Everyone owes me a favor

Ruyi's face was as cold as frost, but a heart was about to burst out of his chest because of this sudden invitation: "That's fine."

The moonlight is like ice, the joy-seekers gather in groups, they return drunk, the beauties with their make-up broken, put away their pipas, light up a burner of incense to dissipate the heavy smell of alcohol in the cabin, and lean on the bow of the boat, There was still a habitual smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was a cold and tired afterglow in his eyes.

They crossed a small stone bridge.

Feng Ruyuan looked at the faded pink makeup of the women on the boat, and said to himself: "...That's right, everyone is gone, so who will you smile for?"

Ruyi agrees with his words: "If you don't like to laugh, don't laugh."

Feng Ruyuan turned around in surprise: "Are you talking to me?"

Ru Yi turned his face away: "I'm talking to the people on the boat."

Feng Rugu looked at Ruyi's side face, and there was something different in his eyes.

He has always thought out of the blue and often uttered shocking words, so he is famous among the orthodox Taoism. Since the master ascended, in these years, few people have been able to follow his thinking so quickly.

The senior brother is innocent and simple, the junior sister will do it if he refuses to accept it, Fuchun is too stupid, he has raised a parrot for three years, I am afraid he is smarter than this silly boy, and Luo Jiu is too smart, but he has developed a clumsy temperament, even if he understands , also pretending not to understand.

For many years, he felt like he was talking to himself in "Still Waters Run Deep."

Until I met Ru again.

Even though this child can't speak nice words, he unexpectedly agrees with him in some places.

Life is alive, and everything you encounter has a rhyme. Some people hear mountains and rivers at this moment, and small bridges and flowing water at that moment.

And the so-called confidant is just asking for someone who speaks in unison, asking for the voice in that person's ears to be completely in tune with one's own voice.

Thinking of this, Feng Rugu became crazy again, poking like an arm: "Hey, guess what I'm thinking right now?"

Ruyi looked down at the place he touched, covered it with his fingertips, stroked it quietly, and said coldly, "I'm not interested."

Feng Rugu touched him with his elbow, and looked at him intently with a smile.

Ruyi really wanted to pretend that she didn't understand his subtext.

But somehow, he just knew what Feng Rugu was thinking and what he wanted to do.

He said, "I'll go get you a harp."

"You don't need to fetch the harp, it's too big, you can just flick it in the room, it's too laborious to carry it around." Feng Ruzhi turned over and sat on the railing of the white jade bridge, with his legs hanging on the outer railing, and moved a little Finger, "Borrow a pipa or yueqin. I'm happy tonight, and I want to play one for them."

If the Taoist Lord played the piano for a prostitute, if an ordinary Taoist heard it, he would turn pale with fright and yell that it was inappropriate.

Fortunately, Feng Rugu never knew what decent was.

And Ruyi thought, Feng Rugu is absurd and not bound by the world, so why not do what he likes?

After Ruyi wanted a pipa, Feng Ruyuan also put on his armor.

After testing and tuning the strings, he plucked the strings at the pleasure boats floating in the middle of the lake.

What he played was not some high-spirited and elegant tune, but a Yangzhou Qing tune that he had heard in Fengyuechang. Vulgar and joyful, it catches people's ears very much.

Sure enough, two or three Qin girls cheered up, heard the reputation, pointed at the handsome Feng Rugu, and started giggling.

Feng Rugu was crazy on his own, the more people looked at him, the bolder he became.

Ruyi was watching him go crazy, thinking: unbearable, extremely gaudy.

Thinking in his heart, he quietly pressed Feng Ruyuan's belt behind him, lest he go too crazy and fall into the lotus pond.

Those qin girls who were exhausted in the wind and dust had their faces numb, but now when they heard the joyful music, some people remembered a few pleasing things buried deep in their hearts, and they inevitably showed their faces, while others shed tears She seems to think of the boy next door who beat her to steal apricots when she was a girl.

A few clumps of Qianhua grow beside the bridge, moving with the breeze and music.

Feng Rugu's physical strength was limited, and he soon became tired, but the mood of those qin girls had just improved, so he left without playing the qin like this, which would be a disservice to the scenery.

When Feng Ruyuan's forehand was sore, he suddenly heard movement behind him.

An arm wrapped around his waist, intending to hug him off the bridge railing, not allowing him to be presumptuous again.

Feng Rugu: "Why?"

Ruyi: "You are tired."

Feng Rugu thought, he wasn't tired, and he didn't complain aloud, how could he know that he was tired?

On the other side, Ruyi felt that this was simply a matter of course.

With his lazy and delicate temperament, he should have been tired after going crazy for so long.

