[comprehensive] superior skills

Overpass, the young master who dragged the suitcase and was so tired that he was sweating suddenly threw the suitcase and sat on the steps, losing his temper and said: "I'm not going! When will I get there after walking like this? I really don't understand you, obviously there is You can sit in a car and have air-conditioning to blow, but you want to go on foot, it’s just asking for trouble!"

A few meters away, Song Ci, who was holding Baby Han, turned around helplessly, "Then why don't you take the extended Benz sent by the butler and go to your six-star hotel with those bodyguards to rest? I have said that this trip is not suitable for you, young master, but what did you say? 'I am the number one Daoming Temple in the world, what is this little thing?' In the end, Baby Han hasn't complained yet. , you, a big man, can't hold it anymore!"

Earlier, because Fei Yunfan was accidentally injured, the plane had to be diverted to Taichung Airport.

Although it is not Daoming Si's turn to worry about arranging passengers, the well-aware crew members did not dare to conceal the oolong hijacking incident, so that the steward who got the news urgently called an employee of the reinforcement company to protect master.

Seeing that the trip to Paris was in vain, Song Ci, who didn't intend to wait at the airport, simply chose to take a trip as soon as it was introduced in the travel brochure.

She originally thought that with only herself and Han Baobao here, even if she got tired of playing, she could go back home at any time, and it would not be difficult to find a few travel tools.

Who knew that guy from Ming Temple would throw off the bodyguard and run out after him, making it impossible for Song Ci to take things at will, and he was still a super troublesome spirit.

Take the train and dislike the bad air, eat bento and dislike the smell too much, walk a lot and dislike the sun and no air-conditioning, it is really harder to serve than Han Baobao.

He had only been out for half a day, and he had already protested several times in a row. Song Ci really didn't know if he couldn't help throwing people into the sea to feed the fish if he continued.

Here, she regretted having offended a giant baby that she couldn't get rid of, and Daoming Si felt aggrieved, "You still said, Baby Han has been held in your arms all the time, and she still wears a sun hat! As for me, a big job People just walk under the sun of tens of degrees. Is it really good?! I have never walked such a long way and been exposed to the sun for so long! I am thirsty and hungry now, and my head is also I'm so dizzy! The clothes on my body smell of sweat, which makes me feel so uncomfortable, and I can't find a replacement if I want to change! Why don't you have any sympathy for this woman!"

Looking at the eldest young master who looked like a melancholy puppy with his head drooping, and the pink suitcase with countless paw prints lying at his feet, Song Ci couldn't get angry at all, "Who told you If you go out without luggage, I also advised you to eat bento on the train, it’s not that you refused to eat because you disliked everything, and in the end it was eaten by Baby Han.”

She walked over to put down Han Baobao, who was in great spirits, "Just wait a moment, I'll be back soon."

There is a row of small food shops under the steps. Song Ci saw that there were cultural shirts among the gifts in the bakery, so he immediately bought a large bag of sun cakes.

The sun cakes were so dry, she didn't even need to think about it, she knew that the young master would dislike her choking throat, so she went to the convenience store next door to buy cold drinks and a parasol.

"Here, let's change your clothes first."

Song Ci handed the T-shirt to Daoming Temple, and opened the parasol to help him block the sight of passers-by, "Wet a towel with mineral water and wipe it first, so that you won't feel uncomfortable."

Daoming Si was still depressed at first, but now he couldn't help but blush, "How can I wear such ugly clothes, and I still have 'Grandpa Sun Cake', do you know how much money I have? Advertisement for an unknown shop! The owner and his family can’t afford to hire him after selling it, okay?”

He clumsily tugged at the towel on his shoulders, "Be more careful, what if someone thinks I'm a pervert with special hobbies, it wouldn't be embarrassing!"

Song Ci cooperated and took a step back, "Is it okay now?"

At this time, the distance between the two of them could be regarded as zero, and they barely squeezed into the small space formed by the umbrella and the billboard.

Fortunately, no one was passing by on the overpass, otherwise I don't know how I would slander the young man who was rustling behind the parasol.

After the young master changed his clothes, Song Ci's feet were almost numb, and even Han Baobao ran out early.

"It's not comfortable to wear at all."

Daoming Si adjusted his collar uncomfortably, "Where is the trash can?"

Song Ci saw that he wanted to throw away the dirty clothes he had changed, and shook his head in disapproval, "You said that the clothes on your body are uncomfortable, and there is no brand store you are used to in this small place, so this one is suitable It’s so close-fitting, of course you can’t throw it away.”

