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

The storyteller's pupils constricted.

The man opened and closed his mouth in front of him, as if to say something, but when he saw his face, he couldn't hear a word.

How should I put it, he talked about books for most of his life, about gold and iron horses, about gifted scholars and beautiful ladies, some stories are soul-stirring, and some stories are lingering.

I have been relying on this door for so many years, and I know that words can always express people's thoughts very well and arouse people's resonance. Only at this time, do I feel that the moment I saw this person, all words are like this pale.

Zhilan Yushu, Fengshen Junyi, all abstract and beautiful words became concrete and vivid at this moment, turning into that person's frown and smile.

With a bang, his pot hit the ground, and the copper coins and broken silver inside were scattered all over the floor.

At this moment, he couldn't care less about these things anymore, he swallowed, and looked at the man's face greedily, as if it would be a pity to miss a glance.

Seeing that the person in front of him was motionless like a statue, with a strangely hot light in his eyes, Chu Yu glanced at Meng Zhenzhi inexplicably.

Meng Zhenzhi happened to meet Chu Yu's blank and ignorant gaze, so he suggested kindly, "Why don't you put on the bamboo hat before talking? He seems to be dying soon."

What does this have to do with him wearing a bamboo hat?

Knowing that he couldn't make any constructive suggestions, Chu Yu stuffed the bamboo hat into his hand, gave him a dark look, and squatted down to help the storyteller pick up all the scattered money into his pot.

After tidying up, he squatted like this, looking straight at him, "I want to ask where the boy who sold flowers lived a few days ago, can you tell me?"

The storyteller's lips were trembling, his mustache was raised up and down with his movements, as if he was about to fly with excitement, he pointed at himself with a finger, "You, you, are you talking to me? "

Chu Yu smiled and nodded.

The man swallowed again, and said quickly, "The alley opposite the biggest rouge shop in the town, go to the end, the one next to the ruined temple, there is a red lantern hanging at the door, it's easy to recognize."

After saying this, he gasped as if he was about to suffocate, and looked at Chu Yu nervously.

Chu Yu got the answer he wanted, nodded in satisfaction, stood up, took out a piece of silver from his sleeve and threw it into his pot, "Thank you."

Meng Zhenzhi interjected curiously, "How do you know he knows where that family lives?"

Chu Yu hooked the corners of his mouth proudly, and winked at him mysteriously, "Guess."

Meng Zhenzhi shrugged.

He lazily lowered his eyes and glanced at the person who was still squatting on the ground holding the pot in a daze, and put a shoulder on Chu Yu's shoulder calmly, "I'll go tomorrow morning, and go to rest first."

Chu Yu didn't move away from him, but just looked at him curiously, "What? Do you want to go with me? You don't seem to be such a nosy person."

"Tsk," Meng Zhenzhi smiled and ran his fingers through his hair, "Can your affairs be called nosy?"

"Grumpy."

The two went upstairs while arguing, and they moved intimately next to each other. The storyteller stared blankly at their movements and didn't react for a while.

After a while, he carefully tasted the look Meng Zhenzhi gave him just now, and suddenly remembered some books he had read before, which talked about the goodness of men and women, so he realized something was wrong.

It turned out that they were that kind of relationship, he suddenly realized.

The look just now was like a warning to him not to look too much, petty like some possessive animal sworn to power.

Thinking of that young master who was usually gentle and coquettish like the spring breeze in April, but he was fierce and ruthless when fighting, he couldn't help shivering, and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

He hurriedly packed his things, feeling as if there were still a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark, he looked around guiltily, and ran away in a hurry.

On the second day, Chu Yu got up, and when he went out, Meng Zhenzhi had already changed his clothes, and stood outside his door in good spirits, waiting for him.

He didn't know where to get a white cloak, put it on the outside of the gown, it made his skin white Sai Xue even more, if he didn't open his mouth to speak, everyone would think that this is a noble young master from somewhere.

In his hand is the book of poetry that he has been reluctant to put down these days. He reads it seriously and doesn't know what he is studying.

Seeing Chu Yu come out, he put down his book and looked at him with a smile, "Together?"

Chu Yu nodded, went to Liu Dazhuang's room and knocked on the door to talk to him. Liu Dazhuang was about to join them, and Chu Yu finally persuaded him to stay.

After walking down the street with Meng Zhen, Chu Yu remembered that he seemed to have never been out shopping since he came to this town.

Although this town does not do business with the outside world all year round, its self-sufficient life is considered affluent. They did not get up early, and many shops have already opened their doors.

Meng Zhenzhi bought some bean paste cakes wrapped in oil paper at an early shop near the inn. They were so hot that they couldn't hold them. After cooling down, they handed them to Chu Yu, "Be careful."

He smiled and looked sideways at Chu Yu carefully lifting the curtain, eating bean paste cakes in small bites, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Chu Yu nodded, took a bite and said vaguely, "It's a bit sweet."

"Oh? Really? I'll try it."

Taking advantage of Chu Yu's inattention, he suddenly lowered his head and took a bite of the red bean paste cake in Chu Yu's hand.

Swallowing it down, he licked the bean paste from the corner of his mouth and nodded calmly, "Yes, it's quite sweet."