Feng Ruyu is Aihe Ruyi who argues: "I won't go down."

Ruyi: "...I don't have any hands anymore. If you mess around on it, or if you fall into the water, I won't save you."

Feng Rugu didn't understand what "no hands" meant at first, and wanted to tease him, but when he saw him remove the other hand holding his belt and take out the flute from his bosom, he suddenly fell silent. said.

If you look at his eyes and think that he is going to say some weird words such as "the master also loves sensuality", "does he feel sorry for Feng Er", which will make people angry for no reason, so he turns his face away and puts on the attitude of "don't think too much" Expression: "It's just playing instead, just chatting for entertainment."

"Don't blow the Great Compassion Mantra." Feng Rugu quickly straightened his expression, "If you blow it, I'm afraid you'll blow them away."

Ru took a look at him and brought the flute to his lips.

What he played was actually the same Yangzhou ditty, with a quiet tone, a bit less vulgar than Feng Ruyuan's Erotic ditty, full of boudoir charm, quite elegant like green plums.

The women on the opposite side saw that someone else was playing, and she was also a handsome gentleman. They all lay on the fence and looked around, occasionally booing.

Ru Yilang's heart is like iron, he only concentrates on playing, and regards their calls as orioles singing at night.

Feng Ruyi was leaning on the white jade railing, looking at Ruyi as well, listening to the melodious sound of the flute that he had been looking for for a long time just now, resounding melodiously close to him.

...It's my little world of mortals.

why you

Feng Ruyuan picked up the jug, took a sip, and thought, when did he start calling himself "I" frequently in front of him?

His little childlike thoughtfulness...

Feng Ruyuan clenched the jug tightly, his gaze lingered on the curve of his handsome chin for a moment, and he drank another glass of wine.

When Feng Ruyuan was in a trance, Ruyi had been playing for more than a moment, and when the tune was over, he put down the flute, his lips became extremely moving because of the color of blood.

The singing girl and the qin prostitute applauded and applauded, and a woman threw a branch of late spring across the lake, a cluster of slightly browned and withered gardenias.

Feng Ruyuan climbed over the railing, leaned over to pick up the gardenia from the water, stood up unsteadily again, and waved his hands at the women on the boat.

Who would have thought that Feng Ruyu really overestimated himself.

His drinking capacity was much higher than before, he stepped on the outside of the white jade railing, lowered his head, got up again, suddenly felt the strength of the alcohol surge up, he became dizzy for a moment, and fell into the lake.

Fortunately, there was another person beside him.

When someone grabbed his wrist and forcibly pulled him back, Feng Ruyuan bumped his head into the warmth, and suddenly he didn't really want to look up.

He thought that he was probably really drunk and his mind was not clear.

But besides his brain, what else does he have?

... Arise, do not covet.

Ruyi put him on his chest, pretending to be calm, his pretty face flushed.

Sensing that Feng Rugu wanted to get up, Ru Yi feared that he would see his face at this moment, and panicked in his heart, so he pressed his head down to prevent him from getting up.

Feng Rugu, who was planning to wake up, said, "..."

Seeing the ambiguous postures of the two, the women on board guessed their identities, and burst into laughter, the clouds of exhaustion were really swept away.

Feng Rugu leaned into Ruyi's arms through the railing, and put the spout of the jug into his mouth.

After Ruyi smoothed out his blood, he let go of his hand slightly, and then Feng Rugu came out and held onto his hand, standing on the outside of the railing which was only half a knuckle wide. .

Feng Rugu smiled and said, "The breasts are really big."

Ruyi: "..." He almost wanted to let go and let Feng Ruzhi sober up.

Feng Ruyuan glanced at the sparkling behind him: "I almost fell in."

Ruyi: "I warned you."

Feng Rugu raised the jug with only the bottom left, drank it in one gulp, and glanced at him from above the jug, his eyes full of wine: "Thank you, master, for saving your life."

Ruyi's expression changed for a moment due to patience: "Come here."

Feng Rugu: "Why?"

Ruyi: "You are really drunk, don't mess around, the adoptive father will worry, I will send you back to the adoptive father."

"Is your adoptive father more important or me?" Feng Rugu held on to the railing, unable to return, "I will stay here."

Chang Boning's face and Feng Rugu's face alternately appeared in Ruyi's mind, making his heart turbulent, and the ripples were hard to calm down.

Until now, he still doubts that Feng Rugu might be the one who saved him back then, his god, his adoptive father.

But if this is the case, then what are the years when he hated Feng Ruru?

While Feng Rugu was still waiting for his reply, Ruyi forcefully dragged Feng Rugu over the railing and carried him directly on his shoulders.

Avoiding his eyes, Ruyi was able to speak: "...how can you compare yourself with your adoptive father?"