She put the clothes in her pocket, "Didn't you say that you are hungry, eat something first, and when you are full, we will go to a hotel for lodging."

"What is a homestay?"

Daoming Si took a sip of iced Coke, "Is it also a six-star hotel?"

"B&Bs are small hotels, privately run."

Song Ci gave Han Baobao some water, "We have to go a few more places to find a place that is willing to accept puppies."

"Private hotel, can I live in that kind of place?"

Daoming Si had a reluctance on his face, "What if they want to kidnap us because of money? Of course I'm fine with unarmed combat. What if someone tricks us into putting medicine in the food?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Song Ci tapped the ridiculous stamp on Daoming Temple's chest, "Even if you write your name on the register, people won't think you are the young master of the Daoming family, grandpa!"

"Who is Grandpa? I am clearly in my prime!"

Daoming Si subconsciously rubbed his numb heart, "You woman, don't talk nonsense, okay?"

After eating a meal of sun cakes, the two of them walked along the road and asked the old man lying in front of the shop to bask in the sun when they encountered a street intersection without a sign.

After looking for several in a row, a female student who followed Daoming Temple for the whole street mustered up the courage to talk to her, and recommended a homestay that was well-known in the local area even though it did not advertise.

"Actually, I also like eating sun cakes..."

After saying this, the female student with baby hair shyly ran away, leaving Daoming Si with a dark face standing at the intersection like a wooden stake.

Song Ci endured a few times but failed, and said with a smile: "Why are you angry, people are praising you!"

"Stop chattering!"

Daoming Si raised his fist in protest, "I warn you, you must never tell Mei Zuo and Ximen what happened today, otherwise I will definitely break up with you!"

"Don't worry, I'm not so free!"

The homestay was a bit far away, and Song Ci didn't dare to test the young master's patience, so he decided to call a taxi to deliver the goods.

Perhaps this trip was doomed to twists and turns from the very beginning. No one would have imagined that the car would suddenly break down halfway. The driver couldn't move on after repairing it for a long time.

It would be an hour before the nearest taxi arrived. Song Ci asked Daoming Temple for his opinion, bid farewell to the apologetic driver, and walked on foot again.

As dusk approached, the road winding in the middle of the woodland was gradually filled with a layer of light mist, and the change in temperature made people a little unprepared.

Song Ci and Han Baobao were better, and there were warm clothes in their backpacks, and Daoming Temple couldn't bear it with only a short-sleeved one.

Seeing that his face was blue, Song Ci didn't say a word, so he opened the suitcase and found a fairly large-sized jacket, "At least put it on, what if someone who doesn't know the place you're born in is sick!"

Daoming Si rubbed his stiff fingers, but still stubbornly refused to take it, "It's not as exaggerated as you said, my body is so strong!"

"Just take it as a favor, okay?"

Song Ciqiang pulled him to put on his coat, "I don't mind, what are you awkward about?"

The two of them were still chattering, and a private car turned around from the detour. It was probably suspicious to see the scattered suitcases and the man and woman arguing in the headlights. The driver immediately honked the horn and slowed down.

After the car window was lowered, a familiar fat face appeared, "Hey, Anna, what a coincidence!"

"Uncle Jiang, I really didn't expect to meet you here!"

Song Ci left Daoming Si, who was still struggling with his coat, and walked to the car window to say hello, "Zao Shu is here too!"

"That's right, didn't you say that you would go to the countryside to inspect the factory? It just so happens that you have time during the summer vacation, so that Naoki can learn more about the family's business."

Jiang Wanli got out of the car, "Are you in trouble?"

Song Ci didn't know if Daoming Temple meant to deal with them, but he only said that he was traveling with friends, but an accident delayed his stay.

"That's a coincidence!"

Jiang Wanli greeted warmly: "The homestay you mentioned also belongs to my family. When it was built back then, it was just to live comfortably outside and to entertain friends. I didn't expect it to be so successful 20 years later."

At this time, Jiang Zhishu also helped open the rear compartment under his father's call, "It doesn't matter if you go late, the store will definitely reserve two rooms for me, and I will give you one room at that time."

Song Ci glanced at the eldest young master whose ears were red even under the darkness of night. He didn't explain that they were not the kind of relationship Jiang's father and son imagined. After thanking him, he hitched a ride to the hotel.

When they arrived at the destination, Song Ci knew why the female students strongly recommended Jiang's homestay, because it was originally a ranch with a large area, and of course they wouldn't mind having an extra puppy.