"..."

Chu Yu looked at the red bean paste cake that he bit off more than half of it in one bite, and was a bit in a dilemma for a while, but soon he overcame the disgust in his heart, ate the rest in a few bites, and stuffed the oily oil paper into Meng Zhenzhi's mouth. hands as retaliation.

Meng Zhenzhi threw the paper away, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and grabbed Chu Yu's hand to wipe it clean.

After throwing away the handkerchief, he grabbed Chu Yu's hand and frowned, "Why is it so cold?"

Chu Yu glanced at the holding hands of the two of them indifferently, "I have been cold since I was a child, and my hands and feet have been cold since the beginning of winter. Sister Lan'er once asked the imperial doctor to prescribe some prescriptions for me, but it was useless. It doesn't matter if you think about it."

Meng Zhenzhi pondered for a moment, but did not speak again.

When passing by the wine shop, Chu Yu could smell the fragrance of wine a few shops away, and couldn't help but glance at Meng Zhen.

If there is any place in this town that he is most familiar with, it is probably this wine shop.

The lady proprietress of the liquor store was crackling her abacus behind the counter. The boss moved jars of wine outside one by one, and greeted Meng Zhenzhi warmly when he saw Meng Zhenzhi.

Meng Zhenzhi stopped smiling and exchanged a few words with him.

When the boss was talking to him, he had already looked at Chu Yu several times curiously, finally found the opportunity, and quickly asked, "Who is this?"

Meng Zhenzhi paused, and subconsciously glanced at Chu Yu.

Chu Yu was looking around boredly, seeing Meng Zhenzhi looking at her, she gave him a threatening look.

Meng Zhenzhi hurriedly said, "This is my younger brother."

"Oh, so it's Mr. Meng's younger brother," the boss said with a smile, his eyes falling on the hands they clasped, "You two brothers have such a good relationship."

"No way," Meng Zhenzhi fondled Chu Yu's hat, "This kid is shy and likes to cling to me."

Chu Yu sneered shamelessly.

After saying goodbye to the owner of the wine shop, they found the biggest rouge shop in the town not long after walking.

Although it is the largest rouge shop, its scale is far smaller than that of the capital city. It is just because there are few rouge shops in the town, and you can often see girls in sackcloth with bangs combing in and out.

Opposite the rouge shop is a narrow alley, with houses on both sides, door to door, no more than five feet in between, and icicles are still hanging on the eaves, dripping water.

They walked for a long time on the bluestone slabs, and finally found the family that the storyteller mentioned.

This is a mottled wooden door with traces of time on it. It has been dilapidated and in disrepair for a long time. I wonder if a funeral has just been held here, and the atmosphere is particularly bleak and desolate.

Chu Yu hesitated for a moment, rubbed his hands together nervously, and knocked on the door.

Not long after, a somewhat angry young voice sounded from inside, "My mother is buried here, and she is not going anywhere. Don't come here again!"

Chu Yu and Meng Zhenzhi looked at each other.

Chu Yu tentatively asked, "I'm Meng Yu, do you remember me?"

There was silence inside for a while, then suddenly, the door opened with a creak, and a boy with a white cloth on his eyes opened the door, and he asked cautiously, "Where are you that day?"

Seeing that he still remembered herself, Chu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously nodded and then hurriedly said, "Yes, it's me."

The young man was haggard a lot, his chin was thin and sharp, and his body was even thinner. These few days, he had to hold on to his mother's funeral, and he had to be harassed endlessly by his neighbors.

His lips were white, and they were tightly pressed at this moment, stubbornly like a flower branch bent by the snow.

Chu Yu hesitated, "I'm here to see you, is there anything we can do to help?"

Jiang Xing opened his mouth, closed it again, hesitated for a while and still didn't say anything, he suddenly woke up so that it's not good for people who come to visit to stand outside the door, so he hurriedly gave way, "You guys come in first, the humble house is in a dilapidated place, I hope you don't feel disgusted."

His voice became smaller and smaller, his body shook greatly, and suddenly fell forward, Chu Yu hurriedly stepped forward to catch him.

Holding his shoulders to let him lie on his back, Meng Zhenzhi stretched out a hand to test his breath, then squeezed his wrist to check his pulse, and said calmly, "I just passed out."

Chu Yu supported his body at a loss, not daring to move.

Meng Zhenzhi sighed from the side, "A good man will do his best to send the Buddha to the west, let's take him back first."

Chu Yu hurriedly grabbed his shoulders to lift him up, but Meng Zhen took a few steps forward, grabbed Jiang Xing's waist roughly, and threw him on his shoulders.

Chu Yu suddenly thought of something with this neat and skillful movement, and his expression suddenly became weird, but no one else could tell that he was wearing a bamboo hat.

He silently followed behind Meng Zhen, and many people looked at him strangely along the way, the two of them were like bandits who knocked people unconscious and took them away, but Chu Yu didn't care about those.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally couldn't help it, and suddenly poked Meng Zhenzhi's lower back.

Meng Zhenzhi turned his head and looked at him puzzled.

Chu Yu hesitated for a long time, holding back his shame and finally asked what was in his heart, "That's how you took me out of the palace after you were blinded that day?"