He is completely different from his adoptive father, why compare?

Ru always felt that his situation was not right, he refused to think about it, and he refused to let him continue to play wild, so he went back to the inn with the pipa in one hand and him in the other.

Feng Ruyuan pretended to be crazy by drinking, and asked the answer, and now he is honest, leaning on his shoulder and thinking about his thoughts.

He thought, losing to his past self, what is going on.

Feng Ruyuan found his bosom friend whom he had been thinking about for half the night, but he had another thing on his mind.

He was troubled in his heart. After being sent back to the inn by Ruyi, he ignored his senior brother who was hesitant to speak, and pretended to be drunk, covered his head and fell asleep, leaving his senior brother alone by the bed, thinking about why he dreamed of such a dream. Zhang Tu, too embarrassed to share his thoughts with Ruru, couldn't sleep all night, so he got up early, and wanted to borrow the small kitchen to make some porridge for Ruru to hangover.

When he was washing rice with his sleeves rolled up, he was suddenly called from behind.

Chang Boning looked back, and found that it was the waiter in the store, and obediently said hello: "Good morning."

Xiao Er seemed to have something to say, but his whereabouts were a bit sneaky. After observing that there was no one around, he sneaked up and said in a low voice: "Mr. guest."

Chang Boning adjusted the relationship, nodded and said, "En."

Xiaoer: "But your good son-in-law, last night, he went out with a man at night, playing and singing, and they are very close."

Chang Boning: "Huh?..."

Seeing his surprised look, the waiter in the shop said worriedly: "Sir, you can't just judge people by their appearance. Xu Qin is a big matter, and we can't ignore it."

Chang Boning thanked him for his enthusiasm: "I see, thank you very much."

After sending Xiaoer away, Chang Boning looked at his own reflection in the rice washing water, stretched out his hand to stir things up, and felt a faint feeling of tightness in his chest.

... Xu Qin is a big deal.

After Feng Ruzhi woke up, he felt hungry, glanced at the extra jade comb box in the room, and thought it was not something to eat, so after washing up a bit, he went downstairs to look for food.

When he went downstairs, the rice was just cooked.

A bowl of clear porridge, accompanied by two or three dishes of refreshing local side dishes, is very delicate. Chang Boning even removed the crab powder and steamed a basket of small buns.

Seeing the table full of food, Feng Ruzhi cheered, sat down at the table, picked a steaming steamed stuffed bun and threw it into his mouth, it was so hot that he stuck out his tongue.

Chang Boning smiled and saw his greedy appearance, and he liked it very much: "Slow down, slow down. This is a family-raised meat crab, you can eat it first, and wait for the crab paste to get fatter in August, and the senior brother will cook it for you. Crab."

Feng Rugu said sincerely: "Brother, I love you to death."

Chang Boning was startled: "...Say it again?"

Feng Ruyuan couldn't stop talking: "Brother, I love you."

Chang Boning tasted a bit of sweetness from the coquettish words, and he was satisfied.

Holding a pot of lotus leaf tea in his hand, he slowly sipped the fragrance, sorted out his words, and said, "As before, I think, I can also..."

Feng Rugu let out a "huh", put down the half-bitten bun, and smiled at the door: "Daoist Jiang, are you here?"

Outside the door was Daoist Jiang, who was beaming after the reopening. He was holding a dust whisk, his clothes were clean, and he tried his best to look like a fairy: "I found two courtyards, and the Feng Shui is not bad. Do you want to take a look?"

"Sit down for a while." Feng Rugu said, "I'll go find Miss You. She has to read it and like it."

Sitting at the table, Chang Boning watched the small crescent-shaped bun being bitten out by him. Some thoughts turned in his mind, and he accidentally took the remaining half of the bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

As soon as Feng Rugu turned his head, he saw that his senior brother was looking at him with clear eyes, his cheeks were a little bulging, and he couldn't help laughing: "Brother, she's a girl, I can't call her, please help me."

Chang Boning couldn't speak, just nodded, walked to no one's place, and then reluctantly swallowed the bun.

He had been fasting for many years, drank nectar from clear springs, ate tung fruits and sweet fruits, and stuffed half of a steamed stuffed bun down. His stomach felt a little uncomfortable. Halfway up the stairs, he bent his body, but he still couldn't suppress his inexplicable melancholy.

... He was still late.

At first, Rugu obviously wanted to accompany him to pretend to be a husband and wife, but he was uneasy for a while, so he refused. Now that his identity has been determined and he has met someone, everyone knows that he is the elder brother of his fiancée, so don't take it lightly. Change.

It's a foregone conclusion, so why should he be sore and unwilling?