The environment of the hotel is good, even if it is located in a remote location and inconvenient to travel, it will not hinder tourists who like to be close to nature, so it is only natural that Song Ci and Daoming Temple can only live in the room reserved for Jiang Zhishu.

Fortunately, the entire homestay is in Japanese style, and the bedroom also needs to be made of tatami, which solves the current embarrassment.

Daoming Si lowered his head and fiddled with the small potted plants that were about to bloom, his eyes wandered here and there, but he didn't dare to look at the bedroom separated by a screen, "Hey, do you want to take a bath?"

"You go first."

Song Ci helped Han Baobao set up the kennel and food bowl, "Uncle Jiang said just now that he would invite us to the restaurant for dinner. If you don't want to associate with his family, I'll go there by myself."

With Jiang Wanli around, there was no need to register guest information at the front desk, which saved Daoming Temple a lot of trouble.

"Who said I won't go! Do you think I'm an uneducated person?"

Daoming Temple hurriedly turned around and said: "Anyway, they are kind enough to invite us to eat and live. Although the environment here is a bit poor, and the room is too small to move around. But at least we have a place to live..."

"It's a shelter!"

Song Ci threw the dog food in his hand, "Are you going to thank him or make fun of him? Can you be a little sincere, please?"

"I'm already very sincere!"

Daoming Temple dodged the splashed dog food in embarrassment, "Can you be reasonable, the housekeeper has taken care of me for more than [-] years and has not received a word of thanks. I am willing to eat and it is enough to show face!"

"Then please eat more and talk less!"

Song Ci held up the puppy that was spinning around at his feet, "Learn more from Baby Han, look how cute he is!"

"How dare you compare me to a dog?!"

Daoming Si stared and panted heavily, "Okay, you have the guts!"

After he finished speaking, he angrily picked up the dirty clothes and went into the bathroom, slamming the sliding door hard.

"Cut, I thought you would react so badly, it's just a bluff!"

Song Ci shook his head in disappointment, found out the replacement clothes he had bought in a small shop, put them on the table, and began to make the bed.

After she separated the two mattresses with Han Baobao's kennel, Daoming Si, who was not used to the small bathtub, also came out with wet hair.

Song Ci saw the white socks on his feet at a glance, "Why are you wearing old socks, don't you really have something to hide?"

"What nonsense! I'm just not used to wearing outside clothes..."

Daoming Si shrank his toes guiltily, his small movements are different from ordinary people, if you don't observe carefully, you really can't see it.

Song Ci looked at it from top to bottom, and looked away from Daoming Temple before saying, "Take it off."

"I don't want it!"

Daoming Si bent down and picked up the clothes, "You woman, do you understand what is reserved? How can you look at a man's feet casually!"

Song Ci ignored his nonsense, directly pressed the man on the table, stretched out his hand and pulled off a white sock.

Daoming Temple, who suddenly realized that he was being attacked by others, was flailing his limbs in vain like a tortoise on its back, "Hey, what are you doing, you want to rob the civilian man!"

As soon as he kicked his legs, the blood bubbles under his feet could not be hidden, and they fell directly into Song Ci's sight, "Why don't you say you are injured?"

"What can I say, I'm a man!"

Daoming Si, who was still desperately resisting, said confidently: "A man, how can he show weakness just because of a small injury!"

"No one told you to show weakness, but you should at least have a little common sense, right?"

Song Ci picked up the mineral water on the table and flushed the blood bubbles that the young master had cut carelessly, "You can easily get an infection if you do this, or your feet will rot!"

Only then did Daoming Temple realize that he was afraid, "Really, you are not lying to me, are you?"

"I lied to you big-headed ghost, be honest with me!"

Song Ci tapped his acupoints bluntly, and covered the soles of his feet with a cotton swab dipped in homemade wound medicine, "You should stay in the room honestly, I will go and explain to Uncle Jiang, and bring dinner back along the way."

Daoming Si, who was so soft all over, didn't realize it until he was thrown on the bed and shouted: "I said that you did what happened to Lily, but Ximen and the others still didn't believe it! Hey, what did you do to me? Did you?" The peerless magic art written in it?"

"Dao Ming Si, what is going on in your head?"

Although the young master's star eyes looked cute, Song Ci still did not surrender easily, but instead wrapped his big head with a bath towel, "Haven't you heard that Chinese medicine recognizes acupoints? If you cooperate with silver needles, let a It is possible for a healthy person to become paralyzed in an instant. Stop thinking about it, you've already had enough flamboyance in this life, what else do you want?"

