a few people beside him talking about the day's funeral.

"I heard that the one who died was a woman who lived at the end of the alley. That woman moved here with a child a few years ago. After she died, only her blind son collected her body."

The man took a sip of hot wine and breathed out comfortably, "The widow looks pretty good, but she is sick. A matchmaker wanted to marry her, but her son drove them away."

Hearing a few sighs, he said with emotion, "How old is that child, fifteen? Sixteen? There is no one to take care of him, so he can only live alone in the future."

Chu Yu had previously discussed a few games of chess with Meng Zhenzhi, and was accusing the Second Emperor Brother of how inhumanely tortured him in the past. Hearing this, she slowly calmed down.

Meng Zhenzhi noticed his abnormality, listened to their conversation with great interest, and suddenly asked, "I wonder if any of you guys know where that child lives?"

Those few people often came here to drink, and immediately recognized Meng Zhenzhi as the person who taught the bandits that night, and suddenly shut up and stopped talking.

There are not many rich and powerful outsiders in this town. They are afraid of getting into trouble, and the honest locals are often yearning and awed.

Meng Zhenzhi wanted to continue asking, but Chu Yu suddenly grabbed his sleeve, shook his head at him, and had to give up.

After drinking a pot of warm wine, the storyteller had come to an end, the lobby gradually became empty, people left slowly, and the storyteller also got up to close the stall.

He happily put away the pot full of money he had earned, and saw a person standing in front of him.

He raised his head, and saw a young man wearing a bamboo hat standing in front of him, and the other was behind him with arms folded.

The inn is closed, and there is no one else here.

Chu Yu took off the bamboo hat, and smiled gently at the storyteller who was squatting on the ground with a dazed expression, "Excuse me, I want to ask something."