"No, no, why are you so fierce!"

Daoming Si, who was almost bored, said more and more in a low voice, "If you are not gentle at all, you can't be like other girls who are small birds..."

"Oh I see!"

Song Ci picked up his wallet and went downstairs, "So you like Wang Ziling's type..."

"Who likes the kind of woman who can do her best and walk on two boats!"

Daoming Si looked at the figure that disappeared at the door in frustration, "How many people want to share the bed with this young master, but they don't know how to seize the opportunity..."

Song Ci still didn't know that after she left, the resentful young master said some unnutritious gossip. She was invited to have dinner with Jiang Wanli at the restaurant and went to the ranch first. After seeing the owner went back to rest, she ordered some more. Pack a local delicacy.

After dinner, the two cohabiting men and women who were not too familiar with each other looked for fun to pass the time.

The bored young master almost broke the remote control before reluctantly choosing a local funny variety show, while Song Ci reported Fei Yunfan's secret injury to his ex-patient.

Daoming Temple sneaked a few glances but no one came over. He was extremely irritable, "I'll go to bed first, every day is just some idiot programs, life is really boring!"

Song Ci responded and nodded, "Soon, wait until I finish sending this message."

Daoming Temple covered the quilt and rolled over and over several times, urging: "I can't sleep with the lights so bright, hurry up, okay?"

Looking weakly at the young master who exposed the soles of his feet, Song Ci got up and pressed the switch, "Is this all right?"

There was not even a night light in the room, Daoming Si could only see a vague shadow standing behind the screen, "It's okay, but you'd better keep quiet, I don't like people walking around and making noise."

"I was really defeated by you!"

Song Ci picked up Baby Han and put him in the kennel, "Sleep more peacefully, and don't press the puppy."

After simply taking a shower, she changed into the nightgown she brought from home, and walked lightly to her bed.

As soon as the blanket was lifted, Song Ci saw a pair of eyes that were more divine than owls, "Aren't you asleep?"

"I've said that I'm not used to people walking around, but you still ask questions knowingly!"

Daoming Si raised his arms, "I can't sleep anyway, why don't you tell me something about your childhood?"

"I have nothing to say."

Song Ci looked up at the ceiling, "Who remembers what happened so long ago."

"I remember it very clearly!"

Daoming Si moved an inch of the quilt without a trace, "I was really invincible in kindergarten at that time. Those who were richer than me were not as beautiful as me, and those who were prettier than me were not as rich as I was. Many blonde girls were chasing after me. Marry me! Even if you return to China later, there will still be infatuated admirers who will write overseas love letters!"

Song Ci turned his head and looked over, "Daoming Temple, may I ask you this year's Guigeng?"

Daoming Temple's heart moved, "22 years old, how?"

Comparing the Daoming Temple in his impression, Song Ci said softly: "You also know that you are 22 years old, so don't always act like you are 12 years old?"

"Who do you say is 12 years old!"

Daoming Temple was about to get angry again when he said that, but he was hugged by Wen Xiangnuanyu who suddenly rushed over, and he couldn't help but chuckled: "You women are double-faced and three-faced, you say I am naive, why don't you take the initiative to throw yourself into your arms now... "

"Hush! Be quiet!"

In the darkness, the only thing Daoming Si could see was a pair of eyes that were close at hand, and the shiny silver needle that the woman covering her lips took out from nowhere.

The room was quiet, only Han Baobao's steady breathing and the sound of turning the door lock.

Daoming Si wanted to push away the woman pressing on him, but he didn't dare to act rashly due to the smooth and tender skin within reach, so he could only squeeze his eyes desperately to signal her to let go.

Song Ci hadn't figured out whether the person was coming for him or Daoming Temple, so how could this reckless kid jump out and make trouble, and directly gave him an elbow to warn him to be quiet.

The intruder should be very familiar with the environment in the house. He found the screen without any lighting tools, and slowly raised the brick in his hand.

As soon as he saw the villain's actions, the four big blood-red characters of "seeking wealth and murder" immediately appeared in Daoming Temple's mind. He didn't care about 21, grabbed Han Baobao's kennel and threw it out.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"Dao Ming Temple!"

"it hurts!"

After a while of flying around, Daoming Si, who showed great power, finally controlled the villain behind the knocked down screen, "It's you?! Anna, you still said that I thought too much, so it turns out that this is really a family. Black shop, they must want to kidnap Master Ben to complete their ulterior crimes!"

"Who are you, do I need to know you?"

The genius high school student who was hit by the hidden weapon covered his forehead and snorted coldly: "Can you please step aside, you are really heavy!"

"Jiang Zhishu?"

Putting on his coat quickly, Song Ci turned on the light, "What are you doing here, you probably went to the wrong room, right?"

"How can it be so simple!"

Daoming Si picked up the camera that fell in a corner, and suddenly said: "I see, this kid must want to secretly take pictures..."

He blushed and pointed at his fingers, "I want to secretly take pictures of our intimacy and use it as a threat..."

"Who would be so boring!"

Jiang Zhishu didn't feel controlled by others at all, instead he sat on the sofa generously, "I just want to take a photo."

"You said you didn't want to take a sneak shot?!"

Daoming Si rushed forward and was about to beat someone up, "You have such a thick skin!"

"Wait a moment!"

Song Ci grabbed Daoming Si's nightgown, pulled him to sit beside him, "Jiang Zhishu, I believe that a genius with an IQ of 200 would never be such a low-level person. Can you tell me why you did this?"

"Okay. To be honest, this matter has puzzled me for too long. If it is possible, I would really like to get an answer from you."

Jiang Zhishu only thought for half a minute before taking out an envelope from his coat pocket, "On the night of the earthquake, I accidentally took a group of photos. Since then, I have been thinking, how can a person disappear in an instant? When I was in the middle of the mountain, I also tried to replicate this process, but it was not successful once. Then I thought, it might be because of the wrong time. But your schedule is too regular, so I chose to use this method Verify your guess. Unfortunately, it failed."

"What the hell are you talking about? You're still learning bullying. Are you stupid in reading?"

Daoming Si grabbed the photo and looked at it, "It's normal, I didn't see anything wrong!"

Song Ci took the photos and reversed the order again, and sure enough, a blank space suddenly appeared in the continuous shooting of the wheelchair, "Naoki, in fact, in this world, there are many mysterious and wonderful things waiting for you to explore, why bother to put Time wasted on camera glitches that nobody takes seriously?"

"You say it's a camera glitch?"

Jiang Zhishu had imagined many possibilities, but the only thing he didn't expect was that this suspicious new neighbor would be so calm, "You can say that the photo is a malfunction, but what about the items in your house, and your bicycle? , I went to the Mercedes-Benz website to check, and there is no record at all!"

"Zaoshu, you must have never heard of the word Shanzhai, have you?"

Song Ci smiled, "As long as you are willing to cross the sea, not to mention Mercedes-Benz bicycles, even Mercedes-Benz rice cookers are sold! In this way, you have always been worried about the photo, sister Anna is willing to cooperate with you to take a picture A photo that proves it was all a misunderstanding."

After she finished speaking, she put her arms around Daoming Si's shoulders, "Come on, take a group photo for us!"

Daoming Si was not happy, "Why did you ask this guy to take a photo? You should call the police. This is our first photo. The worst thing is to invite an award-winning photographer!"

"Be good, don't make trouble!"

Song Ci grabbed his ear from the other side, "Naoshu, I'm ready."

Jiang Zhishu raised the Polaroid in his hand, and pressed the shutter after framing the scene.

The photo was spit out slowly, and after a while, two handsome men and beautiful women cuddling together appeared on the blank photo paper.Although their poses are a bit funny, they are still pleasing to the eye.

"Technology sucks!"

Daoming Si took the first step and put the photo in his wallet, "Don't leave yet, wait for me to call the police?"

"Naoki."

Song Ci pulled the confused gifted high school student to the door, "Miss Anna also imagined that there would be a mermaid in the sea, but when I really jumped in, I realized that there was nothing there. Go back and sleep." , You will forget about it when you wake up."

Jiang Zhishu nodded unconsciously, and walked along the corridor back to the master room with the door ajar.

Watching the little genius land safely, Song Ci turned to the young master who was still peeking at the photo, "Now, it's time for us to talk about Han Baobao's spiritual compensation!"

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: The scumbag author didn't have much impression of the butler at first, but ever since he commented on Daoming Temple with "a boy's feelings are always poetry", the scumbag author has remembered this cute little old man~~

Also, refer to the little doctor, IQ187 finds a girlfriend like that; Jiang Zhishu IQ200 finds a girlfriend like this, is he really too boring, so the scumbag author decided to find something for him to do~~ _(:з」∠)_

Mermaid, how da~~